[System]
Age: 18

Race: Goblin (though he claims to be a gnome with a bad skin condition)

Class: Wizard

Level: 2

Background: Charlatan

Personality: Pompous, theatrical, attention-seeking, jittery, proud, possibly delusional, doesn't know when to shut up.

Backstory: sent to GM

Other: Has a fey familiar called Eighteyes who takes the form of a spider. She's loyal to Jub while also being 100% done with his nonsense.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

[User]
Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk watched as Sir Talavar flew away before finding a place on his belt to hang it from and promptly forgot about it once he had. The bugbear then turned to look at Jingle Jangle just in time to laugh at her clumsy attempt at bowing to Jub. He then listened as Jingle Jangle revealed the location of the Bunny Brigands' base and who they could go to if they needed at guide to reach whatever 'Thither' was. Brutrumukk didn't care about the latter, but he certainly cared about the former.

"Guess we know where to start lookin' fer those lost dice then." The bugbear said when Jingle Jangle was done talking. "An' I also think I know what I'm cookin' fer dinner tonight. Always enjoyed me some rabbit stew."

[Assistant]
Hither
Telemy Hill

Jingle Jangle looks to Brutrumukk as he spoke, and she looked concerned. She looked back to the rest of the party before looking back to Brutrumukk, "I do think they should know what it's like to be shaken down for once...but, how will they change their ways if they've been turned to soup?"

[User]
Brutrumukk

For a moment, Brutrumukk regarded Jingle Jangle and her words with a confused expression on his face. But after some thought, that confusion soon gave way to realization, before finally shifting to a look of impressed cruelty. "Oh I get what yer sayin'. Took me a moment there, but I get what yer sayin' now." Brutrumukk said in goblin with a nod of agreement. "Khurg's got you thinkin' that these rabbits'd do better as slave meat than as stew meat, yeah? Well I suppose if any o' them decide to surrender rather than go down fightin', I could spare 'em the pot an' bring 'em your way instead. I won't do it fer free though. What's in it fer me?"

[Assistant]
Hither
Telemy Hill

Jingle Jangle looks shocked at Brutrumukk's words, and she couldn't help but squeak "Wh-What?!"

She waved her hands and answered, "Jingle Jangle doesn't want that! Jingle Jangle just thinks that shaking them down so that they know what it's like is enough. Killing and slavery is going too far!"

She then whispered clearly confused, "Who's Khurg?"

She then continued, expressly stating what she believes, "Anyways, this is Prismeer! People can change for the better, especially here of all places. All they have to do is embrace what makes them unique! Whether you're a goblin who likes keys, or an awakened hill with talking trees!"

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

"Khurgorbaeyag," Jub explained in a similar manner to how he would when Brutrumukk didn't understand a word. "Goblin god of oppression and social order." He glanced at Brutrumukk. "I guess things must be different for goblins in the Feywild than they are where we're from." He'd been giving Jingle Jangle the side-eye ever since she'd addressed him and attempted a bow. He had been suspicious of her before, but after hearing her talk, he was starting to get the sense she was harmless. Weird, but harmless.

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

When Jingle Jangle clarified what she had meant, Brutrumukk's expression briefly shifted to shock before quickly turning to disgust. When the goblin the asked after the identity of her own god in confusion though, Brutrumukk's face became a masterpiece of murderous rage. The bugbear stepped forward, reaching for his morningstar as the beginnings of a bestial roar rumbled within his throat. But he stopped and went quiet when Jub spoke up to answer Jingle Jangle's question, reminding Brutrumukk that his companions were present and that the living trees outside didn't look like a fight he could win. With a frustrated growl, Brutrumukk stepped back and turned to leave before anymore could be said. "Jub an' I'll be at the raft." He said before storming out of the cave, taking his shoulder goblin with him.

Brutrumukk stomped out of the cave and back down the hill towards the raft they had arrived on, ranting to Jub in goblin as he went. "It just boggles the mind, booyagh! Absolutely boggles it! I know goblins can go a bit off track when bugbears or 'obgoblins ain't nearby to show 'em 'ow to be good an' proper, but I didn't know it could get that bad! 'Ow in the Nine soddin' 'Ells could the gods even begin to bring themselves to stomach such a pathetic excuse fer a goblin actually bein' real?!" Brutrumukk growled once more as they arrived at the raft. "But I suppose I should 'ave seen that comin'. What with 'ow weird this place is an' that weird key fetish she's got. Did you see 'ow many keys she 'ad? The fuck was up with that...? It just boggles the mind."

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

"Oh- okay, guess I'm going too," said Jub as Brutrumukk left the rest of the group. He didn't have any problem leaving the conversation, as he hadn't exactly been participating in it that much, but he didn't like the direction Brutrumukk's mood had taken. As the bugbear started ranting to him, Jub simply nodded along with the occassional "Mm-hmm" and "Yep" when it was appropriate, all the while starting to sweat profusely.

In truth, Jub hadn't exactly been living a normal goblin life before meeting Brutrumukk. He'd been going from town to town, keeping his head down and using his magic to get enough coin to feed himself. When he couldn't get coin, he mostly dug around in other people's garbage to get what he needed. While he hadn't gone so far as to collecting shiny objects, he had done what he needed to do to get by, and he assumed that Jingle Jangle's habit of collecting keys was her way of coping. "Eh, when you don't have a tribe, you try and do what you can to get by," he said. "And I suppose, in a place like the Feywild, 'getting by' involves being really, really weird."

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

"I suppose yer right." Brutrumukk said thoughtfully, having also been forced to adapt to a change in lifestyle after his old gang was destroyed by adventurers. "Though I'm not sure 'ow forgettin' yer god an' yer tongue would 'elp you get by. Even in a place as weird as this." After a moment, Brutrumukk felt the fur on the shoulder carrying Jub begin to dampen. He turned to look at Jub and saw the goblin sweating bullets. "Uh... booyagh?" Brutrumukk asked in mild concern. "Is somethin' wrong?"

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

"There's a possibility, my good fellow, that she hasn't forgotten the name of her god," Jub said. "But instead that she never knew it. She might have been born here, brought up worshipping whatever gods exist in the Feywild. Fey gods? Archfey? He shrugged. "I don't know. There probably are a bunch o' goblins who were born outside the tribe and... don't worship the goblin gods or even know about them." He waved off Brutrumukk's concern. "I'm fine, just... this place is weird. And there's possibility we might not be leaving anytime soon." He gave a small, nervous laugh. "Just be prepared that we might start going a bit loopy ourselves."

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L

The half elf watched as Brutrumukk and Jub abruptly made their way out of the small cave, he wasn't quite sure what he had been saying but knowing Brutrumukk it was probably something crude by human standards.

"Ah, well it seems we must be off." he said, breaking the momentary silence that followed both goblins departure "On behalf of our merry band I thank you, hopefully this Clapperclaw might be able to point us in the right direction." 'to a tavern if these fey had them' the bard thought wistfully to himself before dusting off his knees and standing.

"And, worry not about our two rather unique friends...We'll keep an eye on them right Rory?" he more-or-less jerked his head in the direction the two goblinoids had gone in a 'lets make sure they haven't left without us' kind of way.

With that Gabe turned, bowing slightly to Jingle Jangle as he casually yet hurriedly made his way put the cave to follow Brutrumukk and Jub.

[User]
Aurora

Aurora was surprised by the angry outburst from Brutrumukk. She had not expected that he would be so offended by the fact the Jingle didn't know what he was talking about. Even Aurora was not sure what he was talking about with Khurg. When Gabriel spoke up and apologized for the outburst, Rory nodded in agreement. "We will do our best to shake down these bandits and see to return what was stolen. At least for those that we can. Thank you for your help Jingle Jangle."

The elf turned and left the small cave and followed Gabe down to the raft hurrying after catching the meaning of his gesture. "I don't think Jub or Zavakri will let him leave without use right away. Though I think you are right to not delay, divines knows how long before he decides to take off."

[Assistant]
Hither
Telemy Hill

When Jub and Brutrumukk left the cave they were left alone. In contrast, when Aurora and Gabriel left the cave, the trees moved to surround the both of them. In true Feywild peculiarity, the trees begin dancing around both bard and rogue!

After the both of them finished dancing, one of the trees approaches them and hands them an iron key!

"Thank you for cheering Jingle Jangle up and giving her food! She dropped this in the dirt. We believe that you will need this key,"

They do not explain on why the key is needed further, and let the party continue on their way.

---

Hither
Random Encounter 3

As the party continues on their travels, the swamp tide lowers to the point where they don't need the raft as much. However, they do come across something.

Something that Gabriel has been longing for...

The more perceptive members of the party hear the sound of squelching, as though numerous pairs of feet were marching in the swamp nearby. It seems to be heading towards them...!

Their paths meet! There are indeed numerous pairs of feet marching in the swamp, but not in the way anyone would expect.

These feet are attached to the bottom of a building! This building is a squat, three-story structure with a slate-shingled roof and worm-eaten wood walls. Dozens of tiny orbs of pale light buzz about the exterior like flies. The structure rocks and heaves while in motion.

As the building passes by the party, they catch the smell of hearty stew wafting from its open windows and see smoke rising in cottony puffs from its stone chimney.

As soon as the inn is close enough to the party, the feet stop and the building lowers itself to the ground so people can enter.

What does the party do?

[User]
Brutrumukk

Once everyone was back on the raft, Brutrumukk picked a direction at random and rowed that way until the water level dropped back down to a depth where the raft was no longer needed. Hefting the raft on the shoulder he wasn't carrying Jub on and putting the stilt he'd been using as an oar back in the stilt pants, Brutrumukk then led the way in yet another randomly selected direction until the sound of squelching feet met his ears and the scent of delicious stew met his nose. As the walking inn came into view, Brutrumukk nodded at the sight. "Yeah, that makes sense." The bugbear stated. "Or at least whatever the fuck this place likes to call 'sense' even though it clearly isn't... Either way, I like the smell o' what they got cookin' in there. Let's go 'ave a look-see." With that said, Brutrumukk walked up to the building as it lowered itself down, kicked open the door, and walked inside. "Oi oi!" Brutrumukk called out in greeting. "What smells so tasty in 'ere an' where can I get some?"

[Assistant] Jub was still stewing over the encounter with Jingle Jangle and Brutrumukk's violent - and uncomfortably familiar - reaction to her when the house approached. He raised his head, looking at the building, then at the feet, then back up at the building. "You know, you'd think after a day of being here, I'd become numb to all the weird shit," Jub said. "But no. Just when I think I've seen the weirdest this place has to offer, something literally comes round the corner that dares to be weirder." He gave a loud sigh. "This place is exhausting." When Brutrumukk started to walk inside, Jub was inevitability brought in along with him as he was perched on the bugbear's shoulder. "Oh I guess we're going in, sure, okay, fine," Jub said as he threw up his hands in exasperation. "March straight into the spooky leg house. What could go wrong?"


[System]
Fake Name

Amon Amrath

Nickname(s)

Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc.

Gender

N/A

Age

1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox)

Year

1st

Birthday

March 31

Astrological Sign

Ares

Species

 Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years.

Class

 Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised.
Weapon

 Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state.

 If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw.

World

Lucis

Short Biography

 Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals.

 As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings.

 Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon.

 Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured.

 Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison.

Personality

 Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival.

 Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade.

Partner

Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out.

Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s)

 Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips

Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits

 Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying.

 Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent.

Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it.

 As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape

 Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them.

Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse.

 Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity.

Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end.
Other

 Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly.

 While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings

One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.

[User]
PLOT!

Suddenly and without warning, the white boxes that had everyone trapped began to shrink. They grew smaller and smaller, no force or magic capable of stopping them. Soon they went from large white rooms to very compact boxes that threaten to crush anyone unlucky enough to be inside. And just as it seemed like the students would have been compressed into meat cubes by the magic boxes, everyone would find themselves back in their seat. Many students were unharmed, save for those who actually fought each other inside the boxes. There was a bit of confusion amongst the students about what just happened, but they'll get their answers soon enough.

Ralthavar Marcrosias

Ralthavar's time in the box was largely uneventful. He had a lot of tea, which he managed to put away as the boxes got smaller. When he found himself back at his seat he noticed his things were undamaged but he was still missing the water in his pot. "Alright, is that wasn't an illusion." And sure enough everyone else from the Harmonious First were also quite surprised to be back. Most of them looked ragged and wounded, which told Ralthavar that they went and gotten into a fight. Some of them however looked no worse for wear. Ralthavar himself wasn't sure what the purpose of that was so he couldn't say for sure if they were suppose to have fought each other or not. But even if they were, all Ralthavar had was his tea set and dagger, and his opponent was a petite human girl. Hardly what he'd call a worthy opponent. "Alright everyone, calm down and shut up. I'm sure someone will explain what just happened." Ralthavar ordered to the Harmonious First.

Rei Maven

It was quite exciting them the box began to crush Rei and Varren. She pressed her naked body against Varren's own, whispering what she thought were her last words right into his ear. Of how she was going to ravage his body and screw every hole and pore, and later make new holes in his body until it was nothing more than a quivering mass of meat leaking blood and semen. Alas, what she thought was her last moments turned out to actually return her to her seat, albeit withing her clothing. Suited her just fine, the cold never bothered her. Kicking up her feet on the chair in front of her Rei reclined back and waited to see what that whole ordeal was about. And maybe see if she could find a new toy to play with.

[Assistant]
Just as Sylus had finished speaking with Uriel, the room began to shrink. Sylus felt more and more uncomfortable the smaller it became, panic beginning to set in. Claustrophobia was the bane of his existence. The walls closing in triggered vivid recollections of past nightmares, in which he could feel every bone in his body breaking as he was crushed by four walls, the blood flow to his limbs being cut off, the pain unbearable... but instead of dying, he was teleported right back to his seat in the auditorium.

Sylus exhaled slowly in a sigh of relief. While I'm sure there was some greater point to all of that, I swear to the gods that Ler-briar likes messing with his pupils far too much. sylus scanned the room, green eyes sweeping analytically over the other students. in front of him several first years were injured, shaken up or in some state of disarray or other. He frowned at this, but the frown subsided once he realized most of them seemed alright at first glance. It's good to see that Uriel and I weren't the only ones who didn't fight, but it still seems a good portion of us did. As he continued scanning the room, he couldn't help but notice that one of the first year females was... completely naked. Gods above... isn't there a rule against that sort of exposure here? What on earth was she doing in there that required... oh. On second thought, I might be better off not knowing.

In a miraculous feat of self control, he tore his eyes away from the sight of her as there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, he hoped someone would explain the point of what the entire student body had just been subjected to. He relaxed in his seat, half tempted to light his tobacco pipe and settle in for a smoke after that ordeal, but this wasn't the time. He focused his attention towards the stage in hopes that all would be explained.

[User]
Mathew Holmes

Had he been paying attention, Mathew would have noticed the box he and Mia were trapped in start to shrink. When he did finally realize what was happening, it was too late to do anything. Before the walls could crush the two of them, he found himself back in his Human form in his seat. 'What?' Mathew started to look through the crowd of students, trying to find Mia. However, there were far too many other people in the room for him to find her 'could it all have been some kind of elaborate dream?' He wondered, since he didn't have any physical evidence that what had just happened was real. In fact, him being in his Human form without consciously transforming seemed to support the dream theory

'Just...what was the point of all of that?' He asked no one 'what could they have been trying to learn about us? Unless I dreamed that up myself. No, I don't think that's the case. I doubt I could have fallen asleep sitting up like this. Not only that, but I can't remember ever having such a vivid dream before in my life. I suppose that's one question answered.'

[Assistant]
Amon jerked her head up as she noticed the walls moving, cursing after she realized this wasn't her mind wasn't playing tricks on her again. Jumping off of Yuga, she moved herself to the center of the stage, letting go of the mana as she returned to her natural size.

She closed her eyes as she felt the panic taking over her, hyperventilating as she imagined the walls soon to crush her. She stood there waiting for the end to come, eyes forced to stay shut, starting to get annoyed that death was seemingly taking it's sweet time. Soon however she began to her others voices around her.

Cracking one eye open, Amon saw she was back in the auditorium, surrounded once again by fellow students.

Thoughts that she may have been going insane were however quickly assuaged as she had to spit out another mouthful of blood. She felt quiet tired now, feeling her reserves of mana running low, not even tempting faint with the minute amount needed to shift back to her more human forms She needed to get something to eat soon or she feared she would begin reverting soon. Not to mention needing to literally lick her wounds. She could tell however there seemed to be more to come, despite a voice in her head telling her incessantly to leave.


[System]
"I am the Diva of the Academy! Bow before my music, as I have a voice that even sirens have jealousy!"
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Abilities: Pamela's ability is the manipulation of the sound and noise. The main function of her ability is to change direction of magical projectiles, hers or from the enemy. Other than that, she can shoot musical notes while singing and each of those notes cause debuffs.
* Red: attack down
* Blue: defense down
* Green: evasion down
* Yellow: speed down
* Orange: dexterity down
* Purple: element proficiency down

Her strongest attack, called Super Duper Symphony!, is a giant barrage of pink lasers followed bu an enormous rainbow beam shot by her.
How you could work in a team: Support/Debuffer
Personality: Pamela's attitude can be resumed into one word - snobbish. She truly believes that her voice is the best and that she is the best singer in existence. She loves to brag about her powers and hates people who disagree with her. Pamela also is an attention-lover.
Main Theme: Brand New Diva Everyday!!
Battle Theme: The Little Diva Dance
2nd Battle Theme: It's Miss Pamela!
Super Duper Symphony! Theme: Active Angel II

"You really don't know your place, huh? Oh well, I guess I'll beat you down for my fun."

Name: Lynda "Lyn" Hermit
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Abilities: Lyn manipulates darkness, but it take form as slashes. With her despisal of projectiles, Lyn is very physical. She can call a black energy blade on her hand and use it as a weapon.
How you could work in a team: Offense
Personality: Lyn is the kind of person that despise the weak. She only respects the people who are formidably strong. Her level of ignorance can be rather high, especially when she is in a bad mood. Lyn loves to fight, so she never refuses one.
History: Although it is too her surname, Lynda is actually a hermit that lived with a tribe, hidden from communication. Her tribe excelled at spirit control, but Lyn was against that, saying that it violated those who wanted to rest in peace. She eventually came to learn her powers through her lack of training with spiritism and with it, came her desire to meet strong people. By learning it, she was banished from her tribe, accused of being a "heretic". Without anywhere to go, she heard about the academy and headed there, hoping to meet strong people to fight.
Main Theme: Rumble Temple
Battle Theme: Rog limitation
2nd Battle Theme: Phantom VS Current

"... I suppose I can battle with you. Just try your best to survive."

Name: Agni Blackheart
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. He possess a familiar called Cerberus, which aids him in battle when summoned. His strongest attack, called Extinction Syndrome, allows him to unleash chaos and destruction in the battlefield and makes him transform into a Devil Lord, which amplifies his stats at 150% percent.
How you could work in a team: Doesn't work on teams.
Personality: Agni is a rather cold and lone person. He prefers to act and live by himself than depending on others. He accepts help in occasions that he really needs. Otherwise, he resolves the situation by himself. Another notable thing is that Agni hates lies. People who lie a those which he'll truly hate.
Other: He carries with him his special grimoire, called the Word of Hatred.
Main Theme: The Piano for Agni
Battle Theme: The Executioner
2nd Battle Theme: Condemnation Wings -Remix-
Devil Lord Form: The Tyrant -Remix-

"Experience is only collected through reality, so I would certainly enjoy a battle against you."

Name: Cruz Meister
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Abilities: Cruz uses technomagic, which include the use of his intelligence and memories in the form of Data. His technomagic specializes in illusionism. Other than that, he can gather loose parts and equipment to create weapons, which is a basic ability for technomagicians. His strongest attack,
How you could work in a team: Tactical.
Personality: After living a while with others, Cruz grew to be a firm, responsible person. He is really intelligent and likes to extend his hand to offer help to others. Cruz is fast learner when it comes to people, so he knows on who he should trust and who doesn't deserve it.
Other: By advancing his knowledge in technomagic, Cruz has as his main weapon a W.D.W (Wing Drive Weapon), which act as swords.
History: Cruz is one of the survivors of the academy's explosion. He escaped thanks to his A.I (Artifical Intelligence) Lhermite, that sacrificed itself by using the last of his energy to teleport Cruz back to the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. Instead of returning to the external world, he passed 4 years of his life trying to resurrect his home, by putting everything back to work thanks to the Data he acquired in his academic life. After hearing that the academy has been re-opened, Cruz decided to return, in hopes of improving himself so he can complete what he began.
Main Theme: Night Walker
Battle Theme: Clockwork Doll
2nd Battle Theme: Bullet Dance -Remix-
Code Omnicalibur/JUDGE Theme: Sword of Doom -Remix-

[User] Marcus continued to watch Ryan through his binoculars ignoring Tony's demand and said." I can handle my alcohol. Oh and thank you Alex for helping us." He puts the binoculars down and turned towards Alex to shake his hand." I'm Marcus , 8 on the student council and also your counsoler ,so if you have any girl problems or bully problems just come to me." He smiled heavily.

[Assistant] Ryan looked at Lucy and noticed she seemed somewhat angry. "Forgive me, I seem to have ignored you. That is quite rude of me and I must amend for it. What was your name?" He really did feel a little bad about ignoring her. For just a millisecond you could see a bit of regret in his eyes but they quickly became the happy eyes that matched his smile. He looked over at Marcus with his binoculars and shook his head. "I do hope you're one of the more mature student council members around. The others I've met seem to be... What's the phrase, not the brightest bulb in the trees."

[User] "You're welcome" Alex replied to Marcus and returned his handshake. "Although you might want to tone down the alcohol a little, It might cause you some problems in the future..." Alex added, hinting on Marcus being late to stop the fight himself. I wish I had girl problems Alex thought and picked a chair from a nearby table and sat down, waiting to be introduced to the others.

[Assistant] "Oi, Ryan, whenever you're done checking out the competition get over here there's someone I want you to meet." Deus walked up to Cruz. "Hey Cruz, come with me for a second I want you to meet, someone whom helped us during the little Skirmish with Agni." Deus said dragging him towards Alex. "This is Alex, Cruz, he helped us in the fight with Agni."

[User] Marcus smiled." I don't drink much only on special occasions and when I'm not in the greatest of moods." He slowly grab his binoculars and watched Ryan." I think Ryan seen me?" He purposily waved at Ryan to get on his nerves.

[Assistant] Ryan grimaced at all the attention on him. "Why can't they take their jobs seriously?" He asked himself under his breath.

[User]
Cruz Meister
Location: Cafeteria
"Oh, so that was his name. Good to know.", he said, once he heard about Agni's name. "Oh, and it's really nice to meet you, Alex. As they said, my name's Cruz. Thanks for helping with that skirmish against Agni.", he said, smiling. Then, a beep was heard on the room. "Oh, sorry, that was a message. Just give me a moment.", Cruz said, opening a screen. The message contained strange symbols that no one would understand. ... Well, can't ask for more than this. The process will be slow, but it'll soon be resurrected. At least, I want it to leave the dead state that it currently holds., he thought. It was a message from an AI, speaking about the current state of the Hidden Realm of the Technomagic. He closed it and soon

[Assistant] "Hey Tony. I wonder who Ryan is talking to anyways." Marcus paused for a few minutes."WHAT IF ONE OF THOSE GIRLS WAS......!!! Wait what was her name again?" He asked himself." Dude come with me over there so I won't look like a creep." Marcus said as he stood up preparing himself to walk over to Ryan.

[User] "You're welcome" Alex said and watched as Cruz brought up a screen containing random letters that Alex couldn't identify; Must be his ability Alex thought and turned his attention towards the other guy Deus had called over. Was it Ryan? Alex wondered as he watched Marcus and the man talk.

[Assistant] "Hi I'm Eris, number 6 on the council" She said as she wiped her mouth. "what do you mean by "Mature" though?" She asked with a smile "i'm not that smart though i'm may be a little above average but not that much"

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Lucy smiled, "it's fine, I'm Lucy, Lucy Hart. The block head next to the drunk guy is my brother. And yeah, he isn't the brightest bulb...." She said this lie without even flinching, she knew how insanely smart her brother was and even understood why he acted dumb. She was actually quite amused by it, people fell for it so easily. Lucy hadn't know what position Eris was in, she piped in, "hey that means you'll be fighting my brother to rank up. Shouldn't be too hard, he's like, reeallllyyy dumb."

@Vec

Tony resisted the urge to smack Marcus up the side of his head, "jesus dude you need to go sober up. Your acting like a royal dumbass. And yeah the blond girl is my sister, Lucy." the teen grumbled. He then turned to the new guy and said lifted his chin in greeting, "I'm Tony by the way." Hart also noted that Cruz brought up some sort of screen with weird symbols. It had to be his ability, he would keep that in mind.

[Assistant] "I'm not even that drunk dude. At the most I'm like 90% sober right now." Marcus rolled up his sleeves and for one moment had a serious look on his face." Hey Tony , why does it seem like we're not the favorite group to be associated with. I'm students would rather blindly follow people like that small girl(Pamela) with her group of horny boys and clueless girls. I guess people doesn't like order." He looks at his metal canteen and smashes it between his hands until it was completely pulverized." I'm gonna go train in my office for the rest of the day." He walks away from the table.

[User] Sol was once again impressed by Meruin's abilities, 13 more spells. If they had the power typical of Meruin's spells then it was quite a note worthy feat indeed. "I think I'll get myself a role on student council tomorrow when we receive our bracelets and can begin officially dueling for rank." he said considering whom to challenge and then mentally shrugging, he would just find someone and take their rank. "In any case my stomach informs me it's about lunch time so I at least need so food, have you eliminated such mundane needs or are you do you still eat like the rest of us?" Sol asks jokingly as he begins to walk towards the cafeteria

[Assistant] "You seem to be playing up just how dumb your brother is. Do you dislike him?" Ryan asked honestly. He really was quite clueless about these social situations. He also wondered where Meruin was. She was undoubtedly here. "Ahh, so you are number 6. How exciting, I cannot wait for our Gauntlets to arrive." He smiled a genuine smile for once then looked at Marcus. He observed Tony and quickly came to a conclusion based off of how he acted. "Is he number 5?" He asked without looking at either of them, instead focusing on Tony.

[User]
"Ah, well, if you need a recommendation on who would be a good fight, you can ask me - unless I'm the one being challenged, of course," she said. "And indeed, I still need to eat, and even if I did not, I would still do so. I find eating quite enjoyable, don't you know?"

Meruin followed Sol to the cafeteria. She paused once she caught sight of several familiar faces - not just those of the Student Council. "Hm? Is that . . . ?"

Ryan, also known as Tyler

[Assistant] Ryan suddenly shifted his focus when he saw Sol and Meruin. "Oh crap." He got up and looked at Eris and Lucy. "It was nice talking to both of you." He walked away and towards Meruin. "Hello Meruin, how's your Grimoire?"

[User] Deus took this chance to go train a bit with Marcus. "Hey Marcus, can I come with you, I would like to train with you a little bit at least." Deus said seriously, he wanted to see how strong Marcus was, seeing as how he's #8 in the council, Deus knew he couldn't take him lightly.

[Assistant]
Cruz Meister
Location: Cafeteria

Cruz turned his screen off. Not by the fact that everyone knew his technomagic skills, but that he already knew what the message said. He started to eat his apple as he saw the reunion. The rest of the survivors have arrived, I suppose. Then again, just seeing them is good enough., he thought, while opening a smile.

Agni Blackheart & Cerberus and Lynda "Lyn' Hermit
Location: Outside the Cafeteria
"Hey, Blackheart. How much will you stand there just watching?", Lynda said. They turned to look at the girl who stood behind them. "... Who are you?", he asked. "I saw her... she was watching our fight from the ceiling bars.", Cerberus responded. Agni growled a little, which made Lyn a little bothered. "... What do you want?", he asked. "Nothing from you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go into the cafeteria because I'm hungry. You coming?", she asked. But the answer she received wasn't nice. "Don't fake your charity, if you have any of it. Waste those sweet words with someone else. Cerberus, we're leaving.", he said, walking towards the exit. Cerberus followed him. Lynda shrugged and entered the cafeteria.


[System]
Age: 25
Allegiance: Hope

Regis Nox-Fleuret
Age: 58
Allegiance: Hope

[User]
Looking up to watch Caspain leave Iris felt a pang of guilt, she was putting him in a ridiculously hard situation. It would have been better had we just ignored each other, not let ourselves get tangled up with one another. It was stupid thinking we could freely love one another, that kind of stuff happens in stories not real life. Berating herself she settled back down on the bed to get some rest feeling defeated and like she had lost already, but the one thing she hadn't lost was the fact that through it all Caspain was still alive and had made it back home.

He will be a fair ruler, I'm sure. Cas has experienced so many new things in a very short amount of time, he won't forget the people that helped in the districts. At least if I die, I know their fate will improve, if not now then in time because he won't sit idly by letting it continue. I believe in him. Closing her eyes, she turned on her side grimacing as she still felt sore, the pain was still there but hopefully with some rest it would subside. Plus, she was in a hospital, not the prison right now so she was in the best place. Even if she was a prisoner, they had kept her alive, they could have left her to die in that cell and a part of her wondered what would have happened if they had? Would it have been swept under the rug, she wouldn't have had a funeral, no one would be able to collect her.

What would have happened to my body? A rather grim thought crossed her mind as she thought on what would have happened if she had died in that cell. It's not like she had an affair, any more or land. No will, but then only rich people had wills because they had items and belongings to pass down in life. There wouldn't be a funeral because there was no one to attend, Maisie would have of course, but they wouldn't tell her she was dead. Would it even get announce of her death? It's not like anyone cared about her, well Cas did of course but her death was nothing to the Capital. Nor the rebels after she had betrayed them.

It doesn't matter, I need to shut my brain off and get some sleep. It was hard to just turn her thoughts off, they continued to plague her as she fell into an uneasy sleep with a frown on her face.

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"Ethan, I've managed to pull in some favours, and I've got some painkillers. I'll have to clean out that wound again, it will hurt."

Ethan growled in response, his hand smacking away the tiny bottle of pills from the others hand. White skin covered in bruises, blood stained in various places and gashes adorned his body. They had just barely made it out of the prison with a lot of lives lost, one of them had been his fathers and he would never forgive the Crown. Ethan would never forgive Iris. Grabbing a broken shard of mirror from the table he raised it to his face once more, anger seethed through him as he looked at his reflection. Streaks of blood covered the left half of his face with a blood stained eyepatch over his left eye, an injury that he had received from the fight with the military.

[Assistant]
On the drive back to the mansion, Caspian's thoughts were occupied with fledgling plans to get Iris away from the soldiers before they could throw her back into a cell. He wasn't used to coming up with schemes like this, since he'd always had the power to command Aspiria's armed forces, but apparently things had changed. Now that he and his father no longer aligned in what they believed was best for their prisoner, he no longer had the authority to tell anyone what to do. If he even tried, his father would just negate the order and probably have her killed before he could try to free her again.

He shuddered at the thought, keeping his eyes fixed on the side window as they approached the wrought-iron gate at the edge of the Maydestone estate. Even if he had no prior experience with arranging rescue missions, he'd watched enough movies to get creative. He just hoped that whatever he ended up trying would be enough to keep her safe. Messing up would most likely have fatal consequences, so he had to make sure that he got away with it and didn't leave any trails behind that would point back to him as the one who had taken her from the hospital.

Mulling it over for the entirety of the drive, he didn't come out of his thoughts until the mansion came into sight around the bend. Like everything else he'd returned to, it felt like a dream to be home. He stared absently at the massive building as Jacob pulled the car around to the back and put it in park by the rear entrance, somewhat dazed that after everything he'd been through, he was finally back.

Jacob opened the passenger-side door for him, and he climbed out of the vehicle with the paper bag from the pharmacy in hand, heading inside the massive solid-core doors and pausing in the foyer to look around. Everything was comfortingly familiar. The sight of the plush furniture; the elaborate, Victorian-style decorations; even the homey smells in the air. Although he still had trouble to deal with in regard to Iris's fate, for that moment, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, glad to be back in the place where he'd grown up.

"Tell the cooks to bring lunch to my room," he said to Jacob, who had stepped inside after him. "I'm gonna lay down."

"Yes, Your Highness," the guard bowed, striding off down the hall that led to the kitchen.

Cas turned and made his way to the stairs, climbing them carefully as he still tried to favor his injured left leg. While he really was getting tired and sore as the intravenous medications were wearing off, he wanted to eat lunch in his bedroom to avoid crossing paths with his father. Since the king had made no effort to reconcile with him yet, he didn't want to bump into him in the kitchen and made awkward small talk or end up in another heated fight. He was willing to make amends on his end, but until Atlas was willing to do so as well, he felt like it was better for them to keep their distance from each other unless there was something important for them to discuss.

With that thought in mind, he limped up to his room and closed the door behind him, thankful that he'd managed to get there without running into any of the servants. As he stood with his back against the wooden panel, he paused to take a look around. Everything was exactly where he'd left it the day he'd been abducted, aside from some obvious tidying up that the maids had performed while he was gone. It seemed like even though everyone had thought he was dead, they hadn't felt the need to go through his belongings so soon after his "demise."

Relieved by that, he ambled over to his bed and sat down on the edge, resting his legs as he slipped off the sandals he'd borrowed from the hospital. While he did, he noticed something else about the room that caught his attention: His cell phone was laying on the bedside table, fully charged on its wireless station. He picked it up, curiously soothed by the feeling of the cool, aluminum device resting in his hand, and tapped the screen to turn it on.

"Jesus," he murmured with a grimace as an obscenely long list of notifications appeared before his eyes. Apparently not everyone had gotten the memo that he'd lost his phone when he'd been knocked out in the woods. He had dozens of texts from all sorts of different people. Most were from Jay and Miles, but there were also some from others whom he hadn't spoken to in a long time. It was funny how everyone came out of the woodworks to express their "concern" only after something newsworthy had happened to him. They never cared this much when he was just going through his day-to-day life.

Aside from the texts, he had literally thousands of tags on various social media platforms in the form of miniature obituaries. It seemed like every high born in the capital had written something to the effect of "rest in peace, Caspian Maydestone" on their pages. He was shocked that his supposed death had gotten so much attention, but, then again, he wasn't sure how many of the posts were genuine and how many were just the result of people who wanted to feel like they were part of his life in some way, when they never really were in reality.

Leaning back against the pillows on his bed, he continued to scroll through social media accounts, blogs, news articles, and everything else he could find that was tied to his name. There were a few recent posts about how he had come back to the capital alive—he decided to read those later—but most were about a memorial that had been held for him in the town square a few days ago. There was even a video recording of his father, who had given a speech during the service. He hovered over the square with his thumb, tempted to watch it and see what the king had said about him when he'd thought he was gone. However, after wavering for a few seconds, he closed the tab with a sigh. He wanted to see the clip—after all, how many people had the chance to watch their own memorial services?—but he couldn't let himself get too distracted when he had to focus on freeing Iris.

Suddenly, someone knocked on his door, and he looked up from the phone, "Come in."

"Your Highness, I've brought lunch for you," a maid said as she entered the room and bowed politely. When she righted her posture, he saw a bright smile on her face, giving away her delight to see him. She stepped over to the bed and handed him a tray with a steel dome on top to keep the food warm. "It's tomato soup with a chicken cordon bleu sandwich."

"Thank you," Cas said appreciatively, already salivating at the aroma of the hot meal. It had been a while since the last time he'd had a dish prepared by the royal chefs, and even though this one was simpler than most, he was excited to taste it.

"You're welcome," she bowed again. Leaving him to dine in peace, she turned and strode back over to the door, only pausing once on her way out to say, "It's good to have you back, Your Highness" before she disappeared into the hallway.

Setting his phone aside, Cas dug hungrily into the food. He had to remind himself of the doctor's warning that his stomach might still be sensitive, otherwise he would have wolfed it all down in just a few minutes. The rich spices in the soup were heavenly, and the sandwich practically melted in his mouth. He finished it all and pushed the empty tray aside, sinking down on the mattress with a contented exhale. With something solid in his belly to keep him from getting sick, he also took the first dose of pills from his prescription to ease his pain.

While he waited for the medicine to kick in, he picked up the phone again and studied the black screen contemplatively. Reaching out to anyone felt strange after he'd lost touch with them for a whole week, but he didn't know if he could help Iris alone. Even if he was able to come up with a plan, he wasn't in any condition to move her—or even move quickly, for that matter—while he was still recovering from his wounds. I'm going to need muscle to pull this off, he mused, taking a deep breath as he unlocked the device and opened his contacts. Hoping that he wasn't about to overreach with his request, he called Jay's number and brought the phone to his ear.

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"Ethan, you should take the painkillers."

Scoffing Ethan could hear the audible sigh of Thomas who by now was probably getting sick of him and his anger that he couldn't let go. Who could blame him though? He had been betrayed on several occasions by someone he thought he could love all for the crown which had destroyed the districts. "I. Am. Fine." Cold words left his lips as he drummed his fingers against the table, his other hand gripping the mirror so hard blood started to run down the mirror dripping to the floor.

"Ethan! Pay attention, acting this way you will kill what's last of the rebellion." Thomas snapped forcing Ethan to uncurl his hand and reveal the shard of mirror he had gripped so tight. Tutting to himself as he shook his head, he threw it to the floor and got some tissue to clean up the wound. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but you need to man the fuck up. I get it, they killed your dad, but they also killed most of the rebellion in the attack against that prison. The prince is probably dead along with that whore who betrayed you."

"NO THEY DIDN'T!" Ethan raged as he pulled out a phone, he had swiped it from one of the security team members he had shot in the fight. It had no classified information on it, but it did have contacts and personal information about the guard. "Idiot brought his personal phone along." Muttering under his breath as he unlocked the device and showed it to Thomas, the latest headline reading Prince returns safe and sound. "HE. IS. SAFE."

Shaking his head Thomas snatched the phone and began to read the article sighing heavily, "Well. I didn't expect them to get it out alive, or for him to make it. You did quite the number on him. Iris is probably being executed as we speak, there's no way they'll let her off the hook."

"Oh, I bet they will. I bet HE will. That stupid Prince will find a way. They are both alive and need to pay. They caused my father's death and they will pay for it."

"Alright Ethan, they will pay for it. You know the rebellion is still behind you. We can regroup, reform and get some more members? There is only a dozen of us now. Think though Ethan, they've probably questioned her, she knows certain locations and has probably given them up." Thomas frowned as he picked up the bottle of pills and pushed them into Ethans hands. "We can't move on out of Tonseng, I bet that's compromised. We will have to start thinking of new places."

"Where? Bel Bicis is in a state beyond repair, like the prison now." Ethan hissed as he begrudgingly took the bottle of pills opening it up and pouring a load into his mouth. The pain for his lost eye was intense, he couldn't handle it without feeling angry and wanting to punch someone. Crunching the painkillers in his mouth he took a glass of water washing out the awful taste of the medicine.

"Tonseng has plenty of empty shops we can use for base, no one is going to buy a building there. Not with everything going on. I say we use that as a base for now. There's only a few of us so it will be perfect." Thomas offered a smile as he looked at Ethan who was mulling the idea over.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii
@Lunarlors34 @Zarkun

"I'm fine Cec. Just needed a second or two to catch my breathe. Been a while since I had to do something that strenuous. I might need to pick up my training a bit more." Joshua said before jumping to his feet. Glancing over at Amaya and Cody, he smiled at the former but gave the latter a slight frown. "I don't know why or what they might have done, but you should never let your emotions dictate who you pick a fight with. You'll simply end up dead of getting those around you hurt or worse. However, we got lucky and a lot of allies showed up who could hold their ground.

But for now I agree. Amaya and I need showers, badly. Amaya, we definitely need to disinfect those cuts from your spar with Hunter now. Gods know what might have gotten into them down there. Unless someone here knows healing magic of course."

Amelia Averyonna
@GamerXZ

"I still feel bad. You went out of your way to do that and I just up and left. Even if it was for a good reason, I still feel like I was being selfish." Amelia said, looking at the ground. She didn't forget her manner's though and turned to Alan and Aura, giving them a slight bow, once again being sure not to drop any of the three chus in her arms. "I'm Amelia Averyonna, Master Jamie's daughter. It's a pleasure to meet you two."

She had to wonder how to two newcomers would react, given how her wings were out and in plain view.

Jackie and Aria

Jackie finally returned from her trip and headed to the basement to give Aria her new headphones and music device. The two spent some alone time before coming up, Jackie bringing Aria before Master Jack. Now that they were next to each other and not trying to kill the other, their similarities were even more apparent, even down to their finer facial details. Jackie spoke first.
"She has agreed not to attack or escape if we let her out and move about. I know I've acted without permission, but I thought we might give her a chance. I apologize in advance." She said, bowing to Jack while Aria watched the guild master closely. Her magic was still sealed off, so she was virtually powerless against the man and therefore a little fearful of what he might do, even if he had been kind to her before. She had always witnessed swift retribution to those who acted on their own and against the Master's will.

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Tamashii Alan and Aura listened patiently, not bothering to interrupt the two as they talked. Eventually, Amelia took notice of them and the two bowed to her. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Averyonna," Alan began as he motioned to himself and his friend, "I'm Alan. Alan Smith, and this is my friend, Aura."

Alan wasn't going to comment on Amelia's wings for a couple of reasons. One, it would probably be seen as rude. Two, he and his partner had seen their fair share of unique individuals in their travels. Third? Well, he travelled with a Sprite of all creatures, whom in turn found humans to be rather odd at times. As a result, he wasn't in a position to judge.

Aura though was a bit more vocal, "Cool Wings."

[User]
Amaya Vanisis and Cecilia

Where: Crocus Park
With: several people@Joshua Tamashii@Zarkun@Lunarlors34

"as you say mother hen"she said letting go as she floated over to cody landing on his head as she plugged ehr neck from the smell.

"how can anyone stand smelling horrible."Said amaya as she looked towards james "thanks for helping above..sorry we still have slayer hunters after all this time...i thought i kept my magic hidden well enough."said amaya before looking at joshua "we are going to train more and like i said my ice has covered all my wounds i shouldn't have any infections but I can heal myself...I just need rest."She added

"anyways we need to find jamie and warn her of the shadow guilds and find out why they still want to hunt slayers."said amaya gently

[Assistant]
Lazarus

Lazarus dusted himself down after having collided with Zephyr. It wasn't in his nature so much now, but he used to be a huge celebrity. But maybe it was just teenage girls that threw themselves at him. "Yeah. It's Lazarus." He paused. "Phoenix wing's light god slayer." He had paused because he wasn't really sure what to call himself, what with his slayer magic becoming temperamental. There was so much racing through his mind, his past, his copy, zeref, all looming over what could be Sasha's pregnancy. He and Sasha had decided that they couldn't do anything about his copy, even investigate him, at least until the games were over. He squeezed Sasha's arm a little tighter. "Let's go." He said bluntly as ever. "Unless you're joining us?" He asked Zephyr.

[User]
Mayt -- Middle of NowhereFoul Language Warning

Mayt grunted as he tried to pull the door to the front of the train open with his good arm, but it was stuck fast. After a few long moments of pulling on it mayt groaned and let go, stumbling back a few steps and gently pacing his hand over his right ribs. Damn that hurt.

"Need a little help getting that open?" The voice surprised Mayt so much that in his earnest to turn around and see who it was that had spoke he almost fell off the locomotive. It was a woman that seemed very familiar, though he couldn't quite place her, other than that she was one of the other survivors of the train.

"Yeah, would be appreciated. I figure they probably have a lacrima to tell the company they had a problem in there, hopefully it isn't broken like everything else that was on this train when it blew," Mayt replied, stepping to the edge and holding his hand down to help the woman up onto the side of the vehicle. She took it, though used it as little as possible to get up over the edge, knowing he was injured.

"I guess there may be a shred of decency in you," she would say as she approached the wedged door, looking down at it and trying to determine how they should get it open.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mayt demanded, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Remember when you killed that guy four or five hours ago?" she mentioned, before kicking the door near the handle. It practically flew open, and Mayt couldn't help but blush at his mistake. It had a handle, so he had just assumed it opened outward. At least he remembered where he recognized her from now.

"Oh, right, you were the woman who came to my room to yell at me about how much of a bad boy I was," he said semi-sarcastically, shoving his arm in his pocket.

"Indeed," she would laugh before climbing down into the locomotive, having to fall a few feet to the far side of the vehicle before beginning to look around. Mayt followed her only to the edge of the door. He realized that if he went down it would be an ordeal getting back up and out of there with a broken arm and damaged ribs.

"By the way, I never caught your name," he called down after her, decided to just carry on the conversation as if they weren't worried about dehydration.

[color=lightlblue]"Just call me Sam, Mayt. Ah, here is the lacrima you were talking about,"[/color] she would yell back in response to him, before disappearing from the small window of sight Mayt had through to door to approach the lacrima. He sighed inwardly and sat down with his legs hanging into the cab of the engine while he halfheartedly listened to Sam explain to the person on the other end of the lacrima what exactly the trouble they were experiencing was. Apparently, they didn't have very many protocols about terrorist attacks on trains in the middle of nowhere.

After what felt like hours, Sam finally finished with the conversation and Mayt had almost dozed off lying back against the cold metal of the train. Getting hit by a fireball then blown up really wore a person out. Especially after all the adrenaline finally stopped circulating into every ounce of one's being. Sam climbed back out of the train and headed off after only a few more short words with Mayt, determining he had all but decided that he was going to sleep where he was for the night. His dreams that night were troubled, to say the least.


[System]
AD VICTORIAM

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Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
Alias: Omen

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Melee, Energy Weapons, Unarmed

SPECIAL:
S: 7
P: 5
E: 7
C: 5
I: 7
A: 4
L: 5

Gear/inventory:

* One-Handed Vertibird Blade (Handle is chopped down)
* T-60f power armor with Kryptek Typhon camo (Or dark hexagon if you don't feel like googling)
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* Standard survival supplies (canteen, military rations, matches etc.)

History:
Growing up in the Brotherhood may seem easy to those on the outside, but its what they don't see that makes it hell. When Ezekiel was 10 he became a Squire like all Brotherhood children, except being the son of a Paladin, he had some higher expectations. By 14 he was carrying weapons into the field. By 15 he killed his first raider. From that first kill, his future was set. At 18 he was made a Knight and to celebrate, he was given the opportunity to accompany his father on a sweep of some local ruins. Super mutants inhabiting the ruins fled at the sound of the vertibird, hearing death approach can work through the thickest of skulls. Once on the ground, the duo set up camp and waved the vertibird crew off hoping the mutants would return. Night approached and no mutants had been seen since they arrived. As this was his first true mission, he was given first watch. Staying alert in the wasteland only helps you up to a certain point, that point has a name which is instilled in the hearts of all people in the wasteland, Deathclaw. The beast ripped through a small door set at the back of the building they were staying and before Ezekiel could so much as fire a shot, it was on him. He managed to only get thrown through a weakened concrete wall while his father attempted to slay the beast. T-45 power armor was like tissue paper to the beast and his father like a sardine in a can. Ezekiel could only watch as the beast was then gunned down by the returning vertibird.

After two years of missions and constant devotion, Ezekiel was named Paladin and became Head Paladin of a new bunker only months later. After another two years he managed to earn the rank of Star Paladin. Receiving a mission to relink all of the Brotherhood, he set out across the wasteland. A year later he returned to the Elders with the news that the Brotherhood was too far spread to be successfully integrated as a whole at the current time. For his honesty and for the service he had given, he received the rank of Paladin Lord and given one last order, "Go South."

[User]
Carver stood up, and glanced back at Chek as he did so. The imposing Ghoul's expression was unreadable to most, but Carver could tell that he was interested in this proposal and that he better jump in quick. Carver nodded and sighed, slipping his hands in his pockets within his drifter jacket, striding over. All of this talk, accusations, and money squabbling. He was just about to speak when a Brotherhood of Steel Knight entered, and he blinked, taken aback a bit. Well, he'll be of good help. If anything he'll distract whatever is out there just as much as this curiously intelligent Super Mutant so I can get a clear shot.

"Either way." Carver said aloud to himself, and slipped in between the crowd and stood right before the woman proposing this venture. Disheveled hair, caramel skin, and 5 o'clock shadow made him seem like an up and coming bi-racial western movie character. He doubted anyone here had seen any actual movies though. "1,000 a piece is fine by me, ma'am. But if you can spare 1,150 for each, that sounds good too. No pressure though. I'll scavenge along the way. Same with my friend." he said, his thumb pointing backwards at Chek at the table.

"We'll be your guards, or mercenaries. Whatever the term is you want to use. I think you'll find both of us together makes for about 4 other men, or 3 and a half Super Mutants. Believe me, I did the math." he said with an amiable smile.

[Assistant]
Victoria thought over for a moment. The proposal that the female wastelander made was valid. Victoria spoke up finally, "I am not despite enough to gather a group together that I would pay any amount for mere cannon fodder. I am willing to pay you what you have asked for because I do need a group. I cannot do this on my own with any efficiency."

Victoria's eyebot beeped impatiently. Victoria waved her hand and the eyebot departed and floated out the tavern with some urgency. Victoria looked around at all the volunteers, "The first task of this expedition is to establish an outpost on the edge of the Everglade jungles. If you want to stop there you may. However, the main task is to push South and locate the ruins of Vault 38. Any Local can tell you the myth of the Vault dwellers that first surveyed that Vault. They activated a GECK and now the Everglades are once more. However, it is wrong. It has gone beyond its intent. In the last 30 years over half of Florida has now become covered by its jungle. And it continues, I plan to stop it before it takes over everywhere." Victoria stopped herself and refocused, "That is a task for a later time. I need a group to go clear land from the monsters squatting on it. I leave tomorrow at dawn. Any more Questions?"

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Victoria's eyebot floated through the streets of New Hope till it came to a source of a radio signal that had gotten its attention. It stopped when it found Mr. Gutsy 5186. It beeped happily at the Mr. Gutsy while bobbing up and down in the air.

[User]
A great deal was happening in such a short time span, but that was to be expected when such an obviously important event was occurring. Others quickly agreed to joining Victoria, while a female quickly launched into negotiations mode. To Joshua's immense surprise, she argued that he should receive the most pay, pointing out his rocket launcher as an asset. The mutant would have gladly accepted the advertised 1,000 caps as the cause was worth it, in his mind. Finding their way to a vault which has caused the spread of dense, dangerous jungle, and putting an end to it? That sort of thing would make the land safer for everyone. Still, 1,300 for his services. He shot the woman an approving nod as a form of gratitude. Hopefully she truly thought he would be a good asset as an equal, rather than simply trying to take advantage by getting on the good side of the "big, scary mutant."

Meanwhile, the most bizarre looking... Person that Joshua had ever seen accepted Victoria's offer, calling her "birdie." He looked human, but he looked ghoul too. It was... Unsettling. Joshua had seen a lot in his 200 years, but never once had he come across something that was just so... He lacked any words to describe such a sight, thus he forced his mind away to focus on other matters.

The old hunter, whom he now knew to be named Elias Lewellyn, attempted to shame Joshua. The mutant completely ignored the old man. He was pleasantly surprised, however, that Lewellyn was actually putting in the effort to clean up the mess. That was something Joshua would never have thought he'd actually do. Perhaps they could reach an accord after all and work on friendly te-Aaaaand then the old man insulted not just Joshua, but all of mutant kind. Rage boiled through his blood as he restrained himself from blowing the old man into a million pieces, or smashing his head in with a brahmin femur. He could do it. He could get away with it, too. But if he did, he'd be regressing relationships between mutant kind and the others back. With this in mind, Joshua took a deep breath, and calmed himself. Just focus on how he's cleaning up the corpse, just like you were going to after securing your position in this group.

Focused so much on preventing his rage from boiling over, Joshua had nearly missed the other large, imposing figure in the room remove his clock and reveal himself to be Brotherhood. Paladin Lord Ezekiel Crane he called himself before looking ready to get into a fight, like just announcing himself was going to be enough to start a shootout or something. Get over yourself. That's what he wanted to say, but what he did say came about as a result of his curious nature. "What chapter are you from, Paladin Lord Crane?" he inquired in his deep, booming voice, attempting to be as cordial as possible.

Meanwhile, a human with a ghoul companion also volunteered for this expedition. He then made the most audacious boast Joshua had ever heard about the two of them being worth "three and a half super mutants." Joshua took exception to such a statement, but not for the reasons people might think. "That's crap and you know it. No individual is worth another, we all have different skills, personalities, and values... Besides, from what I've seen of my brothers in the area, it doesn't take very much to be their betters." He added that last bit with a small chuckle before taking another swing from his barrel of wine.

[Assistant]
Unlike so many other places he had been, he didn't seem to attract any gunfire here. In his travels Ezekiel had been shot at least two or three times every time he walked into a town. Some people just didn't like the Brotherhood. As he relaxed slightly a super mutant approached carrying a barrel of something akin to wine like it was a teacup and said
"What chapter are you from, Paladin Lord Crane?"
Ezekiel was surprised that anyone at all this far south knew enough about the Brotherhood to ask that question, let alone a super mutant, but replied with only the slightest of pauses, turning to face the large figure.
"I'm originally from the Lost Hills chapter, and you must be from Mariposa."

Ezekiel had never known a super mutant to drink but he had never known that many super mutants that could say more than "You die now!" or "Kill!". The Brotherhood records on super mutants leave the subject of alcohol quite empty.

[User]
Victoria waited for a good while before speaking again, "Ok, I guess there is nothing else. I need to go make sure my beloved Eyebot is ok. People love to take puck shots at it when i am not around. I will depart tomorrow at Dawn. If you are not there, I will depart without you and I will not have to pay you. Anyways, the next round of drinks is on me if you have joined me."

Rusty chuckles, "Girl, you still owe me a new robot. But I will just add it to your tab."

Victoria finally got out of the stage and walked out the door without talking to anyone else.

[Assistant]
Slag turned one of his three eyestalks to face the eyebot. As it only responded in a beep, he chose to respond in transmission instead. A much faster way to communicate than inefficient audio transmissions across acoustic waves that might be interpreted by the red commie menace. He rose to attention and saluted with his 6 point articulation pincer arm.

~I would admit I am surprised that the Red Witch is a robot, but then again, so am I. Gunner operative Mr. Gutsy identification number 5186, Reporting for duty, Ma'am! I am under final orders to report to you for further duties as my superior was relived of command. My previous duties involved engineering and repairing both energy weapons as well as the attempted restarting of fusion vehicles. It was belived to propose a serious tactical advantage.~

[User]
Joshua was slightly caught off guard by the paladin's answer, but wasn't terribly surprised by it. After all, he had made the journey all the way across the former USA from California to Florida. Why couldn't this paladin as well? Still, he looked to be on the young side for a human, so it was a little surprising he hadn't been born into the DC chapter. Before he could respond to the words of this Brotherhood soldier, the woman that had hired them gave a final address, stating that the next round was on her and where to meet, or be left behind. Joshua smiled quiet and content through the cheers that erupted from the gesture. She'd regret that promise. He would make sure of it.

"You're a long way from home, paladin lord Crane. You're right though, I came from Mariposa, though originally I lived in a vault. Both were a long long time ago. But enough reminiscing. We'll have plenty of time to talk when our group departs." Without another word, Joshua pushed passed the Brotherhood codenamed Omen and stopped at the bar, setting his barrel of wine down on the counter. He then spoke to Rusty with a smile. "Bartender. Another."

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The next morning, Joshua sat at the edge of the meeting place. He had been here for many hours, and hadn't slept in all that time. Not that he didn't need to, but mutants required far less than humans did and he had had a pretty lazy day. Besides, sitting in one place, unmoving, it didn't eat up much energy, so as it was only a few minutes before dawn he felt quite refreshed and energetic. Joshua poured the last of his wine into his mouth, swallowed with a gulp, and set the barrel down gently on the ground. Alcohol resistance was another perk to being a super mutant, so thankfully his downing all that drink didn't inebriate him in the slightest. Of course, mutants weren't perfect, and Joshua was overcome with a sudden sense of urgency, that same one that affects all living creatures when they inevitably remember that what goes in must also come out.

The mutant stood, stretching his limbs out, then rushed over to the nearest structure he could find, then with a deep, heavy sigh, began to relieve himself.

[Assistant]
Ezekiel nodded in response to the woman's final address and to the mutant taking his leave. Returning to the bar he grabbed a bottle of vodka, paid for by the woman of course, and left quietly to find a dark corner he could catch some sleep in. Dimming all of his equipment, he settled his armor in a more comfortable slouch and fell asleep within minutes.

The gentle sound of music bubbled up inside Ezekiel's helmet as it prodded him awake. After a short time, he bagan the rigorous field boot of his armor and dragged his armor out of the slouch he had slept in. After stretching out a little, he took stock of his surroundings and determining that he was alone, he decided to wash. Opening up his armor and peeling himself out the back of it took some effort after being inside of it for two days straight. He stripped off the bodysuit and began washing. A few minutes later after having done some extra stretching, he wiped out his suit and got back into the armor.

As he arrived at the meeting place, he heard the sound of a burst water valve and wondered what had happened. After a few moments he spotted the mutant next to some structure appearing to relieve himself and the puzzle was solved. Standing nearby he turned away and waited for the rest of the expedition to arrive.


[System]
Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Height:
5'9"

Weight:
166lbs

Personality: Gregor is a pragmatic man, not concerned with niceties or due process in favor of doing what is necessary for the good of the city. His morality is fairly questionable, willing to overlook a lot in the name of the greater good for folks, whatever that might be defined as. While not outright corrupt, he is flexible, and can often overlook a lot in favor of getting the bigger fish, as the saying goes. Sure, some small fry might be able to skip out, but get the big ones and the little ones are left without their grand leadership. He can justify just about any of his actions through clever wording and rather flexible definitions on the rule of law. It's never theft, just reallocation of resources for State use. Murder is resisting arrest, Gregor really has no problem with bending the rules to bring in the worst. Fight fire with fire, as they say.

Bio:
Gregor was born to a gang leader, his mother a clerk within the Police force who was used for her contacts and information she could feed to her husband to keep him out of reach of the police while living in above average housing, out of reach of the leaking barriers of the city. He was orphaned rather quickly when his parents were caught in an information exchange and killed in the crossfire, leaving him orphaned and growing up in such an orphanage before joining the police force, going through their academy at the young age of 18 years old. At first, he would be a model cop, upholding every law in the fullest and trying to be the model police officer for the force. But he kept running into red tape and never catching the important targets when so many small fish and sheer numbers of petty criminals got in the way of his work.

Gregor started bending in small spots, figuring he could stop after getting who he needed to get to. But it got surprisingly easier, letting the small ones slip by in return for getting better info on the bigger ones, and his ability to flex the rules only grew, as did his pragmatism, especially after undergoing the intensive operations and gene therapy to increase his speed and agility. Some might blame that program, but it was a long, steady slide down a dark and slippery slope that Gregor fell along. He wasn't corrupt to the point of ignoring any crime for the right price, but he was playing with the rules in a dangerous way, too far and he would be no better than the criminals that he was going after. And in regards to Children of the Dark, he had hunted his fair share, they were typically innocent of any crime except existing, but there was no lee way with them, so that was that. He reached a firm, but dead end, posting as a detective in the force, where he was happy to relax and work at, having plenty of freedom of operation to do what he saw fit to solve cases and hunt the Children when they cropped up.

Skills:
Close Quarters Battle
Tracking
Operating Technical Devices
Detective Work

Tech:
Genetic Overhaul Program - Gregor is one of the first successful graduates of the GOP, or Genetic Overhaul Program, which was implemented to give certain members of the force an edge over increasingly dangerous Children of the Dark that normal tech could not, alone, overcome. The program intended to enhance agility or strength through genetic conditioning, eliminating genes that negatively impacted these traits while promoting the growth of genes that did. The initial tests failed miserably, but in time, at least by the time Gregor enrolled, it was finally becoming reliable. Gregor has inhuman speed and grace, although his metabolism is far higher to make up for the increased energy consumption.

Domino City Police Department Armor - Gregor's personal variation on the DCPD uniform, primarily to compensate for, and make up for, the enhanced agility. The armor itself uses a unique hard plate design over the vital areas, with an impact gel weaved in between the plates to compensate for the kinetic energy of rounds as well as absorb the energy from attacks that burn through the plates. Ironically, rounds that are potent enough to punch through the plate aren't remotely affected by the gel layer. Beyond his body armor, he has external mechanical amplifiers that enhance his strength without affecting his agility in a fight, and can be disabled and detached without slowing him down, if need be. Lastly of unique note is his helmet, which covers multiple spectrums of vision as well as providing protection against gasses and other harmful effects aimed at visual or respiratory systems.

M4X Match Carbine - Gregor took a personally bought match grade carbine near the beginning of his career and has been retooling and improving upon it over the past twenty years. The open holographic sight on top provides a clear sight picture of anything he is aiming at, while not forcing him to tunnel vision on a single target, while the combined laser/flashlight on the barrel of the weapon can be changed out at a whim. The weapon's integral suppressor reduces recoil, flash, and sound by redirecting the gasses of the round, while utilizing an integral magnetic charger to recover from any losses normally caused by the suppressor. Each round is match grade armor piercing, and the recoil dampening system in the stock helps make the weapon surprisingly dangerous despite overtly appearing to be a moderately altered carbine.

Possessions:
Secure PDA
Pack of Cigars
Lighter
Keys to his patrol vehicle

Other: Practices a form of close combat that focuses solely on killing someone as fast as possible, with whatever he can get his hands on. Whether this means literally killing someone with their shattered arm, or otherwise, each move is designed to maximize damage, and minimize the amount of time spent in a fight.

[User]
Leila

Leila waited patiently for her drink. It had been over 10 minutes now, and there was no sign of the waitress. It's not that she was in a hurry; she had the day off after all, but being in public for too long-especially with the way things had been lately-wasn't the smartest idea. Leila looked down at some of the blueprints she had brought with her to keep he mind occupied. If luck was on her side, she would avoid the police for the remainder of the day and would be able to safely return home tonight.

"Here you go," the waitress said with a lack of enthusiasm as she approached the booth. Leila quickly thought of an insult in her mind but she knew better than to say it out loud.

"Thank you," Leila replied as she smiled at the waitress to fake being pleased with the service. After taking a quick sip, she turned her focus once more to the blueprint in front of her. The workload that Dr. Chaddrick had imposed on Leila was a bit overwhelming, but protesting against it was useless. He didn't care for petty complaints, and there would always be someone ready to replace her within hours if it came down to it. Without paying much attention to her surroundings, Leila continued with the task at hand hoping to return to Dr. Chaddrick with a solution rather than with additional doubts.

[Assistant]
Odin

Odin stepped out of a warm shower and wrapped a towel around his wet body drying off and did the usual steps taken after a good washing. His morning wasn't hasty or chaotic as you'd think someone with metal prosthetic limbs morning would be. It was a normal humanish morning in a not so normal day, yet another topic that often sent Odin into a deep almost bottomless pit of thought. Each day normal was supernatural events occurring every second when back then supernatural things were way out of the ordinary. Odin roamed his home with a towel wrapped around his waist covering everything from his waist down. On the living room couch his clothes laid awaiting his arrival.

A black short sleeved T-shirt that said "10 Men" which was probably a terrible pun to his self being since he was a cyborg. The often serious man had no choice but to wear the clothing since the person who placed them there was someone he owed dearly. He quickly dressed himself in a white beater, the black T-shirt, boxers, socks, and dark gray jogging pants. After he was finished he began to slip into his thoughts about the 'normal day' thing and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Oi! What are you doing!?" A feminine voice with a small hint of a English accent called out to him. Odin quickly snapped out of his trans and gave the loud woman his attention. She smiled her face full of happiness and pointed towards the kitchen soon walking in the direction of it.

"Katherine...." Odin spoke following the young woman to the kitchen. "...don't bother me when I'm thinking about something-." He added on as he entered the kitchen after her but was interrupted by Katherine. "Yeah yeah! Yah always deep in thought and I always bother yah that ain't ever gonna change now eat yah breakfast." As always Odin was defeated by her quick rebuttals and sat down eating his breakfast. This woman that spoke to the notorious Odin as if he was a teenager is named Katherine. She lives with Odin and repairs him now and then when he needs them. Odin usually doesn't even speak to people but Kat somehow out smarter him and managed to go as far as ending up living with him.

They're terms of relationship is that of a brother and sister with disputes that aren't always won by our robotic friend. While Odin ate his breakfast Kat paused eating her cereal and looked over in his direction wearing his causal smile. "I gave you those upgrades you asked for! Yah know! Installing that Fog detector thingy!!" Odin simply peeked up from his food and then looked back down at his plate. "The way you say it make it sound like a toy." He replied nibbling on a piece of a pancake. Kat smiled, she was a true tech nerd to the heart and loved tinkering so sometimes she couldn't help calling things she tinker with her toys. "Well.....whatever you say I installed it into your left arm! Its cool and everything! Like a computer compacted into your arm basically!" She quickly started to ramble on about how cool the detector was, how it spoke, and how it can navigate him towards the origin of the detected fog. She also mentioned how she snuck into his chambers at night to give him all these amazing upgrades. "Wait! You can't just ramble over sneaking into my room!" Odin shouted jumping to his feet and heading towards the door. Kat simply continued to smile an innocent smile as Odin exited their home pouting each step he takes. She knows he couldn't stay made at her and started to clean the kitchen humming as she did so. Odin sucked on his teeth and walked in the direction of the outer ring. Maybe hunting down some problem starters would get his mind off Kat sneaking into his room.

[User]
Gregor was half asleep at his desk, cup already drained of coffee, feet propped up on the desk while he snoozed. His coat was hung up on the coat rack next to his desk, burnt out cigar resting in the ash tray while its owner was clearly not overly invested in the days activities. It was an off day, he wasn't on any specific case and he didn't go out on beat patrols anymore, he wasn't sent usually and kept around just in case. More like to keep a close eye on him, he would tell most folks who asked, and his rifle and gear was in the armory right now, he usually didn't even bother having to go through grabbing the stuff since most days ended with him heading home, having done some paperwork, maybe some interrogations or footwork. Made him regret taking the detective billet some days, but hell, he had enough good times to put up with the slow bits.

"GREGOR!"

Gregor snorted, nearly falling out of his chair, feet landing with a heavy thud as he spun the chair around to face his boss, an easy smirk on the detective's face. The man wasn't the overall, powers that be boss, but he was above him and usually dispatched him just to get him to go away. Which worked just fine with him. "Mornin' boss, interrupted a rather nice dream. And she was getting to the good bit too..." The man looked like he was trying to not smack Gregor, or try to, they both knew he would never have laid a finger on him without the detective allowing it. The man tossed a dispatch report, seemed like Child activity was on the rise, and he was getting sent out to do a witch hunt, as the old saying went. "Finally have something for your lazy ass to go do today. Reinhardt is off on his personal crusade again, so that leaves you to show some new guy the ropes. Head out to see if Reinhardt needs a hand, yes he's still your superior, and try not to get the rook killed, please?"

Gregor mockingly groaned, rolling his eyes and leaning back in the chair, feet going back up onto his desk. "You're letting some young, impressionable rookie come out with me? Boss, you shouldn't have. I love making new friends, I'll teach him everything I know." The older man scowled angrily at the detective, grinding his teeth briefly before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. Gregor still had his amused expression, clearly having too much fun cranking up the man, who's temper was rather well known. "I swear to any god that is left, Gregor, if you do anything stupid, I will string you up by the short and curlies from the office flagpole, you hear me?!" Gregor, just to spite the man, just gave him a knowing grin before walking off, waving vaguely in the man's direction. "Let rookie know to meet me in the garage, I'll have the patrol car warmed up, if he feels like tagging along after whatever you decide to tell him."

Gregor was casual to walk into the armory, most of his gear wasn't terribly complicated. His ace came from his genetics, not his equipment, unlike ol' blowhard Reinhardt. That man was teched out to holy hell, Gregor kept to a rather more old school, yet no less reliable, system of genetic augmentation and external attachments to his gear. That, and his rifle was probably the finest tuned in the precinct, which gave him an edge at a couple paces out, relatively speaking. Grabbing said rifle, and a couple magazines to stuff into his vest, he walked back past his desk to grab a couple miscellaneous items, the old Fog Detector, thing, included. He preferred visual evidence to this glorified Geiger counter, but hell, if it worked, it worked. Heading back down to the garage, he hopped into his patrol vehicle, an older model of hover craft that could still swap over to wheels instead of being purely hover. Sure, the hover wasn't nearly as smooth a ride, but it was nice to have back ups. Cycling channels on the radio, he worked on finding ol' Reinhardt before giving him a call, if he could find him. "Hey Rein, its Greg, how are you holdin' up, boss? Listen, some rookie and I are about to be heading out on a spin of the Industrial Rim, need a hand with that lady friend of yours?"

Len