[System]
Nickname: "Metapsychical" (In business) "Gem" (Shorthand in TCG community) "Amethyst" (D-scanner alias)
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Nationality: American

Appearance:
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Notable Talents/Skills:
- General knowledge
- Eidetic memory
- Coding in several languages
- Multilingual

Card Deck:
- Her Digi-Battle TCG circuit deck consists of cards revolving around the twin digimon Victorygreymon and Zeed Garururmon, with a strategy of shooting for a fast victory while preparing for a drawn out battle if her initial onslaught fails. This earned her the nickname of "Gemini" among her local TCG players, who quickly shortened it to simply "Gem," which later on inspired her online username.
- In contrast, her Digimon CCG circuit deck is built around using several Demon Lord and Royal Knight digimon, with support mostly consisting of debuffs for her opponents and digivolving as fast as possible to have an overwhelming and lightning-fast offense.
- However, the deck she uses for D-scanner battles is built around the idea of "no surprises," and has cards that hold no general theme as a result but allow for her to react to nearly any strategy temporarily. Despite the lack of cohesion, this approach combined with her perfect memory has allowed her to keep a loss ratio of under 3%, though her win ratio is in large part made up of connection failures from annoying her opponents into quitting.

Personality:

Due to her love of digimon and her respect for the accomplishments it's made, she dreams of one day working for D-Connect. While she'd prefer to do so in an official capacity, she'd be equally content working with them freelance. She considers her current work as a stepping stone toward that goal.
While she knows it isn't the case, and has been able to replicate the code from scratch in several languages, she pretends that her personal D-Scanner (and her previous generation V-pets) holds an actual living digimon in it and cares for it deeply. Even the replica digimon she makes she can't bring herself to do much experimenting on, as if she were confronted with the prospect of dissecting her own pet hamster.

Background:
Born to a father who works for a large electronics company and a college-professor mother, Violet has never wanted for anything. Being home-schooled by her high-expectation mother, she spent her days sleeping and finding entertainment in cartoons and anime while her nights were spent cramming an entire public school education in semester sized chunks at a time. Having a nearly perfect memory made the process quick and relatively painless, leading her to develop a detached personality, as if life were just something to do for the sake of doing. Her father got her interested in anime at a young age, and digimon quickly became one of her regular interests.
Coming from a family with money, she was able to experience nearly everything digimon as soon as it came out, and went so far as to teach herself several languages just to be able to enjoy the more obscure (often fan-made) material and the original versions of the shows and manga. It was this fascination with digimon that first sparked her desire to learn programming. Her dream of making real digimon became so all-encompassing that she began ignoring her studies entirely despite her mother's insistence.
At age 12, her mother made her a deal that she couldn't help but accept; if she could finish the rest of the schooling that her mother wanted from her in one year, her mother would use her position as a college professor to request an early taking of a GED test, allowing Violet to spend the entirety of her teenage years doing whatever she wanted. And so she consumed everything that she came across, getting not only the equivalent of a high school education, but quite a bit of a college education as well. The day after her thirteenth birthday, she completed the testing for a GED with a perfect score in four of the five categories. (Ironically, it was mathematics that wasn't up to snuff.) She's spent the months since then working under the alias "Metapsychical" as a "white hat hacker," working with companies to find weaknesses in their security for a fee in the hopes that she'll somehow find the inspiration and knowledge she needs to finally create an AI that could be considered truly "alive." All the while she's been alternating between very active and completely off the radar in the card game circuits and the D-Scanner game circuit, usually with an inverse relationship to her inspiration for her attempts at making digital life. She collects illegal D-Scanner cards in an attempt to learn D-Connect's programming language from them, but so far has been largely unsuccessful.

- Runs a Terriermon on her D-Scanner.
- Uses Viral Digivolution, Dark Digivolution, and Slide Digivolution cards in her strategy.
- Won a special non-region locked highest rarity version of the DigiMental of Hope card from a national CCG tournament that her strategies revolve around.
- Used to run a Bancholeomon on the most recent V-Pet before the D-Scanner's release.
- Keeps and continues caring for all her V-Pets since her very first.
- Specially retired Bancholeomon from battling to prevent egg-reversion after getting her first D-Scanner.
- Her first D-Scanner malfunctioned but she was able to transfer Terriermon to her second/current one.

Nickname: Kuro
Species: Lopmon
Appearance: YukiBotamon - Moonmon - Lopmon - BlackGatomon - Andiramon - Valkyrimon
Gender: Female
Evolutionary Line: Yuki Botamon - Moonmon - Lopmon - Black Gatomon - Andiramon - Valkyrimon
Attacks:
 YukiBotamon:
Diamond Dust - Fires a small bubble of freezing ice from its mouth.
 Moonmon:
Dark Burst - Spits out a ball of dark energy.
 Lopmon:
 Tiny Twister - Causes a tiny tornado by spinning its ears like propellers.
Blazing Ice - Fires shots of super-cool air from its mouth.
Lop Punch - Slaps the enemy with one of its ears.
Lop Rush - Repeatedly slaps the enemy with its ears.
Spinning Slap - Windmills its ears in midair to slap repeatedly.
Lop Balloon - Spreads its ears, enabling it to fall or glide slowly.
Dash Twister -Spins along the ground, slapping the foe.
 BlackGatomon:
 Lightning Paw - Punches at the enemy with its powerful claws at lightning speed.
Lightning Kick - A super-fast flying kick attack.
Cat Tail - A tail whip attack.
Cat's Eye - Hypnotizes the enemy with mysterious power from its eyes.
Dangerous Love - Curses the enemy with a heart-like charm.
 Andiramon:
 Asipatravana - Absorbs the enemy's data from a distance with its hands.
Treasure Axe - Its hands turn into axes to attack.
Bunny Blades - Spins like a tornado and slices at the enemies with its Treasure Axe.
 Valkyrimon:
 Fenrir Sword - It uses its absolute zero demonic sword to freeze the opponent when slashing at it, completely ending their life activity.
Lightning Arrows - Fires arrows that always hit their targets.
Laser Javelin - Summons a javelin and launches an explosion from its tips.
Sanction Storm - Raises a tornado to chastise its foes.
Saint Lance
Hawk Inferno

Personality:

[User]
Violet was in shock. Meeting Mr. Kuroda, getting a D-Scanner that apparently had a real digimon in it, and access to a brand new set of cards? She finally snapped out of it when she heard a voice introducing itself. Though its English was... less than ideal. She double-checked her new D-Scanner to make sure it didn't have an Angemon sent to bring her to the heaven she had obviously died and gone to, once again seeing the digitama that indicated either a Machine-type to be or a SnowBotamon, depending on the stripes that she didn't take the time to look closely at. She finally registered what the... boy, she now noticed, had said.

"Saikin dō?" [What's up?] she replied in Japanese that would pass for coming from a native speaker if the inflection didn't seem a little too perfect to be the relaxed speech that one would have. "Watashi wa V-..." [I'm V-...] Violet paused, realizing the potential difficulty in her name for a Japanese speaker. "... Gem desu. Yoroshiku." [I'm Gem. Nice to meet you.]

A glance at the boy showed that he was much older than her, but she felt that the possible disrespect from her informality would be worth the risk in order to help him feel less walled off from her. She did arrive late, after all, and was visually foreign. She already felt that Japanese had too much formality in it, so breaking the illusion that she's well-mannered was an added bonus.

[Assistant]
Haruka gazed unblinking as the aberrated beast splattered into bits of data. While it seemed able to interact with solid objects, coming as close as splattering on the boy's face, it was soon absorbed by a device suddenly waved about by Ms. Chase. The boy shot a now standardly skeptical look at the machine in question. A scoff left his lips. Had he really been sucked into this illusion? How pathetic. He rolled his eyes, then took a step towards the Bakumon. Still, it was pretty convincing. This must be a pretty expensive set up. What a waste.
 As he gazed at the Digimon, who looked back at him, his expression soured slightly. That superstitious copycat seemed to finish it off, but only by accessing the Dramon Killers. A dry laugh left the boy's lips. Better to win with the cards you're dealt than go as far as cheating or superstitious mimicry, like Mokoto and that other kid with the Gazimon had done. Haruka's eyes shifted about- where had that kid gone?

---

 "So," he casually snarked to Ms. Chase once they were almost at the D-Connect building again, "What is all this actually about? You can't expect me to believe some corporation actually stumbled upon real Digimon," and that was the extent of his communication on the ride.
 After that, Haruka was getting very sick of sitting in the backs of cars, bumpy roads or otherwise. However, his mood stayed about level as they returned to the D-Connect building, where they were introduced to some talking spark. Haruka rolled his eyes as he saw the young girl standing, talking to Mokoto. He was rather fed up with most of the situation, but it had to be fake now. Why would they include such a young child in something that involved real Digimon? Kuroda seemed to be an avid Digimon fan, but even Haruka would have to admit to himself that he wasn't soft in the head, for how jovial he always acted.

[User]
Makoto blinked, her Japanese was pretty good, better than his English at the very least, "Gem... strange name." then again, she came from America, a country that - based on everything he ever heard about it - could be a very strange place. That had him thinking though... did the Cyber Beast threat extend to other countries? If so this was a more serious matter than he first thought. It was too late to ask Kuroda, he had already left to return to work. And Ms. Chase found herself preoccupied with answering Haruka's question.

"And why shouldn't I expect such from you?" she asked Haruka, her eyes narrowing into an almost cold glare, "Microwave ovens, Velcro, super glue, pacemakers, X-ray, even toys like play-doh and slinkies." she was listing a seemingly random number of things. For what purpose, she would soon make clear, "All of those things were "stumbled" on by men and companies by complete accident. Why should something like Digimon be considered any less believable?"

Makoto had to stifle a laugh, she sure seemed to be schooling Haruka pretty good. At the same time though, he couldn't help but make a point of his own, "Microwaves are one thing, but we're talking about living, breathing things made of data. I think we can forgive Haruka for having at least a little skepticism. But even so... Haruka, you saw the Beast and helped take it down with Bakumon. I'm thinking the time for skepticism may be a little past its expiration." after this Makoto decided to turn his attention to Pixelmon.

Upon a closer inspection, 'ball of light' was not the best way to describe her. She was a small, floating mass of pixels that seemed to keep the shape of a butterfly of some kind, "So... can you identify the Cyber Beast we just defeated?"

"Sure I can. Let's... analyze!" at this, she appeared break apart into individual pixels that reformed into a different shape. She looked like a window on a computer screen displaying the shadowy shape of the Cyber Beast from earlier. After a moment though, "Here's our culprit..." the shadowy shape had its color and detail filled in to reveal a Digimon, "...Ogremon. I'm sure of it. That Beast is, or at least was, Ogremon. Poor guy, can't seem to catch a break in any story he's a part of." true, Ogremon usually had the bad luck to end up as some brainless henchmen in the various anime, and apparently that fate followed him here to the real world as well. That also explained why the Cyber Beast was difficult to deal with at first. Ogremon was indeed a Champion level Digimon, coinciding with Commandramon's and Bakumon's initial difficulty in fighting it.

[Assistant] "It's... It's two syllables away from yours." Violet responded. She looked at the other boy and thought for a moment, before deciding to stay quiet and turn back to her D-Scanner. Now that she was taking a closer look at the egg, she realized that it would wind up being a YukimiBotamon, and began deciding on nicknames. Looking through the new cards could wait until it was safely hatched, and the 'Pixelmon' didn't interest her. As a presumably non-living program, priority went towards the soon to be hatched life in her hand.


[System]
Personal Information
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: 21/03
Grade Level: Third-Year
Griffith is large, in part from his height of about six feet. The genetic lottery has supplemented his above-average height with a bulky frame, and through concerted effort he has filled his frame out with musculature to match—though he has avoided excessive bulk. His lips are almost always upturned in a massive grin, and his eyes shine with mirth. His dark hair and eyes contrast his skin, which is paler than most.
Born in Aberffraw in north-western Wales, Iorwerth grew up speaking his native Welsh and, in accordance with UK laws, English. When he was six, business required his parents to move to Japan. While initially temporary, both work and pleasure conspired to have Iorwerth's parents settle in the country permanently.
Gruffydd proves a match for the mirth found in his eyes. He is warm, and amicable to a fault. His deep, echoing laughter is always bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth in response to some good natured ribbing of one of his friends, or even of himself. It is a rare day where he is angry, but when it does happen, it's like he's a completely different person. His joyful eyes turn hard, and it almost always ends in a fight—but to his great fortune, said fights have always been off campus. His capacity for great anger is something that he is deeply ashamed of, but to his dismay not something he has been able to do away with. He finds solace in the stories of his homeland, having great fascination in the tales and beliefs of pre-modern Celtic peoples. Secretly—that is to say, while his parents know, he has hidden it from his peers—Gruffydd is a Reconstructionist—a person who is practicing a long-defunct religion using what little knowledge can be gleaned from scholarly ventures—of the pre-Roman Britons (who lived in what is today England and Wales).

Combat Information
Main Arcana: Moon
Compatible Arcana: Hanged Man, Hermit
HP/SP: 92 HP / 98 SP
Mask: A Stag
Weapon Type: Two-Handed Swords (Slash)
* Weapon: A Shovel – An old shovel. The shaft is chipped and the head is a little rusty. Deals 22 Damage to one foe.
* Armor: Dress Shirt – A simple long-sleeved dress shirt. No Effect.
* Accessory: Analogue Watch. No Effect
* Clothes: Default Clothes

Initial Persona
Name: Herne the Hunter
Arcana: Moon
Origin: The Legend of Herne the Hunter

Cleave
Cost: 5% of HP = 4
Effect: Deals 42 Slash Damage to one foe

Zio
Cost: 4 SP
Effect: Deals 45 Electric Damage to one foe

Garu
Cost 4 SP
Effect: Deals 45 Wind Damage

Rakukaja
Cost: 12 SP
Effect: Increases one ally's defense for three turns. Damage dealt to selected ally descreased by 20%.
* Slash: --
* Strike: --
* Pierce: Str
* Fire: Wk
* Water: Str
* Ice: --
* Electric: --
* Earth: Wk
* Wind: --
* Light: --
* Darkness: Nul

[User]
HP: 99
SP: 19

Downtown Nichibotsu???

Saito impatiently watched the group talk and bicker amongst each other asking what is the this to do, while this masked man, whose is oddly polite and taking the groups questions in strides better the Saito could ever handle. The masked man reminds him of something out of an anime, mostly tuxedo mask, maybe Saito could call him Usagi and see how he reacts to it or if anybody will get the reference. No. That would be to forward of him to give a nameless person a name even if it's a stupid nickname.

Dai, a classmate that Saito faintly remembers not being possessed by what was inside half the students, asked the mask man if he should be called, the masked man seemed puzzled by the question. Hey wait. Does he have your bag? Saito should get it back from him when he's in a talkative mood, he wasn't in one right at the moment, too many weird things to think over and to do, it doesn't feel right to stand around And do nothing. But something inside made him talk when the masked man asked about other worlds.

"We are simply guessing we are in another world but that seems to be the case since those shadows aren't native to our world from what I know, and this looks like ape busted reminds our version of Nichibotsu, and personas are also not from our world." Saito spoke plainly then he went back into silences, now wasn't the time to throw around theories if it isn't to find a way out of here. And it seem the masked thinks the same thing.

Saito sighs and simply followed the masked man quickly as the masked man started to walk off to an unknown location.

?????'? ?????

As Saito and the grouped followed the masked man he had lead them to an oddly clean building and when they entered their was a short women with wings, Saito just narrowed his eyes looking at her in exhausted questioning, he mouthed the words 'what has my life turned into". Saito silently watched the masked man and tiny fairy woman argue about prices and a fairy world. This day is so weird and all around a head ache. Kazuo joked about leaving the arguing pair in the dust, which honestly Saito would be okay with. But they still needed him to find Ms Sasaki, so Saito in a rare moment of light hearted ness shakes his head and shrugged his shoulders In a cause manner. And Trish the fairy called herself could heal them which they could use. And Saito assumed it was the spring that would heal them, and he subconsciously walked at the edge of it and looks down at the water. Saito bent down on his knees and glided his fingers into the water in quick motions to evaluate he spring water and what he felt it was perfect temperature and it felt relaxing on his fingers, even the aches from years of schooling and hand bashing seemed to malt away in moments. It recovered 1 SP.

"...it's nice." Saito remarked to himself.

"...should I jump in...?"

---

HP: 99
SP: 20

[Assistant]
Johnathan - Downtown

Johnathan thought to himself after the white rabbit like individual asked how he would be able to prove it. Johnathan felt a little silly and pretty stupid about it. How could he prove it? Well he didn't try to kill them yet, and it didn't seem like he was going to, so that was atleast a bonus. Johnathan however would still doubt the rabbit, and never let him out of his sight. However he heard the voice of bride [@destinyfailhorror18] speak up, politely asking him to stop swearing. He sighed whilst he shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry, it's a force of habit, it uh... i don't know... helps me ... feel relaxed I guess?" How else could johnathan put it? He was telling the truth. However he felt more relaxed after Bride had casted Media, despite not being injured, it sent a wave of relaxing energy through him, allowing him to feel at ease.

"You... can heal...? That's amazing...!" Johnathan beamed happily. Of course, he could heal as well, but brides seemed stronger than his own. A person who can heal like him, that means if he ever got hurt, he could always rely on Bride for help. Of course, he would rather be the one supporting everyone else, he didn't want to be inferior.

After everyone was in agreement, everyone, with mostly doubt followed the rabbit, Listening to him talk about how he was confused that there is such thing as another world, a world without shadows.

"In all honesty... No nevermind, not the right time for that". Johnathan had to stop himself from making comparisons to this world and the world he comes from. Perhaps if someone where to talk to him about it later he'd open up, but for now, it wasn't necessary. The rabbit also explained he had no name, which johnathan decided to speak up about.

"No name? You don't have a name here? I... Don't know how that feels... This place is so bizarre... it's scary, but you seem at home here... How can you survive with all the shadows? Does anyone..."

Johnathan took a glance at his pretty abandoned surroundings, pretty much signifying that there could have been mass murder here. Johnathan didn't want to continue with his speech and simply asked.

"Hey uh... where are we going?"

The rabbit once again explained, telling them that while they may be healthy, their spirit required mending.

"Sorry but, i'm not a very religious person. Uh... my "spirit" is perfectly fine thank you".

Healing springs Building

It was then the rabbit lead them into the building, which houses a huge spring and a very odd, weird looking fairy. Johnathan lept back in surprise. ("For fuck sake!") He thought ("Can't this place let up on the surprises for a fucking second, i'm going to have a fucking heart attack!")

"What the hell?! A midget! A flying... thing! Ah... what the hell is that thing?!"

Ofcourse, he was ignored, as the rabbit and the fairy got into an arguement. Frowning, he rested his hand on his head and sat down, trying to make sense of everything that was going on. He couldn't make sense of it at all, how could any of this be real? It was bizarre! Ofcourse, he felt it, he knew it was all real, every last second of it. And like it or not, this was his new reality. He just has to suck it up and accept it.

"Phew... Okay... Before we go on... guys... I think we should discuss our Persona's... We can all feel it right? What they're capable of? I don't know why, but when I unlocked my persona, new... memories I think flew into my head... For some reason I know exactly what this persona of mine can do... I can cure a single person at a time, fire lightning... I can... protect people with.. some form of barrier and... I think I can extract malevolent forces out of you guys... like... calm you down or something like that... it's... real hard to explain... What about everyone else?"

[User]
Gruffydd remained a combination of confused and dubious as they followed the rabbit-headed man. He grew even more dubious when they reached the doors. He began to internally panic when the fairy appeared. He was, like most other people, familiar with the image of fairies that had arisen in Victorian England, to which Trish bore a great physical resemblance. But he was also familiar with several older stories. From small children being kidnapped and replaced with look-alike fairies—called Changelings—for shits and giggles, to the Knockers, referred to as the Bwca in his native Wales, who were either pranksters who would knock on the walls of mines to signal an imminent—and often deadly—collapse, or malevolent spirits who would actively take hammers to supports in a mine to cause a cave-in. His ancestors had called them the "Fair Family"—the actual Welsh being "Tylwyth Teg"—out of fear of accidentally offending one with a less unambiguously good name. He had previously thought them largely fictional—a result of conversion to Christianity and the distance of centuries turning the stories and beliefs of pre-Roman Europe into something fanciful. Now, it was clear that assumption was wrong, and now he was terrified.

Granted not all stories had them being horrible malevolent creatures, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Who am I kidding? This place hasn't decided to give us a break once. We're all fucked. She seemed to be distracted by an argument with Rabbit-Head.

Fairy-World? Well, if all the fairies we've had any interaction with were the ones who were banished, then all the frightful stories actually make a lot of sense. Gruffydd nearly jumped out of his skin when Kazuo made his "fairy-dust" comment, but she thankfully didn't seem to notice.

He took to Jonathan's idea as a very welcome distraction. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, I met mine in some kind of clearing, but I'm ninety percent sure that was all in my head, before throwing up that black gunk. Wind and Lightning, he's got this massive sword, and something about strengthening defenses." He sighed before continuing much more quietly, "And now one of the Tylwyth Teg—erm, that's the fairy. This is all so crazy."


[System]
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male

Age: 11

House: Slytherin

Appearance:

He is light skinned and tends to burn rather easily in the sun despite the time he spends outdoors. He keeps his hair generally short, not liking the feel of it being able to touch his face or ears. He is of average height and build for his age, having not quite started growing yet. He is active and so is on the leaner side.

Wand: 11 1/2 inches, Maple with Unicorn Hair, reasonably supple

Pet: Black-banded owl named Fletch he shares with Roy and Judoc

Strengths:
Nolan is excellent at managing his time. While he has to put in plenty of effort into his school work, it robs him of much less of his own time than it would take others. He can work hard and smart enough to make sure he has time to reward himself for his hard work. His resolve helps him out well in this as he has no problem sacrificing his fun in order to do what he needs to do. He is social enough, and for the most part people seem to just like him. He is also fairly athletic and skilled on a broomstick.

Weaknesses:
Nolan is a slow learner, as mentioned and he has to put more effort into anything he does. He has to work harder to get a B than most do to get an A. He can be insecure at times, hating to be compared to anyone. This also makes him competitive as he feels the need to prove to himself that his skill is worth something. He lacks perspective as well, often putting more effort into something than it's worth. He holds a grudge.

Personality: As the youngest of five brothers, he's grown to hate being compared to them, but sees their successes as proof that it's impossible he won't succeed as well. While he seems to lack any of the natural talents his brothers like to show off, he's very proud of the fact that everything he obtains is a result of his hard work (although a little help from family does go a long way). He resents those who's victories come easily to them (what? no, not including his brothers of course....) He doesn't quite know what he wants yet, but he knows he will get it. He's focused traits instilled in him by his father and also very competitive. He is energetic, unable to really be idle for too long. The way he sees it, there's always work to be done or fun to be had. Growing up with four brothers ensures he's made of some tougher stuff. He's never aggressive, but he knows how to take an insult and physically hold his own.

History:Nolan was born to a muggle father and a witch mother. Growing up a half-blood, he felt he got to see the best of both worlds. Being the youngest of five, he came into the family well after his father had grown used to the magical world. Being the youngest also meant that he was often fighting for attention. He was an energetic little kid and he often got in trouble. He has often been compared to his older brothers, never negatively but always in a way that suggest anything he does will not stand out among their talents and accomplishments. When he started school in the Muggle world, it became very clear that he was not the quickest learner. It took him twice the effort to understand concepts that the other children managed to master in what seemed like no time at all to him. His parents, growing concerned for his education enrolled him in after school classes to help him keep pace. He didn't complain, if this was what it took to live up to his family's and his own expectations, well that was fine. With all the extra time he spent on schoolwork, he grew to really relish his free time. He became a fan of sports of both worlds. After all the stories, he is ready for Hogwarts. The idea of being on the Quidditch team excites him, but he'll find friends to play football with if not. He's ready to learn what he can about magic as well as the secrets of the school.

NPCs:

Roy Archer: Older brother, fifth year Ravenclaw. He is a talented artist as well as good thinker with excellent skills in Transfiguration. He is rather arrogant and has a new girl on his arm every few weeks.

Judoc Archer: Older brother, seventh year Gryffindor. Chaser on the Quidditch team. He's not the most social but has a circle of very close friends who he has asked to help him keep an eye on Nolan. Wanting to either become an Auror or make broomsticks.

Gus Archer*: Older brother, travelling and doing charity work

Tidus Archer*: Older brother, Obliviator

Liviana Archer*: Mother, Obliviator. Kind and supportive though rather absent-minded and not very good at reading people

Thomas Archer*: Father, Muggle journalist. Strict and concerned. Can be critical when he sees his sons "not trying hard enough," but otherwise very proud of all of them.

*won't be seen much, of course

[User]
Although slightly disappointed that the lesson had gone by so quickly - and she hadn't learnt anything particularly new - Roze had copied down all the things on the board, silently cursing the quill as she struggled to get to grips with it. Out of all the things she practiced before arriving, writing with a quill hadn't been number one on the list. She had incorrectly assumed it would be no different than handling a fountain pen; a favoured writing implement of hers.
As the class was dismissed, Dani immediately went to the Professor with a question. Packing her things away, Roze decided to wait for Dani, hoping they could have lunch together or something. In terms of social interactions, she wasn't too great. The train ride hadn't been too bad, considering all of them in the compartment were in the same boat; new people, new friends (Or enemies, as the progression the day had shown), new school. However, for all she knew, everyone else could have made best friends as soon as the feast had ended, and Roze had been left out.
However, her almost paranoid frettings were pushed to the back of her mind as the boastings of another girl filled the room. Buckling her bag and standing up, Roze rolled her eyes - which were matching the same shade of chocolate brown as her curls, considering her excitement of the first lesson had worn off.
"Anyone who picked up a book before coming here knows about the Unforgivable Curses." She thought to herself, shaking her head slightly. Considering the dark history that had occurred in just the past few decades, the three infamous Curses were talked about far more often in History books. Ignoring the statement, she walked over to Dani, smiling at the smaller girl.
"Hi, it's Dani, right? I'm Roze, I have the bed next to you in our dorm - I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch together?" She asked, rocking back and forth on her feet slightly, as she did when approaching a potentially awkward situation.

[Assistant]
Caelum was silent through the class. As a muggle born she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't know the history so well as her classmates seemed to. Nor had she read ahead in her text.

When they were dismissed she wanted to catch up with Nolan.

"You had some good questions in class today. Though... I'm not sure I'll be able to figure out the problem." She held up her sketchbook, in the middle was written 'How is it possible to curse the DADA teacher?' These were the only notes she took, around it were incomplete sketches of various things around the classroom: The faces of the two girls who were late to class, Sadria Quinn at the chalkboard, parts of the dungeon, the moldy stonework and barred doorways.

"I guess we have enough time to think about it, though I don't know if that will help." She shrugged. "Is it lunch next? I think? Do you remember the way back?"

[User]
Dani was immensely relieved to hear that spells could be cast without reciting an incantation, as it meant that she would still be able to use and learn magic. Given what they knew of her already, it wasn't very surprising that Professor Quinn would disapprove of Ravenclaw's Head forgetting to inform Dani of the special measures that she would have to take to learn how to cast spells non-verbally.

Dani, of course, was grateful that the professor would talk with the Head of Ravenclaw about meeting with her and scribbled a quick thank you on her whiteboard as another girl came up to ask about something known as the Unforgivable Curses. To be perfectly honest, Dani didn't take an immediate liking to the girl. In addition to a posture and body language that was reminiscent of a peacock (i.e. arrogant and prideful), her tone of voice as she spouted off what she knew reeked of snobbishness, which wasn't altogether endearing.

Professor Quinn didn't even bat an eye, however, calmly and efficiently responding with more complete information on what were known as the Unforgivable Curses. At about that time, the girl who had been sitting next to Dani throughout class joined her, asking if she wanted to get lunch and introducing herself. Despite the fact that she seemed a little exasperated with the other girl's boasting (Dani had got a glimpse of the eye roll), she also appeared to be a bit nervous, which helped put Dani at ease.

Nodding her assent, Dani gathered her things together and left the room, deciding to wait in the hallway for the fellow Ravenclaw student. Once Roze joined her outside, they made their way to the dining hall that they had been in the night before, occasionally having to dodge a group of people or some other obstacle. But, eventually, they made it and were able to sit down and get ready to eat.

[Assistant]
"Don't you dare say it, Ajax. No. Stupid question. Stupid." The New Zealander tried incredibly hard not to shout out 'Is abracadabra a spell?' just for the giggles. He drummed on his table as he listened to the drawl of the teacher in front of him. Despite being the master of the wandering mind, he absorbed the information like sponge does water. Or milk. Or any kind of liquid really. The information about the curses fascinated him. Was it possible to curse gas? Probably not, but it was definitely an interesting prospect. If one could have a spell so accurate that it could hit individual atoms was amazing. But, he was a muggleborn so he was silent throughout the lesson

Ajax palmed his face at homework. Of course there was homework. It was a school, a magic school but still a school. But class ended early. But the dungeons.... That was a bitch to navigate. Only through following the crowd did Ajax even get to the class early. He sighed, packing all his things. He contemplated not having internet for a year. No reddit, fanfiction, 4Chan, Roleplayerguild, facebook.....

The New Zealander smacked his face with a tired groan. "This is going to be a long seven fucking years." He muttered under his breath. He turned his attention to the front, where a group of girls talked to the teacher. He didn't pay them any mind but stopped at that (Layla) girl. He blushed and turned. He carried all of his books and walked out of the doorway.

Ajax stopped himself. "What the fuck am I doing?" He questioned himself. "Confidence. Confidence is key. Also be smooth. As smooth as you can." Giving yourself life tips on how to talk to a girl is a definite sign of craziness but it gave him a little confidence. He waited out side the doorway and waited for..... He didn't even know his name!

[User] Sadria Quinn nodded as the students began to disperse, speaking to one another rather than to her. "Thank you for your attention today in class." She bowed her head politely. "I shall see you all again soon." Then she began to wander off down the hallway... Certainly not in the direction the students would go to get out of the dungeons.

[Assistant]
The notes Nolan took were rather extensive. They were, in fact, probably more notes than anyone needed to take on their first day at Hogwarts. He didn't want to miss any important detail. Of course once he started doing relevant readings before class, he could pay better attention. His head was spinning already from the number of spells on that list that could be considered as "dark." He was pleased to see their lesson was over. It had been a long morning and he was looking forward to some food. It hadn't even been a full day and he was already starting to love Hogwarts food.

While some students went up and talked to Professor Quinn, Nolan turned to Caelum who complimented him on his approach to the class. "Really they were just questions you have when you grow up with a bunch of brothers already at Hogwarts." He laughed. He was sure this morning had already used up everything he'd picked up in the last few years. "I don't know about cursing the teaching post though, but she wouldn't give us something impossible right? I mean, we're all first years. Even the ones who aren't Muggle-born have never used magic before."

Caelum's various sketches did not escape his notice. They were... very good. He tensed for just an instant, but then smiled and pointed at them. "Those are pretty good. You can almost feel the spooky nothing behind the bars in the dark hallways." He laughed, glancing off to the side at the actual doorway. "Yeah, it's lunch. We should probably follow the crowd, cause I'll probably still get us lost."

He gestured to the group of students headed out the door, as well as Professor Quinn, whose departure told him it was best to get moving. It seemed getting back to the Great Hall was much easier than finding their classroom had been. While the four tables remained, it seemed the houses tended to mix more at lunch than at breakfast and dinner. He probably should make more friends in his own house. He sniffed the air, enjoying the smell. "What do you think of the food here?" he asked turning to Caelum. "It's much better than the food at any other school I've been to."


[System]
Alias
Janus and Mars

Age
17

Gender
Male

Appearance
Pascal stands at a rather short 5 foot 9, and has a thin, yet slightly muscular physique. His hair is a bright blonde, and has a very irregular style that he assures everyone is cutting edge in Italy. His costume consists of a two piece suit, custom tailored to look more distinguished.

Personality
Ambitious, cautious and kind, Pascal has all it takes to be a hero. His rough upbringing has left him with a conflicting moral compass. While he has a good heart, and would help out anyone that needs it, he is not afraid to go against the law to do this. In accordance with his power, he values life greatly, and will do all he can to save as many lives as possible. Furthermore, while he is not against killing an enemy who has inflicted damage upon innocent people, if he sees the potential for this person to reform he may spare them.

Skills

* Good with a gun if it comes to it
* Good at improvising
* Makes a mean Margherita pizza

Powers
Pascal has two sets of powers. The first are his own and the second are the powers of his 'Guardian Angel'.

His power is life manipulation. Don't worry, it's not nearly as powerful as it sounds. He is essentially to change anything inorganic that he touches into something organic. For example, he could turn a bullet into a ladybug or a lamp post into a tree. If the ladybug were to be attacked, however, it changes back to it's original state, and inflicts damage on the attacker equal to that of a quarter of the damage they would have inflicted on the animal.

Along with this, he is able to grow and reduce plants and the like at will. For example, he could drop a seed on the ground and grow a tree from it as a defensive manoeuvre.

His second set of powers comes with his 'guardian angel'. Essentially it is able to move at speeds greater than any man, and can punch far harder than any human. Pascal can summon and de-summon him at will, but it will always appear when he is in great danger.

Equipment
He carries a snub nose revolver with him on missions, but never really uses it as his power makes it essentially just a backup.

History
Pascal was born in Rome, Italy to a prostitute mother and a father who he'd never meet. His mother did her best to raise Pascal, but it soon grew to be too great a burden, and she eventually sent him to be adopted by a priest who lived in the coastal village of Positano.

Pascal grew up under the expectation that he would become a priest. Unfortunately, however, the priest who he had grown to call 'father' grew very ill around the time Pascal was 9, and regrettably died. Not knowing what to do, Pascal simply called an ambulance and ran away. He had no idea what he'd do with himself, but he knew he wouldn't be sent to an orphanage.

He wandered the streets a loner, begging and pick pocketing for a living. However, things changed drastically when he turned 11. A woman ran up to him in the street, crying hysterically and begging him to forgive her. It was his mother, after hearing about how he had run away she had launched a community operation to find him. She had reformed her ways and was now working as a social worker.

When she took him to her home, he felt a sense of illness. Something was wrong and he couldn't tell what. It was only when she showed him a picture of himself just after his birth that everything changed. He felt like he'd been impaled on a spike, and stumbled out of the home in his pain, eventually falling unconscious in a nearby alley. When he woke up, a robotic demon floated before him. He came to know this 'demon' as Mars.

After investigating it with his mother, she revealed that she was initially supposed to birth twins, but Pascal's brother had died in utero. Discovering that Mars, his brother, had given Pascal powers along with having a few of his own, Pascal set out to clean up the streets of Italy. Gaining reputation and fame within some circles.

He was soon contacted by a few like minded teenagers from the states about forming a group called 'The Teen Titans', he accepted of course.

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Titans Go!

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Central City, 10:37 AM

The day had started off like any other, the sounds of the city stirring to life as people began to bustle about and set off to start their daily lives. The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, its rays only being obscured by the occasional cloud that drifted by. Countless hordes of people scurried to and fro carrying out the thousands of tasks that made up their days. Cars revived their engines and honked their horns in dissatisfaction of being caught in the congestion of morning traffic. Despite the overall clamoring that coursed through the city there was a unmistakable calm, one felt as safe and secure on these streets as they would feel in their own home.

The peace that filled Central City was unfortunately absent in the recently formed young hero group known as the Teen Titans head quarters as a nearly deafening alarm rang out through the whole of the facility. Though they were quite the new group the team had already had their share of troubles to deal with so alarms such as this was nothing too new for them. The only question was what exactly was this one for? Was it another robbery in progress? Was there a hostage that the heroes needed to help defuse? Or was there some superpowered mad man running rampant in the city threating the lives of everyone? Unfortunately for the young heroes this alarm was sounding for a problem that was much closer to home.

"Cease you machine of fire and baked goods!" Was the words that bellowed from the orange hued young man that was known to the public as the hero Nova or rather to his fellow team mates as the alien Korand'r. The otherworlder was currently in a fight against the cloud of smoke that was pouring out of the stove that held what looked like a flaming pan. Korand'r managed to reach through the black fog grab the mini inferno of cookware and pull it out of the stove, this act may have been unimaginably painful for the average person but luckily for the young alien he was made of a sturdier stalk than most. He moved the flaming dish over to the sink and quickly stuck it under a flood of running water, effectively putting out the fire but doing nothing for either the smoke that still blanketed the room nor the alarm that roared through the base.

Korand'r looked down upon his charred, and now also soaked, attempt at cooking and let out a defeated sigh. The young man may have been quite the adept warrior on the battle field he was still very much in the dark when it came to the more domestic skills, especially those of the Earthly verity. "The making of the cake is quite challenging." He said to himself as he scrapped the remnants of his failed baked good into the trash. "But it is the challenge I will master!" Korand'r declared with vigor as he set out on retracing his steps of preparing cake batter, all the while as the fire alarms still went off around him.

[Assistant]
Light, or otherwise known as Toon Girl to those who didn't know her, often spent her time in the living quarters of the tower. She was usually seen playing some sort of game with someone or watching TV, was passing the time clicking through channels looking for something to watch when the fire alarm went off. Jumping out of her seat at the sudden loud noise, Light tumbled to the ground, landing on her side. Getting to her feet, she looked around the room to figure out what was going on until she noticed the smoke coming from the kitchen. Sighing to herself, she made her way to the kitchen.

Poking her head through the doorway, she saw Nova messing around with the stove attempting to cook again, putting out whatever he was attempting to cook in the sink. "I am not eating what he burnt this time. Not after when he tried to make 'waffles'." Light said to herself, visibly shaking in terror. Unfortunately there wasn't much she could do with the huge plume of smoke causing the fire alarm to go off, so she was hoping one of the others could do something about the situation. Pulling out a small music device from her dress, Light rested herself against the back wall of the kitchen, making way for the others as she began to listen to some music to try to drown out the alarm.

Of course she wasn't really paying too much attention to where she was standing, what with a shelf above her with precariously placed pots and pans and whatnot. Hopefully one of the more 'stompy' members of the team didn't disrupt them in the commotion...

[User]
Tori kept pressing the plus symbol on the tv remote, flipping the channel every second. Football channel, Swimming channel, Spanish channel of some soap opera, uggh, it was all so boring. Tori pressed the power button on the remote and threw it up in the air as the tv turned off, and the remote landed squarely in the crack between the two cushions of the sofa. Tori sighed and leaned back as she was bored over the fact that there was nothing good on the tv. Maybe I'll go over to the headquarters, Tori thought to herself as she grabbed a beret and her communicator before walking out of her house.

As Tori walked, she took in the sights of Central City for the upteenth time. At least one bird was singing amidst the beeping cars, and she passed by the florist's shop where the flowers had bloomed. Not a bad day for those kids in the playground to play a game of catch. Life was good and peaceful. However, it also meant that it was boring. It was all so uneventful. Where were the sounds of screaming? Where was the chaos? Life wouldn't be so bad without an event like that every once in a while. Ehh, I'm sure there will be some where I'm going, Tori thought as she walked.

Entering the front door to the Titans' headquarters, Tori sighed in relief to be out of the sun. It was starting to get hot out there. Not too long after, though, was the sound of an alarm and the bellowing of a familiar alien voice. Under normal circumstances, a normal person would be panicking and confused, but Tori was smiling as she walked over to the kitchen. Ahh, there's the screaming, Tori thought as she was greeted with the sight of what looked like another failed product of Korand'r in the sink. Tori merely conjured up one of those paper folding fans and began fanning the smoke away from her face. "Hi Light. Hey Nova," Tori said in greeting. "How many times does this make it now? I've lost count after that pie. What'd you even make this time?"

[Assistant]
Central City
8:00 AM
Titans Tower

Pascal woke up to the sound of an alarm ringing out through his in ear headphones. He'd realized very quickly that his team mates weren't too fond of waking up as early as he did, and that his original, louder alarm that woke not only him, but everyone else up as well was probably not the best choice to keep on using.

He rose from his bed with a stretch, taking out his headphones and laying both them and his phone on his bedside cabinet. He rubbed his eyes, sweeping back his long blonde hair from in front of his eyes. One of the reasons he woke up this early was to style his hair, it wasn't exactly the easiest cut to style. He went to the bathroom, had a shower, styled his hair and then got dressed in civilian attire. Suffice to say, with hair like his, his identity was known to the public. With such a reputation he had to dress classy at all times, selfies were one of the many burdens of the 21st century. He wore a black Harrington jacket over a plain white t-shirt coupled with jeans and a pair of trainers.

He quickly retrieved his phone from his bedside cabinet, put in his headphones, set it to play his favourite song by his favourite band and set out of the Titans Tower for his day out on the town. Central City was less hustle and bustle than say, Metropolis, but it still had its charms and to be honest, Pascal preferred the shopping district in Central City, you didn't have to fight anyone when a sale was on and the smaller shops had unique, rare items that wouldn't be snatched up as quickly.

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Central City
10:45 AM
Titans Tower

Pascal entered the main living area of the tower to a shock. It was covered in smoke, Korand'r seemed to be trying to make a cake again while Light and Tori didn't seem to be bothered by the situation as a whole. In his arms, Pascal held two boxes of assorted doughnuts from 'Krumbly Kreme™'. Behind him, however, was his brother, Mars holding various bags filled with clothes, cds and various other items. He had an anguished look on his face, as anguished as a spirit could look anyway.

Pascal blinked a few times before quickly walking over to the table and setting down the boxes. Mars knew what to do, the two had a sort of telepathic connection in which they knew what the siblings knew what they wanted each other to do at all times. Mars floated on up to the fire alarm, before pressing in the reset button until the alarm finally stopped. Meanwhile, Pascal opened as many windows he could and walked over to the rest of the group.
"That makes it 17 times, with the cake I mean, I lost count how many times it's happened in general." He folded his arms, not out of disappointment or anything, just out of habit. "I brought doughnuts anyway, so you can take a break from setting the tower on fire, Kor" He joked, his heavy accent coming through like a train.


[System]
Age: 143
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Elf
Class: Cleric/Barbarian
Appearance/Clothing:

Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below.

Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times.

Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild
Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light
Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is
Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell
Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this.
Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient
Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames
Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres)
Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe
Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows.
Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can.
History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man.

Name: Kazuo Blaide
Age: 22
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood)
Class: Samurai (Ronin)
Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP
Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes.
Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing
Natural Abilities: N/A
Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute.
Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin)
* Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts)
* Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist)
* Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana)
Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana)
Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric)
Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin)

Weapons: A Katana, his fists
Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope.
Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run.
History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him.

Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it.

Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him.

Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.

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It wasn't shaping up to be the easiest first day for a group, and Fiona felt a little uncomfortable being caught in the middle. Watching the separate exchanges from Tobias and Sana, she was quite certain that while both had strong points, neither really understood where the other was coming from. They were very different people from probably very different backgrounds. Tobias wasn't a warrior who dealt with problems like this, and Sana... well, Fiona was choosing to believe that she was not herself currently. Seeing a loved one in a great deal of pain could make a person do things they normally wouldn't, and judging by the way she and Hugh were together, they were definitely in love.

She was willing to forgive Sana the brutality, and she was willing to try and understand Tobias's viewpoint as well. That said, she was a very forgiving and understanding person, and there was no guarantee the rest of the group would take things as well. She'd make sure to try and speak with Tobias when she got back. For now, Sana was right. These slavers were a serious threat, even more than the sickness. It would be a great waste to find the ingredients only to return and see the village ransacked by thugs and kidnappers.

And apparently she would be riding with the goblin. Fiona's young adventuring career had led her to do a number of things she thought she never would, but very few of them had involved goblins. Considering that her horse wasn't the most trusting animal, she hoped nothing would go terribly wrong here. Swinging her leg up over the saddle and mounting up, she listened to Sister Agnes speak to Sana. It was starting to remind her of another situation, the one she'd found herself in when she met Tobias. That one hadn't ended well for her, largely due to a lack of planning on her part.

"We should try to scout out any traps or ambushes they may have set up, rather than just charging in. Make sure we know what we're up against." She knew Sana was currently acting a bit rash, but hopefully that would cool down quick enough, and hopefully Lob or Drizzak would be of use in getting them the upper hand. Looking down at the goblin from atop her horse, Fiona took a small breath, and held out a hand.

"Come on, up you get."

[Assistant]
he wandered the village in looking for the bodies of the previous battle for even bandits deserve a proper burial It was one of the duties of being a cleric of Trew and it helped Mortosh went some frustrations for he was angry at Sana.

Angry at the idea that she would go out of her way to end more lives then needed. why couldn't they just and gather the ingredients they had found the first body it was the one that Sana had killed during her interrogation it only made him more angry but he realized that it was pointless to get angry but he couldn't help himself many would question why a cleric of a god of necromancers would be angered by death he should be overjoyed but many forget that Trew also a god of joy and death brings misery.

so he just hefted the body over his shoulder and carried him to the inn perhaps Hanzo or Tobias could help him in there burial Zam looked at him with concern ("Zam We Didn't Come Here To Cause Death Did We?) "no we didn't Mortosh" she answered as she pointed to a pile of ashes that wind hadn't blown away. Carefully placing the bandit down Mortosh quickly put all of the ashes into a jar then picked the bandit back up as well as the jar.

He shook his head ("We Came Prevent It But I Am More Sad Then Angry Zam For The Fact She Would Go Out Her Way To Cause More Misery Truly Saddens Me") he said to her as they approached the inn

[User]
So their little group would be all the women, Drizzak and the big, green brute whose name she didn't actually catch so far. Considering the shape of most of the party she had not expected much more, but the thing that really surprised Vaeri was Tobias' outburst. He did not seem the type to chastise others on the morality of their actions, let alone being able to express himself as well as he did considering the mental and physical state he was in. Perhaps it was because he had just gone through what he did that he could say what he did. Vaeri knew she hadn't actually killed anyone on this battlefield or really injured anyone more than necessary so she felt a bit distanced from his harsh words. Even if she had, Vaeri was a cleric of a War goddess. War is a messy, chaotic brutal place, and to ignore its uglier aspects or presume to be above them would mean that she was devoted to a fake, idealized version of war and therefore her goddess. However, upon thinking over Sana's actions, she decided she would try to have a word with Sana, despite her less than impeccable mental state.

Vaeri pulled her cloak back around her body and pulled up her hood up over her head. She carried all her belongings on herself, so there was not much preparing she needed to do. She grabbed Sana's hand and settled on the horse as best as she could. Horses weren't the animals most adept at climbing trees, and to gallop at full speed they needed to constantly weave through the dense foliage, so the art of horse riding was for the most part neglected in Lianyu. In her century and a half of living, Vaeri had never actually ridden on a horse. Well there was a first time for everything. But that wasn't her biggest concern.

Vaeri remained quiet for a few seconds, her stomach turning as she struggled with deciding whether to talk to the woman in front of her. Quietly, she leaned forward and whispered to the lady that could easily kick her off the horse if she so desired.

"Sana, I'm not here to pass judgement on you for your previous actions. I do not know you, nor you I; however, you did say that most monsters usually take human form. Just be careful that you do not become one yourself." This was about as tactfully as Vaeri could think of saying what she had. Now was probably not the time or place to say it, but waiting for the perfect time to speak was a fine way to never speak again. But Vaeri had a feeling that she had just ensured the rest of the horse ride would be awkward at the least.


[System]
Species: Geth

Age: 376 years since program's creation

Gender: N/A

Appearance:

Weapons/Equipment:
-Geth Pulse Rifle v3
-Geth Plasma SMG v3
-A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit.

Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine.

Background: For most of Avatar's existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics.

After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth's efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth's planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition.

Eventually, Avatar's role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested.

Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar's assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

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Tacticus started staring off at the grey metal wall as the cabal checked their gear for the final time and gave what they all assumed would be their final words to each other. They were all preparing themselves to die at this point but Tacticus thought there had to be a better way to do this. He began to wonder if the interceptors were even going to be of any use to... he stopped for a second. The blood rushed to his face as he came up with an idea. He dropped his shotgun and ran over to Sura who was still studying the map. Before Sura managed to get a word out Cactus blurted out "I may have figured out a way that does not involve us all dying."

Sura looked at Cactus as if she was waiting for him to say something. It him a moment to pick up on this but when he did he quickly went into idea. "The interceptors that are also docked with the station that we were planning to take anyways? We could just grab them first instead and use them to kill all the hostiles. We don't need to worry about air as after a couple of seconds the shields will fill in the holes we just made. I assume either RK or Avatar can fly one of them and since they're machines they should just be able to fly the interceptors remotely. Obviously we would need a way to get them past the mercs and the milita but that shouldn't be the hardest thing ever since the Geth has a cloak. We also still have access to the lights which we could again use to help mask their approach. If that isn't good enough we can try to make a diversion at the left door here." Tacticus said pointing to the left door on the map that Sura was still holding up. "Either this spares us all or most of us. But it's better than us trying to fight our way through superior numbers."

Sura was visibly surprised for a moment and took a second to think about it. "That might work... we would need to talk Avatar and the other AI into it but... it might work." She raised her left hand to her mandibles for a second to think and then turned to the geth. "Well would you be willing to put your "body" on the line like that Avatar. We'll try to cause a diversion at the other door and give you the best chance of not being seen unless someone else has a better idea."

[Assistant]
Shortly after Avatar received the credentials it required from Corporal Angelica, and Donny shared his equipment among the cabal, one of the Turians, Tacticus, proposed an alternative solution, one that Avatar's initial projections found potentially favorable. It posed significantly greater risk to its own platform, but that was preferable to risking the others' lives. Although, the plan still did not eliminate the risk to them entirely.

"This platform is expendable." Avatar answered to Sura as it was running simulations on potential outcomes for this new plan. With the security credentials Seraph provide, RK and itself could upload to the interceptors in only a few seconds, and since the hull of the station was not as heavily armored as a military vessel, they would be able to pierce through into the room from the outside.

"This plan is approximately 23% more likely to succeed with minimal civilian casualties. However, the distraction will be necessary. The estimated time required for me to reach both interceptors is twenty-seven seconds. The estimated time before the station VI restores power to the room is twenty-one seconds. You must hold the enemy forces' attention both during and after the outage in order to minimize my risk of detection. Since this plan does not require an escort force for civilian forces, I recommend all civilians wait in the room the Human forces are currently occupying, and all combat forces, including Humans, aid in the distraction. You will be able to use the doors as a defensive chokepoint, but you will still be at a significant numerical disadvantage. Once you begin your attack, you will also need to hold the right door in addition to the left, as they may use it to gain a flanking position. RK, I recommend you upload into my platform now." It explained as it sent a download request to RK. Avatar's firewalls would prevent her from accessing motor functions and other commands within its platform, but she would be able to observe its software and hardware architecture.

Avatar moved itself into cover around the corner from the right entrance to the airlocks. It had its shotgun drawn, though ideally, it would not be necessary to use it. "I will disable power to the room as soon as you begin your attack. After another five seconds, I will activate my tactical cloak and advance."

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Rk wasn't thrilled at the plan. Not at all when she was informed and liked it even less when Raa attempted to coax her into it. Her face frowned on the digital pop up from Raa's omnitool as the Quarian attempted to convince her this plan was the best option, her eyebrow raised in protest. RK's jawline tightened with the words before she finally gave in.

She hadn't spoken to the Quarian for several movements as she turned her sight away, her eyes narrowed into space. Even she already had given into Raa's request. Sighing, the AI keep her disgruntled face when the Geth started making recommendation, causing her to snap back with a sarcastic, human reply. "No, I thought I would try to walk my ass over there on my own."

"RK.."

"Don't RK me, Raa. It's bad enough you risked your healthy for a complete strange, even knowing it might've killed them or worse, both of you, so don't RK me. I do this, you better stay with the civilians." RK said, eyeing Raa up and down.

"You don't have to worry about that, RK. I will. Just… be safe." The Quarian stated timidly as she looked at the retreating Asari, her expression fell a little into worrying, causing RK to speak again.

"Will you stop worrying over her? She's going to be perfectly fun unlike Avatar and me, which still seriously irritates me." RK began to download herself into Avatar's plate form while also making a digital, simple grade copy to leave behind. Not that she would admit the idea of going neck deep into a possible gunfight made her fear 'death'. After all, how could one really die if they could always reload themselves into a new body but even that had its limits and data was still corruptible in the end. Sighing a little, RK grudgingly finished downloading before she commented. "This better work."

She watched Raa head back to where the other diplomats were collecting for safety.

RK made one last sarcastic, half-hearted statement under her breath. "I think I liked the Turian's suicidal plan a lot better."

[Assistant]
"Better idea Avatar, we'll get in position at the other door and mine it. We'll sit back at the end of the hallway and fire down it. But first take this." Sura said to the machine. She pulled a grenade off her belt and tossed it to the Geth. "When we're ready we'll signal over the comms. When that happens blow your door wait a few seconds and then cut the power. Once the lights go out we'll blow our door and try to coax them out of their positions towards us. If we time it right they won't even have time to see you with any thermals or low light they may have. Turning to Solares Sura finished off the plan. "Your job is going to be to drop anyone you see wearing a helmet first. It should make the AI's jobs easier if no one can see them. Figure that widow of yours can accomplish that." She turned back to her cabal who had all been ready to go for awhile. "Space out any barriers you can into the hallway so we have more firing points than just the corner. Our goal is suppression not necessarily accuracy. You have my permission to do what you need to."

Tacticus and the whole cabal knew what she had just implied to them. He had heard stories of Sura's earlier career in the cabal corp. They had to execute some cowards who had broken when facing a group of Krogans. She repeated that final sentence them whenever she even vaguely mentioned it. Given what she had said about the Humans earlier... they all knew what it meant. Everyone gave off a yessir and stacked up on the hallway and began to file around the corner towards the hallways leading to the lounge. When they got there they all stacked up on the left side Sura gave Tacticus and Numso each a widow mine. With out saying a word she pointed Tacticus to a small alcove and Numso to the door. Since the door was automatic it would only take a couple of seconds to activate so he would have to place the charge down fast. They both nodded to her and jumped into their biotic charges. Tacticus quickly brought the mine up and put it roughly at ankle level in the small alcove and pointed the laser to run across the hallway. If anyone came running down the hall they would trip the mine. He quickly turned catapulted himself back behind the lip of the wall. Seconds later Numso did the same. Taking care to not set off the mine Numso came out of his charge about a foot in the air in an attempt to not blow himself up.

Sura then signaled the Geth over the comms with ping notifying it that they were ready.

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Avatar moved into position by the right door, acknowledging Sura's modification to the plan. A quick recalculation of the probable outcomes concluded that it took advantage of common organic psychology more effectively, as the enemy was more likely to view the first detonation as a distraction, rather than the second. It found a place in the door to plant the grenade, drew its assault rifle, then waited for the others to be in position. For this plan to be successful, it would need to move quickly, quietly, and directly to the airlocks. It made sure that RK had access to its sensors so she could provide additional observational capabilities while it dedicated more processing power to other tasks.

Once the others were ready, Avatar armed the grenade, then took cover. The blast blew the door mostly open, apart from a few plates near the edges. Avatar leaned its assault rifle around the corner and blindly fired several bursts into the room, though the enemy quickly returned a hail of gunfire. It waited seven seconds, enough to allow all members of the hostile force time to focus their attention on its door, then sent the signal to activate the virus which was dormant in the station's systems. After another 3.2 seconds, all lights in the room darkened apart from the emergency lights. Then, they grew brighter and brighter until they blew one after another. The room was in total darkness, and ready for the distraction force to attack.


[System]
Male
Age 31
Appearance
6'2"
Blue eyes
Long neat blonde hair that reaches down to the shoulders.
Bangs can easily cover his face if Felix doesn't keep them pinned to the side.
Felix has a rugged face with scruffy patchy facial hair (constant five o' clock shadow)
Felix wears glasses only for reading, and heavy arch-mage robes.

This is what Felix basically looks like.
I'm
Magician Savant: Felix is well versed in virtually every magic style the Catholic church is aware of. He is a master of both combat and defensive magic, as well has healing magic. Felix has always been exceptional at magic, to the point of even creating his own spell and combat style.
Manaegis: At the age of twenty he created Manaegis, his flagship ability. Manaegis forces latent mana within the user out into a physical manifestation of a bright blue full suit of armor and a weapon. Both the armor and weapon are essentially weightless, but are slightly stronger than steel.
Manalysis: Due to Felix's mastery and large mana reservoir, he has an ability known as manalysis. Manalysis allows Felix to comprehend mana in a way most people cannot. First off, Felix can physically see the auras of other Talents. These auras each have colors unique to the individual's aura. This color has to do with the type of magic the Talent has a mastery in, as well as their personal morality alignment. The size of the aura is directly correspondent to the size of the Talent's mana well. Manalysis also allows him to feel small shifts within mana waves in the air. Nature exudes its own mana waves, which are disrupted by other mana users who have their own magic wave radiation. Felix is able to feel this discrepancy and interpret use it to sense others. He can use this in combat to predict his enemies moves, as well as out of combat to detect mana users. Manalysis while not rare, is very difficult to master to the degree that Felix has.

Felix also has a mastery of spacial magic allowing him to levitate and teleport on a whim.

Felix was born in New York City, New York. When Felix was an infant, the Catholic magi scouts detected a large amount of mana residing within the Felix's household. Knowing about the newborn and the massive reserves of mana held within him, the scouts approached Felix's parents telling them of the situation. Felix's parents, having seen small displays of magic from Felix decided they were not equipped to raise the child and relinquished the custodial rights to the Catholic Church. Throughout his childhood, he studied and lived at the NYC Catholic cathedral. At around the age of sixteen, he showed such prowess and proficiency with magic, that the NYC cathedral had nothing left to teach him, so he was sent off to the Vatican to learn from the best of the best. After studying at the Vatican, it wasn't long before Felix achieved the status of Arch-mage and earned a seat in the inner council. At the age of twenty Felix developed his own magic style, manaegis. After developing this magic style, he was asked to become an instructor at the Vatican and teach others to master the magic style. This is where he resides to this day.

Armor looks essentially like this
But is completely smooth without bolt marks and bumps, and is also a bit transparent as well with a blue ethereal glow.
The weapon looks like this
but completely blue with the same transparency and ethereal glow as the armor

Felix is headstrong, intelligent, and very wise (although only 31 years old). Felix does his best to be passive, but has no problem fighting if he deems it necessary. Felix hardly ever gets angry, and when he does it is always justified. Stuck in his ways, he can be a little too headstrong. This resulted in him not leaving the Catholic church until recently, even though he knew some of the problems the organization had. Felix loves music, and is very musical himself. He carries with him at all times a Hoener Marineband Special 20 B♭ harmonica. He knows how to play the harmonica, piano, and guitar. As a professor, he is very instructive, and is a great mentor. Felix is very friendly and tends to think of everyone he meets as a friend. Even when Felix has a problem with someone, he will not hold any ill-will toward them.

[User]
Felix scratched his head for a moment at the, "smell on you is weak," bit.

"I'm not quite sure if you meant I smell weak, or the smell of the church is weak on me. Hopefully it's the latter and not the former, because with the former I'd tell you that your senses are off. Though, the latter would certainly mean you have a keen olfactory system. I am no longer with any church, and in fact, my goals run contrary to the Arcanocracy at the moment. This places me in the predicament of dealing with them as adversaries for the first time." Felix began to explain, "I can't begin to tell you why, or how. But a few weeks ago I had a dream. In this dream I was told to collect the ancient artifacts known as the Paragons, and that the consequences would be dire should I choose to refuse this request. Dire as in, world ending apocalypse dire. I was also told to gather specific people, and form an alliance with them. This was a peculiar request and placed me in a precarious situation. The day before my dream the arcanocracy had just voted to ascertain the paragons for the betterment of the Catholic order. You could see why that might be contrary to the status quo as it were. When I awoke from that dream I found myself sitting at my desk instead of in my bed, in front of me was a list of names and locations written in my hand writing." Felix continued, "So, I set out to find these names, and find them I did. I brought them back to my headquarters, and they quickly set out to find the first paragon which was close by. They found the paragon, but encountered the catholic arcanocracy along the way. An old colleague of mine, Arch-Magi Thadeus. I stepped in before he could harm any of the team, and he quickly retreated at my appearance. This all happened yesterday. After I got the group back to the headquarters, I ended up having a second dream, with more names on a new list in front of me when I awoke."

Felix flicked his wrist, a blue flurry of flames consuming has hand briefly, then quickly subsided, leaving a thick piece of parchment in Felix's once empty hand.

"Your name is the last name on this list. The others I have visited have agreed to join Paragon's End, the alliance to collect and seal the paragons. The road ahead of us is fraught with perils, enemies who were once my friends seek our blood. We have already lost two of the names from the first list, one dead by Thadeus and his gang before he could even answer the request to join the alliance, the other dead by a trap in the catacombs where the first paragon lay. With all of this said, will you consider joining our team?" Felix requested.

[Assistant]
An asian looking man greeted Ava in very authentic German. Ava was slightly taken back from this, but was non the less relieved that there was at least somebody here who could speak her native language. After all, being isolated for most of your life doesn't exactly allow for a healthy understanding of foreign languages.

"Guten Morgan! Ich habe nicht erwartet jemand meine Sprache sprechen. Wo hast du gelernt?" she asked.

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She looks at the ground, "My position in the Convent has lead me on long stretches without companions. My visage is not the most well received of forms, either. Knowing this, I give you a chance to reconsider your request. I am not the most easy of companions you could wish for. I do, however, possess a set of skills applicable to your mission. Your terms are not counter to my obligations or observances, nor my duty. Assuming you take no trouble with me, I take no trouble in our temporary alliance."

She looks him in the eyes, and for the briefest of moments the illusion drops around her, super-positioning both images together. As things stand, she seems to be accepting the request.

[Assistant]
(Nemo isn't asian)

"ich lernte in das Vaterland, naturlich." Nemo replied pleasantly. "Und das ist mein bester Freund und Kamerad, Raiya Mamushi." He added seeing Raiya didn't seem too interested in pleasantries herself, glancing at Raiya before turning back to Ava. His positive introduction of her was odd considering what polar opposites they were. However with Nemo's pale ghostly visage and Raiya's heavy metal appearance, they made for a rather intimidating looking duo.

"So, tell me Ava, what brings a young girl such as yourself here, in such a dangerous and precarious situation?" He asked.

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Felix smiled and blew out a sigh of relief.

"Luckily for you, we do not get the luxury of deciding our allies. Only those written on the lists can be one of us. And your name is here in bold black ink. We all treat each other with a certain amount of respect, even if Raiya is a bit rough around the edges when it comes to respect... You have no need to fear negative reception of your true form. I mean, our group consists of an ex-hitman convict who is pure white from head to toe, a yakuza leader who is part snake even sheds her skin every so often, a talentless magi scholar who gets by on his advanced intellect and quick thinking, an old enemy who was just trying to kill us yesterday, a girl who has no memories, and a hungarian girl who is actually part bird with wings and all. Oh, and of course me, an insane ex-Arch-Magi who has dreams and decides to listen to them as a good source of information. We are the motley-ist of crews there can be. You'll fit right in. I am sure." Felix explained.

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All these plesentries made Raiya a bit sick to her stomach. Raiya didn't know german, but she knew enough to roughly understand what they were saying, and she was not amused. Best friend? I don't even have friends, only subordinates and circumstantial comrades.  She thought. She was used to being the leader and giving people orders that they would follow with no questions asked. She wasn't really used to actually communicating feelings; in fact, she was sure she was allergic to it. The only reason she told Nemo as much as she did was because she was drunk, and also because she wanted to give him a false sense of companionship with her so she could find out any weaknesses he might have.

Raiya stuck out her tongue and made a overacted gagging sound. She promptly stood up and walked over to the kitchen to make some alcoholic beverage that could dull her senses. That was the only way she was going to make it through the day.

[Assistant] "Hmm.... I think that I'm here for two reasons." she said, after a brief pause of thinking. "I guess first and foremost, to see the world. I've lived in my home village all my life so far. I've never really seen what the rest of the world is like. I've read about it when I could, talked to the rare outside who might stumble into town, but never had the chance to go very far from my home. The mountains of the Alps are pretty much all I know." Ava smiled a bit. "But now, I'm getting the feeling that by the end of this, we'll have seen a lot more than the Austrian countryside. Secondly, I want revenge against the Church. They've hunted my family for generations, calling us abominations and an affront to their beliefs.... " Ava motioned to her large wings. "... I, along with my father and my grandfather, are the last of the Kuriers to carry this curse. It's why I've never left the village I come from in the first place. So when Felix just showed up out of nowhere, offering the save the world and screw over the church, well..." Ava giggled a bit. "You could understand my eagerness."

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Nemo gave a slight laugh in response to Raiya's reaction before she left to the kitchen. "Peachy as ever."

"Ah yes, the Alps. Beautiful, are they not? I once spent a whole night at the summit of Mont Blanc, truly a breathtaking view. I've always felt home in the cold, so the climate didn't bother me none. In fact, it only enhanced the experience for me." Nemo explained.

"We have some things in common, you and I. The church certainly never held a very good opinion of me either. Abomination is a title I know quite well. However sometimes I feel that I can't blame them for thinking that way. I haven't done much to dispel their accusations. They hunt me, I hunt them, who will be left standing in the end? I'm not sure. But I like to keep it simple."

"However I doubt the persecution you've felt from the church will end with the church. Witchhunters are always a rather judgmental bunch, the Cult will always be a stick up somebody's rear end for some reason. The world we inhabit is filled to the brim with characters just waiting for a conflict. It's why we both are where we are right now." Nemo said, keeping a rather upbeat attitude through his ramblings.

"I'm curious, have you even been in a fight before? Have you taken a life Ava Kurier? Do you carry a weapon?" He asked.

[Assistant]
"Uh.... no. I've never really been in a proper fight before... I only know a little bit on how to fight from my father and some of the villagers. I've gone hunting before, but I don't carry a weapon on me." Ava said, almost disappointing in herself that she didn't even bother to grab a kitchen knife, let alone a proper weapon, before leaving her home.

"But my grandfather did warn me about something. Apparently this," Ava held out her hand. A ball of condensed air began to form in her palm, becoming almost visible. "... power, he called it, can be very dangerous. They kept me from practicing or experimenting with it, especially when I accidentally blew the wall of a barn when I was curious a few years back. But I don't really know much about it, or why I can control the air like this..." she said, at least feeling a little less useless.

[User] Zoey raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. Looking about as if trying to memorize the place, she nods and walks to within touching distance of Felix. "Very well, I am ready. Take me to this team, then." She makes sure that her illusion is very much up, thus looking very normal and not disturbing in the slightest. In fact, she looked pretty average for an American all around, if a little bit like a slob with her sweats and tossed t-shirt. Nobody would be particularly swayed either direction at the sight of her as she was.

[Assistant]
Felix nodded, and turned around, opening a rift in front of them, the shimmering surface displaying a comfy living room with a fireplace, and many people gathered together.

"Let us away, then." Felix said.

He stepped through, and appeared in front of everyone in the living room.

"Mission complete!" Felix beamed, sticking his hand out in a thumbs up.