[System]
Age: 24

Physical Appearance: Josef is a rather lean individual, but still has some muscle and strength to him. His hair is a cross between blond and brown, often appearing different depending on the lighting, and he dons an officer's moustache on his upper lip. His black military uniform is crisp and neatly pressed, with his parade and dress uniform adorned with shining medals from both the now-gone Austro-Hungarian Military, and the Borovian Blackshirts.

Unit Profession: Officer

Personality: Josef is an officer to his men first and foremost, and to the Baron second. He works to ensure that the orders he gives have his men's best interests in mind, and if his orders would lead to death or harm for his troops, he does not hesitate to contradict them. He works to maintain a good relationship with his men, wanting them to trust and have faith in him, as well as putting his own trust and faith in them. He sees working with the Blackshirts as a method of bringing stability to a troubled land, and he hopes that if Borovia can be made stable and intact, it can be either reunited with Austria, or perhaps inducted into Germany.

History: Originally a citizen of Austria-Hungary, Josef was among those in-between the working class and the nobility, wealthy but not of high birth. As such, in an attempt to push forward their social careers, Josef's parents enrolled him in an Officer's Academy once he came of age. By the time he had graduated and received his commission, the Great War was in full swing, and Josef found himself at the front lines of the Italian campaign. By the time the war came to an end in 1918, Josef had achieved the rank of Hauptmann, as Well as a Silver Medal of Bravery First Class, a Bronze Medal of Bravery, and a Karl-Cross. Eventually, the collapse of Austria-Hungary would occur, and Josef would find that his home no longer lied in his beloved Austria, but instead in a newly-formed, independent state known as Borovia. Despondent at the loss of his country and state, Josef took to the one thing he knew best: commanding forces. He used his status as both an officer and the heir to a wealthy family, and gained a commission in the Baron's Blackshirts, being given command over a special force drafting mercenaries, loyal citizens, and defectors from other nations.

Equipment:
Mannlicher M1895 Rifle, with Bayonet
Frommer Stop handgun
Infantry Saber
Officer's Spotting Binoculars

Prominent Skills: Josef is a skilled field officer, capable of properly and skillfully organizing troops and planning battles. He's also a skilled parade formation organizer and commander, and a trained user of the rifle, pistol, bayonet, and saber. He speaks German fluently, and can give orders and receive reports in Hungarian and Czech.

Other: Prefers to be addressed as 'Herr Hauptmann' if the subordinate speaks German, otherwise he accepts either the Czech or Hungarian word for Captain, or failing that, the subordinate's native word for Captain.

[User]
Josef nodded to Karl and Erich as they followed him, noting their polite startings to conversation. "There's likely some communist influence in these strikes, but I doubt we'll know unless we take some of them prisoner, which we likely will."

Noting that Erich had spoken to Karl, Josef turned to take to his gear, gathering his rifle and officer's sword, his pistol having already been on him. All three weapons had been his during the Great War as well, and so they bore a bit of customization and identification. The rifle's sights had been modified to measure in meters rather than the old paces, while the stock bore a carving of his name, and several tally marks from kills. The saber was well cared for, as was the sheath, the metal still just as bright as the day it was issued. Josef took these weapons, latching them over him, and once Karl and Erich were ready, heading out towards where Servác kept the truck.

Approaching the truck, Josef called out to Servác. "I hope you're ready to go, everyone else is." If they were, he'd climb into the rear of the truck, and after helping everyone else in, give the signal to go.

[Assistant]
If Pyotr had heard Josef mention communism, he'd likely have had a few words to say on the topic of the Bolsheviks, none of them good. As it was, he was none the wiser as he met up with the rest of the crew at the front of the building, happy as ever. Riding what his thing, so he often claimed, and he found it hard to imagine a better time than riding full-speed on the back of a sturdy steed. Maybe fucking a nubile and eager lady, of course, as many men might agree, but it'd be a very close second, if that.

'I know I am!' he called, having heard Josef yell over at Servác. Nice guy. That said, he trotted Varvara over to stand by Karl, glancing down at the tall German with a grin on his face. It was funny, really - you could be as tall as you wanted, and yet a man on a horse would still tower over you. 'So Karl,' he uttered, 'are you ready to keep these silly peasants in line? Varvara has been cooped up for very long, so she is extremely eager to stomp them under her hooves! Maybe. She is a horse, so perhaps yes, perhaps no.'

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"They are weapons," said Karl simply. "Excellent peices of proper German engineering, yes, but weapons nonetheless. I take care of them, they serve me well, and they live with the other weapons where they have company." He laughed and patted the butt of the gun gently, turning to the good captain. "They're always communists. Bastards."

"As for why I seriously keep them in the armoury? It is where they are safest. Attempting to raid the baron's armoury is a death sentence. My room in the barracks? Less so, especilly since I'm normally in a much more feminine room every night." He winked as he chatted to Erich, before rapping his stahlhelm heavily.

"Ja, let us get going!"

He smiled as the Russian approached. The man was a little odd, that much was clear, but funny, yes. A little bit in the clouds but good where it counted. "I think a good horse like Bavaria-" Karl had long since given up calling the horse its true name. The province was much easier for him to pronounce, and more memorable "should always be ready to stamp on some enemies of the state. Isn't that right?"

He hefted himself up imto the back of the van, hammering on the bench and shouting. "Servác, my good man! Let's get this show on the road!"

[Assistant]
"Fine pieces of German engineering, indeed they are." he said, looking to it.
"Solid, beautiful and reliable. German engineering never let me down."
"Although i must say that i grew quite fond of this one here." he said, holding his m1890 and looking through its telescopic sight.
"Its quite enjoyable to shoot with."

"As for why I seriously keep them in the armoury? It is where they are safest. Attempting to raid the baron's armoury is a death sentence. My room in the barracks? Less so, especilly since I'm normally in a much more feminine room every night."

"True... Although i do enjoy to give my equipment a more... personal care, if you understand what i mean.""Feminine rooms eh? That explains the big smile on your face every time i see you!" he said, laughing.

As he got out of the armoury together with Karl and Josef, meeting with Pyotr and Servác outside.
"Lets go then. Try to not get shot, i don't particularly enjoy having to sew your asses back together." he said with a grin, in a playful tone as he climbed back into Servác's truck.

[User]
After checking the truck over for any overt signs of dysfunction Servác starts up the engine, and after nothing breaks begins attempting to visualize the route that will take do these instructions. He mouths the words as he reads them, not entirely comfortable with the written language, but he has no problems understanding it.

Servác was caught out of his mental visualization of the route they would be taking by Josef's call. He watched to check and make sure of the Hauptmann's seating before shifting his bag into the passenger side seat as well as the standard issue weapons. Waiting, watching, and listening as the others boarded, or in the case of the other Slav arrive. Trying to ignore Karl's hammering and shouting, while waiting for the Hauptmann's signal and when given taking the Truck out to drive off on the known route.

Servác makes an effort to ensure a distance between Varvara and his truck, having seen some of the awful things that become of vehicles which have gotten caught in with larger animals. Also partly because the beast probably didn't deserve that either, on second thought.

[Assistant]
"Jawohl!" Bruno thundered with a crisp salute at the confirmation of his commanders instructions. With a spin on his heels Bruno marched out of his office toward his next orders. He had been reassigned to another unit within the Blackshirts. Unfortunately he wasn't given much of a briefing on his orders other than breaking up a "military disturbance". Bruno was relatively new to the blackshirts, but not the lifestyle. Due to the mandatory conscription of all boys in Switzerland he had already got a good taste of what was to be expected. In his opinion, the flavor was good. His father had been in the military most of his life, but like Bruno, had never experienced any real foreign threat. Bruno couldn't say he wasn't at least a little nervous, considering this may be one of the first times he had encountered any real danger.

 Upon exiting the office, Bruno grabbed his K11 rifle leaning against the corner of the wall. He brought the leather strap attached to the rifle over his shoulder and picked up his kit that was laying next to it. His uniform was sharp, very sharp, and he knew it too. His uniform and kit made him feel dynamic and powerful. However, he couldn't relish this moment for too long, he had an assignment to complete. Bruno left the building and jogged at a reasonable pace to where the rest of his unit was located.

 First, he saw the truck. With an acute intuition, he assumed that the rest of his unit was inside. Bruno moved up to the rear of the truck and peeked inside with his free hand before the truck drove off and his unit left him behind.

 "Bruno Leuthard reporting! I was reassigned to Herr Fichter's unit last minute. I hope I'm in the right place!" he said confidently over the noise from the truck's engine.

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Josef leaned out of the truck to speak with the new arrival, who certainly had a knack for dramatic timing. Looking over the newcomer, he spoke with his usual commanding tone. "Yes, that's me, Josef Fichter. I suppose I'm to be your new commanding officer, then. Well, hop in, we haven't all day."

Once everyone was properly within the truck, Josef would wave a goodbye to Pyotr, make sure Servác knew it was clear to go, and once they were moving, give one last clarification on their objective.

"As most of you were told back when I first got our orders, we're moving in to break up a large laborer's strike in one of the industrial areas of town. Word has it that these people are a bit more than rowdy peasants, some having access to military arms, believed to be shipping in from Germany, Czechoslovakia, Austria, and possibly even farther, so we'll likely be dealing with weapons from all over. Now our orders say we're supposed to try and break up the strike non-violently first, and capture any ringleaders we can. But given the level of arms we're seeing, that may not be possible, so be prepared to fight. Leuthard, I suppose introductions are in order. The boy driving the truck is Servác, he's our ride most places. Mr. Tall-and-Red is Erich, our doctor. And the solid German brick there is Karl. The one on the horse was Pyotr, our resident Cossack. I'm sure they'll all have plenty to talk about with you once we get back."

When the truck would arrive at the destination, the group would find a barricade wall erected by the more regular blackshirt forces, separating the rest of the city from the strikers, guarded primarily with riflemen, but the occasional machine gun nest also found along its length. Josef would give the order for everyone to disembark from the truck, and once Pyotr arrived on his horse, break down the mission instructions.

"The main group will be comprised of myself, Karl, and the new blood, Leuthard. We'll be in front, working to quell down the rioting. Pyotr, you'll be a bit behind us, providing support fire if things get hot, and able to bring messages back if we need you to. Servác, you and Erich will stay with the truck about two blocks behind us at any given time. If someone gets hurt, we'll have Pyotr run a message back to you to bring the truck up, so we can get whoever's injured out of the line of fire. as quickly as possible. Same plan for if we need to take any prisoners." Upon mentioning prisoners, Josef would hand Karl and Bruno each two pairs of metal shackles. "Use these if we take anyone alive, which we should try to do."

Leading the others to the gate, he would salute the guard, who would hand him a large metal megaphone, and open the gate. Upon the other side could be seen a large group of civilians, many armed with crudely-made weapons or modified farm implements, though there was also a notable number carrying rifles.

Taking the megaphone in one hand, and raising it to his mouth, Josef shouted to the mob of peasantry, speaking first in German, then repeating the message in Czech. "Citizens of Asnio, you are in violation of both city and national law. Please lay down your weapons, and submit yourself for arrest. If you do not comply, we are authorized to detain and disperse you by any means necessary." As he spoke, various objects came flying towards the group, smashing against the ground, buildings, and barricade around them.

"Move in. If they shoot first, then we can open fire. But until then, just stick to hitting them over the head."


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Danny grew up in Wyoming, and seeing as how both his parents love camping, it should be no surprise that most of his summers were spend in Yellow Stone. In fact thanks to those trips he developed his love for animals. When he was fourteen, after an incident involving his father and a painful but relatively harmless snakebite, he decided to learn first aid so that next time something happened he could offer some assistance.
Personality/Traits: Danny loves animals and wants to become a vet. He can be a bit lazy but when he feels he is doing something worthwhile he won't give up easily. Danny is also reasonably experienced when it comes to camping, and knows some basic first aid. He possesses the Crests of Love and Light.
Digimon: Pururumon and YukimiBotamon, Poromon and Nyaromon, Hawkmon and Salamon Aquilamon and Gatomon, Silphymon, Valkyrimon

Gatomon's Ultimate and Mega are Angewomon and Ophanimon respectively
Personality: Aquilamon and his earlier forms all tend to act more mature than he is/they are. As a result he is generally polite and calm, but out of a desire to impress others often uses big words even if he doesn't know their meaning. He is not stupid though, and is in fact smarter than Gatomon.

Speaking of Gatomon. She is a decent judge of character and is of the opinion that if someone doesn't like for how she is that it is their loss as she won't pretend to be something she is not. While not as smart as her best friend she has more common sense.

As Silphymon the two have combined their characteristics, though those traits are weaker than in her components, with as result a calm and confident Digimon with a slight urge to impress those she respects.

And finally there is Valkyrimon who represents some of the best points of her predecessors and as such is intelligent while also not afraid to be silly from time to time when the situation allows it. She also has stopped trying to impress others knowing that those whose respect she wants, the humans and their partners, have already given it to her.
Digivice: (A Combination of the D-Tamer, D-3, and Original Digivice) Color: Blue

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"Come on, Momo! You are going to be late for class, AGAIN!" yelled a younger male.

 Momo was in her room, doing her hair before grabbing her bookbag to walk out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She flipped her hair, being the beauty that she was, but it was all messed up when the clutz ran in. Momo tripped on the stairs, falling facefirst. "Hahahaha!" the younger male pointed while Momo was on the ground. Momo, slowly stood up, before chasing the male out of the house. "Yeah! You better run! Or I swear, I was about to get you!" she rolled her eyes, walking out of the house before waving goodbye at the kid, she walked the opposite way of him. Where was she going? To school, nothing big or anything. Just hell, yep, hell.

The sun was shining so much today, the sky was crazy beautiful but what did she have to do all day ? Spend it in school! Doing nothing but learning some crazy things! Ugh. Momo decided to go into the alley, a very scary shortcut but she didn't care. She didn't have any friends or anything, so that was fun right? "Sigh. Why am I going this way?" Momo placed a hand on the back of her head, as a random light, flashed in-front of her. It was too bright that Momo had to look away and cover her face, but the brightness slowly lowered, staring at a device floating... with a following voice...

"Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device."

Save... our world? What did that voice mean by that? Momo wasn't just going to walk away.... should she? Nah! It's better than being at school and besides, saving the world? Yeah! People should know who Momo is... television, magazines... all, she could see it all! The super heroine, Momo!

Cheering and yelling Momo's name, would be heard inside of her head.

Momo had a bright smile, but quickly snapped back into reality. She extended both of her hand, touching the device.. and..!

WOOSH!

The girl was transported into a different world.. it wasn't Earth. Where was she? Momo blacked out....

[Assistant]
"Wake up Young Miss!" A woman's course voice called out. "You have school and you need to walk today!" Annaliese's bedroom door slammed open revealing a woman in a maid's outfit. "Wake up, or you'll miss eating breakfast. Your parents are out so the other girls and I decided to put something together for you.

Annaliese had been up for an hour, but did little more than lay around in bed bored as can be. The news of her parents being out was, at the least, uplifting. She struggled out of bed replying, "Mmkay. I'll be down in a minute." After putting her clothes on and doing her morning hygiene routine, Anna made it downstairs to her breakfast with the maids. They finished and Anna left quickly enough. It was a tiring morning so far, but Anna felt herself waking up. "Guess it's another day for school." It was a fairly uneventful day making it into the lunch period with little to nothing happening. Lunch Period was fairly peaceful until the end. Anna was walking back to her classroom from the lunchroom when a voice sounded out to her.

"Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device."

Shocked, the girl practically jumpped up and looked around to see where it originated from. No one else was there. "W-who's there!?" She replied. Nothing returned the message. Turning forward finally, she saw a device just floating in front of her. "Take hold of the device it said. . . Is this. . ." She dropped off as she held it. The random floating device flashed and Anna started to lose her vision. "What the hec--" She managed to mutter before falling over, fainted.

[User]
It was just after sundown at the Levian Computer Store in Downtown Tokyo, and I was just finishing up fixing a Stubborn Computer with a fried graphics card. After putting in a replacement, I hooked it up to a monitor and it started up perfectly fine.
Looks Like Toruya Does it Again... *Yawn*.
I Head for the Front Door, Turning the Open/Close Sign to Closed, and Locking the Door. After that, I begin turning out all the lights. I usually sleep here through the night to get a majority of the work done for the next day, it keeps the customers flowing and the business on schedule, and both my parents and boss are completely fine with it. I finally work my way to the back and turn out the final lights and lock the back door when I hear a voice in the other room.
Your Destiny Has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of This Device.
I Grab a Pipe From the Back and Walk Into the Front Cautiously. We've Had Burglars in the past, and this was no surprise for me. What Surprised me however, was the lack of the Burglar. I Looked Through the Whole Place, But Found No One. I Turn back to the Desk I Had Been Working on the Computer At.
Now That Was Wierd, I Swear I Heard a Voice... Wanted me to Grab Something to Save Their World...
I Stop, and Look at the Computer on the Desk. It is Glowing Brightly, and Something is Casting a Shadow On the Wall, Looks Like Some Kind of Handheld Game or Cell Phone. I Walk Over and Find an Uncolored Device Floating in Mid Air. Against My Better Judgement, I Grab the Device. It Suddenly Turns Orange, and the Light Becomes Super Bright. Before I Know What Happens next, I Black Out.

The Light Has Disipated, and the Computer is Back to the Normal Home Screen. Only One Thing... I Am Not There Anymore, But I Don't Know That Yet, But I Will Soon.

[Assistant]
It was an early evening, and as usual Nonna was in the gym, running her fencing practice. The last week has been positively negative - she got a bad grade on her history exam, a truck splashed her on the way to school next day, ruining her clothes and making her attend school in them on top, and then her tooth started aching and she had to see a dentist. All in all, she was in very real need of chopping up some training dummies. A bell rang from the entrance and the Russian girl looked over to see a very English butler standing in the door with a cup of steaming tea. "Your tea is ready milady. The master also requires your presence in his study in 30 minutes. Shall I prepare a bath for you?"

Sighing, Nonna shook her head. "Zenk you, Alfred. Zat won't be nessessary. I vill take a shower." the girl answered, her accent thick enough to be cut by a knife. Sheating the sword to the scabbard that hung around her waist, she walked over to the servant to snatch the tea off of the tray he was holding for her.

Only she didn't quite reach it. Nonna thought her eyes were playing her as for a fraction of a second the gym was filled with bright light. As her hand kept moving towards the teacup, she noticed a strange, old looking phone jsut appearing in her way. An ominous voice begun to say something:

"Your destiny has arri-"

She didn't hear more, as that was the point where her still going hand bumped into the strange looking phone. And the world ended, or so it seemed, vanishing into a disorienting swirl of colors and black.

As soon as the seizure inducer shut down and reoriented itself back into somewhat worldly shape, Nonna's stomach violently refused to comply with whatever just happened and promptly emptied itself of the lunch. Groaning, the Russian looked around. Where in the world was she?

Patting her side, she was somewhat relieved the sword was still there. She would have loved to ditch the training outfit though - and to her the rest of what the voice was saying. Her mind was getting hazy, and she only hoped that nothing bad would happen to her as darkness claimed her, landing her on the ground out cold.

[User]
It was a beautiful day in New York City. The sun was shining and all was good in the world. It was as if nothing could go wrong in the whole wide world and that was great. It seemed that nothing really could go wrong. That was made worse by the fact that Terry was stuck inside cleaning the bakery as usual. His parents had told him that he needed to contribute and this was the best way that he knew how.

He looked around the shop as he eyes landed on the computer by the cash register. It seemed to turn on all by itself. As if that was not scary enough, he sworre that he heard it talk.

Your Destiny Has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of This Device.

Terry looked at the computer and a device that seemed to be inside it. Against his better judgement, he reached forth to grab it. As he did, it suddenly turned green and white. THen there was only blackness. A siren of a distant police car is the only sound in the now empty bakery. Terry is gone.

[Assistant]
Since school was out for the day Danny was walking and playing with his dog Diesel, a hyperactive not completely obedient but harmless Rottweiler. While Diesel was fetching a stick his owner noticed some kind of flash a couple of feet away. Curious he walked over and saw some strange device, as soon as he saw it he heard some weird voice. "Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device.".

"What the heck?" Rather then directly picking up the device, he took out his phone and took a picture of it planning to check the web for information once he got home. Still letting the device just lay there seemed stupid, so he carefully poked it with one finger in case it was dangerous.

As soon Danny touched it, the device turned blue, starting at the point where his finger had contact. When the color had changed entirely there was another flash much brighter than the first one. To protect his eyes he naturally closed them and when he opened them again a few seconds later according to him he found himself in an unknown place.

Diesel meanwhile had no idea where his owner had gone, but he was smart enough to find the way back home on his own.


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.

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@TheFake@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

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How boring~

A small pout formed on Kaori's lips as the other's that were currently present seemed entirely intent on being silent. The Oni was being the most boorish. She was quite certain she was drinking her weight in alcohol, though that'd be nothing out of the ordinary for an Oni, would it? At least she could take a small bit of joy in feeling Yuki visibly eye her up. Perhaps she'd have more fun meeting this 'patient' before Tomoko showed up? Certainly, yes, that sounded like a delightful idea-

"Ah, Sono-chan." Kaori's eyes immediately lit up upon seeing the school girl, a playful grin forming just big enough to show her fangs. "Helllllo, darling. Tomoko isn't here yet, but that's fine. Lets me have a little snack or two, yes?~" Putting her previous idea of sneaking off to play with their new friend, Kaori turned her attention to the girl in front of her. She took a few slow steps towards the younger girl. "Come in, get out of the rain. Let me help you warm yourself up a bit before you catch a cold, fufu." A playful giggle as Kaori made another move towards the human girl.

[Assistant]
Chisaki was a good girl. She never disobeyed her parents, she did her best to make sure all her homework was done on time, she tried to make sure her fellow students were on track, and she was always interested in what her teacher had to say.

So even she thought what she was doing now was out of character for herself.

She was a primary school student, at only nine years old, with short black hair and glasses.

And that made the fact that she was out by herself so late all the more unusual. But the fact was...

It wasn't just one of her friends. Two of them, Sakura and Taro, had both disappeared. Up and vanished without a trace. No-one knew what happened to them. Not their parents. Not the police.

There wasn't a single sign of anything. They weren't... they didn't seem to have died, or anything like that... it was just like they'd evaporated into thin air.

Chisaki thought of herself as smart. She thought of herself as mature. And she was worried... she thought, maybe, it would be possible for her to find something out, something she could tell the police. So they could save her friends.

So she'd snuck out at night. She knew her parents would be mad at her, but if it was for her friends' sake that was okay, right?

At least that's what she'd thought at first. She'd originally intended to meet her other friends here... but they couldn't get away from their parents.

So she was alone.

It was dark.

No-one was around.

Chisaki couldn't help but be scared. She couldn't help but worry. But at the same time, if she could find anything, anything at all that would help the police find Sakura and Taro...

It was worth being scared, right?

And then she heard it, from the alleyway...

"Chisaki-chan...?"

Sakura! That was Sakura's voice!

"Chisaki-san!"

Taro too?!

Excitement rose in the young girl's heart as she turned, immediately rushing into the alley. She'd found them! She'd found her friends! She-

The alley was empty. She heard a sound from behind her, a long shadow fell over her, and-

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It was a dark, dreary, rainy day.

Naturally, there were few people walking out and about, unless they desperately needed to be somewhere. And even if they did, most of them were taking public transit or personal vehicles. There wasn't anyone in their right mind who would willingly be out for a walk when it was raining heavily enough, and this certainly qualified.

But regardless of that fact, there was one girl who seemed quite content to take a stroll right through the rain to her club's meeting place. Perplexing as this was, it became all the more unusual when she was observed more closely.

She was a petite blonde girl, her age difficult to discern form her youthful features and short height. It was unlikely anyone would place her older then perhaps thirteen, and many would place her a year or so younger.

If one were to ask her how she felt about such comments, it was unlikely they would hear anything particularly happy in response.

In her right hand, she held a black cane. She didn't seem to need it to walk, and yet she was using it all the same. Speaking of her right hand...

Her entire right arm was bandaged. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen underneath, the bandages extending up beneath her sleeve. Exactly why this was would be a complete mystery to most observers, as the range of movement that she exhibited with the limb indicated she was entirely uninjured.

But, perhaps, the strangest thing was the fact that there was an umbrella beside her. No, she was not holding an umbrella. Many observers would simply assume that was the case, as it was impossible that an umbrella would simply float beside someone.

But common sense could override the truth, in some cases. And to be fair, the umbrella was not simply floating beside her.

It was being carried by a girl, taller then the blonde, in a stylized kimono. Only the blonde herself, and others versed in the supernatural, could see this fact. They could also see the lengthy tongue hanging from the umbrella, and its single large eye.

Suzuki Tomoko, the intermediary between humans and youkai, had a club meeting to hold. And given the recent circumstances, it was going to be a particularly important one.

Seven disappearances. Seven children, both boys and girls, had disappeared in the last month in the local area. That wasn't even considering disappearances across the entire city that could be tied to these incidents. Each time, there was absolutely no sign of them.

It was as if they simply vanished into thin air.

As she reached the club's meeting place, the door opened ahead of her courtesy of her companion.

Indeed, she wasn't going to let this carry on any longer. She most certainly couldn't.

What sort of self-respecting intermediary could possibly let children continue to up and disappear? This wasn't a regular human perpetrator, not when the disappearances happened so swiftly and so without any evidence. Tomoko was certain of that.

No, the perpetrator had to be some sort of inhuman entity...

But who? And why?

These questions would have to be answered.

But first...

"Hello, everyone," began the blonde-haired girl brightly, "Today is the third meeting of the Miyama Occult Investigation club!"

@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze

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Shimamaru Asahi had plenty of experience hiding her true feelings behind a kind, bright smile. certainly, she was confident no human could ever hope to discern her true feelings. Perhaps present company were slightly more perceptive, but surely they knew nothing of the sheer, unbridled annoyance that the blonde "honour student" felt at having to attend this meeting.

"Here you are~" placing cups of tea before or nearby several club members, the smiling fox served the drink to everyone that wanted it, looking very much like a helpful girl, even though she was internally cursing out the one that brought them all together. Seriously, how did one as brilliant and intelligent as herself fall for such a simple trick!? Of course that little brat couldn't possibly have possessed any evidence of her harmless little prank! Pink was a way better colour for the principal's office anyway!

Not that she could back out of joining Tomoko's club, anyway. As underhanded as the "persuasion" was, Asahi had still given her word to join, and promises weren't something you just broke on a whim! How could any human accept her as their fluffy overlord of fluffiness if she couldn't even keep her word?! No, she would play along for now, and show that intermediary up at some point! She could almost picture it now...

Asahi was about to become lost in her daydreams when Tomoko herself arrived, startling the fox out of her reverie. Her smile became a tad more strained as she greeted the club leader, Good day, Suzuki-san. Would you like some tea?"

[Assistant]
"Quite a lovely, dreary day isn't it." If someone happened to be looking, they'd have noticed a small spider skitter across the floor, right under Asahi's feet before disappearing under a table and skittering up Kaori's leg. "Thank you, Asahi." She replied in a friendly manner, taking a sip of the tea.

Like Asahi, the spider too, was mostly lost in her own thoughts while she waited for Tomoko to arrive. She likely looked quite elegant, sitting there, sipping on tea, with rain falling in the background.

Thankfully, no one could read her thoughts.

Dear gods there were so many cute girls here. In high school in general! She better start thanking whatever gods for giving her such delicious eyecandy now that she was attending highschool. Why didn't she think about it earlier? It was ingenious! And gym class! It had become her new favorite thing in the world. Aaaah, she really wanted to just...snatch a few up an-Ahem. No no, she had turned a new leaf. She had to behave herself. Couldn't cause trouble for Tomoko.

For now she'd be satisfied with knowing the color of the class president's undies.

"Ah...Tomo-chan." Setting the tea down, Kaori flashed a friendly smile towards Tomoko along with a friendly wave. "Asahi just made it. It's not half bad. I should bring some snacks next time."

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Akari turned down the tea as politely as she could, apparently getting into a staring contest with the... water bottle in front of her. Much like the first two meetings of the club, Akari had arrived almost immediately after lessons had ended, eager to get away from the unfamiliar and unfortunately fragile people. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to be part of this club either, but between Tomoko and her mother there wasn't much choice.

Not that she entirely knew what to do. The class president seemed nice enough, as did the spider lady, but both of them felt slightly... odd to be around. Maybe that was just because they were youkai? It wasn't as if Akari had much experience with non-oni to know. Maybe she seemed just as odd, with her tiny un-onilike stature and barely-there horns. Though the spider lady didn't look much like a spider either.

"Ah, ya ain't wet?" she asked, looking at Tomoko as she burst in. No apparent umbrella and she was dry, huh...


[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Crime: Being feared by the public. Because that is a crime. Next-gen terrorism. And she may have blown up a building, as well as stole some things she needed from said building.
Personalty traits:
+Likes to giggle and laugh
+Excitable
/Shy
-Takes everything mean to heart
-Doesn't like to kill
-Easily aggravated

Supernatural thing: Cyan has cat ears, as well as a cat tail, cat teeth and extendable claws. She has the ability to transform into a large, powerful, cat-like creature.
Weakness(es): Cyan is afraid of water, and a transformation may only last a short amount of time before she begins to succumb to stress. She is also scared of heights. Cyan also has a lot of the likes/dislikes of cats.
Skills(?): Cyan is used to crawling into small places, and is great at hiding (HIDE AND SEEK WOOOO).
- the power of moe

[User]
The dark flickering lights of the Marionette's Chains tapped out a code in light, "there is no hope", the prison ship said, "only hell." And hell there was. The screams of torture echoed through the metal belly of the beast as whimpers of fear gripped with insanity muttered and scratched themselves into the walls.

However, in one cell, there was none of this. No outstretched hand between the bars, pleading for food, no weak human on the ground, slowly starving himself to bone, no carving of names and messages into the graffitied walls. This cell, was a rarity by all accounts; just as rare as its inhabitant, one Edoric Libris, the Prince of Sin.

He had once spent his days indulging himself in all the vice and wickedness his sinful money could buy. Nothing was out of reach for him and nothing he could not have done. Of course, those days where long gone, a distant dream in a sea of agonizing nightmares, but the man didn't break in the slightest. Whatever the crooked cops and guards could do, the underworld had already done to him in more ways then one and often with much less restraint.

Once more, his thoughts where that of escape from the Marionette Chains, the wretched ship that had kept him from his true position. He had already memorized many of the obvious exfiltration methods, none of which seemed all too likely. His eternal musings was broken by only the sound of hundreds of feet shifting around which only meant one thing: Shifting Day.

Every so often, the ship would get supplies to sustain itself from some dingy rim world as well as a load of new prisoners. To make sure enough room was in place, cells often got a bit squishy. Edoric heard the heavy bolt to his door open and a girl was shoved in, the guard making some rude remarks about her as the bolt once again fell. Looking down at the new girl who had landing, the Prince of Crime opened his mouth, "So... you're my new roommate due to the shift, princess ehh?"

[Assistant]
The way the guard held his prisoner was almost like a fatherly hold. The prisoner walked, weeping, with the guard's hands placed firmly on the prisoner's shoulders, as if the guard were actually riding a bicycle. The prisoner clearly did not like it, squirming and trying to get free, however every time such an event happened, the guard gave the prisoner's shoulders a very tight looking squeeze. A different prisoner watched, wishing that she were in that hold, rather than being dragged along the ground without a care in the world. "Why are you dragging me like this? C-can I not be handled better?" The girl asks. She stopped being dragged, thankfully, and she thought she was actually going to be walked like a normal person...

Suddenly, Cyan squealed, as she was shoved into a cell without warning. "Why!" She cried out, turning over and pulling her tail into the cell before it was caught by the closing of the door and the locking of the cell. The worst part of being taken to a cell like this, was that she had effectively been downgraded from her previous cell. Her previous cell had been in better conditions than the cells in this section of Marionette's Chains, as it had been a minimum-security ward. She, at least, had better caring guards. And she had been on her own.

Finally, Cyan heard the voice. The voice of someone else in the cell. Her eyes widened. She would have liked to be in a cell of her own again, or maybe even in one with another girl... I'm in a cell with a guy!? Cyan thought to herself, panicked. Isn't there laws against this? Or do they not give a care about higher security prisoners than minimums? She rolled over, and stared at the man, her ears twitching as she debated what to do.

"I-I'm not a princess..." Cyan says quietly, a tiny hint of a smile on her face. Despite the shock of being shoved into a cell with this guy, she found it funny that the man chose to use that set of words on seeing her arrival. "But yes, I am your roommate now. Though I must admit, I definitely preferred the minimum security ward." She admitted to him. "My name is Cyan." Throughout her talking, she had edged along the walls of the cell, moving to the only other bed in the room, and had sat down, staring at her new roommate.

[User]
"Well then Princess Cyan," Edoric stretched as he traced a finger around some words that had been carved into the side of the wall, "What are you in here for? Murder? Arson? Jaywalking?"

Edoric stood up and bowed, "Excuse my rudeness, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Edoric, you might have heard of my family, the Libris. We've managed to get ourself in all sorts of things over the years."

Standing against the wall, he pulled out one of the metal pieces of cutlery he managed to keep and ran the back of it against the wall, trying to carve out his own message amongst the dozen of other images, messages and scribbles that lined the cell, not all his of course. There must have been hundreds who have been in this cell before. Countless hours stuck, moaning about a hope of escape, a shred of freedom, the light of innocence. Edoric scuffed at those notions, there was no such thing as innocence, everyone has a sin and it was the Libris family's job to exploit it.

[Assistant]
He keeps on calling me princess. Sweet, but I would prefer if he didn't.

Cyan watched as the man fingered at words carved into the wall, each one telling many stories of suffering. As the man spoke his next sentence, she turned and stared at him for a few moments. Cyan wondered if he was a bit ill brained, or perhaps simply noticed the inhuman features on her body. Sure, she didn't have her claws out, clawing at anything (however she really did to tear at something), however he should clearly be able to see her ears, and perhaps her tail, too. Or maybe he had already guessed she was thrown in because of those, and was simply pressing to see if she had done anything else, Cyan had a quick flashback, her vision now that of her past, ramming into the side of a building, and then tearing up what was inside of it, in a larger, more destructive form than she was in right now, before looting the place for food.

"Jaywalking." Cyan finally said, her gaze now focused on the hard ground. It was a lie, but then, she refused to tell the truth. She didn't know how many people were in the building, however she was told she had killed three while she had sat the inevitable court case, the one that sentenced her to the ship she was now aboard. While her face remained facing the ground, her eyes rotated upward, watching the man, who was in the middle of announcing his name... Edoric. He was of the Libris family, one which Cyan had definitely heard of.

"Well... Mister Edoric, do they ever give you anything in this cell block?" Cyan believed that her question was rhetorical. It looked almost as if everyone in this cell block was suffering. "I mean, I could do with a scratching post." In her previous cell, Cyan had a scratching post, placed by a guard who had seen her distress at having nothing in her cell. Cyan moved to the bars of the cell to look out, but suddenly jumped back with a tiny yelp as a guard came trotting along, running his baton against the bars of the cell, giving her a fright.

[User]
Edoric laughed twice, first from Cyan's "crime" and again when the guard came walking down. Jaywalking sounded like a toddler's excuse to why they'd be here and that same toddler would jump back from the approaching guard baton. Hiding his spoon, he met the guard's eyes as the guard glared at him as he pasted but, smacking the bars a bit more harshly.

"They give me food and the occasional change of clothing." Edoric chuckled as he twirled the spoon around, freeing it from his back, "So tell me what you're really in here for princess. Unless you a CEO while doing it, jaywalking doesn't warrant a visit on the Marionette Chains five star resort and spa."

The crime prince stretched once more and stood up, meandering over to his iron block of a bed and vigorously shaking out the faded, stained blanket which looked more like a whole bunch of dirty shirts sewed together. He laid down and rested his head on another mess of old clothing, wrapped with two belts to form a primitive pillow. Hoping that the girl didn't see the dried blood on the sheets, he flipped it upside down in an attempt to hide it, not that it did much good.

"Tip of advice," Edoric flipped on to his side to face the catgirl, "The guards here are only here to make sure we don't get out. They don't care what we do to each other inside."

[Assistant]
Cyan tried to hold back a gasp of alarm. Just food and occasional change of clothes? W-Wait, how am I meant to change with him in here!? She quickly dragged her thoughts away from Edoric staring her down as she changed her clothes in the future, and turned her attention to his new statement. "I-I'm telling you, it was just that. I was already on the run, though. Because of... Well..." She wiggled her ears and gave her tail a sway to it. What she was saying was the truth, but it wasn't the full truth, the truth she wished not to tell. "Both of those combined probably led me here. And I was in the minimum security block. I just got moved here because of the change."

She watched as Edoric got into bed, and sighed. There was nothing to do in this cell, she probably should also just get some sleep until something happens. Suddenly, Edoric said something that caught her off guard. She almost threw up in her mouth, even though she wasn't sure that she wasn't interpreting the words correctly. He got into bed, he turned to face me, and he claimed they didn't care what we did. Oh god. "T-That's absurd! Yuck!" Cyan hisses, before jumping onto her bed. She began scratching at the wall, both to take out her disgust on it and to just scratch at something. She briefly thought about scratching at Edoric, but threw the thought away. He probably could just beat her down. Unless... No, she shouldn't do that.


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Age: 27

Species: Bio-Augmented Human

Gender: Female

Personality: Underneath her regimented and cold exterior is a kind hearted woman. While rarely able to express it due to her natural introversion and lack of social skills, she really does genuinely care about her unit and about the casualties of war. She is a soldier through and through, and is vigilant most of the time. She can come off as cold and calculating, which she is, but it hides a fragile soul who has known nothing but combat all her life.

Bio: Alexandria Skye was born and raised till the age of 7 on a distant planet far from Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy. Having been born to a couple of flower shop owners, she enjoyed a short existence of peace on the colony planet. This all abruptly came to an end, however, when she was forcibly taken from her family by the galactic human government, and drafted into a special warrior project similar to the Spartan programs from Halo. Gone were her peaceful days with her parents selling flowers together, now it was a training regiment from hell which transformed her from a broken little girl to a strong, cold-blooded warrior. At the age of 26 she was deemed worthy of undergoing the final painful transformation steps and don her super soldier armor. Shortly afterwards she became enlisted and brought to the Alliance as their contribution to the cause.

Powers: Bio-Augmentation: While Alexandria appears human, her genetic code has been modified almost beyond recognition. Her immune system has been boosted and her muscle and bone mass has increased exponetionally, granting her an inhuman amount of endurance and strength, which is mandatory to don her BANSHEE Power Armor, the source for most of her abilities.

BANSHEE Power Armor: Custom made from the most advanced intellectual and mechanical scientific minds from her universe, the BANSHEE Power Armor is the next step in foot soldier warfare.

Armor Plating: The armor itself is made from a rare combination of molecularly modified Nano-Carbon and Mandalorian Steel (The same stuff Bobba Fett's armor is made of) and comes with a personal force field. The armor is near impervious to most forms of lasers and ballistics, and can even shrug off concentrated plasma and lightsaber attacks. The armor would normally be far too heavy for any normal human being to use, but due to the Bio-Augmentations, Alexandria can operate it even without a direct link with the Neural Interface and still be able to move and jump as if she were on the moon. In additon, the armor further increases her already amazing strength, to the point were she can punch through solid tank armor and lift and throw heavy trucks and boulders with ease.

Neural Interface: Alexandria can Neurally connect her brain via an implant in her skull directly to the suit itself, giving her full control of the suit's systems and the ability to act and react at the speed of thought. It also grants her extraordinary reflexes, to the point were she can dodge automatic fire. Even without her armor Alexandria can dodge anything slower than a shot fired from a 9mm

Sound Manipulation: The signature ability of the BANSHEE armor is its ability to manipulate sound itself. The sonic receptors located in the helmet allow the wearer to detect or block any sort of sound frequencies up to a mile away. It can also manipulate sound in an area. It can generate an anti-sound field either in a set area or around the armor itself which completely mutes and eliminates any form of sound, useful for stealth missions. Alternatively, the suit can release a sonic screech or concentrated cone of sound so loud that it can shatter eardrums and glass. The suit can also release a sonic boom that can send targets flying back like a ragdoll and shatter solid concrete. (Think Fus Ro Dah from Skyrim). The suit can also record and project any sound up to a mile away.

Other Functions: The Banshee Armor comes equipped with Sonar that can bounce off solid objects to in order to give a 3-D "image" of her surroundings up to a mile, Infrared and night vision on her visor, a jet pack capable of travelling through the air or a vacuum at Mach 1, is completely insulated from the outside environment and has it's own air supply, the armor also comes with a cloaking device and a portable hologram projector to confuse foes (Think the Hologram pick-up from Halo). The suit can also inject the wearer with stimulants and pain killers. Without the Neural transplant, Alexandria can run so fast she puts Olympic athletes to shame. With it, she can keep up with most land based vehicles on foot.

Weapons: Alexandria wields a magnetic automatic Railgun which can shred through tank armor for mid-range combat. The Railgun is consturcted so that it only can only be used in conjunction with the BANSHEE armor. Without it, anyone else attempting to use the weapon will be scanned, be unauthorized to use the weapon, and trigger it to self destruct. She also uses an entire arsenal of grenades. Fragmentation grenades, napalm, flashbangs, smoke, EMP, C4 sticky bombs, and even a canister that deploys flying metal eating nano-bots that can be remote controlled using her suit. She also possesses a Pulse Sniper Rifle for long-range. The laser from the pulse rifle can be set to stun, or metal melting. When things get up close and personal though, hidden in her armor's arms are 18 inch retractable vibroblades made from laser sharpened Mandalorian Steel, capable to slicing through most metals as easily as a hot knife through butter, even adamantium. The blades also resonate the same magnetic frequencies as lightsabers, allowing her to parry them as if she had some of her own.

Combat Training: Alexandria is a master at CQC, though she prefers long range combat. She has been trained to use most modern forms of weaponry, both lasers and ballistics.

Organization: Alliance

Universe of Origin: Original (Similar to Halo's Universe)

[User]
Terumi

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 Hazama wasn't expecting the girl to actually catch his leg. The strength was also unexpected. Though, the girl seemed similar to murakumo units. Though now wasn't the time to think on that. Hazama saw her raise her elbow up, clearly she intended to break his leg. Though holding his leg led her directly into his trap. Hazamas hat would fly off, and his hair would spike up as if he had stuck his finger into a light socket.

"Ahahahaha!

 Suddenly Penny would be struck with an extremely powerful chain. Even she would be knocked backwards, which gave hazama enough time to follow up with several slices with his butterfly knives, before a wave of the chains, now indistinguishable from dark energy like snakes, would rise up in a wave and strike her with enough power to knock her down. Before this happened however, pennys flying swords that were heading back to her, would strike the wave. It would weaken the wave of chains, though it would still be strong enough to knock her down.

"Get up! I'm not done yet! Me and you are going to have a lot of fun . Eh? What's that?"

 The sounds of squawks could be heard. In the corner, a chicken had been skewered by one of penny's swords, knocked off course by hazamas attack. The chicken would expire, but it's angry spirit would be confused by just what had killed it exactly. Was it penny's attacks, or hazamas? The confusion would be enough that everyone in the room would suddenly find themselves swarmed! No, plagued by an army of angry chickens! Even the summoner, MC would not be safe! The only choice now was to escape or be pecked to death!

@archmage MC@lmpkio@tex@facepunch

[Assistant]
Penny Polendina

Eldritch IV, RoC Base - That's a lot of Chains!

MC@Absolis

Osc-Sync Carnival

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The moment of truth was imminent, Penny's fist of justice was going to leave another crook in need of the RoC health insurance package WITHOUT dentistry! But just as she was going to disable Hazama and leave him as a minimal threat contrarily to what Wally thought, the green hazmat's hair would have changed appearance and he seemed even more green than usual. Suddenly an outlier chain was sent to strike Penny away. Luckily she had her fist already prepped for assault and she'd use its position to bang her fist against it in reflex, robot reflex mind you which would be less inaccurate than human reflex!

Nonetheless the power given by Hazama's Terumi form made the shockwave emitted from the clash push Penny a few meters back, destroying cafeteria tables in the process. She had to let go of the vile man in exchange for grabbing the chain that pushed her back with its force in order to prevent it from retreating and gaining momentum again. Consequently, she could just lift and whip it to block the upcoming knives heading her way in the process. She held the chain, which would likely vanish a few seconds later anyway, feeling confident that she'd get him next time until her gaze would fall in awe when witnessing the appearance of this wave of snake-like chains befalling her.

"Uh-oh."

That was just too many chains for one day! They even blocked the retreating blades due to their absurd quantity. As they came crashing down, the android made a swift motion with her arms and had them extended in a T formation, by then Hazama couldn't see her through the darkness of the chains and it would have seemed as through she was taken down. Luckily for Penny and unfortunately for Hazama, she had released her full set of blades while levitated over her. They all had a small gap between them and surrounded Penny in various angles because pushing upwards against the chains. The propulsion laser energy she used to go super mega speed was used to resist the mass and power of the wave, combining her already immense power and aura with the already powerful swords.

When the wave would dissipate, the now very deranged Hazama would see a relatively unharmed Penny, brushing her stockings from the accumulated dust after being pushed back earlier. The blades were eerily levitating around her, the cord connecting them to her barely visible to even the most skilled of observers. While the chickens were pretty darn annoyed, clearly there was a malfunction with the cord! Thus Penny couldn't have had sovereignty on them!

"Now it's my turn!"

I the midst of the haze of Cuckoos most likely raging on Hazama more than anyone else, most of the blades would be glued close to Penny while four levitated around her still. She'd use them to propel herself with green energy jets right at Hazama, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, even faster than he did with his chain latch! (RWBY speed tier is rather big but often strange, though Penny is at an insanely high tier in the series.) Now with the momentum gained along with her established strength in regards to Hazama, a simple punch to the gun would be felt by the green man as she arrived at arms reach to him. If hit, well, he'd probably violate the mess hall's walls and a few others while having a bruise practically tattooed on his abdomen. If he were to not find a way to soften it, it'd be safe to assume his abdominal muscles would be too torn up to allow any efficient movement. Otherwise, well, it still hurts a lot and probably affects him in some way.

"I'm having a lot of fun yes! I hope you are too."

She'd cheerfully add, responding to his last assertion that they were going to have a lot of fun. That was totally true! As a robot she didn't really feel much of anything in terms of physical pain, as such she couldn't really grasp the more negative aspects of fighting this psycho. Nonetheless, he was still kind of creepy and did do mean things, as such she would not hold back! She grinned while a cuckoo feather landed on her nose while they wrecked havoc.

[User]
Alexandria could only look helplessly at the wizard duel of people flinging spells at one another, for she knew that if she interfered, her unit would suffer for it, thanks to that witch. However, she did have one last trick up her sleeve, one last Ace in her hand that could win her the battle against this otherwise insurmountable opponent. It was then that she got a call from her squad. "Sir! The relay has been destroyed and we are under fire!" "WHAT!!?" She exclaimed over the intercom. The trooper responded. "Sir! We were attacked from the air! The relay has been destroyed! Requesting assistance at once!" "Damn!" She said to herself. With the relay destroyed, she and her entire squad had failed their mission objective. Without the relay, it would be impossible to get in touch with Home One and mission control. As far as she knew, they were sitting ducks. Gone is the importance of maintaining their mission. In this worst case scenario situation, their only goal now was to survive.

Not knowing who exactly had destroyed the relay, Alexandria was forced to flee from her current position and head straight into another battle. She used her thrusters, still cloaking her appearance and sound, and flew of towards the direction of her squad. She was just hoping that whatever was threatening her men, she could take the unknown assailant(s) down.


[System]
23 years of age, Male
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History
 Niall has appeared a few years ago out of seemingly thin air. As the land fell into dark times and people were needed to step up, he took up arms and oaths to fulfill and set out through the land as a Vagrant Knight, with no real titles or possession safe on his person. He would travel to land to help villagers and people in need and quickly made sort of a name for himself as a wandering, local folk hero of some sort. No one could ever see his face for two reason; he almost exclusively traveled and did his work at night and he also almost never removed his helmet. This is what earned him his nickname; The Owl Knight.

Anything else

 Niall was raised by benevolent but secretive Tuathas. They did not tell him much of how he came under their care but he believes, from what he heard, that they found him lost and alone in the woods during a stormy night. His parents may have been set upon or abandoned him, it isn't known. They raised him to value pacifism and to resort to violence as a last resort. They taught him about his people and what he was and the History of this land, and of course - they taught him to fight. Not because they believed in it, but because they knew that he was a Human and could not stay on Mount Sliabh indefinitely. Not being able, or wanting, to alter his direct body with enchantments, the Tuathas created a familiar for Niall. An Owl, Gwdihw, a magical creation that had fey properties and was linked directly to Niall through a powerful magical link. It was like an extension of his person, and grants him certain abilities. They also gifted him with his signature helmet and the Lance he uses in combat, The Eye of Night.

Abilities

Niall is a gifted fighter in general, but what sets him apart is his training and magical abilities gained through his time with the Tuathas. Niall attack most often from the Dark, taking his targets at a disadvantage, and strike with extreme speed and precision.

Gwdihw, his pet owl familiar who can always be found near Niall. Through it, Niall is gifted multiple magical and fantastical abilities that aid him in his quest.

 Owl Accuracy: Niall is gifted with augmented visual prowess. He can see in the night like a predatory bird, and in the day or
 night he can strike with extreme precision and at high speed.

 The Eye of Night: The Owl Knight can bring forth from his lance a magic that would resemble some sort of mist, albeit very
 dark, that would stretch over a certain area and simulate a moonless night.

 Wind Magic: The ability that is the centerpiece of Niall's combat style, and used in conjecture with the others. He can use
 Wind Magic to to grant himself greater speed and jump higher and further. His enemies could easily think he can levitate or fly, but
 they would be wrong.

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"Alright, well, I've healed myself up enough. After I've recovered my magic some, Niall, I'll come and get you patched up a small bit. Well, I'll do a little now I suppose." Luna said walking up to the man and grabbing his shoulders. He could feel an odd warmth as some of his body's aches disappeared. Not most of them or the worst, but some of the lesser ones were relieved. "Take a rest alright. I'm gonna catch up with the men and double check on this place. Make sure all the bandits are cleared out. And uhh, Fomorians, I suppose." The Knightess said, looking at the Fomorian woman that Fio had captured.

The Knightess shook her head as she headed inside the fort. It seemed pretty much cleared out, from a cursory glance at least. Still, there were plenty of nooks and crannies to look into so she took a peak in most places. Looking for some supplies as well. Not that they needed a lot but it was still good to find some. "Hey, where are you guys at?" She asked aloud, looking for her soldiers. It'd be good to see if they found anything in the meantime. Or, rather, it'd be good if they didn't find anything at all.

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The irritation Fio felt towards the Fomorian's behavior was only mounting with every word out of her mouth. Continually mocking her appearance... she was a mature lady! And... and she definitely didn't need any potions like that, where did a prisoner get off making those kinds of offers?!

As she opened her mouth to speak, however, Niall intervened.

It wasn't as if she didn't understand what he was doing, but merely because she understood it did not mean Fio approved. Brutal treatment of prisoners, especially a prisoner that she had taken herself, was not what she sought after. Even if the prisoner was a Fomorian.

"... I should like if you stepped back and left her alone, thank you very much," Fio folded her arms across her chest, "The interrogation hasn't even begun, and won't until we have brought her to a far more secure location."

Adjusting her hat, the Sword Witch stepped closer. Her purple eyes were narrowed. A Fomorian was a being of curses and hatred, that much was true. But that didn't mean that behaving as a common barbarian was the correct way in which to deal with one that had been taken prisoner.

"Besides, torture and brutality are far from the ideal method of seeking information," she continued. Certainly, the Fomorian seemed to have little pain tolerance, but that was yet another reason not to utilize such methods. It poisoned the well. Hurting someone could make them say anything just to make it stop.

The Sword Witch had her own methods in mind.

"She is my prisoner, and I will handle her interrogation when we have returned," added the petite witch, "Not in the middle of a battlefield."

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The wyvern did not manage to reach the fort, but it appeared that Ethelred was right where he needed to be. Elnith, now fully armored (as much as her rather revealing combat attire could be called "fully armored"), leapt from a tower onto the dragon's back and called out to him for her sword. In front of the wyvern, both Elias and Lonan called to him to lend them his aid.

Their foe was clearly quite injured, and Elias was in the process of attempting to rip its wing off. It would not be able to escape this time, now was the time to finish it off once and for all. It looked like Grainne was too badly injured to join the fight, but it was possible that her ballista team might be able to ready another shot.

"It's coming your way, Elnith!"

Ethelred put his lance down just long enough to take the sword in his right hand and toss it in her direction, trusting in her ability to catch it without injuring herself. With that taken care of, he retrieved his weapon and jumped down the stairs, making his way to where Sir Lonan was. His guess was that the Harzel knight once again wanted them to combine their respective powers of water and cold against the dragon's fire. Or perhaps Lonan just wanted another warrior backing him up in order to strike at the beats with his sword. In either case, he trusted in whatever this Harzelslack knight had in mind.

"I'm ready to give you whatever assistance you need, Sir Lonan," Ethelred spoke, channeling his freezing powers and causing a thin layer of frost to form on the ground beneath him. He wasn't sure if the unclothed Elias would be close enough to feel the effects, but if he could handle being burned to nothing but cinders, the dragon slayer's heir could surely handle a bit of cold air.

Ethelred raised his lance and shield, readying for an attack. He would follow Lonan's lead- whatever the Harzel knight wanted them to strike at the dragon's head with their weapons or blast him with their combined powers, Ethelred was ready to lend his support.

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Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Bandit camp, early morning.
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"Gah-!" A shout of pain as the fomorian was knocked right over, blackened blood spilling from her nose from the rough treatment, Nialls boot placing itself roughly against her chest and holding her down. She'd merely glare upwards, a low snarl from her throat. "She hasn't even asked me anything yet, you flightless brick!" She was, seemingly just ever so surprised that Fio came to her defense just slightly, the hostile scorn turning towards a smug chuckle.

"See? The lady doesn't want your smelly feet all over me." She'd chuckle. "Now why don't you let me up before you lose the only prisoner you have that can maybe help you?" Whatever she meant by that she didn't say, merely offering Niall a challenging smirk, almost daring him to get rougher. Perhaps it was referring to her little trick she had used to appear rather suddenly where Fio had been.

Luna headed inside the fort. The three men that had started clearing out the place had combed a good portion of the buildings that had been there. Most were seemingly fairly simple, barely up to being habitable save for the main one, with numerous hunting trophies, fur carpets and a particularly large mammoth skeleton.

"Lady Luna, we've not found much." One would say, saluting and waving her over to the main building. "Most of the bandits seemed to have holed up in a few of the buildings near the firepit." In the remains of said firepit was some sort of…creature. It looked like some sort of fey, or fomorian itself. Chunks of flesh had been carved off and it had been tied up as though it had been roasted. "I don't even want to know whatever it was they were eating…looks like it was almost pulled right out of the Laughing Wood…"

He'd shake his head, the second running up and saluting.

"We've cleared the main building, but the only thing else of note we've really found is this." He'd hand Luna what seemed to be a metal emblem of some sort, depicting a pair of radiant swords of light crossed and turned upwards, seemingly breaking a shield. "There were a few burned scraps of paper too, but we couldn't recover anything else…"

"...I don't think we need to see any more of the basement." The third quietly shook his head.

A few bits of information, though what it all meant for now was completely unknown. The Emblem would be somewhat familiar to Luna, in fact it looked uncannily similar to her own houses coat of arms - a pair of swords crossed downwards over a shield, but that was likely just a coincidence.

Location:
Harzel Border Fort
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"Useless! I Refuse! Impossible!" The beast screeched as the blood red blade hurtled through the air, intent on seemingly intercepting it before it reached its target. It lunged upwards, trying once more to take off from the ground as its entire body managed to jump just a few feet from the ground, its uninjured wing reaching for the blade.

Elnith released her grip on the ventilation hole on the dragons back, having completely ripped the thing open, a long, nasty gash ripped from one side right down to his leg. She bolted, running along the dragons back, along its arm and leaping right off its head to grab her blade, the firey maws of the beast just behind her, a gout of fire ready to leave its throat.

In the same instance, Ethelred had made it to Lonan, the Harzel knight having not moved an inch from in front of the dragon, the scorching heat seemingly not reaching his own icy, cool demeanor.

"Much obliged. On my mark - as soon as sir Reinhardt pulls that wing off, I want you to pierce that creature's chest, right on that glowing mark! Steblas power is that of purification and warding, if my assumption is correct then that should fell this beast quickly combined with its other wounds! You'll have to get close but the other two should be able to draw its attention!"

Lonan pulled his sword, breathing outward as the land beneath their feet turned to ice from Ethelred's lance.

"Steblas, your blessing! Let not this evil stain this land and protect those noble people of this land!" Ethelred would feel a similar sensation as he had in their last encounter. The ice on his armor began growing, hardening as his own powers seemed to strengthen from the fey steeds blessings, he'd only once again have mere seconds to contemplate this as a horrible sound of flesh and bone ripping filled the air, the dragon screeching as those present watched as the Dragonslayer rent the dragon's wing from its body, tossing it aside as though it was little more than trash.

Its legs began failing its body, as it started to topple to the now unbalanced heavy side of its body, the mark on its chest making a now easy target.

Elnith twisted herself in the air, a swing of her blade followed. The space in front of the dragons head rippling and distorting as her blade would find its own mark, nearly cleaving the beasts jaw right off of its mouth as the blast of fire lost all steam within its maw, sputtering out as it could only glare at her with hatred as it fell to the ground.

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The same blank, emotionless metal stare went from the Formorian to Fio. For a second, there was no friendship nor kinship in Niall as this would-be knight stepped in to protect the monster. Still, her remained silent as ever and listened to her little rant. Still, the Knight's boot remained in place on the Formorian's chest despite everything that Fio said.

"She is the Queen's prisoner." Niall corrected Fio, rather bluntly. "Perhaps I have let a bit of anger slip through, but I assure you... it was not unwarranted. You have not seen this monster's lair as I did. This was hardly an interrogation - just a reminder.", he looked upon the Formorian again, "You are not in charge anymore and your survival depend on how you act and, of course, on the Queen's mood."

Well. Fio was probably right, though, and she or the Queen might have better ways of getting information from such a foe. His own action now had not been so knightly themselves, but the things Niall seen in that wretched woman's underground room. Those tools, the prisoners and aberations she created - even Annagan's fate!

Terrible, indeed.

Niall took the formorian by the collar and the bonded hands behind her and raised up to her feet nonetheless.

"We should regroup and head back then."


[System]
5' foot 7' inches

118 Ibs

Age: Twenty-Seven
Gender: Female
Personality: Forged from the fires of insidious creation, dusted with the ash of what little remains of her former, and meek self, Alexia is a strong-willed and powerful woman. The taint of the crag's magic transformed her, almost completely shifting her character. Playing with the hearts of those she can use, molding them like clay in her hands. Her time in Meidiba is normally spent conning things off of merchants, flowing through the crowds of those like her like a stream of water, too fluid to be seen - noticed only when she bats her lashes. Alexia is proud, and carries herself with a strong resolve, a fiery depth in her amber eyes. Not known to be entirely trustworthy, considering her line of work..
History: Alexia traversed lands vast and wild, though nothing in her travels could prepare her for what lay in wait - a hungry beast with a heart of pure black, never filled despite the souls it devoured. She would find herself trapped in the belly of the beast, never to resurface. Hearing tales of the crag, young Alexia, a shaman in the making, headed off to uncover the mysteries surrounding the veil of darkness that shrouded itself over the split that spread apart their world.
The horse she borrowed from the cluster whinnied below her, it's steps getting progressively heavier, ears tilted back. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the air, engulfing her slowly, bathing her in warning. 'Turn back', it said, 'There is naught but despair on this path you take.' Yet, she pressed forward, heart purged by curiosity and the whispers promising that she would be the first to undertake the magic, to embrace it so closely. The shroud of darkness lay just ahead, hiding the crevice within from prying eyes, the magic was plainly visible, hovering in the air and shimmering, hiding the taint with a welcoming burst of warmth. Just before crossing through the veil of magic, the white horse she was riding bucked, lifting her high off of it's back and onto the muddy floor below, still wet from last nights storm. Landing with a thud that knocked all of the wind from her lungs, Alexia watched helplessly as her horse ran from the shroud of magic - from her.
Taking a deep breath and wiping her face of mud splatters, Alexia shakily rose on her legs, light blue eyes searching the area for any sign of the white coat of her horse. She searched to no avail, not trace of her horse remained beside the hoof-prints left behind in the mud, already leading far off. Pursing her lips, the young healer turned back to the seemingly thicker blanket of magic, raising a brow at it with ample curiosity. Lifting a hand, she placed her palm flat against the veil, closing her eyes as a flood of warmth flushed over her skin, listening as the whispers claimed her mind. Her hand pressed further, passing through the magic was like pushing through water, a slow process, but refreshing. The whispers grew louder, egging her on, pushing her forward. The magic took it's time, seeping into her, swirling around her. It was everywhere, even in her head. The change was almost instantaneous. The mass of magic taking over, molding itself to her, flowing through her veins and swallowing her whole. She pushed against the mass of water-thick magic, tears streaking her face, "Please, let me go!" She screamed into the abyss while falling, always falling farther and farther. There was no exit, no white horse, no light. It wanted her, to feed from her magic. Or, so she thought. The whispers calmed, slowing until they became nothing more than a dull hum of memory, ringing in her ears. The pressure of the warm magic was gone, she could see the woods once more, the density of the forest a welcome comfort. Turning around, she noted that she was once again on the other side of the veil, she closed her eyes, quickly backing away from the tug of magic, shutting out the start of whispers.
She had followed her horses tracks all the way back to Meidiba, taking refuge in the dark town until she could send word to her cluster. Deciding to wait a day, to let the shock wear off, Alexia took what little gold she had packed away with her, thankfully she'd decided to carry that, and not put her coin purse on that horse as well. She'd managed to barter with the innkeeper about the price of her stay, if only by a few coins, and was sent to her room with a gilded key. After cleaning herself off, she traded her muddy dress for a new sky blue one, soft and easy to maneuver in. Once she had settled, Alexia laid back onto the hard bed, closing her eyes and hoping to find sleep. An immense warmth began to overtake her body, whispers calling to her amidst the dark of her room. She gasped, feeling a familiar pressure against her body, slowly beginning to overtake her. The whispers roared in her head, confirming her fears, that the magic had become a part of her. The brunette could feel herself slipping, falling ever more into the inescapable abyss, letting the whispers grow into shouts, kindling the warmth into a burning fire that raged within her. It didn't take long for her to fall completely into the darkness.
Waking with a start, Alexia sat up from where she had collapsed onto the ground, her brows raising at the dull glow reflecting off of the wooden floor. Averting her gaze down, she looked at her hands, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands, they were discolored, tainted into a purplish haze, like the tips of a freshly lit flame. Letting her eyes travel up her arms, tinted a deep red, the colors would be comforting, if they didn't belong to her body. Wasting no time, she rushed off to the restroom, careful not to wake or disturb anyone - hard as it was, considering she was glowing like wall torch. Moving was increasingly hard however, as her head had something on it, something she'd tried to remove along the way, but with no luck. Entering the bathroom, she moved to light the lamp beside her, only to jump back in surprise as the lamp began to light the room, lit with a flame. Though, what truly surprised her, wasn't the lamp at all. It was herself. Mouth agape, the tears that had been brimming in her now glowing red eyes streamed down her cheeks. She was a monster, magic rippling around her skin, horns upon her head and eyes aglow. The whispers started to speak once more, this time sounding similar to her own voice, a reassuring presence in her mind. Her warmth grew, and the tears turned into steam, drifting into the air around her, swirling beside the purple bursts of magic. A knock at the door interrupted the whispers, "Are you all right in there, lass?" The innkeeper.
Turning her head away from the door and back to the mirror, Alexia took herself in, her eyes burning darkly. "Oh yes, dear. I'm fine." A smile stretched it's way across her face, "I'm perfect."
Abilities:
Human
* Skilled in persuasion, she can be quite the diplomat, dominating the verbal battlefield.
* A gifted Pyromancer, she is able to create and manipulate fire.
* Her time in the cluster provided her with knowledge of plants with toxic, and healing properties.
* Minimal hand to hand combat experience.
* Influence within Meidiba's merchant place.

Magical Entity
* Enhanced pyromancy.
* Able to plant subconscious suggestions in the mind of hostiles.
* Agile, though strength is greatly reduced.

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Her dark eyes blink open slowly, taking in her surroundings. The same drab walls look down at her as they have every day. There's whispering in the back of her mind and she sits up, her hand immediately going to the black and red necklace around her neck. It's still there. She lets out a sigh of relief and climbs to her feet, stretching. Muscles across her back and shoulders pop loudly and she pops her neck as well. She walks over to her wardrobe and pulls out a pair of soft leather boots, black trousers, and a loose white shirt. She slips into these things before grabbing a cloak and pulling it on over everything. She pulls the hood up around her face and she walks over to the mirror. Perfect. She looks exactly like a guy. She smiles and touches her necklace again. Power thrums through her fingertips and her ruby lips pull back over her teeth.

She walks out of her little apartment and down the stairs to the front door. She walks out into the street and sees that it is already bustling with activity. She notices someone jump down from the roof of a building and she rolls her eyes. Probably an adrenaline junkie of some kind. She then proceeds to scan the street for some victims, looking for people to pickpocket. She, of course, never kept the wallets. She would always track the person to their home and steal valuable things to sell more than she would steal money. But if she ever did steal money from the wallets, then she would just return them to the house. She had no use for the wallets anyways.

She notices a young woman a few feet away and she proceeds calmly toward her. She "accidentally" bumps into the woman and slips her hand down into her bag, pulling out a small little coin purse. She apologizes in a deep voice resembling a male's, telling the woman that she hadn't been watching where she was going. The woman bought it and walks off, talking with her friends, which Fox's bright brown eyes laugh as she tosses the coin purse up into the air and catches it, thinking of how easy a target she was. She whistles while she walks, her eyes scouring the crowds for more victims.

[Assistant]
Early morning in Craftsmen District. A crack of breaking wood. A window destroyed. A slam of a body hitting the cobbled road in front of The Fletcher Inn. A cry of pain at the rough landing. Gasps of local folk. A tall figure with strange hair exits the inn through the crumbling window and kicks the squirming body in stride. He mutters something in a foreign tongue and spits sideways, saliva missing his long mustache only barely. The one on the ground tries to unbalance him by grabbing him by the leg, but it only makes the big one start kicking the prone man repeatedly, followed by a barrage of curses, cusses and insults. The last kick is directed at his jaw and blood splatters onto the street. Teeth make a rattling sound as they roll down the street. Onlookers step back from the scene.

The murmuring of the gathered crowd is pierced by a voice from within the inn, clearly shouting at the tall man. "What are you doing, you stupid easterling?! Who is going to pay for all this damage?!" The man fumed, ready to throw chunks of broken wood at the brute, blinded by frustration.

Unfazed by the words of the innkeeper, the big one crouches by the now toothless, unconscious body and yanks the coin purse off, ruining the pantaloons in the process with a loud rip. He shakes out the coins into his hand, throws the purse away and collects ten gold coins. He then tosses them toward the innkeeper. Though surprised, the shouty man still manages to catch them. Then, the tall one bellows out to him. "To cheat Strogobor at cards is one thing. To admit him that is another thing. Neither ends well. Relay that to other patrons."

Strogobor places the rest of the coins into his pocket, walks up to his horse in front of the inn and unties her. And then, he walks down the street like nothing happened, guiding the mare through the city. He pats Wojda twice as they go and begins whistling a tune of a battle song he used to sing when his people went to war.

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Helpless is the drowning soul, for all their effort, may they never truly break the surface, never truly gasp in a gulp of air - of life. That's what it was, wasn't it? Magic was a slow drowning. Once you've drenched yourself in it, it'll wrap around you until it's swallowed you whole. Still, she's drowning. The whispers are getting worse by day, and by night, the magic calls to her. As if she were still basked in the darkness of the crag, choking on her realizations, on her naivety. She was still shaken from last night, the transformation had been abrupt, uncontrolled. It was a strange thing, this magic. Though it wrought nothing but despair, leaving a broken tattered mess in it's wake, the young woman couldn't help but feel privy to such things. It had chosen her. In a way, she cherished it, basking in the glorious pain and wreck it left for her.

She was losing herself in the storm, falling farther and farther into the abyss. Light could barely seem to breach the crack now, but...It was still there - somehow the illumination was still there, waiting for her, calling her back. The pull from both sides left her head aching, and heart confused. The power was intoxicating, but she knew the cost. It had gotten worse lately, that familiar tug at the back of her mind, the whispers, her demeanor had even taken a plunge. Alexia knew that the headache could no longer be the route of the problem anymore. She knew what it was, though it was horrifying to imagine. The water was rising, pushing away any part of her that once was, making room for the vile magic that consumed her - that was slowly pushing forth, close to reaching the surface. Only one of them could breathe at a time, and she knew - Oh did she know, her time at the surface was diminishing.

Opening her eyes slowly, avoiding the stranger in the mirror, Alexia hurriedly changed into her velvet trimmed, red dress, admiring the soft feel of the attire before gathering what remained of herself, and heading out of her room and into the main hall of the Inn. Her hair neatly tied back in a soft brown braid, the woman scanned her still tainted eyes about the room, measuring up all those inside. So far, the day had been relatively quiet, compared to it's normal bout of laughter enough to rile even the sanest priest. All in all, today was quite the day. A day to seize, nevertheless. Clenching her fists, and providing the most pleasant smile that could ever adorn the human face, Alexia strode about the room, commanding glances her way. A promising start, now all she had to do, was ensure that she maintained this composer. She was still shaken, and though she could do it well, she could only cover up the involuntary twitch in her hands for so long. Hopefully she could muster enough willpower to keep going, she had a reputation after all, meetings to attend - money to smooch off of others, and perhaps a little stop at the town square would do her some good, fresh air couldn't hurt.