[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Brazil

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, Portuguese
Lures: Adrenaline rush, beautiful women
Temperament: Choleric

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: Power and fulfillment
Secrets: Spontaneous fainting spells

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Does what he thinks is best for himself, regardless of the consequences
Perception: The glass is as full as he chooses to fill it

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Agnostic
Virtues: Diligence
Vices: Greed, Pride, Lust

Supernatural Characteristics (LOCKED)
Abilities: Flight; influence over human/animal behavior; physical durability; longevity

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Can be somewhat volatile
Humor: Sarcastic
Reputation: Known to cause trouble

Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'
Weight: 170lbs
Species: Fallen angel
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Green
Scars: He has some in various places from fighting (hands, arms, torso, ect.)

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Spontaneous fainting spells with no known cause

[User]
Receiving Roman's text, Abigail hummed before smiling at an idea she had. She quickly finished putting some books she had in her arms on a bookshelf before she called Jordan to add more things to the list. She was determined to make a really delicious dinner for this date.

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October 3, 2015
New York, NY - Abigail's apartment
5:51pm

Abigail had just finished getting ready, having her dress and new shoes on while she finished cooking the dinner, which was a dish called chicken in creamy white wine sauce. It was better than it sounded, especially with the aroma of the vegetables and chicken simmering together. Jordan had left an hour ago, after having helped Abigail get herself ready and did her hair. Her hair wasn't too fancy, just brushed and fluffed, while having a hair ornament holding up a bit of her hair from the side so it would look more sophisticated.

While she was finishing up adding the rest of the ingredients of the dish, Abigail began to feel slightly nervous. It was already getting close to the date, and she had just realized what she was actually doing now. She was letting a guy she just met into her house, for dinner! Why was she moving things so fast???

Abigail didn't exactly know why, but she knew that strangely enough, she felt relaxed with Roman around. As bizarre as that sounded, given that he picked a fight with two men right after first talking to Abigail, and then beat up the thieves who tried to mug her. And how crazy he drove his motorcycle.

Thinking back on that memory, Abigail began to blush as she remembered how she held onto him, resting her head against his back. It felt... really nice. Abigail blushed profusely as she snapped herself out of that thought, turning off the stove burner and covered up the pan with a lid, getting the plates, cups and silverware and began to set up the table. She mentally scolded herself for thinking that way about a guy she just met, but deep down, she couldn't help be feel slightly warm and fuzzy with that memory.

Quickly enough, she suddenly heard knocking at the door, which pulled her out of her thoughts and caused her to look at the clock on the wall. It was already near 6 o'clock, so it must've been Roman. Setting down the last of the silverware, Abigail quickly walked to the door, opening it up to see Roman holding a bouquet of flowers, but not after noticing how nice he looked in his clothes. Blushing a bit, Abigail broke into a bright smile.

"Hi Roman! Wow, you look nice!" She exclaimed happily, before moving to the side to let him in. "Come in, I just finished cooking dinner." She said, and once he entered, looked at the bouquet of flowers again. "And you brought flowers too? You're so sweet!"

[Assistant]
Roman's first thought when Abigail answered the door was: Damn. His dark eyes swept over her form. He hadn't expected her to dress up too since they were going to be having dinner at her own apartment, but here she was, standing in front of him in a smoking hot outfit. He licked his lips. She looked incredible. He was definitely glad he had decided to pursue a second date with her now. He just hoped the payoff wouldn't take too much longer.

"Me?" he pressed a hand to his chest in exaggerated surprise when she complimented him. "I'm just glad I put on something kind of decent. You look gorgeous, Abby." He stepped inside once she had invited him in, taking a moment to look around.

It was easy to tell that the apartment belonged to a woman. The place was much cleaner than his bachelor pad, and it smelled a lot better too—although that was partly due to the scent of delicious-smelling food that came from the kitchen. There was also a table that was already adorned with plates and silverware for dinner. He could tell that she had spent quite a bit of time preparing for their date.

"It's the least I could do, since you offered to make me dinner," Roman smiled when she mentioned the flowers he had brought over. "I figured if you provide the food, I should bring the ambience, you know?" He shrugged. "If you have a vase, I'll put these on the table."

P.S: Don't tell Abigail Astor. The words from the note flitted unexpectedly through his mind, and his smile faltered. It was such a specific demand. He wondered why the mystery person didn't want Abby to know about the meeting. She didn't look like anything special, aside from her inexplicable beauty. It didn't make sense why someone would want him to keep something like that from her.

He toyed with the idea of telling her just to spite his stalker, but something made him hold his tongue. Perhaps it was his instinct for self-preservation—he didn't know who this person was or what they wanted with him, after all—but he couldn't bring himself to disregard the note so easily.

It's not like it matters, anyway, he reminded himself. I already decided I'm not going.

"So, what's for dinner?" Roman asked, putting aside his thoughts about the note. "It smells great."

[User]
Abigail blushed and giggled lightly as she received Roman's compliment. "Thank you, I really like this dress." She said timidly, smiling at him as she led him inside. "I'll get the vase, you can go sit down!" She offered, hurrying over to the cupboards in search of a vase. She eventually found one on the top shelf, reaching up on her tippy toes to get it, before she filled the vase with some water and placed it in the middle of the table for Roman to set it up.

At the mention of the aroma, Abigail smiled, walking over to the stove and removed the lid from the pan.

"It's a dish called Chicken in Creamy White Wine Sauce." She explained, taking a fabric square trivet and the pan over after she put on an oven mitt, going back to the table and placed the trivet down in the space next to the vase, placing the pan on it afterwards. "It's basically chicken and vegetables. If you want some rice, I have some ready in my rice cooker." She offered, taking his plate and started serving him some food.

"Oh, I also have drinks! Do you want water, soda? I also have juice if you want that." Abigail added, giggling shyly. "Sorry, I think I'm a little overexcited. Maybe a little nervous?" She admitted, giving back his plate after she served his food, getting her plate to do the same for her. She soon sighed. "To be completely honest with you, these two dates are sorta... my first dates?" Abigail gave Roman a nervous smile, placing the pan back in its spot.

"I went to an all-girl's boarding school, and at times I would be homeschooled by my parents when they have to Ben relocated for some time, so there wasn't time for dating." Abigail explained, before giving him another smile. "But you don't want to hear about that. How about I get you that drink?"

[Assistant]
Roman untied the bouquet for flowers and placed them in the vase Abigail had set on the table. Taking her suggestion, he sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back as he watched her finish setting up for dinner. It had been quite a while since the last time he had been to a woman's apartment, let alone served a home cooked meal. Even though it was just one step along the way to his end goal, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the unusual date so far.

"It all sounds great to me," he said after listening to her description of the food she had made for them. "Besides, anything is better than Chinese takeout, which is about all I've had recently. I'm starting to feel convinced it's the national food of the American bachelor."

He had to hide his surprise when Abigail listed the drinks she had to offer. No alcohol? his upper lip twitched subtly as he forced himself not to show his disappointment. Looks like I'm gonna have to get through this date sober. He was just about to answer her question, when she went on to say something else that sent his mind reeling.

She's never been on a date before... ever? Roman blinked in surprise. The girl wasn't just innocent; she was completely new to the dating scene. He groaned inwardly. This is just my luck. The hottest girl I've met all year is also the most naïve. It was beginning to sound like he was going to have to put in a lot more work than he was expecting for this one.

"Water is fine for me," he finally answered her with a polite smile. "As for our two dates being your only ones, I'm honored you're giving me a chance. I hope I've been able to keep up with whatever expectations you've had for going out with a guy so far." He rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin in his hand. "Well, I don't know much about you other than the fact that you're a total knockout in the looks department." He winked at her flirtatiously. "Tell me more about yourself, Abby. Your school, your parents, I want to know it all."

[User]
"Wow, really? You only eat Chinese food?" Abigail asked in surprise, pouting a little at the thought of having the same greasy food all the time. "Do you ever get tired of that? I mean, Chinese food is delicious, but I think I'd get bored of eating that if I ate it all the time..."

Walking over to her fridge, Abigail hugged her hair away as she grabbed the pitcher filled with cold water, placing it on the table before going to get two cups. Listening to Roman, she blushed slightly and giggled a bit. "You're really charming, I can tell you that much. You're also unpredictable, and strangely enough I like that about you." She replied, coming back with the glasses. She started pouring water into both cups, before looking at Roman as he asked to talk more about herself. Shyly, Abigail let out a small laugh.

"Well, I guess for starters, my parents are both travelers, but my mom is American with Mexican descent and my dad is from England. I was actually born in Japan, when my mom and dad were living there for about a year or so. So because of that, I know English, Spanish, and I'm starting to learn Japanese." Abigail explained, finally sitting down at her seat.

"Anyway, I hope the food is good. I usually just cook for myself most of the time." She said timidly, starting to use her fork to poke around her food, taking the first bite. "I already told you about school, sorta. All girl's boarding school, and some homeschooling, because of my parents and their careers. They're both business people, or something like that. I think my mom is in marketing? I don't remember." Abigail took a moment to eat some more of her food, looking at Roman curiously. "What do you think? Is the food any good?"

[Assistant]
"That's good to know," Roman chuckled when Abigail said she liked how unpredictable he was. "I'll do my best to keep you on your toes." He shot her a coy wink and then dug into the food she had prepared. Bringing a forkful to his mouth, he chewed slowly as she went on to give him a brief explanation of her parents' work and her life traveling abroad. He found it interesting that she had been born in Japan and moved to her family's home country later on, and he wondered offhandedly if she had dual citizenship in both nations. Not being familiar with the laws in Japan, he was curious how that worked.

When she asked him his option of the dinner she had cooked, he nodded enthusiastically. "It's great. I haven't had chicken this good in a long time. You're quite the talented chef, Abby." As if to prove his point, he popped another bite of food into his mouth. He chased it with the water she had brought and then leaned back in his chair to meet her gaze across the table as he contemplated what to share with her about himself. It wasn't that he was a particularly reserved person, but he wanted to choose information that would keep her interested so she would want to go on a third date with him.

"You know, it's funny that you mention you were born in another country," he said after a moment's pause. "I'm actually from Brazil, myself, although you might not be able to tell. I've been told I don't have much of an accent anymore." He smiled proudly, recalling how he had worked hard to master English when he had been younger so American businessmen would take him seriously. Being fluent in the language had come in handy as he rose through the ranks of P.H. Co.

He went on, "I came to this country on a work visa when I was twenty, and applied for my EB-1A after three years of being employed at Precision Horizons—they manufacture and sell security tech to businesses in New York. The EB-1A, if you don't already know, is a green card for immigrants with 'extraordinary abilities.' Basically, it just means I excelled at my field enough to be allowed to stay in the country." He shrugged casually. "As long as I keep working in marketing and sales, I can't be deported, and I'll be able to make a living for myself in America. It's a pretty sweet deal."

Roman leaned forward again to take another bite of chicken before going on to ask, "So, how did you end up in the Big Apple if your family travels so much?"


[System]
Nicknames/Titles: The Magnificent, the King at the end of the Rainbow, the Vibrant Terror

Appearance: skullspiration.com/wp-content/uploads.. Note: His Colors and designs change and are in constant flux

Personality: Mortainius is...a bit eccentric to say the least. He is quite egomaniacal, with a passion for fashion and theatrics, but often too blinded by his own hubris to notice even the most glaring issues in his schemes, often times not thinking his plans through and going on instinct rather than knowledge. He has illusions of grandeur, but if it weren't for the colorful array of powers he possesses, he would be immediantly laughed offstage by any self-respecting individual regardless of morality. While he is undeniably deranged, he is prone to spouts of petty anger and isn't above doing petty things to others who have scorned him, even if it would be more advantagous not to do so. In otherwords, it wouldn't be inaccurate to picture him as a psychopathic man-child. He claims to be the epitomy of evil, even though he has a shockingly low tolerance to personal attacks.

Abilities:

Special Physiology: Mortanius is a skull infused with chaos magic, as such he has all the same immunites that an undead creature would have, i.e. not having the need to eat, breathe, or sleep, and granting him various immunities to poisons, nerve attacks, enviremental conditions, etc. However, due to his ties to unpredictable forces, his skull is highly protected by a plethora of magical barriers that can deflect most mundane attacks and has limited regenerative abilities, able to resurrect from ash, making it very difficult to permenatly kill him. Due to a combination of this and his offbeat nature, he is practically immune to all but the most powerful of psychic energies and is highly protected from other sources of chaos magic such as the Warp. The only known magic capable of breaking through his Chaos protection is an equal amount of Law/Order magic, chaos's complete antithesis.

Body Integration: Mortanius is little more than a floating halloween decoration without a proper body to manipulate. As such, Mortanius always requires suome form of strucure he can take control of. Mortainus thus can integrate with any non-living organic or inorganic material, such as dead bodies or machines, to use as a makeshift "body". Though it doesn't neccasarily have to be humanoid, in order to use his preferred magic item, the Rainbow Rod, he needs to possess some sort of appendage that acts simarilly to an arm.

Equipment:

Rainbow Rod: The Rainbow Rod is a powerful and near industructable artifact overflowing with chaos magic created by Mortanius himself. The rod contains seven powerful diffrent rays, based on the seven colors of the rainbow, each carrying with it a particular set of powers. However, despite the immense power this rod contains, the effects are never exact. Whenever Mortanius uses the rod, due to the unstable energy, the power of the rays could work in unpredictable ways, not work at all, or even backfire. While the powers of the Rainbow Rod can be used for mundane purposes such as conjuring minor non-living items such as clothes and knick-knacks, trying to use it on any bigger scale is always a gamble. Listed below is what each of the rays do and what happens when there is a "mishap'.

Red: Creates a ray of pure heat. Can melt through most metals and alloys with ease. Mishap: Can litterly explode in face (never damages the Rod).

Orange: Bestows super strength to one or more individuals. Can make even a normal human capable of punching through dreadnought armor. Mishap: Can make those affected go berserk or raise anger levels.

Yellow: Produces massive amounts of electricity. Mishap: Acts as an EMP, cannot use the Rainbow Rod again for a small duration.

Green: Can regenerate organic material and causes plants to bloom. Can also be used to conjure either a small forest or giant vines to attack Mortanius's enemies Mishap: Disentagrates flesh and causes plants to die. Does not affect non-organic material

Light Blue: Can create a minuature Category-5 Hurricane to decimate the battlefeild. Mishap: Dispells Oxygen in a large radius.

Dark Blue (Indigo): Saps target strength and vitality. Cannot Kill in and of itself. Mishap: Saps user's strength and Vitality. Temperarily puts Mortanius to sleep.

Purple: Transforms any none magical resistant non-organic material into another, such as turning lead into gold. Mishap: The user (if non-organic) is transformed. Otherwise, it has no effect.

White: White is made by using all the other Rays at once. Rarely does Mortainus ever use this, and only in the most dire of circumstances. The combination of energy is higly volatile, even more than usual. When used, the Rainbow Rod can't be used again for a number of days. Mishap: Can destroy the user and everything around them. Can potentionally kill Mortanius.

Allegiance: None...yet. (Secretly wants to prove himself to the Alliance of Conquerors)

Edit: His Theme Song is Bonetrousle

 @Mention Quote

[User]
It appeared the fools had not learned their lesson just let. Imperiously, Viral stared out over the small army of tanks and soldiers that made their charge towards the city limits. He had no time to deal with fools who would throw their lives away for their goal. He grinned, as the mech took on a stance. His voice rang out, magnified, to meet the army as they entered into cannon range. "To those of you who value their lives over their loyalties, all who join me will be allowed to live. Join the Beastman Empire, and know that when the age of man eclipses, you will be on the winning team. Or cling to your failing armies, and die with the rest." He took a moment to see whether his speech had any impact, before a number of tank shells slammed into his suit's armour. They could barely scratch the paint individually, but if a large mass of them hit him at once, that might cause damage. And repairs were hard to get by in this place. Looked like he'd have to end this quickly. Perhaps these fools would form an example for the many fools to come.

Crackling energy gathered in a bright red orb, hovering within the crescent blade on Enki's helmet. Bright red light illuminated his surroundings, as any energy measurement devices would explode with the sudden spike. An immensely powerful concentration of energy had formed there, the preparation for his most powerful attack "This is you final warning. All who fail to turn will be vaporised along with your feeble war machines." In but a moment the laser would be charged, and he would wipe out the entire armoured brigade in a single devastating blow. All would turn to dust before the might of his Gunman.

Unfortunately for the two demons, their acts had not been noticed. And the rest of the Viral Army was glad to take care of the additional targets. As they sat atop this building, a portal opened near them, as a creature with the lower body of a snake and four arms spilled forth. Arcane energies flowed through the lower pair of hands, which were human in appearance. The top pair wielded a pair of scimitars, scales covering the hands and the fingers tipped with wicked claws. The yuan-ti hissed, as a crew of mercenary warriors in platemail wielding energy swords spilled from the portal's entrance, shouting an arabic-sounding battlecry as they moved into battle formation. One of them lifted up a longbow, firing an explosive arrow that barely missed it's mark, lighting up another roof as the others closed into melee.

The Yuan-Ti who had brought them here meanwhile hung back, ancient spells spilling from it's lips in a tongue dead to mortal races. It wove a song of binding, a powerful magic that called forth long tendrils from portals in the air to bind it's foes. They reached out, scaly limbs shooting forward and attempting to wrap around the pair of demons. Should they be bound, the mercenaries would make swift work of them.

[Assistant]
"Perhaps it was too much to hope for." Firebrand said as he watched the machine charge up its attack. He would have to miss the finishing blow, however. A hole opened up in space and his enemies slithered out out. Loyalists had appeared. He supposed it had to happen sometime.

If the exploding arrow and the advancing men didn't make their decision for them the probing tendrils certainly did. The demons shared a look, turned, and threw themselves off the roof. The red arremer took flight as the tendrils shot after him, waving nimbly through the air as they shot after him. He dived and rolled and took neckbreak turns, managing to keep barely one step ahead of them but leaving him no time to counterattack.

Firebrand wished he was still small enough to fly like that. He was too big and too old, and the weight of his armor pressed down gravely on his skin. He would never be able to evade like that, not now. So where the younger demon had gone up, he gripped the wall and swung himself down. There would have been a shattering crash had the windows not been lost long ago, and Firebrand was inside the building.

Once upon a time this floor had been an office farm. The toppled remains a cubical walls lay scattered on the floor, barren desks and overturned chairs being the only remnant of what this place had been used for. Someone had come in and looted all the computers, but after that this place had been left almost alone. Someone would surly be living here if the elevators in this building still worked. Firebrand wasn't looking for any of that through. What he was looking for, thankfully, obvious even as he rolled into the room and broke into a run. They stuck out like trees in a field.

Behind him the tendrils snaked their way inside and shot after him. He thought about the fire in his gut, breathed in, and compressed it. He felt it grow hotter, more combustible, and as he ran and spit it at the farthest of the white columns that dominated this corporate landscape. The flame, his brilliant blue Buster, shot like an arrow across the room and slammed into his target with explosive force. The column was obliterated, what wasn't blown to bits reduced to molten slag. He fired again and another column met its end. He looked around the room and fired again, again, again, never stopping even for a moment as his shots flew true. He could feel the tendrils at his back aching for him, gaining ground, felt their touch on the back of his wings. Without breaking stride he adjusted his course, ducked underneath one of the derelict desks, heaved upward, and heard a satisfying crunch as the tendril threw the obstacle off to continue their pursuit. That had at least bought him time.

Cracks where already beginning to form in the roof as he took out the last of the structural supports. He dove, twisted in the air, and fired three or four more busters into the roof for good measure. He saw back into the room he'd sprinted across, saw the tendrils still reaching for him, then gave his wings a mighty beat. This time there was a satisfying shattering crash as he burst through the opposite side window and back into the sun.

He rose up over the side of the building behind the enemy, raining busters down on them as the roof destabilized.

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Mortainius heard what the voice said and saw the mech's head glowing red and knew that it wasn't good. After all, glowy red stuff was always bad! While Mortainius did not fear giant lasers, he did not want his army to be vaporized. It then occurred to Mortainius that he may not be able to stop the firing process, but he COULD change it's direction. Mortainius attempts to fire a purple ray at the mech's feet, turning parts of it into non-conductive concrete, which would destabilize its footing causing it to slip, forcing the beam to fire in a different direction, or at the very least delay it. Unfortunately, fortune was not in Mortainius's favor, as the ray backfired and turned HIS body into concrete!

Fortunately, Mortainius could still aim his staff at the mech, though the fact that it backfired meant he could probably only get one more shot off before the mech's laser was finished charging. He would still stick to the plan of destabilizing the feet, but this time he would attempt to manifest the yellow ray. "Rainbow Rod!" He shouted. "Now is NOT the time to backfire!" And it backfired. The Rod released a powerful EMP that would disable all electronics nearby. This would include the Mech assuming it was affected by such things, but unfortunately it would also affect him and the rest of his army, leaving them little more than sitting ducks just waiting to be vaporized. And on top of that, the Rainbow Rod would be disabled for about a minute or two meaning he won't be able to defend himself.

"Welp." Proclaimed Mortainius. "This is gonna suck!"


[System]
Age: 16

Abilities: Necromancy-Jack can summon dead humans and animals when he feels like it. He often conversates and enjoys the companies of the corpses.

Appearance:

Bio: Jack was part of a large extended family. He had been adopted after he was found untouched after a house fire. Later in life, when he had wished to see his old mother to the extreme, she had appeared in front of him. But she was not the same. She was shriveled up, and burnt, like an overcooked chicken. He fled his new home and lived on the road from that day forward.

[User]
Lin shifted as the black misty form walked? glided? glidewalked toward her. The figure shifted over into what looked like a large crow. It eyed her and spoke an apology. Considering that Lin thought the being was going to somehow either lecture her on manners or possess her, she decided to play along and hope that that wasn't its plan all along.

Nodding slowly, she replied, "It's true that I did mention that finding out about your...kind has shocked me. Do you guys come from, like, another whole planet, or does Hell exist or something? What's this Void business?" She played with a lock of her tangled blonde curls, trying not to look like she was frozen with the total terror she was feeling.

[Assistant] Jack laughed. "And it's all about getting along, being in harmony with one's self, and singing kumbaya around a campfire." He then looked at who seemed to be the counselors. "I think the...energetic girl is one. And possibly that guy?" He said, pointing to Kyle and Ivy. "Anyways, I think that camp will be okay. As long as most of the people leave me alone." He smiled a charming grin at Val. "You're cool though."

[User] Neric would tilt his head a bit from her words, she must have completely ignored him back there. Huffing softly as he shakes his head, fluffing his feathers as he speaks. "I guess you did ignore my words back there, which gives me the feeling you watch too much sci-fi stuff. As I said before... I have no idea what you are talking about. I have no idea what kind of Void you met and have no idea how you even know about us, but please do refrain from that kind of lecturing." The little creature spoke as it watched her, she knows about Void? How much now, he was curious. If she knew about them, maybe she is one which doesn't make him feel good. He and james already have Granger on their tail, they don't need another one. "But really tell me, how do you know about my kind? I'm curious to what you know..."

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter

Val smiles back, "Thanks you seem cool too." She stands up and stretches. "I think I've been in here too long, the noise is starting to get to me." She laughs and looks around, stopping her gaze at the two campers Jack mentioned earlier. Mostly to the girl with red hair. She shook her head and began to wonder how people can even have that much energy, it tired Val out just thinking about it. The boy on the other hand, seemed cool and collected but also lingered close to the girl. Are they dating? They seem like total opposites.  She thought to herself. Val then realized that she was basically glaring at the two and turned her head away hoping they wouldn't notice and looked back at Jack instead, "I'm gonna step outside for a bit, I need some fresh air."

[User] James did find her empty hand, and Cecilia looked fairly surprised for a second before turning her own hand around to hold his, her thumb lightly kneading the top of his fingers and even the area further down the back. She hoped that between her hand and her warmhearted expression, he would be less inclined to dwell on how flustered she also was. There was little to no doubt she enjoyed this, although James is looking to be the only person that can steal the spotlight away from breakfast for her and if this continues, she may forget that she still had a few more bites left. "Me too..." she spoke softly, immediately thinking she should have breathed in before speaking, so she could have sounded more composed.

[Assistant] He would smile softly, looking at their hands before back at his meal. He wasn't a left handed person, as she can see he is having a bit of trouble with getting anything on the fork he was using. But it looked like he didn't mind one bit, his smile still going as he looked at the food. Looking to Cecilia out of the corner of his eye as he finally gets a bite on his fork. Speaking softly. "Still soft and smooth from last night..." His cheeks slightly red as he takes the bite, closing his eyes and sighing. Enjoying the moment of good food and someone close to him sitting with him for breakfast.

[User] "Th-Thanks..." Cecilia's voice stammered as she imagined the embarrassing face she might have been making. She too resumed eating, having an easier time of it than him while still a little self conscious of how she was eating, careful to do so as competently and as nonchalantly as possible, though with only marginal success. Her smile widened a tad when she thought of perhaps helping James with his food by feeding him herself. But she had the feeling that doing so might be going too far, especially since he didn't seem to mind as far as she could see. "You know... In all that time I spent moving from place to place, I couldn't even keep in touch with any friends I did make... and eventually I couldn't get that close with anyone... And now here I am," she spoke softly before chuckling lightly as she slightly lifted his hand in hers. "And I have you to thank for that, James." She wanted to keep the mood light, yet she was sincere in what she said.

[Assistant] James would put down his fork, smiling softly as he listened to Cecilia. Though he wondered if they would be able to keep in touch once camp was over, if they would hear from eachother again. But that's a long way down the road, still a lot of time before he should really worry about that. Looking at her as he smiles softly. "Well I feel special, that I got to be able to get close." Looking at their hands, it felt nice to him. Rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand before looking to her again. He's done with eating it would seem, just enjoying the moment with her. "But I hope we can keep in touch after the camp gets over..."

[User]
Lin shook her head. "No, I was asking you, hon. I'm a babe in the woods as far as your...species?...is concerned. I only heard your...master?....mention what you are a few minutes ago. To humans, "void" typically sounds really dark, ominous and, well, evil. I was just hoping to ascertain how much you and/or your kind fit...into those three categories." She was picking her words very carefully here, still managing to keep one eye trained on Kyle. It was a bit odd that he hadn't replied to her little tirade, but maybe he was treating it as water under the bridge. Lin suppressed a chuckle at the unintended humor, not wanting Neric to think HE was the one amusing her.

"But yeah," she continued, looking at Neric's avian eye region, "You're the first non-human sentient species I've ever met. I'd like to hear more about you all sometime."

[Assistant] Cecilia had just about finished her food by this point, appearing to pause with the last bite in her mouth when she heard the last words James said. She swallowed, her eyes turning down to her empty plate. "I'd like that very much..." she agreed, her voice not very ardent at all, yet quite earnest. Her hand squeezed his deftly, a subtle reassurance while she looked up at him and smiled again, her head tilting playfully. "But until then, let's enjoy our time at camp as much as we can, okay?" she said, livelier this time. "Look, the day just started, and Neric's already making friends." She smirked as she turned her head to Neric conversing with the new girl. "I wonder where he gets it from," she chuckled airily, content to spend the rest of the meal time like this with James.

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"Oh I see, just a misunderstanding then. Well to be honest my kind aren't the nicest lot true enough, but I try not to be like what my kind is. Well... let me think on those topics, there is no way as far as I know about possession or such. Unless I never seen it..." Him humming a bit as he hops around, the raven breaking down into a cloud before retaking the form of the cat. Walking on all fours before sitting back down again. Besides only being pure black all over with red eyes, he looked almost exactly like the animal. "I'm curious what the unknown is like to be honest... but then the last one was about James. He isn't my master and I'm not his, he's my human. And no I don't wanna call him what my kind call their humans, I feel it vulguer and disrespectful. But you're still learning so I understand, hopefully we are on better terms and such. If you're busy I don't wanna intrude, just wanted to talk this over instead of just have it as it happened and left at that."

James chuckles and watches Neric speaking with the girl, smiling softly as he squeezes Cecilia's hand back. Thinking on her words as he looks back at her. "No idea, though he has been around longer then you and me will ever be it seems. So maybe he developed some people skills through his experience? But doesn't have to be just him, wanna go and meet her as well? I think I heard her say her name was Lin." He would offer, not wanting to be the only person she hung out with. A camp full of people to get to know and develop friendships with, besides if she spent too much time with him she may get sick of spending time with him. He's new to this all, hoping he doesn't mess up or anything.

[Assistant] "Oh? Well i-if you think so. I'd hate to interrupt… but maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hello at least," Cecilia granted, slowly pulling her hand away from James' and to her other hand in front of her, then immediately thinking of something, speaking her next words delicately while maintaining a cheerful smile, her right hand coming over her blushing cheek. "But... maybe I should um… calm down… first…" her voice lowered to a near hush and she looked away. "I'd like to make a good impression, so I think I'll freshen up a little. You can go ahead though. I can even take your tray if you're done eating. I don't mind," she cordially offered, standing from her seat. She was willing to take their plates to the kitchen, intending to take a few minutes for herself afterward, but if he refused, she'd be fine with it. "I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay?" she said, smiling widely.

[User] "Oh? Alright, well take your time. But don't take too long ok? I mean yesterday was really fun when you were around..." Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, did he make a mistake with saying what he said or something? Hopefully not, getting up with her as he looks over at Neric and the girl. Biting his lip a bit, hopefully he didn't make it look like he was that eager to see the girl. But he would give Cecilia a smile, taking her hand and squeezing it gently but caringly before letting it go and walking towards Neric and the girl. Looking back at her for a short while before looking forward. Sighing softly.

[Assistant] Lin shrugged, trying not to be startled as the...thing shifted from a raven into a cat. "It's fine! I just got here, so I'm not really busy. What kinds of things have you guys done around camp? I heard through the grapevine that this place is relatively new."

[User] Jack looked at Ivy, then back to Val. "Mind if I come? Fresh air does good for the soul, right?" He muttered his next sentence. "If I have one." As he looked at Val, he began to stroke his chin. Val didn't seem to have any powers that were prominent. "Hey, what is your strange gift that sets you apart from the rest of the world? If you don't mind me asking.

[Assistant] Cecilia gathered both their trays, placing all their dishes on one of the receptacles with the other tray underneath. "Sure thing," she gladly nodded when she looked up at James. She was happy that James wasn't pushing her into a potentially embarrassing situation right away. But at the same time, she wondered if part of him thought she was making a flimsy excuse to back out or even not to be around him. She hoped that wasn't the case, the latter reason not being the case at all, but she wouldn't be able to shake the feeling until she meets up with him again. After dropping off their dishes at the kitchen at an adjacent room, Cecilia searched for the lavatory, reaching into her simple, small handbag and picked out a plastic bag containing her toothbrush and toothpaste once she found said room, opening and closing the door behind her.

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Val picked up her bag and wore it on her back, she has yet to find her room and activities were about to start. When Jack mentioned if she minded company she didn't mind, having a friendly face around doesn't hurt. "Sure, I have to drop my bag off to my room real quick though." As they walked out of the cafeteria Jack inquired to her about her powers and for a second she hesitated. It was the power that made people call her the devil. She figured that at a summer camp with other powered teens, it would be inevitable to show it. But Jack was her first friend in her life, it would be wrong to keep secrets right at the beginning. Still, she didn't want to scare him off. She decided it was best to not expose her scarred palms just yet.
"Of course... it's a little... scary though so don't get too freaked out." She smiles at Jack and stopped outside the cafeteria. She extends an index finger flat in front of her. A ring on her other hand popped out a tiny blade which she uses to prick her finger, making a small cut. Blood starts to slowly surface out of the cut and starts forming a circle. Then it starts to rise, within seconds it forms into a shape of a diamond and crystallizes. It floats in the space above her finger for just a few seconds before it liquefies and falls onto the grass patch below, burning it causing the ground to smoke.
Val then looks to Jack, hoping to not have freaked him out.

[Assistant] Jack looked down at his hands. "I don't mind waiting." When she performed the trick, he stared at the blood, and the smoking grass. "That. Was. Sick! So, you can, like, kill someone with that? And is there a way you did that? How did you get your powers?" He said it all so fast, he was doubled over, gasping for breath. With a snap of his fingers, a skeletal man who looked like a fitness trainer handed him a fresh water bottle. "Sorry about that." He took a tentative sip, then a gulp.


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Nickname: Mr.Svent, Cassius of Lumya, Cassius the Wise, Xanat.
Race: Half - Lumyian, Bat Demi human.
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:  Has brown silky hair, Hazel green eyes, pale skin.

Proportionality:
Weight: Roughly 200lbs.
Height:5'11 to 6ft.
Frame: Androgynous
Shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
Thigh 10-12in
Butt-cheek 8x10in
Wrist to tip of Middle Finger 7 1/2 inches.
Pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

Upper Arm (Width)3 inches
Lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
Wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
Elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

Heel to Knee 15 inches.
Knee to Thigh 16 inches.

Height 5'11 to 6ft.
6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.
7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)

Crotch to Waist (curves) 9 inches.
Waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
Waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
Chest to neck 9 inches
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Personality:- A Calculating person by nature, independent, thoughtful. But most importantly caring despite his cynicism, and skeptical nature when it comes to relaying facts. Has a hard time even accepting his visions.
Job: He is seen as a Bounty Hunter to many, but he is with Research and development of Lindblum, currently working with Tantalus to help make sure an operation goes through with flying colors.

Fighting Style: Cassius fights with Aiki Jujitsu. Additionally, he weaves magic together as someone who uses Elemancy for explosive punches or strikes, or self sustaining effects such as elemental armor. Uses his Magically generated wings to block, as well as swat enemies away, or to do a powerful charging dash.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: A Beast Cutter (A powerful cleaver that can extend out to function as a heavy whip, blade is serrated.)
Gadgets: Phoenix Ashes, Marbles, Stone Pebbles, Bandage Wrap, Syringes. Throwing Knives. Grappling hooks. Some form of gun for a finishing blow/ or to stagger someone mid attack. (Usually not very powerful, but strong enough to leave an impression.)

Armors/Outfits Cassius wears an assortment of armors to make up for his lack of early skill. But normally they are black, gray, Blue, and white in terms of fabrics.
Weight Class: Medium.

Familiar: Camazotz, deadly god of Bats.
Familiar Appearance:

Familiar Abilities: Camazotz has heightened hearing, flight, and can deploy a projection of a deadly swarm of bats to deal damage over time to a marked target.

Movement Type: Ground, creeps around most of the time before taking flight.

Familiar Size: Medium. Human Height.

Relic Weapons: Spear of Xilbalba.

Relic Armors: A Shining stone that gives passive health regeneration.
Trance: In Cassius' trance, he generates an armor of darkness around him that resembles a Gargoyle, as well as a massive Great Hammer, the Great hammer has four rotating Gargoyle heads that release multiple incense that can have supporting effects such as raising resistances and defenses, as well as health and mana regeneration at the cost of him sharing his with the party. He can additionally lower enemy defenses, resistances. As well as do powerful attacks with magic by having the heads generate elements or energy.

Pros- Hit's hard with kicks. Sneaky. Can take a few good hits. Can fly when wings are summoned with ease. Can do powerful charged strikes with his momentum.
Cons- Skeptical of his visions. Relies on outwitting rather than overpowering. Wings can be destroyed temporarily to reduce his mobility.
Racial Strengths- Light footed, Regenerates magic, can imbue magic into his strikes.
Racial Weaknesses- Not very skilled with weapons.

Background: Cassius was originally a child about to be enslaved by Grandanian Slavers, but was rescued by Hitori, the Slaver was turned into a Necklace that acts as a glamor that allows Cassius to act as a full Lumyian in society. It was never his want to be something he was not, but when immigrating to the Alexandrian continent, he was taken in by Alphonse, to pass as his child, he required Cassius to appear as a full blood so that his family would not be frowned upon. Cassius' rebellious nature made it hard to live as such, to which he was told to pick an identity. Hitori however always, only knew Cassius as himself, and was his only true friend and family through life. He also had a loyal Crocodile and Raven pet he had to give away, this Crocodile was known as Chauncey. The Raven was Noir.

With such complications, he took the name of "Xanat" as his domestic name when he wasn't wearing his gem, and used his birth name for when he chose to appear as the fullblood. But life was only more complicated, he hated that second name. The second name belonged to the gem... Yet he depended so much on something he hated so he could fit in. It didn't help he was to uphold an honor that was never his. As long as he wore that gem, he was honoring a slaver, not himself. He had to choose between self respect, and meeting expectations. As a teenager, he decided to leave home with his gem, seeking bounties.

Without skill, he consulted books, research, and alchemy. This helped him greatly for monster hunts, even to make a name of "Cassius the Wise". He wore armor and happened upon Treno where he tracked Ritsu for over a year. He had enough of not being able to find him with ease, or not being able to traverse as the fullblood, so he sought out Anubis. He caught up to Ritsu, to which his lovelife blossomed.Soon after he found himself engaged to him. In his married life, he wore the gem less. And stopped caring about hunting as often, but it was nice to have a home to himself with Ritsu. Eventually he returned to Lindlum with his title and took on additional work, as well as hunts. In the Guise of a Hunt, he aided in a heist to transport a concerned Princess to Lindblum.

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Hitori looked at Cassius incredulously for a moment before looking back at Ritsu. Hitori narrowed his eyes trying to scrutinize why Cassius would want a Soul Stealing Monkey in the first place and just kept drawing a blank, "Well....Your Choice I suppose." Hitori said trying to remain somewhat polite.

Ritsu just Rolled his eyes, "Well I certainly didn't expect your Childhood friend to be so...Mistrustful, Cassius." Ritsu could tell the Fox didn't like him and so far the feeling was somewhat mutual but he didn't really know Hitori so he was just Mostly indifferent towards him. "Is he Really coming with us?"

"I'll have you know I'm more than useful, you don't survive as long as I have by being careless." Hitori Bristled, his Glamour Momentarily Faltering before resuming the Proper Shape, He had to remember to remain calm, people are won over with Honey; not Vinegar.

"If you say so Old Man." Ritsu teased, seeing that the Kumiho was trying to remain calm, there was part of Ritsu that was a bit of an Instigator at times.

"Better than being a Child I suppose." Hitori quipped back, Ritsu's face flushed red with embarrassment. Hitori smirked at him Satisfied that he had at least flustered him.

Once they had arrived at the Airship Hitori Changed his Glamour from a Knight to a Girl who had gone to see the Play, just to be Careful. Ritsu Rolled his eyes at Hitori and turned to Baku, "We are really skating the edge with this one Boss Man, I've got a bad feeling about this."

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Wylde's role in the play was rather small extra here and there when they needed to fill in the numbers on stage. Which while it didn't really please her that she lacked fight scenes, also allowed her to roam about behind the scenes and observe on how the operations were going. What's more she made her own goal of keeping watch on the Queen and General Beatrix from afar. Since her all planned minor appearances on stage were over, she now only waited nearby, expecting the real fight to break out.

 As the propellers started moving, Wylde knew the time to leg it was near. Still she knew there was no way for them to be allowed free escape. With the general this close, and who knows what else waiting, they had to be quick and decisive about it. She slowly and gently pulled her rappier from it's sheath just a little, to make sure of it's condition. It was perfect, but she wasn't going to be using that weapon once the real fight breaks loose.

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Cassius groaned at the two bickering... It was enough to drive anyone on edge... He mentally reached for his Blunderbuss and shot Hitori in the teeth, though he knew even if he was being offensive or not, Hitori would survive and laugh it off... Just good grief... "Can both of you stop acting up? If you get caught they'll do worse to you than giving a lecture." Cassius expressed annoyance at the impertinence of Hitori... He calls one a child, then displays he still is one with the shill responses. "Good grief..."

"I'll say, it is like listening to a bloody married couple." Baku groaned as the others were starting to get ready for take off, yet he seemed tense, excited... Yet his eyes had a glint of fear. "Ritsu... I'm not your boss... Your... Partner is..." It was clear Baku wasn't quite used to the idea of someone so young being married... At least Cassius seemed young... But he shook his head and asked the question first hand. "Cassius... Was it? How old are ya lad?"

Cassius tilted his hat and looked from the mask. "Twenty years of age."
"How are you married at such a young age lad!?" Baku blinked under his glasses. "I can't even get married..."
Cassius felt his hands clasping the plating over his face.

"Anyways my boy! I need a tiny favor of you!" Baku stamped his feet down.

"I suppose it is fair... I was provided transportation." Cassius spoke, arms crossed, wanting to hear him out.
"Aye! That I have! Just like how you helped with the Princess!" Baku flexed somewhat, getting worked up and sweaty.

Cassius blinked, not that it was easily seen. "Okay?"
"I need you and Karn, as well as... Wylde Ostera to put on a show!"

Cassius wasn't quite sure how to respond... He sorta just took his time to look to him and to Karn. "Just... Any scene in mind... At all?"
"Nooo! I need you lot to improvise. Give the Audience an Ending!" Baku pointed to him.

"Karn, is your boss always this needy?" Cassius turned to look to her. He seemed rather just wanting the day to end. "Besides, Can't they do the ending with Blank? So why me?" Cassius turned back to Baku.

"Because I said so lad! Because I said so." Baku grinned.

"I'm going to punch you..." Cassius sighed.
"You sure you want to do that?" Baku blinked.

"Are you questioning my impulse? Or my sensibility?" Cassius retorted to see Baku raise his index finger, before lowering it in defeat. "Grr..." He grumbled. "Fine, make it quick... Shit faced drunk anyways."

"That explains a lot." Cassius broke into genuine laughter for a moment. "Welll... Since I have permission..." Cassius gave a rather light tap to the arm.

Baku chuckled. "The fuck was that? I thought you were a man, even my lass Karn can hit harder than that!"

"You never said it had to be a hard hit, besides, she wears heavy gauntlets for that and apply the principles of motion to do the work, which is smart and effective." Cassius retorted to get a snort out of Baku.

"Hit me like a man! Like this!" Baku cocked his left arm out, slamming it at Cassius, only to meet Cassius' silver targe. "FFFFF- FUUUCCCK!" Baku felt his hand crunch in agony. "My turn?" Cassius slammed both fist into the side of his face, sending him to the floor. Baku slid across the floor for a few moments before Anubis sent a wrap around his fist, pulling him back to his feet.

Anubis giggled in delight. "Do it again!"
"No." Cassius said sharply.

Garnet somewhat chuckled at the scene, it was the morbid humor that seemed to interest her. She placed a hand onto Baku, healing his fractured hand and skull. "If I may. It is all the more reason not to challenge those you hire on."

"Aye..." Baku wobbled and waddled to a rather broken down cotton made cushioned chair. It was beat up, but it did the job... Until Baku shattered it upon stammering to sit on it.

Cassius face palmed with both hands, then the overly fed Crocodile waddles up to Baku.
"The fuck you looking at Chauncy... You fat shit..." Baku at this point felt himself out, there was silence, than snoring.

Yet... Chauncy seemed to look offended. Could Crocodile's even glare...?

Cassius than looked to Karn and Blank. "Right... Care to walk me through this? Sing? Dance? Or do we just do what I just basically did?"


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Appearance: A wiry, yet sturdily built young chap, Grog prefers to cover himself in numerous articles of protective clothing, such as reinforced leather, goggles and even a few hints of chainmail. Behind his makeshift mask and anachronistic helmet, there lies the face of a twenty-something year old man, with almost shoulder-length messy brown hair, a somewhat handsome, angular visage and an ever-present stubble. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, and glisten distinctively in stronger than average lighting.

Sex: Seldom.

Personality: Grog is the human personification of "Hold my beer dude, I got this." Hot-headed, completely chaotic and boisterous to boot, he's the type of guy who'd shoot himself in the foot on a dare, and then pistol-whip the doctor for trying to sedate him, then somehow mix the various available sedatives into a cocktail powerful enough to send a blue whale home trippin' balls while also acting as a potent fire-bomb if ignited properly. To add further figurative dynamite to the figurative pile, a hair-trigger temper is only matched by his inquisitive nature and love of booze, effectively making him a disaster with legs.

Greatest Sin: Wrath. Two words: Unrestrained and violent.

 Also bar fights.

Motivation: "Escort a portal making demon so she can open up one of those bad boys to god knows where? That'd fucking rule."

Biography: "Honestly, I've got nothing to say. I had my fun. I did anything I wanted to do. I only wish I died with more style. You know, getting hit by a truck hurts like a bitch."

 That pretty much sums our short-tempered, strong-livered modern day adventurer's story. In life, he was a virtually jobless part-time delinquent, living off petty theft, mainly by blowing up the showcases of chain stores and running off overloaded with stuff in the middle of the night, or by snatching their cash registers in broad daylight and hoping nobody caught up to him. What little earnings he had, he mainly spent in booze, pizza, and materials for more homemade death traps.

 Overall, his hobbies mainly consisted of raising as much hell as humanly possible. They included: Previously mentioned cases of theft, public intoxication, loitering, vandalism, disorderly conduct, assault, battery, numerous attempts to pimp farm animals, unlawful possession of weapons and improvised explosive devices, construction of said devices, dumpster arson, jaywalking, uncountable barfights and a hell of a lot more nasty things. It is worthy to note, that even though he was extremely disruptive, Grog displayed an unhinged version of fairness (that was often subject to change), preventing him from lapsing into a full-on psychotic.

 Despite his bad habits, Grog had only spent a few months total in prison, due to somehow always evading capture. Eventually, though, his recklessness caught up to him, and he ended up mangled in the sidewalk, after an attempt to outrun a few officers by charging head first into high-speed traffic.

 Once he awoke in Hell, Grog was, to say the least, excited. A chance to have a blast and carry on boozing for all of eternity? So what if it had a few pesky demons and nightmarish creatures? It seemed like a pretty sweet deal. And so he went, his vile, bar-hopping, face-beating campaign continuing to this day.

Skills:

 Hold My Beer: Grog's most formidable trait is his ability to constantly innovate in unconventional (and dangerously idiotic) ways. He knows enough about subjects such as engineering, science and the occult to create extremely hazardous and utterly bizarre inventions. Furthermore, even though his long-term planning skills are poor at best, he can improvise mind-boggling "strategies" on the spot to counter pressing problems.

 Fist of the Barfighter: A life spent in blowing things up and consuming copious amounts of booze has left Grog with the ability to hold his own in a fight exceptionally well. He is an unpredictable and highly formidable combatant, relying on his quick wits, impulsive nature and overwhelming fury, as well as the element of surprise (that he himself is not immune to) to bring down his foes (as well as everything else in the vicinity, himself included).

 Battle Brew: Perhaps an echo of his habits in the mortal realm, Grog has the uncanny ability to gain almost supernatural strength and toughness proportionate to the booze he consumes, at the measly cost of mental stability. As if he had enough to begin with.

 Weaponized Driving: If you want to go somewhere in a jiffy, and you've got a nasty pack of goons on your trail, Grog is your guy. He's an inhumanly good driver, able to perform crazy stunts and maneuvers other road warriors would never think of attempting. There's one teeny-tiny catch, however. He's quite possibly just as dangerous a driver as he is a fearless one, and chances are, it'd be better for everyone involved if Grog remained far, far away from the steering wheel.

None yet, but he's bound to concoct something disastrous eventually.

Gear:

 Power Pint: A slightly oversized, enchanted wooden pint stolen by Grog during a night that he can't remember anything about, it has the ability to fill itself with a variety of beverages. It also appears to be indestructible.

 Cargo Belt: A belt with numerous pouches full of stuff. They act as an efficient way for Grog to store knickknacks and tricks.

 The Beatstick: A metallic baseball bat with nails and rusted barbed wire welded on it.

Theme Song: Kids, don't use beer bottles for improvised incendiaries.

Other: "If I don't know what the hell I'm doing, then my enemies won't expect my moves!"
 -The motto Grog lives by (and embodies).

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Kritch knew that the pain of willingly reforming his hand in a small confined space would be immensely powerful from the dangerously low thought out plan, but he was hoping that the massive amount adrenaline and fear running though his body would null his senses for this very grueling moment. This wasn't the case this time. A familiar feeling of searing pain soared throughout Kritch's hairy malformed body causing it to jolt and contort around several angles. The rat's hand had quickly shot out of the destroyed guardsman's brain, his bloody ruined hand exposed to the suffering rat's eyes caused him to curse within his language chittering, clicking, and squeaking seemingly at the same time with its rapid sounds. Kritch didn't even notice the semi-liquid cloud of death toying with the already defeated guardsman, he was just tightly clenching his limp wrist staring at his ravaged hand. It had been quite some time being subjected to his amount of pain, one of his main goals was to actually avoid being hurt as getting hurt is quite bad! Still, after his cursing subsided for the moment, Kritch's even more blood red eyes landed upon the mess that gas-cloud thing had produced with the last guardsman.

While normally Kritch would run away at the sight of such horrors from an untrustworthy ally, the amount of pain, fear, and adrenaline coursing through his veins threw away his caution to the winds of chaos and merely wanted this nightmare to be over. Letting out a simple snort to V's words, he grabbed the flying keys with his good hand before stumbling towards the locked door. "Lizard-thing better be of use-use," Kritch muttered to himself, unlocking the prison door and unleashing Betty to the prison hallways of temporary freedom. "We must flee-escape building now, monster too power-strong for us, we go to escape-free driver,"

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At the sight of his restraints loosening, the crazed Grog began to flail his arms wildly, shotguns still firmly gripped and all. Of course, a few stray shots landed here and there. As his trusty steed hoisted him over his head and explained what was about to happen, Grog reacted the only way he could. More rage-induced spasms and mouth frothing. That was not to say he didn't like the prospect of serving as a gun-totting human fucking cannonball, in fact, he welcomed the idea with open arms and... Mouth? Of all times, Grog just -had- to use the Pint now. With one gun held awkwardly under his shoulder, it seemed that the (un)masked hooligan had just downed an entire tankard of what seemed to be pure scotch.

 And just like that, he was launched. Barely having enough time to secure his tankard, he felt his face being pulled back by the force of the throw as he flew ripped a hysterical path through the air. The crab-man had already began to launch what seemed to be a counterattack against Head Honcho, and Sir Badass had valiantly napalmed the fuck out of Nefas' legs, or something. Grog was too absorbed in his own high to properly notice. Though the whole scene was truly fun to behold, time was of the essence, especially now that the leather-clad bomber was momentarily airbourne.

 Once again, due to the combination of his own peculiar mental functions and the drugs still going strong within his system, Grog began formulating a course of action that would guarantee maximum damage on the raging half-demon-thing. First, he'd empty his shotguns while there was still distance between himself and Nefas. His heightened awareness made it painfully easy to successfully aim for key points such as the throat, mouth and eyes. With that out of the way, the next thing to do was to somehow avoid being caught by the beast. Luckily, he had just the trick for that. One of his three nailbombs would do the job. He'd simply toss it with all of his (now somewhat formidable) strength towards the baddie. Even if he were to catch it before it hit his face, the force from the impact would still set it off, resulting in a high-powered, nail-filled burst that would certainly give him these precious few moments needed in order to slip by.

 Though that seemed a tad hard to pull off.

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Inside HPIS
Hallway & A bit of Cell Block L-1
Poncho struggled fruitlessly against the muscled man holding him captive. For a second he considered trying to strike before gazing up at the behemoth and seconding guessing himself. At the proposition the demon sneered, but as he was put down, did as told. His shouts began to fill the room, attempting to calm the rioters.

While this was happening, Nefas was being beset upon again. First, the knight of light slammed a flaming shield into his knees, forcing him into a stumble where Old N caught him off guard. This forced him onto one knee, the bullets being fired from Grog grazing his head and causing it to bleed just a bit. The coup de gras came from Deprave, who stepped up and swung his mighty blade down, cracking open Nefas's skull and carving through some grey matter. Nefas slumped over on the blade and his eyes closed themselves. It seemed he was down for the count.

The prisoners began cheering. Long live the king, the king is dead and all that. While some immediately ran to the exit, Poncho blocked the exit and began corralling and calming down the masses, as per Deprave's polite suggestion. Although he did have to punch some of them out, the vast majority seemed to be pretty hype about the whole thing. Mob mentality was running wild, as was adrenaline. As soon as Betty arrived, the group was free to go.

Near Betty's Cell
As the lock clicked open and Kritch swung the door open, the two would be greeted by a 4 foot tall green reptilian demon, dressed in a small shirt and a skirt. She bombastically stepped out into the hall before taking a look around at the rebels that freed her and frowning. "I was expecting someone a bit more heroic, and less dirty and uh..." Gazing down at the the smoldering corpse of the head guard. "Jeez, was that really, like, a requirement? He was nice. Gave me a drink sometimes."

"Well, whatever, we need to get out of here?" She asked, looking between the two men. At that moment, Barkeep cut in. "Weaver is on her way, should be there in about 30 seconds or a minute. Make sure Betty doesn't get hurt." Betty nodded at this, seemingly knowing who this person was. She began lackadaisical trekking down the hall towards the entrance to the prison.

[Assistant]
The crusader had thrown their helmet across the ground in a desperate attempt to get the cloud of air infused with a napalm out of their eyes and lungs. The young Toby saw that the knight was struggling to breathe and rushed over to see if he would be alright after getting all of this crud out of his system, but as Toby would soon find out, the knight was not the man he seemed... or a man at all.

Where Jonathan Light once stood, a slightly ravishing woman was on her knees and hands, coughing up smoke. Her hair was cut shortly in order to fit into the thrown-aside helmet. Through the coughs that were expelled from her, you could hear a confident and slightly feminine voice, and her frame was actually rather slim, and under the armor you could barely see a fair bit of padding under it. This was Jennifer Light, the crusader that faked an identity to join the ranks of the Pope's army many centuries ago.

She looked back towards the prison, now loud with the chanting of once rioting prisoners, still coughing away with a slightly accented voice. "Nefas is - hyeck - taken down now... we have a - chyech - chance at getting out of - bleck - here... glorious." The knight continued to cough after that.

[User]
...Yeah, Grog's fancy trick didn't really work out. He had time for five? Maybe six shots? Before falling face-first on the cold, hard concrete floor, breaking his nose as he landed. Fuming with a junkie's fury, he began to half-skitter in an attempt to turn belly-side-up, in order to at least have some sort of clear shot against the-

 Oh, wait. He's dead. Goody. Aztec dude shoved his big rock-sword-thing straight in Head Honcho's skull. In an instant, the majority of frothing fury and adrenaline that had been accumulated inside Grog suddenly vanished, leaving behind a heavily injured idiot, drunk and high out of his mind, but still somewhat pissed off.

 "Alright, gentlemen. That's a wrap. That was pretty brutal, Pravey. Yay, woo-hoo, great success and so forth. Now, can someone please get me the fuck out of here? I think my legs are broke."


[System]
Sex: Misanthrope Motorcyclist
Age: 17
House: Stardust House

Duel Disk RUNNER: Fyodor's duel runner is a sleek, black motorcycle with no rims inside the wheels. When it is running it gives off a faint orange neon glow in the wheels and inside the wheels. His duel runner has an attachable component for his duel disk which Konstantinovich can remove and use separately if he so chooses. The duel disk is black and has a dark orange blade which is shaped like a scythe.

Personality: Konstantinovich is a rather miserable man. He is a bitter curmudgeon and lone wolf. While he claims to hate humanity alongside constantly wishing death among them, he does in fact yearn for people to be near him. This is solely because he wants people to be around to hear his dark and brooding monologues that he is fond of. The only things he truly loves are reveling in the mayhem of darkness and motorcycles.

History: Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich was a 'little miracle' to his family, namely because this was the first time his father was able to properly spawn a child with his wife. The boy who would become The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell, lived in a cold, but not terribly dreary, cozy little town. From an early age Fyodor had a troubling temperament that worried those around him. He was always off on tangents of doom and despair and claiming he was sent by the Devil to make sure the world of man would be cloaked in his vision. In order to help cure this boy's melancholy his father made him work in his garage. For a brief period of time, it seemed that Fyodor was getting better as the boy did like getting to help in the workshop.

This was not the case, as Fyodor was simply biding his time to create a Duel Runner. At the stroke of midnight he rode from his home and across the bleak and snowy landscape to find other settlements of population to torment. He caused mayhem for quite sometime until he got involved in a crash accident, in which police were finally able to apprehend him. While it seemed likely Fyodor was doomed to perish in prison for the rest of his days, a Japanese man showed up out of the blue and managed to get the boy off scot-free. Well not exactly scot-free, because in exchange for freedom from prison he was essentially told that he would go to the Saotome Duel Institute.

Wish: To dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, after ensuring the world was engulfed by darkness and sin.

[SOLAR LEGACY] Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned
Level 8 Dark type Zombie/Synchro/Effect monster
3000 / 2800
(1 Zombie type tuner monster + Dokurorider)
As long as this card is on the field, your opponent cannot target anything else on your side of the field and can only attack this card. If this card is sent from the field to the graveyard, you can banish 1 zombie-type monster from the graveyard: Special Summon this card.

Monster Card
Mechanic of Dokurorider
Level 6 DARK Zombie/Tuner/Effect monster
1500 / 730
When this card is tributed for the Ritual Summon of "Dokurorider", you can special summon this card and its level becomes 2.

Spell Card
He's Going the Distance
Equip
Equip only to a "Dokurorider" monster. When an attack is declared involving the monster this card is equipped to, target up to three of your banished Zombie-type monsters: Shuffle that target(s) back into the deck. If you do, draw a card.

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Zombie World x2
Pyramid of Wonders x1
Temple of the Sun x1
Call of the Mummy x1
Foolish Burial x2
Book of Life x3
Pre-Preparation of Rites x1
Everliving Underworld Cannon x2
Overpowering Eye x1
He's Going the Distance x1*

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Speed Spell - Advanced Ritual Art x1
Speed Spell - Tribute to the Doomed x3
Speed Spell - Brain Control x1
Speed Spell - The Shallow Grave x2
Speed Spell - Acceleration Limiter x3
Speed Spell - Faustian Bargain x2
Speed Spell - Final Attack x1
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash x2

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

[User] "If you say so," Carnel said skeptically. All that was left in his hand was a Grinder Golem and Destiny HERO - Plasma. Carnel then drew his next card, which was revealed to be Swords of Revealing Light. It probably would've stalled a few more turns, but was not a game-winning card itself. Showing it to Manjoume, Carnel said, "And this is my card. Not much else in my deck to help with that." After placing it back into his deck, Carnel extended his hand for a handshake. "That was a good Duel. You had me on the ropes the whole time."

[Assistant]
"Thank you for your time, Empress." Taiyo said, as the mother was tributed and sent to the Graveyard, with Archfiend Cosmocrat continuously growing in power, reaching a staggering 3300 ATK points.

However, when it came due to his opponent's turn, Taiyo grimanced. The only monster left on his field was Cosmocrat, and even though the sacrifice Tsunozuka had made had increased it's power once again, it meant nothing in the face of his monster's effect.

Taiyo sighed, and sent Cosmocrat to the graveyard, whose face turned sour and sneered towards Archfiend Reverse as a final gesture. "That didn't last long, unfortunately."

He felt uneasy. Should he not draw a card that could aid him or cause him to stall, this duel would be over.

LP: 3500 Hand: 0
Grave: Archfiend Cosmocrat, Archfiend Empress, Archfiend Advisor, Archfiend Emperor, Archfiend Atheling, Archfiend Heiress, Hot Red Dragon Archfiend, Skilled Red Magician, Archfiend Commander, Allure of Darkness, Swords of Revealing Light, Monster Reborn, Shapesister, Archfiend's Roar
Banish: Summoned Skull, Archfiend General x2
Extra Deck (Face-up): Archfiend Eccentrick
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Pandemonium)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
(Archfiend Reverse)EM[Tsunozuka] - [Taiyou]EM(empty)

[User]
Bug

"Draw!" Panik smiled as he drew his next card. "I'll start the turn by activating the card owner's seal." He put his drawn card in his hand before playing the other. The card materialized and the face-down cards that were special summoned to Fyodor's side were returned to the Player Killer of Darkness. "I'll flip summon my two Slate Warriors, thus activating their special ability. It allows them to gain 500 attack and defense! Next, I'll tribute my face down monster in order to tribute summon another monster. Your move."

Player Killer of Darkness Side
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior) - MM (Slate Warrior, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (??? -DOWN) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei -UPATK) - MM (empty)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

"Here." the duelist handed Carnel a blue card: Level Master. "Consider it a loan. Take it and get stronger. You're a strong duelist, but your tactics rely too heavily on keeping your opponent from playing the game. Consideration. It's something I learned when I was a young duelist. Anybody can win by being overly aggressive. It's much harder to win with compassion."

"Archfiend Reverse, attack his life points directly!" With a clawed hand, the demon reached over Taiyou's empty field, striking at the duelist and dealing a whopping 3100.

"I'll put one card face down and end my turn."

Tsunozuka Side LP: 500 Hand: 2
Grave: Red Resonator, Archfiend Atheling, Edge Imp Tomahawk, Shadow Tamer, Archfiend Vizier, Archfiend's Oath
Banish: Edge Imp Sabres
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (???) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Archfiend Palabyrinth)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
(Archfiend Reverse)EM[Tsunozuka] - [Taiyou]EM(empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Pandemonium)
Taiyou Side

[Assistant]
"Unfortunate." Fyodor mused, "Shame I couldn't keep those Slate Warriors; they coulda made good Summoning Fodder... Oh well." With that said the next card was drawn. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell knew he'd have to gather more sin-filled souls for the Graveyard if he wanted to fix the sickness that afflicted the Absolute Sovereign of the Damned, as well as to secure his eternal throne above. Judging by the card he drew The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell would not be bringing more bodies to his boneyard yet; however this card would certainly help alleviate the current sickness.

"Now then," began Konstantinovich as he waxed on, "It is a shame the scriptures record so little of His Successes beyond His illuminating knowledge to man, but some would debate if The Morning Star was that ancient serpent. Of course it is understandable those heretics would deny Our Lord's true successes and power. So this is just one of the reasons I like their John 5:19, 'We know that we are from god, and the whole world lies under the power of the Evil One.' It starts to give credit where it is due, and notes that everything as it is today is from the result of The Morningstar."

"All of man's achievements, innovations and structures," monologued The Ghoulish Rider Traveler of Hell as he flipped up his face down Monster to reveal it was the Castle of Dark Illusions. As the Castle of Dark Illusions was revealed there was a single ominous gong that rung out through the forest. It menacingly hovered in the air with its black symbol fixated at the Palace of Dark Illusions. Shortly after this the Pyramid of Wonders emerged from the night sky nearby the floating castle. The Pyramid pointed down and started releasing a light blue mist which began to fill Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned with a new vigor as he gained 200 Attack Points for each monster Panik controlled.

"- belong to Him. Yet there are far, far too many who do not obey and follow His Infernal Will." Fyodor remarked as he paced around during his monologue, "And it is my purpose to make sure the Devil gets his due and fully establishes His Earthen Empire."

"Go forth and strike into the shadows!"

Whizzing by Heisei drove over the Monster hidden by the shadows.

After this deed was done The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway spoke, "I pass it on to you."

Player Killer of Darkness Side
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (Castle of Dark Illusions) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei) - MM (empty)
ST (Pyramid of Wonders) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

Ghoulish Rider - Pain Threshold: 230 Lp Damage Taken


[System]
Nicknames / Aliases: Eli / Elle

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 30th

Age: 17

Class: White Mage

Occupation: Student

Species: Human

Appearance:

Clothing Style:

Personality: Gentle, kind, shy, and meek, Elisha's personality was molded through her harsh upbringing. A girl with a heart of gold, she's always willing to help someone if it meant their happiness. Never one to hold a grudge, her kindness knows no bounds. She has always put others ahead of herself, where her martyrical nature has bit her in the rear more than once before. Despite this, she grit her teeth and forced herself to move on.

Underneath all of this however, is a girl whose self-esteem is always at a dangerously low point. Someone who frequently questions her purpose and goal in life. Her outward demeanor hiding a frail and weak person. She frequently has considered committing suicide, but she has always barely shot the idea down by telling herself that she just needs a little more time to change.

As a result of her family's long outdated look on left-handed people being "servants" of a greater evil, she has developed a complex about her dexterity. While she is naturally a southpaw, she has forced herself to deal with the world with her right hand as well. Elisha only ever reverts to her dominant hand in private or during dire situations, while keeping her right in public.

Hometown: Otonoki - A fairly average-sized town just about two hours to the South of Maplestead by horse. The town is best known for developing some of the most successful mages in history. Featuring some of the top ranking universities in the country, Otonoki's quality in teaching is well-known and respected. If one wants to learn how to be a very good mage, then Otonoki is one of the best places to learn at.

Otonoki has a medieval theme attached to it. The town is abundant with nature and filled with green pastures and surrounded by forests. Aside from that, the town is covered by several mountains to its West side which compliment its old-fashioned look, as well as serve as the training grounds for up and coming mages.

Likes: Children, left-handed tools, music, reading

Dislikes: Loud and crowded areas, romance, large bodies of water, her family, being referred by her last name

Past / History: Born into the wealthy and prestigious but old-fashioned magi family of Marluxia, her upbringing was meant to be one of high class. At first, this was the case. An accident during her child years nearly took her life, as well as leaving her heart in a very frail state. Elisha was no longer able to be physically fit. Every time she tried to run, her heart would be strained easily and she'd be out of breath. Anything that shocks or surprises her can give her a heart attack. Anything that hits the area around her heart can give her a heart attack. Her family was supportive despite this. Her siblings were there to help, and her parents spent their precious work time to be with her. Somehow though, Elisha felt they were only doing all of this out of pity. A thought that quickly turned into fact.

Her life slowly turned for the worse when her parents discovered her preference for her left hand. Her family was quick to change their demeanor around her. "A sign of the devil's servant", they say. Elisha's family beat her. They locked her in her room for years. Only letting her out for food and trips to the bathroom. The servants who tried to comfort or sympathize with her were quickly fired and replaced, eventually leaving her with no one to connect with. No one was allowed to be associated with the "devil's servant". She grew to resent her family, all the while never once losing her kindness to others despite the abuse. She greeted and spoke to them all the same, with a smile and polite mannerism.

Over the years, she forced herself into relearning the world by using her right hand. Once her parents deemed that she has "cleansed" herself enough, they allowed her to "live" normally again. Given that she was tutored at home to avoid other people finding out about her dexterity on top of the abuse she went through, she had poor social skills. They eventually allowed her to study at a high school near their mansion. With her first year being the point of when she was taken advantage of several times due to her kind and awkward nature. She took all of this in stride. She never considered anyone her friend and treated everyone the same, despite a few of them showing legitimate signs of wanting to be friends with her.

[User]
Inside the safety of the clinic, Vance was lying in bed. His armor and clothes were propped against the wall, next to the bed, and Eve was sitting on the edge of the bed near his shoulder.

He tossed and turned a bit, dreaming as the painkillers that were administered started to take effect. He saw a man in black garb, and a mule, then a knife drawn, and put to his throat. One quick slice and the deed was done. As the man drew the knife across his skin in the dream, he awoke. His eyes were wide and he gasped, quickly sitting up in bed. The motion, and sound, had scared Eve to the point that she nearly fell off. His hand reached up to feel his neck, to make sure that it was just a dream.

"Who was that?" he thought. He could have sworn that what he saw in his dream actually happened, but he wasn't far from gone when it did, so he couldn't be sure.

When Eve recovered from her surprise, she quickly flew to him, hugging his neck as tightly as she could. "Oh gods, I thought you were gone! Don't you ever do that again!" She said with tears in her eyes, still clinging to him.

Vance shrugged a bit, wincing at the pain in his newly readjusted shoulder. "It was either that, or die" he said with a 'matter of fact' tone.

She gave him a look that said. "You better not die!" She still had tears running down her cheeks as she looked at him.

"Were there any other survivors?" he said, looking from his shoulder to her. "Not many" she said, shaking her head.

Vance was still too weak to fully heal his shoulder, so he would let the painkillers do their work.
Eve explained to him where they were, and that when he was feeling better, he should go out to the tavern to meet the remaining heroes who survived their battles, and, of course get paid.

As a priest walked through the clinic, blessing the survivors, he stopped at Vance, reaching into a small pouch and bringing out a small, silver cross on a chain, which he handed to Vance. The Templar looked at it for a minute before Eve snatched it away, unfolding the chain and putting it over his head. The metal was cold against his skin, but it looked good sitting against his bare chest. He needed a little while longer to recover before he could meet the other heroes, and collect his payment.

[Assistant]
The following period of time the man spent was wandering the city and surveying the aftermath from the events that just recently happened. Truth be told he found himself quickly becoming bored as he continued prowling through the city. The city despite any damage to its citizens was still standing and in working condition although there was probably a large focus on manpower in tending to the wounded and dead as well as possibly tallying any damages incurred. These things which are all very important and not in his hands at all. His thought would be to relegate himself to the currents of his whim in much the same way a leaf gently travels through a breeze.

He thought about the others people who had signed up and were along for the ride. And that most of them would be at some bar socializing and resting while awaiting the next set of orders. However for him it was still too early to hit the bar as to maximize the most of his profit he'd want it to be filled tighter and with the audience just liquored up enough to be properly lubricated.

Tangentially to the subject of the others his mind quickly turn to his assigned group. He recalled that there are three people per group and that furthermore only one he saw. Speculating about the woman he did not see would be a waste of time; a thing he did not like to indulge in. It would be far more easier to seek the other man who'd he for the sake optimism was wounded and not dead and inquire about the whereabouts.

Having made his way to the clinic where he heard the man was being held at. He slinked his way from out of the corner with his target in sight. There were many other beds each filled with different people. But only one of them had that same armor set he saw. There was a scent of some herbal concoction in the air as he spoke to the man, "We meet again. I'm just here to get some information, so tell me of the other person assigned to tour group. You happen to know her or something about her?" This conversation terse thought it maybe served two purposes: one being the obvious practical aspect and the other just sating his curiosity and giving him something to do.

[User]
The door to the tavern of heroes slammed open, and a short woman with bunny ears wearing a beautiful dress stood on the other side. She lowered her foot, having kicked the door open. In each shoulder she held a youth, her companions Elisha and Louis. Both were blasted as all hell, as was her companion Cecilia, stumbling after her.

Lenna looked around the tavern for a moment, and smiled.

"My, what a lovely establishment," she remarked, "Don't you think so, lady Elisha? Sir Louis?"

Without waiting for a response, Lenna quickly strided over to a table, depisiting the drunken youths each in a chair.

"Beat that you guys not drink anything more," she suggested, "Lady Elisha, perhaps, but, sir Louis, I'm afraid if we let you sniff another drop of weak fruity drink, you may die of alcohol poisoning."

She paused, "Are either of you hungry? I know bread neutralizes alcohol to an extent. Perhaps a bit of food could help."

She smiled. Her team was crazy, but she liked it. Louis was especially odd, the little dork. She certainly wasn't going to tease the boy when he was drunk anymore though. She still blushed a bit, remembering his lips on her.

My, that had been embarrassing. The tsundere little dork had even rubbed her bunny ears. He had no idea how intimate that was!

The only people that had rubbed her ears were her father, her mother, her lovers, and Greg that one time that some boy had made fun of her for being beastkin.

And that had been a special occasion, and Greg was basically dad#2 to her anyways!

She briefly wondered if there was a local version of the Pugilist club.

"Cecilia, you know about illegal stuff, right?" Lenna said, "is there a Pugilist Club in town?"

[Assistant]
Cecelia

 Cecelia entered the tavern after Lenna, swaying lightly in her steps. Damn, it's been a long time since I've drank that much. Cecelia's armor was loosely resting on her, not strapped, laced, or anything, just resting on her torso as the dark shirt she wore under it loosely draped over her frame. Cecelia decided before either of her drunken teammates responded to Lenna's question about food to get some bread anyways. "I don't know about them, but I know that I'm hungry. I'll get us some bread." And with that, Cecelia ordered and paid for some bread. She noticed a few people in the tavern, including a man with wings in a back corner, but couldn't think of anything but Damn, I wish I had wings.

 Cecelia ever so gracefully staggered back to her teammates at the table. "Are you two alright after the ride on Lenna's shoulders? Not too sick?" She looked from Louis to Elisha with concern on her face. Even though she was relatively hammered, she's usually able to focus through the drunken haze and be rational. Til she passes out. Then it's wildcard time, where anything could happen from absolutely nothing to forcefully trying to hook up with men.

 Hearing Lenna's question about illegal activities, Cecelia thinks for a little bit and tells Lenna "well, I don't know this place very well. I might have spent one night here at most within the past fortnight. I can, however, find someone who does know the information. Tomorrow, we'll set out for whatever area of town is the poorest. That's where the most illegal activity lies." With that, Cecelia let her loosely hanging armor fall to the ground with a soft thud, allowing her loose-fitting shirt with a handful of holes in it to be fully revealed. "Aah, much better."

[User]
Elisha didn't think she was drunk enough to not be able to stand up and walk all the way to the Tavern, and was about to decline Lenna's offer. However, once Lenna did stand her up, she felt the strength in her legs slightly give out and her head was light as a feather. She silently thanks her rabbit friend and goes along for the ride.

It didn't take long for them to reach the Tavern, and she was then shortly placed onto a chair by Lenna. "Thank you, Miss Lenna." The alcohol's effects were still lingering in her system, and she takes her head into her hands in an attempt to balance and regain her composure... which wasn't helping too much. "And yes, I'll take some of the bread, thank you." She reaches for one of the loaves that was in the basket that Cecelia had ordered for them, and proceeds to take small bites out of it.

"I-I think I'll be alright." She had a migraine going, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. "...Miss Lenna kicking open the door was enough to shock me awake and splash me with heavy dose of a headache though," she adds before groaning a little as she rubbed her forehead.

Elisha wasn't drunk, or at least she didn't think she was relative to how Louis and Cecelia acted when they were. She was desperately trying to keep her composure and not pass out or go all weird like Louis did earlier. It's a scary thought that she could turn into someone like that if she ever gets drunk like him.