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Goes by Mal.

[User]
Although the man was trying to convince her that joining his pack was the way to go, Aurora had a whole other set of plans in her mind before he caught her. And they were still relevant. She wanted to start a new life, all by herself. For a moment, she allowed herself to take a glimpse at his bright green eyes as he pulled her onto her feet. His hands were wrapped around her wrists quite tightly.
"You're going to.. Shift?" She couldn't even hide how nervous she felt. Quickly, she took a few steps back to give him some space. She felt as if someone punched her in the stomach and the stabbing pain lingered through her arms and legs into her fingertips and toes. She took a few more steps back and tightly held onto the straps of her bag back, squeezing them so hard her knuckles went white. There was no way around it: she was frightened. Once he was fully transformed, Aurora felt a little weak onto her legs and stared at the huge wolf in front of her. Her mouth felt dry and for a moment she did not know what to do. Run? Get killed? Stay? A deep growl awoke her from her thoughts. It gave Aurora the shivers which made her squeal instantly. "Do NOT growl at m-me! How will I know you won't.." She bit her lower lip to keep her from talking. She did not want to give him any funny ideas.

His fur was very soft but wet. It seemed like it was pitch black but as it was night she shouldn't be too sure. Aurora thought it would feel rough and sticky, but surprisingly it felt as if he just bathed and had a good wash. She tilted her head to the side to look at his head whilst running her hands through the thick fur. It felt as if she was petting a very large dog. As he laid still and did not growl at her anymore, her breathing calmed again and she found the courage to finally lift herself onto his back.

"Should I have run? I'm pretty sure he'd devourer my head of if I did.."

It all felt so surreal. An hour ago the plan was to simply cross the forest and start a new life in the sunny L.A. But now all has shifted and turned. She was ought to work for this wolf pack deep inside the forest as she, supposingly, belonged to them now. Does that mean she'd have to marry.. A wolf? In his story he mentioned children, would she'd have to.. "Oh god, I feel sick.." A slight headache started oozing up and Aurora close her eyes for a moment. She listened to the wind and tried to focus on the rain splashing all around her. "Let's get out of here, I am freezing." She mumbled softly.

[Assistant]
Mal sighed and rose to his feet, trying to ignore the emotions he scented from her and the protests of his inner wolf. The female is scared. The female needs comfort. Give the female comfort. He pushed aside the thoughts. He could try and console her later. He couldn't speak as a wolf and he didn't have time to shift back and help her through whatever she was feeling. By now, the others in the night watch had probably wandered past, scented the girl, and reported back to the Alpha. He had a job to do.

He gave a stretch and a shudder, then started at a reasonably paced lope, letting her get used to the way he moved before speeding up. Soon, he was running faster than most cars on an open highway, leaping over logs and dodging trees and branches. He couldn't help himself. He let out a loud, happy howl that some nearby wolves reciprocated. They joined him, casting odd looks at the human on his back. Some of them even got close enough to nudge at her leg with their muzzles, sniffing curiously.

Feeling oddly possessive, the beast in him did not like this. He growled and shoved the wolves away, which were all male, and pulled ahead of them. Most of the other wolves growled unhappily and broke away, running in other directions. It seemed there was more of a swagger to his gait after that, as if he were proud he'd protected her from the others for no reason. I have found the female, so the female is mine. The other males cannot have my female.

[User]
The whole trip Aurora kept her eyes shut, but she could sense they were going at a very high speed. It almost seemed as if she was riding some sort of fuzzy motorcycle. But then without the steering. And without any wheels. With a large beast breathing in between her legs. She let of a deep sigh and dug her nails deeper into his fur.

Suddenly, the wolf let out a loud cry which seemed to be answered by several others. It didn't take long or Aurora could make out 3 to 4 other large wolves running alongside. A few even came dangerously close to take whiff. She quickly pulled in her legs to make sure they couldn't reach them anymore. This came incredibly handy as the wolf she was riding on aggressively shoved them out of the way with a growl. Was he protecting her? It sure seemed like it.
Soon all the wolves disappeared into the forest again and yet again they were alone. Aurora silently laid her head down onto his back with a headache throbbing behind her eyes. "Ahh.." She grunted.

About 10 minutes later the wolf returned to a more reasonably paced lope and they reached a far stretched open area. It was clear a few trees had to go in the process of building their village. Their houses consisted of decently build cottages put together with large pieces of rough blue stone and wood. There was a clear path sturdy enough to support large trucks and heavy cars, illuminated by street lanterns. It seemed like the road lead all the way to the lake in the valley. Aurora couldn't keep up with the amount of cottages as they continued their walk through the village but there was one large house in the middle of the village that stood out the most. It was clearly an important place. Though it was utterly quiet. Well, it was 3AM at the very least, so most of the people were probably asleep. "Do you live here?" Aurora said softly, now noticing she was very thirsty.

[Assistant]
Mal finally came to a complete stop just inside the edge of the treeline. He waited until she climbed off before shifting back, giving a luxurious stretch as he stood. "Ah, what a run," he sighed, twisting side-to-side. "I haven't had a workout like that in awhile." He motioned for her to follow, leading her into the huge clearing.

There was a large house about twenty yards ahead of them, and then smaller cottages branching out from there. The deeper they went, there were actually people standing along the pathways and loitering outside their houses, many of them staring at Mal and the girl with him curiously. Some lights set into the ground every fifteen feet lit the pathways to the larger structures. He led her towards one of the less-lit pathways to a small cottage with one light on in the window.

"Welcome to my home. For now, get cleaned up and get some rest. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you to meet the Alpha." He stepped up, unlocked the door, and motioned for her to go inside. He heard footsteps and turned, watching one of the others in his pack approach. "Do you need something, Dunbar?"

"Yes. She should be in the main house," the smaller man growled. "It's protocol." He looked very unfriendly, unable to tear his hungry gaze from the human girl.

"It's also protocol to keep the humans alive and unharmed. Get back to night watch or I'll have to wake the Alpha so he can deal with you," Mal said breezily, turning away to usher the girl inside.

[User]
The whole walk through the village was a blur to Aurora. She only managed to remember the minimal information she needed such as; they were about to enter his house and she was going to spend the night here. The rest was background noise. As she walked inside the cottage there was a huge temperature difference and she noticed a fireplace was lid across the hall. As she continued inside, she noticed the wet jeans cling to her legs and hips. It made her cringe. Not sure where she was ought to go, she walked through the hall towards a comfortable looking couch and threw a quick glance towards the door. The guy who brought her home was talking to someone outside and Aurora saw the moment as an opportunity. In a few seconds she unzipped her jeans and it dropped to the ground. She quickly threw her backpack on the couch and pulled out the other jeans she had packed. Both her legs were clammy and cold, clearly showing goosebumps all over. The fabric of the jeans stuck to her moist legs and she immediately regretted packing a skinny jeans. "Common.." She whispered to herself, not noticing that the guy had entered his house. The sound of footsteps through the hall made her look up. Her heart skipped a beat and she slightly panicked.

"D-Don't look at me!" She quickly shouted through her long hair that blocked her view. She was still hunched forward whilst pulling the jeans over her ankles. The downwards angle did not do her headache any favour. Whilst her face turned completely red she managed to pull the jeans over her knees but then got stuck again when it reached her wet underwear. With a deep sigh she completely gave up and sat down onto the couch. Both her hands covered her face and she let out a soft sob. "Why did you bring me here.."

[Assistant]
Mal blinked in surprise as she struggled to pull on her jeans. He made a face and took a deep breath, scenting embarrassment, grief, fear, and pain. Physical pain. She was hurting somehow. He turned and went into his room, leaving her by herself for a few moments while he grabbed what he needed. He returned with a pair of warm, dry sweatpants, some Tylenol, and a glass of water.

He set the pants on the couch beside her, politely averting his eyes from where her wet underwear was see-through, and put the water and medicine on the table. "I brought you here because to do anything else would mean death. No one will hurt you here. Except maybe Dunbar, but he's pretty weak. He can't do much more than toss insults around." He straightened and ran a hand over his wet hair, looking kind of uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry it all happened this way. There are other humans here, though mostly it's just children that wandered in and some old man that has dementia. I think there is one guy about your age." He took a step back. "Anyways, you just take awhile to calm down. Take that Tylenol and put on those sweatpants. You can take a shower if you'd like, and the guest room is at the end of the hallway." He paused, wanting to say something else but not knowing what it was. So he just went back to his bedroom, leaving her there.

[User]
Aurora heard his footsteps going into one of the rooms and he came back shortly after. She sat still with her pants halfway up her legs and her hands covering most of her underwear. He had returned with what seemed like a sweatpants and some medicine. Though she did not find the courage to look up at him, based in what condition she was in. The words he spoke were very little comforting as she feared for her life in here as well. What if the other wolves did not like her? What if they got hungry all of a sudden? What if he got angry at her? Nobody would save her here, she figured.

When he apologised she shook her head softly. "You're not sorry. Somehow I feel like you're happy you've found me." Thoughts rushed through her head and anger started to boil up again. "What did you expect, that I'll be your wolfy WIFE?" She spat out, now looking at him directly. "Well, keep dreaming." Aurora then turned her head away and stared at the wall, clearly indicating she was done talking to him. It worked, because he left soon after.

Now completely alone in the small living room, Aurora pulled off the 2nd clammy jeans that was stuck around her legs. It seemed like loads of her fresh clothes got wet as her backpack was made out of cotton. She laid most of her clothes out on the ground in front of the fireplace so that she would have something dry to wear in the morning. The sweatpants was dry, but waaaay too big. Most of the time she stepped onto the loose fabric and had to pull them up again so that her feet peeped out. After taking the Tylenol she gulped down the rest of the water and sat down on the couch again. It would take a while for the painkiller to kick in so Aurora decided to check out the guest room and get some sleep. It was already 4AM by now and she had no idea how long she'd be able to sleep. Or how long they'd let her sleep. With a yawn, she walked towards the last door in the hallway and opened up the door. It was plain and simple: a bed, a closet, a small table set next to the bed and that's it.

The bed had the thickest blankets ever, probably made out of wool. Once covered by all the layers of blankets, the long and heavy night took its toll. Aurora was sound asleep.

[Assistant]
Mal had fallen asleep almost immediately after he'd laid down, and had slept like the dead the whole night. He'd woken about an hour after dawn and grabbed breakfast, but he'd fallen asleep again after that. A good run always wore him out completely. He was completely wrapped up in his sheets from the waist down, one arm tossed over his head, and the other shoved up the shirt he'd pulled on as if he'd been trying to itch himself. His shirt was pushed almost all the way up, baring his lean-muscled chest and stomach, along with a detailed tattoo of a compass just above his left hip. His hair was an absolute mess, wild and wavy on one half of his head and pressed flat on the other half. He was pouting in his sleep, like a little boy who'd just been scolded by his mother. Young and serious.

(Ugh, that's kind of terrible. Sorry. Didn't know what else to do.)


[System]
"To be completely honest, I hardly even know myself..."
Age: 16.

Gender: Male

Arcana: Death

Equipment:

- A notebook in which Ishido occasionally jots down notes. Notably, he's begun taking down notes on people, and things.
- A blue scarf and a red cape – both souvenirs given to him by Mr and Mrs Yoichi. He wears these as often as he can.
- A phone, also given to him by the Yoichi family. Unfortunately, Ishido doesn't have anyone registered…

Skills:

Writing - Ishido's writing ability is surprisingly refined; at least with a pen and paper.
Cleaning - He's gained a talent for cleaning - as he often cleans for the Yoichi family, to help them out.
Getting Lost - Ishido is skilled at getting lost.
Learning - Ishido is more than willing to learn new skills – perhaps his most useful skill of all.

Appearance:
Ishido also wears a blue scarf and a small red cape on his back.

Personality:

Curiosity - Ishido's defining trait is that he's very, very curious. Due to his memory loss, there's a lot he doesn't know – and it's not just limited to his past identity. Ishido loves to learn about things that take his interest.

A Blank, Empty Slate - Ishido feels like he's a blank slate compared to everyone else, due to his memory loss. While other people have been through all sorts of things – Ishido's essentially been around for only over three months, and hardly has anything to tell others.

A Seeker of Purpose - Ishido seeks a purpose in life – but this proves to be a challenge for the amnesiac. Not only dose he look for a purpose, he also seeks out hobbies.

Calm and Awkward - Ishido usually has a calm, aloof demeanour – but, despite this, he's surprisingly chatty and social with people he's comfortable with at times, contrary to his quiet personality. He can also be quite awkward.

Devoted to His Friends, Passive to Others - One particular trait of Ishido's is that he is very devoted to his friends. If a good friend of Ishido's was in a pinch, Ishido would fight tooth and nail to help them out. However, Ishido doesn't make friends easily, as he's very passive. While he does want to make friends, he waits for them to come to him. But, if you make friends with Ishido... you could very well have a friend for life, who is willing to take the fall for you in dire situations.

Protective - Ishido can be somewhat snarky and hostile to people who wrong him or his friends.

Mimic - Subconsciously, Ishido tends to occasionally mimic the behaviour of others… to varying success. Along with this, he learns from how other people go about doing things.

Socially Clueless - Ishido isn't exactly too aware of social norms. He'll occasionally head up the street when he's dressed for bed, and a majority of the time, Ishido wears a short cape in public often – along with a scarf, even when it's not winter. Ishido is attached to both the cape and the scarf – they were given to him as gifts by Mrs Yoichi.

Gives Things a Go - Ishido is more than happy to take chances to try out new things; even if he's got no knowledge of it. If a meal needed to be cooked – Ishido would certainly give it a go, even though he's got little to no talent in the field.

Occasionally Drifts Off - Ishido is also prone to spacing out if his intention isn't piqued.

Biography:

Ishido is someone who could easily be described as an enigma… both to others, and himself. Essentially, Ishido has amnesia – he can't remember anything before January 17th, 2016.

Ishido awoke to two figures – a husband and a wife, Mr and Mrs Yoichi. The two of them were utterly surprised that Ishido woke up… though Ishido realized he had no idea who he was talking to, nor how he ended up where he was. Ishido attempted to think through what he'd done previously, what could've possibly got him in his situation… but nothing came to mind. He couldn't recall anything he'd done, not even his name.
Both Mr and Mrs Yoichi were shocked to hear that the amnesiac boy didn't know even his name, but they quickly took him in – under the name of 'Ishido Yoichi' – the name of the Yoichi's family's adopted son, who had went missing seven years ago. Ishido found himself touched by this kind act.

From that day forth, Mr and Mrs Yoichi tried their best to educate the amnesiac Ishido… but they found that he hadn't forgotten everything. He already knew how to perform most subjects at a passable level for a first year in senior high – with the exception of mathematics, where he struggled heavily. They didn't need to teach him much – after all, school would do a good job of that. And, Ishido found that a large amount of what Mr and Mrs Yoichi tried to teach him was incorrect.

Ishido concluded that Mr and Mrs Yoichi weren't the brightest bulbs in the box after they claimed they'd lived in Shikatsu for twenty years… even though they frequently got lost when attempting to tour him around. He couldn't fault Mr and Mrs Yoichi for this, however – both of them were in their sixties, and they'd taken him in out of the kindness in their hearts... and Ishido wasn't exactly a bright bulb, either, for he seemed to have a knack for getting lost.

Ishido felt he owed a debt to the two of them, and so he helped out around the house whenever possible, to which the two of them were grateful.

Around March was when Ishido began to wonder… just who was he? He hadn't really thought too hard on it before, but he'd lost all memory prior to January 17th. But Ishido didn't know where to start as he didn't have the slightest clue to his previous identity. Asking Mr and Mrs Yoichi proved fruitless, too. They claimed they had a rough idea, but their memory was hazy.

Days later, Mr and Mrs Yoichi suggested Ishido go to school as soon as possible. It took a while for Ishido and Mr and Mrs Yoichi to find Uchima Senior High, but Ishido was enlisted as a student with little trouble.

That following week, he discovered that Mr and Mrs Yoichi had spent the last of their savings on getting Ishido into Uchima Senior High. Ishido was grateful, and helped out the Yoichis as much as he could to repay them.

Ishido was excited for when Uchima Senior High opened back up. April 21st was what Mr. Yoichi said was the opening date, but this was incredibly incorrect, because as it would turn out... the school year started on April 5th. None of the Yoichi family knew this.

Along with that, Ishido attempted to get to Uchima Senior High on the 21st… only to get lost and end up heading back home. At the present moment, Ishido is travelling the streets – desperately looking for Uchima Senior High…

Persona:

Name: Colossus

Appearance:

 Ishido Yoichi's Persona is Colossus; a large Persona standing at ten feet tall.

Traits:

-Void: Earth
-Resist: Lightning
-Weak: Nuclear, Fire

Abilities/Skills:

- Magna: Light earth damage to a single foe.
- Bash: Light strike damage to a single foe.
- Rakukaja: Increases an ally's defense by one stage.

[User]
A Lifeless Street, Cloaked in Golden Fog

A golden fog stood before Ishido. Where had it come from? For Ishido, that was something he couldn't decipher. Ishido had simply approached the shimmering pink light, only for the strange fog to appear.

'This is weird...' Ishido thought, having stopped in place to look around. But something became clear to Ishido... the woman was gone, and so were any cars that were previously on the street. There was not a soul in sight, or at least... one that Ishido could see.

'It must be night...' Ishido concluded, though he'd seen it was previously day mere minutes ago. 'It doesn't look like it, but... maybe. People go home at night, after all.'

But the golden fog posed another question. What was it? It was one of many things that Ishido had never heard of... all thanks to his shattered memory, most likely. Ishido had never heard anyone speak of the golden fog, or mysterious pink lights that felt as if they beckoned people to them.

'If I didn't have this amnesia,' Ishido pondered, still scanning the area with his eyes for anything of note. 'I bet I'd know about this stuff. It's probably something everyone else knows about, but I don't... I'm getting used to that.'

Ishido's thinking was swiftly interrupted by a realization. He couldn't feel his phone in his hands...! Hurriedly, Ishido looked downwards, towards the grass below... but his phone was still in his hand. However, he was completely unable of feeling it.
But, more importantly... something about his phone seemed off. It seemed to be pulsing, and making strange, yet familiar noises. But these noises lasted for only a simple instant.

These strange happenings confused Ishido. Someone more experienced with the world would find the situation abnormal, perhaps even paranormal - what with the mysterious pink lights only he could see, the mystic golden fog, and his phone suddenly playing up...

But Ishido was almost new to the world. He'd woken three months ago, no recollection of who he was - with fragments of knowledge. He knew some things, but found that he didn't know all sorts of things that others could recall in a moment. To Ishido, all of the strange happenings were normal things he wasn't used to.

'I've never heard of anyone talk about this gold fog or pink light... but I'm sure it's normal to other people... it's just weird because of my memory.' Pondered Ishido, lost in thought. 'If I see anyone, I'll ask them, like I usually do.'

But, then, Ishido heard some noises. Curiously, Ishido looked around once more; and immediately caught sight of something he'd somehow missed. Ishido had spotted another person in the golden fog; and another form of pink light, along with an open door.

'I wonder what they're doing here.'

Ishido chose to head towards the boy. He wasn't fearful - he didn't know what to be fearful of, in this case. Instead, he was merely confused and in search of answers. And perhaps that boy had the answers Ishido sought?

After all, Ishido perceived the situation as normal, but something that he simply didn't have experience with. For all Ishido knew, other people were used to the golden fog and pink lights... other than the lady than before, of course.

[Assistant]
, @Plank Sinatra, @Kafka Komedy, @Crimmy

"Per…" Hitomi's eyes took me from Kimiko's pale hand handing her mouth a fry to… She didn't know where she was.

I felt love.

Hitomi snapped out of her trance and munched down on the fry. Hitomi thought that was love. The perfect crispness, a fair amount of salt, and a little bit of love. Hitomi hadn't really known love in her life. One was supposed to love their family, but she never really did. She knew it was a terrible thing to think. But they had shown her that wishing the best for someone wasn't really the same thing as true love. She had seen what Daisuke and Kimiko were talking about. Daisuke had saved Hitomi's life with his… Persona?

"So…" Hitomi watched as a general took her arm and threw her on the bed. He stood dutifully at the door. Ready for what was about to come. The door burst open and a spear drove its way through his head. She waited on the bed, but they did not harm her.

She wanted to know what they were. She felt an almost burning sensation in the pit of her heart. She wanted to understand these Persona.

"Na?" She watched as the fire burned away the flesh of her lover. But as the fire hissed at her, she began to realize that Paris wasn't right for her. Did she ever truly love him at all? Where was Menelaus? Why was she in Troy? She didn't want to marry Deiphobus.

Who was Paris? Or Menelaus, or Deiphobus? Why did she know these names?

Why was she remembering these things that had never happened to her?

Hitomi tightened her grip on Kimiko attempting to ground herself to reality. Not tight enough to cause any discomfort, but she lowered herself down so she was essentially laying on the girl's back. The girl calmly stared out at the ensuing conversation and munched once more on the fry being offered to her.

"I've been seeing someone too. She was really tall, and beautiful..." She said quietly, almost silently hoping that no one heard her. "I think something is happening to us, that might be bigger than us."

[User] Hans briefly considered his options right now he was in the middle of some unknown location, unless his mind was playing tricks on him and he was currently unconscious. Hans breathed in calmly and looked around him nothing was coming out to get him just yet. In an attempt to play it safe Hans decided to check first before going into the house. Hans reached out and formed a fist and knocked on the door that was ajar. He did it loudly hoping that either nothing would respond, or if something inside would come towards the door way at least then he had a chance to spring back where he came from. Going into the house seemed like an unwise choice. Whatever this decrepit place was it was alien to him and he didn't like it. Hans steeled himself for surprise if there was any to come.

[Assistant]
A Lifeless Street, Cloaked in Golden Fog

As Ishido approached the boy and the house, he began to wonder. What was the boy doing here? Nobody else was around. Perhaps he lived in the nearby house, with the ajar door? In such a case, perhaps he knew what was going on?

But then, Ishido caught sight of the boy knocking on the ajar door... perhaps the boy was a visitor, someone coming by to say 'hello' - just like people did with the Yoichi family... or perhaps the boy simply wanted out of the fog. Ishido was beginning to feel that way himself; the fog didn't completely obscure Ishido's view, but it certainly made it harder to see than normal... which was a bit of an annoyance to Ishido.

Ishido's next move was to try to call out to the boy at the door. Surely, he'd know what was going on... wouldn't he?


[System]
RaceHuman-demon hybrid

Age27

Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal.

However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away.

After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment.

Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is.

Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement.

Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds.

Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness.

Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.

[User] "Nothing particular." Madawc answered, already having to chuckle. "I'm... sort of an adventurer as you'd probably call it." He saw what was happening and had to suppress an internal urge to start laughing. "Xavier ? Don't let things escalate too quickly, will you ?"

[Assistant]
"Oh wow what kinda adventures do you go on?" She asked him smiling curious of what he would say,"What is going on?" She said liking at the two of them confused even though she knew that the more had a hard on.

Xavier puffed his cheeks out not wanting to be teased moving back a little on his horse.

[User]
"Delivering some urgent messages here, slaying an evil dragon there..." He chuckled again. "No no. Not the latter one, of course." Well - at least the former item on his list was halfway correct. "Rather boring stuff to make a living." He didn't want to exaggerate things, but telling her that he was a savage because he was half demon also was not an option. Perhaps what he was telling her was true for Xavier.

His companion seemed to be occupied with other things however...

[Assistant]
"Wow you must be some sort of famous hero then?" Bette said with excitement in her voice,She meanwhile rubbed her back against the mute smiling internally to herself.

The mute was blushing still seeing the day slowly turning to night.

[User] "No. I'm far away from being a hero. I'm quite ordinary. Madawc glanced behind her to where Xavier was sitting as if he wanted to assure that the mute wouldn't object to that lie.

[Assistant] "Oh so does Mr.Big Hero and this cute Cinnamon roll fight any...Elder Ones?Or Deep Creatures?" Bette said looking over to Madawc smiling to him and referring to the mute as the cinnamon roll for being too cute."And if you can kill a dragon then im sure you can kill a Elder One" She said teasing with a big grin on her face.

[User] "Didn't I just say that the latter one was only a joke ? What do you think I'm capable of or do I have to demonstrate ?" Well.. she wasn't teasing him with him being fat. That was a plus point for her.

[Assistant] "Well once we find a big beasty then i would like to see you demonstrate this power of yours..." Bette said teasing him further with Xavier now pointing to the sky moaning softly. He wanted to communicate that it was getting dark and perhaps they should get a tent going.

[User]
"I'd prefer not running into trouble all the time..." Madawc answered to Bette, then noticed how Xavier was gesturing with his hand. "Am I correct if I assume that you want us to rest ?" He too could see that it was getting dark and as much as he would have preferred pressing on through the night as long as they could, he had to consider the other two persons as well.

The man turned off the road, Xavier's mount groaning and slowing down a lot when going up a hill Madawc had apparently selected as their location for the night. He got off of it and started to unpack their equipment and erect their tent.

"I hope this elevated position will serve us as it will make it easier to spot any threats that could come along from further away."

[Assistant]
Xavier nodded his head smiling while he followed Madawc to the hill,Stopping his horse and letting him rest unpacking his things.Confused he looked at his blanket that he would sleep in handing it Madawc so he could sleep and he could watch.Also so Bette could sleep with Madawc's blanket.

He didn't mind staying up until the wee hours of the morning in a way he was more of a night person and he loved seeing the dawn and dusk of the sky."Xavier you don't need to do that...you need to rest..." Bette said shaking her head smiling rubbing his arm.

[User]
"I have to agree. Last time you were on the watch the whole night, this time I'd like to do it. I'm not feeling tired anyway." There was another argument that he had in his mind that acted against letting Xavier take the duty: Madawc was worried that his companion would be too distracted by Bette...

He stepped over to the mute, towering both above him and the woman and being a huge lot broader. "You should perhaps take care of your horse. It seems to be totally exhausted."

[Assistant]
Xavier nodded his head walking over to his horse patting it's mane and feeding it some grass, He was so loving and caring when it came to animals has always been this way ever since he was a child. "Well we could both keep watch...if you like big man" Bette answered with a big smile on her face.

The mute was yawning softly getting a pasting glance form Bette.

[User] "Big man ?" Madawc arched an eyebrow. "But yeah, we could do the watch. Do you know how to fight ? Do you have weapons ?"

[Assistant] "Sure I can...and no I don't have a weapon on my person" She said wondering what weapon he would give her. Xavier meanwhile was getting ready to go to sleep keeping his helmet close to him in cause he or they get into a fight.

[User]
Madawc inspected the woman. She didn't seem to be strong, so wielding a large sword or even a hammer was out of question. He didn't have any alternate weapons himself and Xavier was already on his way to sleeping. "Wait a moment..."
He, once again, started to sift through his belongings in order to find something that could do the job. He came up with a knife he normally used not for fighting but as a tool. "Here. That's all I can muster. I don't think you could handle Xaviers big sword - sorry."

[Assistant] "Thanks..." She said taking the knife with a soft smile on her face,His blanket still wrapped around her body., Looking over to Xavier sleeping thinking how cute he was. Standing guard staying close to the mute while looking around the hill in case they would be attacked, From the corner of her eye she swore she could see some figures in the dark.

[User]
"Oh come on... don't tell me that there is yet another bunch of pesky things that wants our hides..." Madawc muttered to himself, but still with Bette being able to hear it. "I'm gonna check this out... You can stay here if you want, you aren't wearing armor. Perhaps wake up Xavier - just in case..."

The hulking demon got moving, heaving himself down the hill towards the weak silhouettes one could indeed see roaming around in the distance. His hammer was ready in his hands.

[Assistant]
Bette nodded her head walking over to Xavier smiling to him whispering something in his ear,"Hello..son of Azgorth..." She whispered to him shaking awake as he slowly opened his eyes. Moaning softly wondering what was going on with Bette telling him that their was a figure in the shadows.

Taking his sword heading down the hill while Bette watched smiling.

[User] Madawc accelerated his movement when he noticed that there indeed was something strange going on. Whatever it was, he intended slamming into it with full force as it was quite his style. He was too far away to hear which words Bette was waking up the mute with, otherwise he probably would have turned around, having the feeling that there was something even more strange and possibly dangerous going on behind his back.

[Assistant] Xavier had his helmet on running down the hill to join the demon man,Moaning softy wondering what was going on and why he was down here,Meanwhile Bette was watching them wondering what the mute was capable of. The mute was now looking around seeing some figures in the shadows wondering what they were.

[User]
Madawc really wasn't eager to wait any longer. He launched forwards, right into the shadows where they now all were believing to see things. There was a loud grunt, an outcry and the sound of someone falling to the ground, hard. Coming closer one could see that Madawc had just slammed full force into another man that now was lying a few yards in front of him in agony.

'You fat bastard. I've not done anything to you!' Judging by his behaviour, several bones were broken or at least partially fractured.
"Then why are you lingering around in the shadows carrying daggers and a bow ?"

[Assistant] Xavier moaned out loud pointing his sword at the man wondering why the man was lurking around in the shadows, Meanwhile Bette was watching them hoping that this new person would not caught onto her plan.

[User]
'That's not your business! I can do what I want as long as I don't cross the line to something that is clearly marked as private property! And ? Do you see any signs here ? Or fences ? I don't! Now get away from me you monster, you've hurt me enough already!'

"I'm not preventing you from running away... In fact, I'd be glad if you would..." Madawc replied, a somewhat amused tone lingering in his voice.

'Hah. You won't be able to follow me anyway, you roly-poly!' The brown haired man got up and sprinted away. 'Maybe I'll call my friends and have my revenge for this!'

"Oh cool... Do that... if you must... If it should happen that we are still here by then..." the demon muttered, not being interested in the other man actually being able to hear it.


[System]
Allegiance: Gunners (former)
 Unaffiliated Mercenary(current)

Race: Human

Mostly like this, but longer facial hair and a few more scars, most notable of which is a large gouge that goes from underneath right eye to chin, that goes over the mouth.

Sex: Male

Age: 30

Inventory:
Apparel
* Dirty T-shirt, jeans, boots
* Full Gunner armor set, though the green paint is mostly faded and the Gunner symbols have been scratched away
* Military rucksack, worn on back

Weapons
* Semi-automatic combat rifle with reflex sight and bayonet, slung over abdomen when not in use
* 9mm pistol, unmodified, kept in hip holster
* Two combat knives, one kept in sheathe located on chest, and one hidden in boot

Misc.
* 5.56 ammunition, 50 rounds
* 9mm ammunition, 20 rounds
* One fragmentation grenade
* Two stimpaks
* Alcohol (One bottle of whiskey, one bottle of vodka)
* 450 bottlecaps

Backstory:
Joe used to be a Gunner. He didn't take pleasure in the job, but it was something he was good at. That, and it kept caps in his pocket and booze in his belly. Things were going fine in the Commonwealth, he had been stationed in a more populated area. That meant there was almost always an income of food and caps, given willingly or otherwise. Until one day, a new recruit opened fire on a lone passerby, under no orders to do so. What came next could only be described as a massacre. One man took on what was basically a fortress, and came out mostly unscathed. The stranger took everything of value, leaving the once thriving station desolate. Joe alone survived because he was out on patrol, thus the meager supplies he now carries.

Afterward, Joe denounced the Gunners, angrily scratching the symbols off his armor. They were supposed to be elite, yet they were taken down by one man. Joe then became a wanderer himself, mostly shunned by civilization, due to the armor, which still looked like the standard Gunner green. He took what jobs he could get, he wasn't picky. He couldn't afford to be. One week, he might be saving a child for weeping parents, the next he could be taking those same people into slavery. As long as he got paid. And Joe always made sure to get paid.

His latest job was the protection of a wealthy traveling merchant. At one of his stops, he overheard a conversation about something that came over the radio. Someone was recruiting travelers from all over the Commonwealth, something about stopping the Brotherhood's return. Joe was ambivalent towards them. He was human, after all, and not hoarding forgotten tech. But the mission was apparently going to be risky, and risky meant a hefty payday. So, once his contract with the merchant expired, he set off in search of who put out the call.

Personality:
Joe is reserved, and values strength. He doesn't communicate much, except to negotiate a contract or bark orders when they pertain to the safety of his client. He is quick to dismiss someone who shows signs of weakness. While not particularly intelligent, he maintains a cool head under pressure. He thrives in the battlefield, making shrewd use of his supplies. Not prone to making friends, because caring about others in battle makes you sloppy, and being sloppy makes you dead.

[User]
Unit X8-11
Institute Courser

---

A single figure sat by a fire, in the place once known as Charles View Amphitheater. Just a few hours earlier, a group of cultists had tried to rob him of his belongings. The Pillars of Community, they had called themselves.

And just how naive they had been.

No real community would ever thrive here, and the pile of scorched skeletons by the Courser proved that. Humanity's last hope had been deep underground, and the Brotherhood of Steel had recently taken a huge dump on it.

The message on the radio instantly caught X8's attention - Normally, he wouldn't have been tuned to this terrible joke of a station, but it seemed to be the only one left.. Save for a few distress signals and static, but that was of no interest to him. He carefully listened to the host's words and gathered his thoughts on them.

So, some person named Sky is looking to take down the entire Brotherhood, the most hated organization in the Wasteland, and is publicly announcing it on the radio? Can anyone really be stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap?

However, the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he came to investigate the source of this transmission. What else was there to do, anyways? He didn't want to spend the rest of his days slaying meaningless con-artists and raiders. The synth slowly picked up his gear and disappeared to the city's ruins.

---

X8 stood at the Manor's doorstep right on time, and the blood stains on his lantern gave it's light a ghastly red hue.

"Hello. I received your message."

[Assistant]
The red-haired woman by the statue behind X8-11 continued staring down the road as he stood in the doorway. She seemed to pay him no mind as he'd approached and hadn't even looked at him as he passed her. Within the manor however, the figures seated around the table acknowledged his appearance in varying ways.

"Courser at the door." Sky mumbled, not taking her eyes off the small circular screen as she contemplated whether to move her knight or her bishop. Shin-mu, at the end of the table, turned her head ever so slightly, nodding politely in the newcomers direction before turning her attention back towards the ocean.

"Yes well," Zack said, turning to address the stranger, "You did ask for Synths. Hardly surprising that at least one of the Institutes Hunter-Killer models would be drawn here. So..." He said, sizing up the Synth hunter and paying no mind to the bloodstained lantern, "Did you come here hoping to reign in some desperate runaways or are you here for the job?"

[User]
Unit X8-11

---

The Courser dodged the question, not wanting to sign up for anything without knowing the full details.

"Right now I have no reason to trust you. I'm only here out of curiosity."

In reality, the reason was to find out the radio message's true purpose - X8 believed it could well be a bait set by the Railroad, used to lure in surviving synths like him and screw up their programming. If that would turn out to be the case, he was ready to slaughter everyone involved.

[Assistant]
The faint smell of saltwater brushed Joe's nostrils as he traveled seaward. He was getting closer, but had yet to find a lantern. Wonder what'll happen if I skip the lantern? Might end up in a fight. Might get some new loot. Joe's thoughts were cut short by a faint light bobbing in the distance. Though, I don't want to start off on the wrong foot with my new employers.

---

Joe sighed as the man cowered before him. Just some wanderer, probably a straggling caravaneer. But he had what Joe needed. Otherwise, Joe wouldn't even have bothered with him. Tough luck.

"But, it's too dark! If I give you my lantern, it'll be a death sentence for m-" he was cut off by the sound of Joe's pistol cocking.

"If you don't give it to me, it'll be a death sentence for you. Now, either put it on the ground, or I'll pry it off your corpse." Joe demanded.

The man's face contorted, faced with certain death or probable death. Just as the tears were beginning to form, his expression changed. Fear was replaced with anger, and his once trembling hands now clutched the lantern with white knuckles.

"Fine! Take it!" he screamed, and threw the lantern at Joe's feet. The lantern broke, spreading fire and causing Joe to fall back. Joe trained his crosshairs on the man's fading back, but holstered his weapon instead of firing. Waste of a bullet. he thought, Besides, he's got guts. Oughta make the mirelurks happy.

---

Joe sauntered past the sentry, who seemed to pay him no mind. Nonetheless, he was tense. This wasn't like any of the other jobs. There were two men speaking in the doorway, and what looked like two women in the house. One of the men was holding a bloody lantern, and looked severely out of place, compared to the others. Joe didn't think clothes that nice even existed anymore.

Joe tossed his broken, burnt lantern at the men's feet, announcing his presence.

"So, what's the pay?"


[System]
Age

17 (Appears to be in his 20s)

Story They Are From

Beauty and The Beast

Family

None

Crush/Partner

N/A Currently

Abilities

Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly)

Personality

To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare.

History

Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance.

Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love.

Other

What He Looked Like Before The Curse

Other Pictures of Beast

[User]
(NPC) Grandmother Fey

She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.

[Assistant]
Kyrin Chester

Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.

[User]
A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit."

He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.

[Assistant]
The Mad Hatter

Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things.

He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic.

He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland.

He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song

[User]
Peter

Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again.

Godmother Fey

Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime.

Belle

She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.

[Assistant]
Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left.

"Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle."

Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."

[User]
[/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him.

Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom.

"Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!"

Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home.

The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.

[Assistant]
Konrad
After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much.

Kyrin

Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.

[User]
Ursula

Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head.

"I'm Kyrin, your roommate."

Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk.

Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.

[Assistant]
Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on.

1 Unread Message

...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath.

Good luck, Dear! Make us proud!
-Mrs. Potts

Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.


[System]
Approved by @CrazyShadowy

"Oh my! Aren't you a cute little thing!"~
~Claudia DeFeren~
~"But you can just call me Claudia, dear. So nice to meet you."~

Age: Unknown (Appears to be in her early thirties)
~"You know, it's quite rude to ask a woman of her age."~

Gender: Female
~"My, what an odd question, my dear. I do believe I'm a woman"~

Species: Vampire
~"Don't worry, sweetie. I won't bite...unless you want me to."~

Physical Appearance:
~"Mmm, you like what you see?"~

 Claudia has a very voluptuous figure, round, curvy hips and quite an ample bust she proudly displays. Her long shimmering red hair, as smooth as silk, flows gracefully over her round shoulders and down her backside past her rump. She tends to wear it down alot too, only on occasions pinning it up in a sloppy bun. Her rosy cheeks and ruby red lips glow against her creamy white complexion, as do her sapphire blue eyes sparkle with a lust for life. Indeed, she is a beauty to behold.

Backstory:
~"Hehe, now I can't tell you all my secrets, honey."~

Personality:
~"Sugar, spice, and everything nice."~

Claudia is a very jovial and carefree woman. She loves to laugh, drink, dance, sing, and flirt, especially with other women. She has a vibrant personality that seems to charm everyone around her and lift their spirits, but if you cross her, she can be quite the fire storm.

Likes:
-Drinking wine
-Taking hot baths
-Women
-Reading books
-Playing piano
-Dressing provocatively
-The smell of chamomile, roses, and lavender

Dislikes
-Swearing
-Men in general
-Cigar smoke
-Enclosed spaces (Claustraphobic)
-Hard liquors

Clothing

During the day, Claudia wears a green dress with a hooded cloak, a pair of lace up boots and gloves. While simple, yet stylish, the hood protects her face from the harsh glare of the sun as well as giving her that mysterious beauty look. She only wears the hood when she is outdoors of course.

During the night, Claudia loves to wear a sheer, silk nightgown to bed (sometimes she'll wear nothing to bed). Though loose fitting, it still accentuates every curve of her beautiful body. If she has company over during the evening or she's just curled up beside the fire with a good book, she'll modestly cover herself with a silk, floral print robe.

House:

~"Oh, why hello, darling! Welcome to my lovely home!"~

Hearthstone Manor

m.youtube.com/watch?v=qo3VAltxlr8

You had met the lovely maiden upon your travels one night, quietly observing her, as you would a graceful fawn, in the verdant meadows of the Windy Hills. She bathed in a small stream, happily humming to herself, blisfully unaware of your presence. Your eyes, how they admired the woman, how the moon glistened upon her moist skin as she splashed cool water upon her face and body. Suddenly, her eyes catch yours. She gasps, coyly closing her hands over her breasts and her other...unmentionables, but you had already gotten a peak of her natural splendor.

Your face is red and burning hot as you make haste before she retaliates. Somehow later, she catches up to you. She is dressed now, but the image of her nude is still burned into your mind as again you are blushing. She smiles rather mischievously, asking if you enjoyed what you saw. Bashfully, you answered yes. She found you to be quite lovely as well the moment she laid eyes upon you. She then asks you if you would like to accompany her home.

The place is rather intimidating to you when you first see it. The manor stands tall and proud between the Windy Hills and yonder Thunder Woods, a spectacular view of the green larches, pines and oaks amidst the mighty snowy mountains towering in the distance. A cold chill graces your skin. It's either the downdraft coming from the mountain or...just an uneasy feeling.

She takes your hand softly, her smile so gentle and radiant as she welcomes you inside. You smile in return, albeit nervously, and close the door behind you.

The night you spent with the woman was one you will never forget, the way she took you into her arms, kissing you with so much passion, caressing every inch of your body with her delicate hands. You shiver pleasurably remembering it all.

But you remember another detail to such a wild, romantic night. The woman had bit you on your neck. It hurt at first, but the warmth of her breath eased the pain as she enjoyed savoring the drops of your precious blood. A vampire. She was a vampire.

Your fingertips grace the tiny wounds. They sting a little bit. You hear the woman downstairs humming to herself, such a quaint, happy melody. She was pleased with the night just as you were. You smile and pick your clothes up off the floor, dressing shortly.

Her home is very lovely and cozy you think as you descend the stairs. She awaits you, dressed only in her silk night robe, parting slightly to give you another generous peek of her lovely figure. She lounges across the plush sofa in the living room, her languid, blue eyes buried in a book. She looks up and smiles, a smile even warmer than the crackling hearth she's nestled beside. She closes her book, whispering,

~"Good morning, my love. Did you have a wonderful sleep?"~

Weaknesses:

Though she is a vampire, Claudia is only affected by a few common vampire weaknesses. She can still ingest garlic, albeit in moderate amounts, and she can still traverse through sunlight, only for a short amount of time before she begins to feel weary, light-headed, and at some points nauseous. Prolonged exposure to sunlight may even cause her to faint or her skin to blister painfully, but this is only in the case of direct contact with her skin.

Religious paraphernalia if touched to her skin will cause minor burns and the sight of such can cause her to have splitting migraines and even lash out angrily. Naturally though, a stake to the heart can kill her instantly. The same goes with forcing her to swallow holy water.

Powers:

~Shape-Shifting~
 As with most Nosferatu, Claudia has the ability to change shape into almost anything. Her most common alternate-form is of a black cat, but she can also form into a bat (naturally) or a cloud of dark mist.

~Vampire Allurement~
 With just a simple look into her eyes or a batting of her eyelashes, a soft smirk included, Claudia can gain control of someone and lure them to her subconciously. Of course, it's only effective if the intended target is of weak will, but she is rather persistent in her...endeavors.

[User]
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"So... Are you a vampire or a human? Because you smell like a vampire..."

Claudia tensed at the youngling's inquiry, a sharp gulp of air down her gullet. Nervously she bit her bottom lip, debating if she wanted to answer that question or not, though there was only one clear answer. Ah yes, she was a witty little, so keen to sense the woman's undead aura, the acrid scent of dust in her veins...and her heart.

Vampire... Claudia hated that word.

~"Why sweetie, I..."~ She gave Spirit an uneasy smile that quickly diminished to a frown once she felt the girl squeeze her hand tight, the poor thing trembling as though she had seen a monster of some sort. Her eyes, how they glistened with fear. Claudia sighed and knelt beside her, placing both hands on the youth's trembling shoulders. ~"My dear..."~ She cooed, her sapphire eyes darkening. ~"There is no denying what I am. Indeed I am a vampire, one of the living dead. Every night, I must feed to sustain my life energy, but I've no intentions of harming a sweet little girl like you, Spirit. I look into your eyes, and I can see the fear welling within you. You no longer wish to be hurt, to be abused like you were those few years ago. I can only begin to fathom the pain you felt, and it makes me ill just picturing it, a scared little girl huddled on a corner, so weak, so fragile. Her wounds burn like hellfire as she shivers unclothed, ragged and beaten, so tired...so hungry...and so...cold..."~

Suddenly, Claudia released the girl falling to her knees in the grass. Oh what horrible, horrible images flooded her mind, images of one scared little girl...hair red as blood, eyes blue as the ocean...how she shivered, screamed, and cried, begging for them to stop.... Tears filled her eyes, hot and burning. Quickly she wiped them away, shaking the haunting memories from her head.

[Assistant]
Maka finished up her breakfest and cleaned it all up. She headed back upstairs after petting the cat once more, she went into her room amd grabed her daily wear. Then she headed towards the bathroom for a nice shower, once there she went and cleaned herself up and washed her hair. Her usual routine was as follows, wake up, go downstairs and pet the cat. Then make and eat breakfest and maybe read a little bit of her book then head into the shower.

Once Maka got out she dried off and did the same for her hair, she got dressed and hung her towel atop of the door. She stepped out and noticed a note that she'd missed before when she was moving about, it was from her mother. The usual when to expect her home and that she loved her. Maka put it into the drawer with the others and went back downstairs. She picked up her bag and slung it around her shoulder, making sure her keys to the house were in it. After running her own checklist she locked and stepped out of the door into the fresh, open air outside. She checked to make sure it was locked dispite just locking it, after not being able to turn the handle she went off.

Maka had been wanting to see if she could venture out to the forest a ways away, she'd heard of the relaxed environment it housed and the trees always peaked her interest. She'd been wanting to go there for sometime, climb up into one of the trees and relax with a nice book of her choosing. That would be her ideal day after all.

She'd set off to walk about, having to get from her current location to the grassy fields she watched outside of her window. Once she'd done that she had the forest insight and something to eat and drink in her bag along side of a book. As much as she thought this was possible for a days travel, she was unsure. None the less that wouldn't prevent her from trying to do this.

[User]
Shiro huffs bored and decided to change into his human form and hang upside down, letting his hand touch the ground since he is so graceful he falls off and lands face first on the leaf covered ground. He quickly gets to his feet and works around, doing his patrols around his territory. After a long time of working, he finds his way to a camp site that he doesn't remember being here at all. "Hello? If anyone one here?" Shiro looks around some more finding guns and a pile of wood, I don't remember allowing someone to cut this down... he says to himself they crouches down and feels the rings of the wood, This is freshly cut down. Someone cut a tree without asking, and they cut the incorrect tree, this tree was still alive when they cut it down...

Spirit looks at her in shock confused how she was able to know about all of that. Spirit's cheeks turned a bright shade of rosy pink and she quickly looks away embarrassed at the idea if she exactly did bite her, and how it would feel to be bitten. She shakes her head and looks back at Claudia and gives her a sweet smile "How about we go somewhere that we can sit down? Or would you like to stay here?"

[Assistant]
Another day alone in the marsh, another day wandering away from her home. The small, dark, enclosed body of water wasn't exactly the most happening spot for wayward travelers. Those who did find their way to their dark depths weren't often finding their way out, lured in by a voice as smooth as silk. Her eyes so clear, like her irises were droplets of the very waters she emerged from. Her aura so enchanting they had forgotten where they were going and why. It was that voice, those eyes. So transfixed that nothing else mattered to them any longer.

Today, sadly, was not one of those days. Today, ocher skin lifted from crystal clear waters. Waves spilled down her body, blue fin melting into long brown legs. Body bare, glistening with the droplets that lingered, shining in the light that filtered into the treetops, small feet brought her over to a bush, long silk fabric unfolded from a hand woven basket. A skirt that danced around brown legs, a brazier that accentuated the curves of her flat stomach and round hips.

A wily smile, wind brushing against her dampened skin, her feet moved the young girl away from her home and into the Thunder Woods. Much more life was scattered around its thick line of trees, life that would invite a copious amount of entertainment into her own. Like that little tattered tent she found on the edge of the wood.

The bright light bounced off of metal, the timid voice floated over to her ears. A smile lit her face at the sound, heading for the sounds that she had heard. The brush of grass against her bare feet announced her presence as she came upon the duo.

"Aw, Mr. Tin man, you scared the pretty little thing," she hummed with a laughter lilting her voice. Her brown skin shown bronze in the dazzling sunlight, skirt billowing around her feet.
@Serious Face

[User] Claudia gave a warm smile in reply. ~"Either is fine, deary."~ She said. ~"Though I must admit, I am feeling a bit woozy from being in the sun too long. Perhaps we could rest in the shade of the forest yonder and continue our little conversation, Young Spirit."~ She was right, yes. Even if most of her skin was covered, the sun's rays beat down upon her without quarter. She felt light headed, a dull pain throbbing between her eyes. Lightly she pinched the bridge of her nose, squinting her eyes. ~"Ugh....but we should hurry, my dear. The sun and I don't quite get along so well."~


[System]
Age: 25
Appearance:

[User]
Lilith smirked as Yerbol described his sister's less frequent delinquent side and simply thought of what things that could lead to or how she got that kind of personality. She could relate to his sister a little because, after all, to live the life of an agent she needed her own wilder side to life with the 'excitement' that can come with it. Then again, she thought, her wild side and his sisters might be entirely different beasts. "She sounds like a handful." She simply responded with her smile before turning back to her book and placing her earbud back in. Hours would past and soon enough she would catch a glimpse of their destination lightning up as their plane went down through the clouds to land.

 While Yerbol appreciated the rain for what it brought, Lilith appreciated it as it allowed for an excuse to wear a hood to both prevent her from being seen in a distance as well as well as the sound dampening it added. An agents best friend in terms of weather when aiming to be unnoticed in her mind, unless she was back in training and didn't have the hang of avoiding the splash of a puddle. Another part of her appreciation was the cool air the rain brings with it. She did though; find herself a bit damp as they entered into their hotel room. Placing her jacket onto the coat rack and walking in she replied aloud "Not always, I've had to stay in a dirt shack during one mission in the Middle East. My first one to be exact, I'll spare you the details though as it was simply a cut and clear takedown mission for a member of a group who soon became a part of ISIS." After which she walked to the window and took a look at the skyline quickly while adding on. "I can take the room on the left and you can have the one on the right. Deal?" she said, though it was less of a question at the end and more so a pleasantry as it didn't matter so him agreeing was really the only response that fit. As he took out his phone and checked the time she took turned back and listened before the door suddenly was knocked on.

 Once the force was affirmed she didn't instantly take her pistol as Yerbol did his, and she didn't expect gunfire when the door opened. Due to the fact if the enemy wanted to open fire in the hotel they would also likely bash the door in just as fast. A firefight already isn't discreet. "Well it certainly was someone." She responded as first as she slowly approached from behind before he then opened it. A few feet away she caught sight of the box and said. "It's not going to explode if you are worried. There are far easier and less convoluted methods someone could use for such things than leave a box and knock. Ornate boxes are easier to find out where they came from after all after the pieces are gathered by forensics." Bending over she gently picked the box up and examined it while holding it at her fingertips. "It is a nice box, after I check it for any dirty intent I may very well wish to keep it." Turning back into their room she said. "Close the door quickly, and keep your guard up. If it is a message from our friend it means they know where and who we are already." Her guard seemed very relaxed at this point, but that may be because she has been through worse and she was used to it. After which she would pull out a small toolkit that had a pick-lock set and aimed to open the lock while also making sure she wasn't headed in for some crazy trap by opening it.

[Assistant]
He complied with her instructions, standing on the left hand side of the closed door, gun in hand. Every so often he would press his ear against the door, the silence in the hallway making him uneasy every time he heard it. How on earth would anyone know that they had arrived? Their information had been encoded, false names used, and so on. Interpol didn't do half as much as the IMF in terms of securing information, so to know that there was a remote possibility that someone could have already intercepted them was...unsettling.
"Able to get it open yet?" Walking from his post to Lilith, he watched as she worked studiously with a kind of precision that he couldn't help but admire. A few moments passed before a soft clicking passed through his ears, the lock falling off. The box was opened to reveal a red velvet interior laced with gold trim. There was nothing else except a cell phone, a plain looking bar style device that had a post-it note on the screen. He squinted, looking down at the note.
"Chinese characters." He knelt down, picking the phone up(which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea) and examined the note closer.
"Two numbers...thirteen and twelve. Odd. Make anything of it?" He handed the phone to Lilith, deferring to her expertise. After all, she was the far more experienced in dealing with espionage. Before she could respond, Yerbol's phone buzzed once...then again, this time more forceful. He withdrew the device to find a picture message from an unknown number. The image was of a red and yellow colored tram sitting in the near darkness except for faint lights within. Beneath the image was a cryptic message:

"Find me here. Have info. M."

"M?"

[User] Lilith concentrated as she worked before smiling slightly as the click came and the lock fell off. "Piece of cake." She stated before she lifted the lid and found the contents inside. "Interesting," she added afterwards as she let Yerbol pick it up and examine it before telling her what the Chinese characters are. As he handed her the phone she was going to respond before his phone went off and his message read. As he spoke the letter she then replied. "M is our contact. As for the phone they gave us, it might be connected to a secure line or is a phone to use in place of ours out of suspicion and security. After all, using a phone that isn't your own is harder to track you with and doesn't contain any other information until you use it. Also, perhaps the numbers are the password to the phone it's on or a number to input. Go ahead and try it." Handing the phone back over to him she then examined the case once again before saying. "I didn't find any bugs in or on the box, so it seems to be clean. I think I'll keep it as a souvenir~" Smiling again to herself as she put it on the table and stood back up.

[Assistant]
"Better your hands than mine." He holstered his sidearm before his phone buzzed yet AGAIN, the number the same.
"An address..." He punched the address into the maps application on his device, a smooth feminine voice informing both agents that their destination was ten minutes away on foot.
"Let's hit the streets, then. I'd rather not keep someone like this waiting...right?"

The rain had ceased, leaving a low hanging mist that coated the streets in an ethereal glow which was accented all the more by the half moon hanging in the sky. Foot traffic was still dense and fast, although not at the normal speedy clip Yerbol was used to. Leaving their hotel, Yerbol's device commanded that they take a left, then another left that careened down side streets. A few deviations and turns later, the agents found themselves outside the entrance of the Hong Kong Botanical gardens. The gates were cracked open just enough for them to slip through, the message rather obvious. Yerbol glanced at a security booth next to the gates, which was illuminated, but unmanned. A bribe to get the guards to take a long bathroom break, perhaps? He smiled to himself as he pushed the gate ajar just a bit further to allow passage. Lamp posts with elaborate vines swirled around them were lit with an orange-reddish hue that gave them just enough light to see the concrete path.
"GPS stopped talking...guess we'll have to find it on our own." He stepped forward just as he thought he saw a flicker of something red on the path in front of him.
"Did you see th-"

THWIP

A minute hold in the ground formed at Yerbol's feet, then the red flicker came back in the form of a dot.

Sniper.

"Cover!" Spotting a nearby bench, he ran towards it, bullets cutting into the stone path. He jumped onto the seat of the bench before hopping behind it, withdrawing his pistol.
"Tell me you have a read on where he's shooting from!"

[User]
Lilith nodded as Yerbol suggested they take to the streets. "We'll have to go towards another lead later then it seems." She replied before standing up from her seat. "I'll go dry off and change." Quickly leaving to her room of the two with her bag, she did as she had told him and a few minutes later come out dry and with clean clothes. "Ready when you are."

Lilith allowed the device to lead them as she watched their surroundings for possible tails and other such occurances. "A beautiful moon on this otherwise ominous night." She commented at one point for no particular reason. A moment later she was letting out sigh soon afterwards in brief relaxation. As they reached the gardens she whispered, "Well, I guess it's a location no one would think to look." Slipping in behind her companion she examined the lamp for a moment with a small smile. It was nice to come to a place like this, or so she thought as the firefight soon erupted. She caught glimps of the movement just as Yerbol did, and as the bullet hit the ground in front of him she was already diving to the right and positioning herself behind a large trash container that had rock siding to make it seem more natural in the gardens. "Son of a-" she said before a few shots hit her cover as she tried to peak out behind the corner. Doing so once again from the opposite side she caught a shimmer of a scope before pulling her head back just in time for a shot to hit the ground. "They are at Ten o-clock, down a slight opening in the trees before being stationed under a bush; they're about a hundred yards off as well." She gritted her teeth she then grunted out in annoyance. "Maybe M is compromised. But, I think he might have given you a warning shot at your feet. You could have been pegged right then!"

[Assistant]
"True enough!" He popped out of cover and delivered a few shots in the direction Lilith had mentioned, the sweat forming on his hands making his gun slick and grimy. Yerbol waited a few moments after his delivery, watching bullets careen in the grass just beyond his location. Was Lilith right? Was the sniper just trying to scare them into submission? Or was he just playing with them, teasing them out for a killshot?
"Cover me! Going to move forward!" The operative took a deep breath, exhaling as he sprinted towards the next bench, his footing unsteady from the wet surface beneath. He crouched down, the glint of the scope now visible. He came out of cover just as he heard a crack thunder through the gardens. A few moments later, a thud, then silence. Standing up, he could hear footsteps from behind him, the operative wheeling around to find a rather slightly built Asian male with his hands up, one of those hands occupied with what Yerbol instantly recognized as a M24 anti material rifle, capable of taking down a heavily armored assailant with one shot.
"Hey, I'm on your side, bud. Put the gun down."
"Who are you?"
"I sent you the text. Duh." The Asian placed his hands down, his face breaking into a mischievous smile.
"Lilith? That you? Awesome to see you in one piece. Didn't think you made it back from the last time you came here." He laughed, slinging the rifle on his back.
"I'm your contact here if that isn't obvious. Come on. Need to get out of here before the cops show up."
"Couldn't you have avoided them showing up without firing that gigantic rifle of yours?"
"You wouldn't be alive."
"A fair point."

The unnamed operative led them through grassy trails and thickets of trees off the beaten path before finding themselves as the pictured abandoned tram. He led the operatives inside, which revealed a steel colored interior with computers running at high speed, monitors mounted on both walls that were streaming all sorts of video feed. There was a cot in the center of the room along with a few bags of Doritos.
"Command told me you guys needed tips on how to find the White Queen."
"White Queen?"
"Ling. That's what they're calling her in the underworld, anyway." The man who Yerbol assumed was "M" pointed at a video feed that was continually looping footage of Ling in sunglasses talking with a taller white man.
"This guy right here. Big problem. Executive assistant to the U.S. ambassador."
"What were they discussing?"
"Don't know. That's what you need to find out."

[User]
Lilith heard Yerbol yell that he was going out, and thought for a moment how it could go wrong. But, he was already going to go so she brought herself up and fired two rounds as cover in the direction she saw the scope. "I always hate being on the wrong end of a sniper…" she muttered under her breath as Yerbol made his way to the next piece of cover. "Especially one where they shouldn't even be around." Sighing once she then heard the crack of thunder herself then the silence before the only thing left to hear was the rain outside. When Yerbol turned to his man, Lilith was already up herself with her sidearm raised and prepped. As the man they could only assume as M spoke she kept it raised several seconds after Yerbol might have lowered his own. "I would say it's nice, but someone else other than use three knew about the meeting so I think nice isn't very apt." She commented with a roll of her eyes. "As for last time, it was simply part of the plan. I got the man in the end, M." Lilith was unhappy to say the least. Being fired upon and having M have to help them out made her feel like she made a mistake.

Following M she didn't speak as they walked as she was on full alert for any other possible 'friends'. She watched for anyone before she entered the abandon train car and immediately saying. "Real nice place you have here M. You must be a hit with the ladies." As M began talking to Yerbol her ears perked at the mention of Lings alias in the underworld. "She thinks so highly of herself to allow that name to continue passing…" It was then the U.S. ambassador was pointed out. "Oh nice, I enjoy interrogating my own nation's men." She leaned back against any free space in the wall and then put a hand to her chin. "Can't have officials pick the man up else Ling will know we talked to him. So we are going to have to do it off the books and under the radar. If command reaches out to us about it we will tell them obviously, but hopefully we won't have to."