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Race: Adeptus Astartes

Appearance:

Personality: As a Space Marine from the Black Dragons Chapter, Tyros maintains the dignity of his duty and purpose. To serve the Imperium, even after it's death. Despite the turmoil of the millenia, he has become more cynical yet retained his will and compassion. The truth of the Founding Chapter, the Salamanders - though their are few left - he continues doing his duty and serves the remnants of the Imperium.

Bio: Captain Tyros Maxim had been the leader of the Black Dragons Chapter onboard the Battle-Barge Black Flame - once the Astronomican failed however, they were deposited into real-space; their Navigator dead yet their ship intact without the taint of Chaos.

At the start there was panic, fear and anxiety - the dreaded chill, that the Emperor had fallen and alongside it the Imperium. With no Imperium in-sight, and cut off from their other battle-brothers, the Black Dragons limped on through space. They had been lucky, already in hiding due to their mutation in their gene-seed - they had been deposited in a secret of space, full of aliens yet void of any massive Chaos incursions.

Though they had a good company of brothers, throughout the years - age, madness and xenos had whittled down their numbers, for several millenia they had drifted through space. Starting at around two-hundred brothers, they had flown through the stars aboard their Battle-Barge. Scavenging what they could from alien wreckages. Encountering weird fire-breathing flyers, whom had consumed one Imperial City to their very last people - it had been their hardest and first battle of them all. Losing at around a fifty, and yet they had managed to eradicate the deadly xeno before they could spread.

They then had visited a water-world, where several Imperial and Chaos ships had battled out several years ago. Scavenging what they could, while defending against the incursion of both Chaos, madness within their own ranks and dealing with the sea-creatures that tried to eat both of them.

In addition to that, over a barren wasteland - the Black Dragon Chapter engaged several Eldar corsairs. They infamous xenos, attacking at the last vestiges of might - in a galaxy where their race was close to extinction. They battled over an unknown moon at that, later called the Emperor' Stand - after their battle. As while the Eldar outnumbered them, the Black Dragon Chapter utilized skill and practicality. Sacrificing half of their brothers, in order to trap the Eldar pirates upon the moon - before unleashing a Cyclonic Torpedo upon the place, annihilating the Eldar whom had camped out upon the bodies of their dead brothers.

They took place in about a hundred battles, each as glories and tough, as before their times. Each and every time, they encountered either xenos. Freshly discovered and hostile lifeform, Chaos incursion. Or Imperials corrupted or twisted beyond recognition that was only cleansed by fire. Maintaining their equipment as best they could, until barely a squad anymore - they were deposited onto the outskirts of the Gregorian Imperium and their first sight of an Imperial Stronghold.

Forces:

* Battle-Barge Black Flame
* Three Space Marines (One Apochathery, One Tactical Marine, One Techmarine)

Allegiance to Gregori: Servant of the Imperium' people. Ally.

Personal equipment:

* Bolter
* Plasma Pistol
* Chainsword
* Astartes Power Armor

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Syvarrus had remained passively quiet and contemplative throughout the discussion, up until the most recent addition to the conversation. The Eldar didn't recognize the chapter heraldry of this imposing Space Marine, but he did recognize the threat posed by the vile weapons he and his brothers carried. So it was with great interest, and no small amount of skepticism that he listened, hawkish eyes narrowing to slits as the Captain spoke. When the giant superhuman finished speaking, Syvarrus stepped forward, thinking it prudent that he speak his peace in response to the Captain's address.

  As he spoke, his hand drifted fluidly to rest on the hilt of his sheathed power sword. He had no idea how well this would go over considering present company, and did not intend to be caught off-guard by a power-armoured fist to his jaw for the words to come.

 By the time Syvarrus had finished, his hand grasped the hilt of his power sword tightly at his hip, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the handle in anticipation of some horrible and swift battle in the opulant meeting-chamber.

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Canoness Ishitta Thamus
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Ishitta sat and watched as Inquisitor Alexius's offer was rejected, by the other one. Glancing at her aid as he wrote quickly trying to jot down everything the other Inquisitor spoke. Worried about the punishment Ishitta would inflict on him should he fail. The order not taking kindly to those that fail their duty and given he was an outsider. Ishitta would much harsher on him then if it was one of her sisters.
When the other Inquisitor had finished declining the offer made to him. Ishitta demanded the notes her aid was making. Them reading over the quickly as silence filled the chamber. Nodding in approval at choice the other Inquisitor made able to see his reasons why and respected the choice. Even if he needed to learn to be more respectful of those already appointed to power by the Embodiment. Handing the notes back to her aid she demanded a note be made to watch that other Inquisitor closely.

When the representative of the Heretical Adeptus Astartes. Ishitta frowned. Listening to the Heretics words with a look of disgust plastered on her face. This Astartes was challenging, the embodiment right to rule. Ishitta finding the words made her blood boil, the expression on her face starting to darken. How she wished she could purge the heretical Astartes. It was only by the will emperor of the Embodiment of his will. Had Ishitta remained seat had actually not interrupted and told the Astartes to be silent. It didn't stop her blood from reaching boiling point and when the Astartes finished speaking Ishitta slammed her fists into the table in front of her. The Cannoness rose from her seat and glared at Relictors representative, then at the Eldar Ishitta's guards again shifting. After expecting the order to attack the Xeno.

"Forgive me Embodiment, but I will not sit here and let some heretical Astartes and foul Xeno try to question your right to rule your Impreium! To question my duty! The duty of my order! To speak complete and utter heresy! By your generosity, they will not meet my blade. As difficult as it prove to keep it sheathed. I will obey your command to not cause a fight for it is my duty to obey the one who embodies HIS will. However, I will not continue to listen in silence." Ishissta said anger lining her words. Her hands shaking slightly rage.
"You Astartes you question my duty! My duty it to serve the one who Embodies the late god-emperors will! You dare question that! Unlike you! I know my duty and I know my place. It is not my or your place to question, it is to serve faithfully without question.
NEXT TIME YOU DARE QUESTION THAT OR THE EMBODIMENT! I will put you down, like the heretical dog you are! A questioning servant is more dangerous than an ignorant heretic. So tell me which are you Astartes? For there is only one solution to deal with both." Ishitta spoke turning her gaze to the Eldar. Glaring at the Xeno for a moment. Huffing before sitting back down.

"Do not speak of the embodiment like that again filthy Xeno. Otherwise, the first chance I get I will purge you. Although it would be a mercy." Ishitta merely stated sounding almost claim, her voice carrying undertones of her anger and disgust. Having spoken Ishitta was content to listen again and endure whatever punishment the Embodiment felt like giving her. Ishitta knowing she overstepped her bounds. So was expecting some sort of punishment, it what she'd of dne if her underlings overstepped. No matter the reason.

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"ENOUGH!" spoke the voice of Captain Tyros. He hated seeing such a bare Imperium torn apart, before it had time to fully be created at that. He disliked how the various factions were already at eachother' throats at that.

"Brother. Considering the objects, you use - perhaps it best, you stick to merely using it to fight our enemies. Less you say something, that might offend our other individuals," he spoke, as he crossed his arms and stood up.

"I have also known of your kind...Eldar. During the Times of the Imperium, you weren't know much for your trust either. I will watch over you, as I do over our other Chapter," he spoke - treating the Eldar as they usually did. At a distance and with intelligent care. Only a fool would ignore the danger of the Eldar, as he likely could kill half of the people in here.

Snowman

"And you Sister," he spoke, looking at Ishitta. "An ignorant heretic, is not as much dangerous - as an over-zealous servant. I for one, had fought during the Time of the Emperor. I had seen the bravery of the simple Guardsman, the force of the Imperial Navy and the fury of the Adeptus Sororitas."

His eyes then focused behind his helmet. "I have also seen what has happened, when the Servant of the Emperor, has taken Authority into his own hands," he looked at her, his eyes staring into her soul. "Have you Sister, felt the loss of an entire world to the fire of Exterminatus - because some Lord Admiral or Inquisitor, thought or believed Xenos or Heretics on a pure world? I have."

"I have seen many worlds burn, Loyalist Chapters excommunicated and forced to serve Chaos - because, they didn't believe the same as the man - a human, who held power at the moment. Innocent, executed by the millions, cause a Commissar saw Chaos were there was none," he added. "Such acts had wasted the resources of the Imperium, as much as any Chaos incursion."

"And you would do well - to respect the strength of those, you threaten. Blind faith doesn't shield you against a bolter nor a plasma blast," he added. "The Eldar could kill you before you move. Learn to use your mind, Sister. Gregori and this Imperium, still needs you. I hope you do best, to not waste yourself Canoness Ishitta Thamus or your Sisters, in some suicidal pursuit. The God-Emperor helped those, who help themselves. And this Imperium is still in need of you and your strength. There are horrors in this Galaxy more dangerous and lethal, then the ones sitting in this table." With that notion, Captain Tyros sat down once more - finished in his speech.


[System]
Species: Orc

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: A large woman standing at 6'2 and weighing around 166 pounds. Having short dark brown hair, with striking blue eyes. Her body type is very muscular, comparable to her male counterpart. Wearing a large black suit of armour, with a helmet that is shaped like a skull.

Bio: Matilda was found by the previous head of the guards named Hilman as a baby, being adopted by Hillman and trained to be a warrior. At a young age, she was in battle with her adoptive father. Carrying his supplies and weapons, killing his first person at the age of 14. Working hard to become the current head of the guards, with her predecessor retiring.

Skillset: Matilda is skilled in swordplay, and archery, and is skilled in battle tactics. Skilled in hand to hand combat.

Spells: Curse Of The Ironsword Clan (Passive)

Matilda's family has been cursed with going into a berserker like rage, increasing their strength and durability at the cost of them attacking enemies and friend. Most orcs do not use this ability because of how dangerous it is, only a small amount of orcs are able to control their rage while using this ability.

Botanical Communication (Passive)

Matilda has the racial ability to communicate with any form of plant life.

Equipment:

-Her suit of armour is called Drakhjärta, is an heirloom like her sword. It is rumoured that it is made out of the skin of a dragon.

-Her sword is called Oändlig Törst, which means Unending Thirst. This sword has killed many people and is the signature weapon of the Ironsword Clan, passed down from generation to generation.

-Crossbow that is mounted on her right gauntlet.

Other: None

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Matilda took the bottle from Anderson, looking quite annoyed that Henri would leave her group. What was especially annoying to her was that he left to join Jazdia. "Jazdia and the group with her, are investigating the assailants that tried to assassinate the king. I am not sure if he used the same method to communicate with me, with that Jazdia woman. So I do not know how he can contact her." Not mentioning to Anderson she was an interloper that would need to be monitored. Matilda was unsure what her true intentions were. A very small part of her was worried that Henri had gotten himself in trouble.

"I believe we are done here, I do not think we can gather any more information from that…corpse." She turned to walk out of the fortress, unless someone had some new information that should be shared with her.

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"Hey, uhm-- The locals at least filled me in on whats they looked like at least.." ventured Cedar timidly, while working on the leather goods.

"But not like I can just pop in in ya heads like I kin when talkin with other critters... Aint no good at drawin neither. But I does know whats they looks like. The locals right hated 2 o'em too. Shit on one. Theys real proud o that one.-- Not sure it helps none, but if I sees one o'em, I'd know."

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Solomon Sparrow
Location: Watch Tower Ruins, Kindeance

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 Technically, Solomon could spend as much time as he wanted listening to the entirety of Birk's day. Unfortunately for the mission and the sanity of the others, time was not a luxury they could waste. While it's wasn't as conclusive as Solomon would have liked, there was a lead to Hdur. And as a bonus the group was already headed there. And there were some names to go on. The last confirmation was the man was at the royal forest on the day, but any specifics were lost to his ramblings.

 Solomon continued to listen to the man as Cedar returned to the room with a new bird friend that was not a crow. Solomon could tell Cedar was a little discomforted by the zombie's presence, keeping his distance as he presented Matilda a note. The pigeon was a carrier pigeon. Perhaps from the king, or even Jazdia. Solomon turned his attention to the still rambling zombie. At least for the next quarter hour as Cedar worked on the leather and Anderson returning with news of Henri's disappearance.

 "That is enough." Said Solomon, the zombie ending its play by play. Matilda was ready to move out. Solomon rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. He followed Matilda out of the ruins, having Birk follow them out. Cedar was apprehensive about the idea of the zombie joining them, but Solomon reassured him that he was simply going to put him to rest. As the sun lay low in the sky and long shadows reached towards the horizon, Solomon had Birk dig his own grave, lay in it, and Solomon ended his hold on him, letting Birk once again return to the eternal slumber of death. With a few mounds of dirt, Solomon finished the grave.

 Solomon could see Matilda was eager to keep going, but by the looks of Anderson and the others, it was perhaps time to make a camp for the night. It would be well after dark by the time they reached Hdur, and there was no guarantee of shelter. At least with Anderson and his men, they had camping gear and tents.

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Cedar was a bit perturbed by the sudden and brisk desire Matilda had to pack up and move. While this was a rather odorous location, it was also sheltered and defensible. Not every floor was stinky, and in general, it was quite serviceable.

Also, he hadn't finished repairing the tack yet. What, did she want to just abandon this much kit? Leave the horses to starve to death in the winter? Those horses didn't know how to survive in the wild, they were domestic beasts. It would be a slow and debilitating death for them.

But he also did not want to go back to the dungeon, and she really was his only reason for being out of it. Nobody seemed all that interested in a person like him-- aside from negative interest that was. He had been warned about this from his dad, and had felt the sting of it a bit in town, but his stint in the dungeon was like nothing he had ever encountered. The sounds of the inquisitor 'questioning' people still haunted him. He was grateful to have just been beaten, and even that was a rude awakening. His dad had punished him, of course-- but his dad was actually a very kind, loving and gentle man, and the lectures were the worst part of his punishments-- try as he might, his dad's attempts at physical punishment were rather amusing, in hind sight.

He very much wished he could be home right now. At least Solomon had put the poor creature of that reanimated corpse out of its misery. The stench would still take quite awhile to air out though.

Solomon and Anderson seemed more sensible, in their attestations to stay for the night. That would work and suit him fine. He could get these mended by morning, and if the note was any indicator, the delay would not be a big issue.

but GODS was he hungry...

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"Of course, ma'am." Far beyond Anderson to question his dame's decision. While there's likely more things to be gleaned from the corpse, like how did he ended up dead here, it's not that hard to deduce the details. Must've wandered in at the wrong time and place, bless his unfortunate soul. He wasn't much comfortable having the dead up and speaking like they forgot they're dead.

The squire watched with morbid fascination as Birk dug a grave for himself to lay in, not really sure at what point did he turn from undead into plain dead, but he'll take Solomon's words for it. He helped the necro-doctor bury the corpse, too. Daylight was waning quickly, this time of the year.

"You can stay at the camp if you'd like, ma'am. We dont have much spare room, but if it's only for the night the men wont complain overmuch having to stuff in. On the other hand, your horses would've rested enough to take you back to the city. I'm sure the night watch wont make things difficult for you." Matilda was rather well known, and quite distinct to boot. As long as she's on the lead they'll let the group in no problem.

"Ser Cedrick, you can leave the kits in the ruin and I'll have someone come collect it on the morrow. We'll take good care of the horses." Anderson noticed the druid's plight and offerend his assistance. These were fine horses, the guilt of their last riders shouldn't transfer to the animals.

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Well, time to get absolutely wild. If the implication was proven the entire gang would be rounded up and executed anyway, so no need to spare the chaffs. It's probably mercy compared to what execution awaits for attempted regicide, so she'll be sure to properly send them off.

The party started with a literal bang with about a third of the enemy ranks instantly vaporized. Way to go, boss! Cackling in amusement, Yvone jogged forward to meet the three opponents left. Was it fear or stupidity? They just saw about a third of their rank splattered into giblets and here they come. All rabble, too. Bad foorwork, overly wide swing, nowhere near enough attention to defense, and they're not pacing to keep up with each other. These were thugs at best, never even seen one remotely life-threatening fight in their sorry existence.

They were taller with longer arms, but Yvonne's mace had better reach than their makeshift bludgeon so it evened out. At the fastest thug she swung straight up to the chin, the impact more felt than heard as his teeth jarringly knocked into each other before the overwhelming force shattered both the upper and lower jaws. One down, she pushed the thug lightly to send him crashing toward one of his friend. The next one came down on her, but a well-placed blow on the wrist fractured the bone and dropped the weapon. Before the pain caught up with him Yvonne brought the mace back down, on to the skull, where metal met bone and metal won. Red and white splashed in the general area, the body convulsed once, twice, before falling still.

The third guy barely got up when Yvonne strode past, sweeping through his face with a two-handed swing. Another firework of red and white bloomed, this time the giblets tossed far off to paint a sizeable section of the courtyard. The first man wasn't dead yet but he's drowning in his own blood. In a small gesture of mercy, the mercenary draw her dagger and stabbed through his heart.

And that's all done on her part. Barely take ten seconds.

"Where next, boss?"

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Matilda clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, messing about in this fortress only achieved wasting their time. She wanted to ride off toward Hdur, but she did not know what would happen to her during the night. Although she could handle herself in a fight, there was something frightening about wandering out in the fortress. Having that corpse walking around did not help her anxiety. "We can rest here, and head for Hdur when the sun rises." She glared over toward Anderson. Even though she couldn't see her expression, he could tell she was staring at him.

Sitting alone in another room, the room she was sitting in was partially open letting the moonlight fill half of the room. Resting up against a wall, her sword was standing near her upright. Taking off her helmet while taking a deep breath. Taking in the sound of the fauna outside. Her sense of tranquillity was disturbed by a noise coming from the other end of the room. Thinking it was some sort of creature hiding in the fortress, she gripped her sword hilt.

"You know, you will never find him. He's as dead as ol Birk." The voice was familiar to Matilda, it was an entity born from her family's curse. Those who were unable to conquer the curse, ended up utterly insane.

 "Be silent, we will find the prince. I know he is still alive, it would not make any sense for the kidnappers to kill their hostage." She shook her head, as the eyes in the darkness seemed to roll in annoyance.

"Highly unlikely, they could have off em. Could have killed him once they had run his course. I would ave loved to see what they would have done to him, cutting off his fingers and toes. Enjoying his squeals while they cut off his peter. All because you could not save him." The voice changed to the prince crying for Matilda to save him, before changing back to the voice laughing sadistically.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH CUR." Matilda screamed out, her voice echoing throughout the fortress. Her hand tightly gripped her sword.

'You should be searching for him right now, you would have a better chance of finding him yourself." The voice said which made Matilda shake her head.

"I don't know if I could find him myself, which is why I have people helping me." She waved her hand back and forth.

"Oh like that bumpkin bear, the necromancer, and that snooty tin man? They have done nothing to help your investigation. Tin man ditched you, and the other two were found squat except for talking to birds and dead bodies." The voice's voice was speaking to Matilda in a mocking manner.

"They have been quite helpful, so don't underestimate their abilities. I believe in them.' This made the voice chuckle.

"Ha, I highly doubt that. You would be better off without them, the rage is what get's things done. SMASH AND RIP." The voice seemed to disappear, its voice echoing in her ears. Matilda took the bottle of whiskey out, chugging the contents. Feeling a bit of her sanity starting to fade away.


[System]
Age: 31 (born in March)

Human Appearance: Lee is a tall woman, a bit less than six feet tall and even taller in heels. Her regimen of dance and self defense have made her solid and athletic, but her muscles are softened by generous curves. Her hair is cut in a layered bob just past her chin, and her bangs are just long enough to get into her eyes, something she doesn't really notice. Her eyes are milky hazel and tend to wander, focusing on nothing. Her lips are full, but she rarely wears any sort of lipstick with the exception of a simple and nearly colorless gloss. She does not wear much makeup at all, aside from a little foundation and a smidge of blush, since putting it on is difficult for her. Her face is somewhere between an oval and a heart, with a strong nose and round cheeks. Her clothes tend to be of a certain set of colors, picked so that if she grabs the wrong one they won't clash too badly. This means nothing too bright, nor any particularly loud patterns.

Oddly enough she does have preferred colors, even though she can't tell what they look like. Lee has formed strong associations for various colors based on things described by that color. Pinks and oranges like the sunset appeal to her because of a certain quality to the air once the sun goes down. She also likes the green of grass or a walk in the woods, and the yellow of sunshine.

She has a distinct preference for comfortable clothing, and a fondness for textured fabrics like velvet, suede, silk, fleece, and knits. She is as comfortable in skirts as jeans or yoga pants and a sweatshirt, and what she wears depends a lot on what she is doing that day. While teaching she wears close-fitting clothing, though she puts something over it before heading home on all but the hottest days, in which case she often changes.

Personality: Lee is a polite young lady, and generally composed. She is usually softspoken and an excellent listener. She is generous by nature, and had to learn where to draw the line so as not to overextend herself. She can be a bit gullible if presented with someone in need of assistance, and she doesn't like saying no, even when she knows it's in her best interests to do so. She has minor social anxiety, and she values her time alone, even though she loves people and loves spending time with a wide network of friends. She tries to project a confidence that she does not always feel, especially in a social situation where her discomfort might negatively impact the enjoyment of others. She is sensitive to noisy environments and large amounts of chaotic motion, and either can be overwhelming. Lee has clinical depression, though she's had it more or less in hand for some time. On bad days she can be moody and irritable, and she does need to take a break from doing things to focus on herself now and then, but overall she's doing well.

Occupation: dance instructor

History: Cecilly's mother Emily Krichilsky was young -- only twenty, and not yet married. The man she was seeing vanished before she even knew she was pregnant, and she eventually married another man, Dave Roseberg. Lee's half-brother Ruben is several years younger than she, but the two are still close.

Lee was born blind, though she was otherwise a healthy baby. However what neither her mother nor the ob/gyn realized was that her father had been infected with miasma when she was conceived, and she'd inherited some of the...changes. Her spatial perception was the only active aspect of her infection, and it is in theory possible that a high sensitivity to air currents and sound could account for most of it. It is not uncommon for those lacking a given sense to have greater discernment with others, and while her ability is a bit odd and certainly unusually precise, Lee never exhibited any other signs of infection, and the miasma itself was in a dormant state.

Her life was generally uneventful, the usual mix of good and bad. She was a good student but not exceptional, and she took up dance as an alternative to sports (specifically gymnastics). As a young teen she picked up martial arts, deciding that the mental discipline taught with many of the eastern systems would help her deal with her increasing struggle with depression. This is also when she started seriously pursuing a career in dance. Initially she picked a performing arts major, but after helping with an informal dance class over a break Lee realized that she liked teaching just as much as dancing itself, possibly more. She switched performing arts to her minor and graduated with a Master's in dance education.

She initially started as a junior instructor at a fairly large studio in town that specialized in ballet, but Lee wanted to offer something a a bit less formal -- and something closer to where she lived, where it wasn't a long walk from public transportation to get there. A few of her college friends had a similar desire, and they pooled their funds and purchased an old theatre in a historic part of town, where the city council was trying to lure leasers. With some grants, some help, and a lot of fundraising, the group fixed the place up to suit their needs. While they often come close to the wire on repaying loans, they've managed to weather every time money was short thus far. An older dancer fallen on hard times has since joined them, and the little studio has built up a reputation for excellence, variety, and reliability.

Infection Status: Infected (dormant, possible aberrant incubation)

Miasma Abilities: Cecilly exhibits an odd form of spatial perception. She is able to tell where things are around her, though her range is far less than that of most people's vision. She can sense perhaps as far as a large classroom (her preferred studio is one where she can stand by one wall and see most of the way to the other). The closer something is, the more detail she can make out. This perception extends in a full sphere around her; she is not hindered by the direction she is facing. She cannot see through windows, and screens are meaningless surfaces. If there is a large object between her and something else -- such as the corner of a building -- Lee can pick up somewhat more beyond it than would be visible, but still experiences a sharp dropoff in level of detail. Smaller objects are less of an issue and for something like a tree trunk of moderate size they do not block her senses. A lot of debris in the air can distract and disrupt her abilities, though things like mist and light rain are far less of an issue.

Following her encounter with Smile, her awareness has begun to reach beyond the surface of objects, though not all the way through them. If someone put their face by a window she was near, Lee can pick that up, and she can detect things like broken bones, thin ice, and other issues of structural integrity. Thus far, that is the only noticeable change.

Miasma Appearance: none
Lee has yet to exhibit the ability to transform.

Other:
Lee is Jewish, and she attends Shabbat and holiday services regularly at the conservative synagogue where she is a member.

She has a good relationship with both her mother and her stepfather, but in terms of family Lee is closest to her half-brother and her maternal grandmother. Ruben is away at college, though the two stay in touch via phone and the internet. Leah Krichilsky lives in assisted living just a few blocks from Lee's apartment building and is always delighted when her granddaughter comes to visit, at least once a week and often more. Leah is over ninety but still possessed of a sharp mind, and while she often relies a great deal on her cane she is quite active -- often to the consternation of everyone who knows her. The old lady has never really accepted that she's not as capable as she was at merely fifty, and at her age a broken bone or a turned ankle could be a serious problem.

Lee speaks fluent Yiddish, taught by her grandmother.

She owns an orange tabby by the name of Freddie.

Cecilly really dislikes elevators and any sort of enclosed vehicle. She does use bus and subway extensively, as she cannot drive, but if at all possible she prefers to walk places. She loves walking in general, and often if she doesn't have anything to do she'll just go for a wander in a nearby park or subdivision.

She takes an aikido class once a week, and is good enough at self defence that she believes she could hold her own in a hand-to-hand fight if someone tried to mug her -- so long as they didn't have a gun.

She has an especial fondness for tap.

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It was hard to make out details, but when the strange woman took out what seemed to be a needle, Lee backed away and ended up falling right out of the bed. She could feel a trickle of blood making its way across her hand as she lay dazed for a moment, and quickly returned pressure to the insertion site of the IV she'd removed. She leaned against the bed as she got to her feet, trying to process what the man was telling her.

"So...after whatever happened, now people are after me. And I'm just supposed to trust the two of you?" Had she been sure of her balance she would have backed away -- as it was she*shrank back. Private security...no company name offered, not even their names, some unknown employer. And she was supposed to bring them home to her apartment? But what if she was being targetted because of...whatever that thing had been. They were being polite enough, but they were armed, and -- how could she sense the heavy scarring of unexposed skin?!

There was too much she didn't understand, and far too few answers to go around. She didn't think they were actually private security, but they were armed, and she was not in any shape to be resisting. She could call someone, let them know....

Her belongings. She was going to need them, and something other than the hospital gown she was in, not to mention shoes. And...even if it did incapacitate her later, it was her best option for the moment. "Fine. Does one of you know how to give shots?" Lee wouldn't be able to administer it herself, and her breath hissed out impatiently as the strangers exchanged glances. She tried to relax as the woman inched her way closer, but she felt as nervous as the other two appeared. She needed to get out of this place. The injection began to take effect at once, and soon she could stand on her own. The moment she was able, Lee made her way over to the cupboard where she sensed her things -- it was uncanny, being able to tell her shoes were beyond the closed door, but sure enough, there they were.

What the hell is going on?!

The faded smell of dried blood reached her, and her clothing felt stiff. "...Do either of you have something I can wear? Even just a large overcoat?" she asked, just fishing her things out of the pockets. Her shoes and purse she grabbed. They would just have to do. "The hospital gown is a bit obvious, and my things...." She grimaced, and tried not to shudder. As she spoke, she was already jamming her feet into her sneakers. "Oh, and yes -- I am very much going to want answers." I just hope someone has them. Dear God.

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The well-dressed man was nodding, gesturing. "She's trained," he said, as his companion approached. She was shaking, Cecilly knew, trembling like a leaf in high winds until she took a breath, and then another breath, and then - startling the man - slapped herself full across the face. Her body calmed and steadied, and it was with what was almost practiced ease that she approached Lee with the needle. Growing clarity brought the woman into sharper relief. Short hair, dyed with something - the unnatural texture was a giveaway - features too drawn and twisted with fear to be pretty. Well-muscled, not just a gym body. Sweater and slacks. Sneakers, incongruous with the outfit. She was in her early thirties; the man was older but not by a lot. Businesslike now. Efficient. Had they done this before?

"Here," said the woman, jogging, almost running to the door to retrieve a duffle bag and bring it to the bed. Clothing - shirts, jeans, socks and sneakers, underthings, the works - a first aid kit, various items. A flashlight, ironically.

And another gun. Heavy, again, a serious caliber. The woman was laying out clothes across the bed; she placed the gun without comment, an offering. It was loaded.

"It might help with trust," the man said. "I'm Caleb, by the way. It's our h-" The hesitation was brief but unmistakable. "Our pleasure to make your acquaintance. My associate is-"

"Jane," she said suddenly, seeming to startle herself with her own voice. Lee could feel her cheeks color as she leaned past to arrange more clothing. Jane smiled, then, a small and private thing.

Vanishing at noises from the direction of the elevator. The tension flooded back into the pair. Jane took her gun out of her purse, checked it, and flicked the safety off. "I'm sorry, ma'am. You're probably still a little woozy, but you're going to have to hurry."

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They'd come prepared, it seemed. How had their employer known about this? Or whoever sent them, because something was definitely very fishy. But they're my ticket out of here, and there's clearly something going on. If the power's out I can probably ditch them somewhere here. The noise of the lights had faded, though she still heard the chorus of other machinery and monitors. A hospital wouldn't have all their power on the same grid, and they'd have a generator backup for essential systems. That wouldn't include all the lights. Might be worth a shot.

It was reassuring that the clothing was not precisely her size. Only close enough. Lee disregarded modesty beyond turning away to quickly pull them on. She ignored the flashlight, but the gun made her hesitate. It sounded like she could really use some sort of weapon.

No, bad idea.

The first rule of any weapon was know how to use it, and she'd no training with firearms. She knew, in a vague sort of way, some of the basic rules, but even ignoring personal safety with it Lee wasn't sure how to go about aiming one. "From the sound of it I'm already in trouble. The last thing I need is to commit an actual crime. Oh, and I'm Lee."

She could hear noise in the hall, people speaking with concern, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. There was still fuzz along the edges of her senses, but she had her balance and her coordination. And really, did she even know what she was looking for to be after them? "Ready as I'm going to be, I guess." Shoving a hand into her purse, she grabbed her swiss army knife and flipped out the largest of the blades by feel. It wasn't exactly a good weapon, but it was what she had, and she knew how to use it. Lee didn't pull it out into sight, but just having it open and ready where she could easily grab it was an advantage.

She prayed she wouldn't need to use it.


[System]
Species: Human/Wraith Hybrid

Age: Unknown; Thousands of Years

Gender: Male

Neutral 'Villain' - 'I'm just doing my job... nothing to see here.'

Weapons/Powers: Grimore wields a long, yet powerful Scythe, known infamously as "Death's Scythe". It is known for producing shockwaves at opponents when swiped at blink-of-an-eye speeds and can even suck the souls from dying and severely weakened opponents. The souls then happen to make the scythe stronger and more powerful. He also has the ability for telekinesis and can transport himself from our world to hell, but only in battle has it been limited to whatever is in his line of vision. He can also levitate in the air and merge with walls as a way to spy on someone.

Personality: Grimore is a very mysterious fellow indeed. While usually calm natured, he happens to be severely sadistic, often mocking his dying victims as he rips the souls from their hosts. He is incredibly brutal, yet cunning at the same time with a very high IQ level. He also happens to be very strategic, often planning his move before moving in for the kill.

History: Not much is known about Grimore's past, but he happens to be born from a human mother and a wraith father, thus creating a hybrid. In his early years, he resided in the depths of hell itself, where he was trained to become 'an impersonator of Death", and was given his father scythe, known infamously as "Death's Scythe". He was to become what many call to be the next Grim Reaper, the impersonification of death, the champion of hell, the bringer of death, as well as various other notorious titles. With heavy training and mastery of various fighting arts, he has become a powerful and dangerous opponent to encounter in a dark alley.

Weakness: Grimore despises bright light, hence he usually resides dark places and comes out at night. He can also be killed with his own scythe. In addition, the scythe can only suck the souls out of severely weakened or dying opponents, not to those who are healthy.

Other: Wraith are often considered outcasts in human society, which is why the often live in Hell during most of the day (they also hate light) and come out illegally at night.

Theme: Death Follows...

Voice

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It wasn't that odd of a sight to see a pack of wolves running around Osaka, especially if they were led by a pure black wolf that was a good foot taller than the rest. All it meant was that Lysander and his pack were on the prowl. This time, their quarry was a demon who had been bank robbing, taking and sometimes killing human hostages along the way. This demon was quite the tricky one, and humans couldn't track him. So Lysander and his pack took the case. There was no better tracker than a werewolf, after all.

"The scent is leading to the Demon's Den." Lysander growled to his pack. "All of you, be on your guard. We're tracking this thief right into his home turf, and I don't want any deaths among the pack. Understood?"
"Understood!" The pack chorused in reply. Lysander raised his nose to the sky and howled, the pack taking up the call. Criminals in the area knew what that meant; the pack had found their prey. The hunt was on.

[Assistant]
Nero Garuhi

Apartment

A deep silence had filled the musky, stifling apartment. Shadows grew tall in the room, with the only light reflecting from the television screen, ranting and raving about the recent Orc and Kappa bank heist, and how the H.A.M.S.S member, Ryia the dracogirl was able to put a stop to their attempted robbery. Flashes of photographs of the car being toppled over and the robbers in question being hauled away dotted the television screen. A pair of eyes watched from in the shadows, Nero, sitting still on a dirty, mangled sofa with his cold, calculated eyes gazed like daggers at the screen, his face twisted into a frown, scornfully he spoke to himself.

"Dumb Bitch..." He venomously spat, taking a sip of a putrid glass of tapwater laid within his left hand, followed by a pained sigh.

"You just let a bunch of idiots live. Why didn't you kill them...? Now they will live, and get a nice comfy prison cell to fester inside, wasting our funds on them, the cost of a prisoner is expensive, and now you've just guaranteed more of my and everyone else's taxes fund the mouths of worthless scumbags... You stupid whore..."

Nero's hand twitched and violently shook, in but a second the glass began to crack, almost completely severing the glass completely before Nero resisted the urge to do so. Instead he simply set the glass down on the floor and stood up, shaking his head in disinterest at the following news, he felt taking his eyes off the tv would probably benefit him, plus, avoiding the stupidity of the world around him would no doubt benefit and save his sanity.

The stern male approached his bedroom, opening the door his weapons and technological tools of choice laid bare for only him to see. A small flicker of a smile returned to him for a mere moment, before his attention turned to maintaining his weapons of choice. Who knows how long it would take for him to get called on an actual mission where he could nullify the existences of bastards who didn't deserve to breathe. It didn't take the man long to calibrate his weapons, perfect and in just the right shape. They would need to be, given the fact his job involved putting down sorry bastards who were against him, monster and human alike. By the time he was done tinkering, the smile he had briefly possessed returned once more, as his body collapsed onto his bed.

His rest turned out to be merely a small respite, his smartphone, lodged in his pocket violently vibrated, a phonecall. Lazily sliding his hand into his pocket, he knew the number immediately as he looked to check. A mission. A demon... preying on humans after taking them hostage, robbing banks. Another bank?

"Give me a fucking break..." He loudly groaned, rubbing his forehead with disdain. It's not like he could deny the job, this was his life now. Upon listening further for his mission, he was informed Lysander was already on the sight for the demon, and was making quick progress.

"Fine... I'll go see too it these things actually remain dead... Not like that..."

Nero had to bite his lip to stop him from speaking, he would gain nothing from badmouthing his other members so openly, and quickly shut himself up, hastily accepted and shut off his phone. With a mission accepted he gripped his weapons of choice and equipped them, readying his HF blade, his rifle and all his other tools, the man quickly left through his open window, quickly darting off to pursue Lysander, and provide backup.

Osaka Streets

Using the rooftops to his advantage, the scent of grime and the vision of steam escaping from the ducts on each roof worked wonders to keep Lysander from getting the drop on his scent. He would notice his scent if he had leapt down, but keeping to the roofs was the only choice he had so that he wasn't spotted. If he couldn't spot nero, the enemy most likely wouldn't either, with any luck. Curiously, Nero continued to race across the rooftops, until the werewolf had stopped, telling his group that they dont want any deaths among the pack, and that the demons lair was close.

("he found them already...?") Nero pondered before the moron unleashed a loud howl. Nero went pale for a minute, before screaming internally into himself, shouting inside his own mind.

("YOU'RE KIDDING ME?! THIS IDIOT JUST ANNOUNCED HIS PRESENCE TO THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD?! WHY DIDN'T HE JUST WAIT AND PICK THE OPPONENTS OFF STEALTHILY?! THIS FOOL! THIS IDIOT! THIS DUMBASS!")

A faint breeze passed by Nero's ear the moment he stopped to think. In but a mere moment, a demon had already quickly circled around him, its fangs outstretched ready to chomp on his neck at the next given second. Of course, Nero wouldn't allow such a thing to happen and so merely hopped out of the way, causing the demon to stumble, losing its balance. He could just let the demon fall off the building, but that definitely wouldn't stop it, no he needed to do this more efficiently. With a quick unsheathe, Nero had removed the High-freuqnecy tachi from within and diagonally sliced upward. The molten hot, electric blade quickly carved through the demons hip, through the stomach, the ribcage and its jugular in but a single slice, effectively eliminating one of the demons with little effort as it collapsed back, nothing but a mere corpse now.

"Great... this is just perfect..."

[User] The pack raced through the streets, hot on the trail. Then, suddenly, Lysander stopped dead. The scent split off in five different directions. Identical scents, so it wasn't multiple demons... "Listen up!" Lysander barked. "We've got a splitter! Rin, Darke, Scar, Ores, take seven wolves each and follow a trail. The rest, with me!" It was impossible to find out which was the real demon until it was killed. This would be a glorious hunt. Breaking into a run, Lysander followed the center trail.

[Assistant]
Light was enjoying a nice meal at a restaurant she frequented. Sure unlike other monster girls she didn't have a human face or anything, so unlike say the laminas or harpies or what have you people were a bit wary, if they didn't stare at her chest, which seemed to be the norm in some places, this restaurant excluded.

While she was enjoying the complimentary bread sticks while waiting for her meal, a dragonkin entered the restaurant. Much like males of his kind, he demanded 'special attention', as if he was royalty or something, and much like dragons, got a bit violent when things didn't go his way. "Oy... Dunno whats up with these things and their 'entitlement'." Light said, putting down the piece of bread she was eating and making her way over to the commotion.

"I'm a mighty dragon. How dare you not give me that window seat!" The dragonkin said, snorting smoke in the face of the greeter while holding them by the collar. "I'm sorry sir, but thats already taken." The greater replied, hitting a button to call security. Soon after, two men, one ork and one human, came out to try to drag the dragonkin off to no avail, one getting knocked out and the other getting some nasty burns in the process.

"Hey, whats the big deal?" Light said as the dragonkin was antagonizing the greeter again, tapping him on the shoulder with one of her finger claws. Still angry, the dragonkin slashed at her, leaving a large gash in her chest. "Ow! What was that for?" Light said, staggering back a bit and clutching the wound. As the dragonkin laughed at his apparent victory, Light struck with a leg sweep followed by an uppercut, the wound in her chest nearly healed up. She then grabbed the dragon by his tail, and with a giggle, launched him out the door he came in, his head denting a lamp post as he flew into it.

"Sorry about the blood. It'll go away on its own." Light said, pointing to the mess that the dragonkin had made as she made her way back to her table, continuing to wait for her meal.

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"Oh, come on, did you really think I'd be that easy?"

Malvagita moved slowly towards her prey, a smile lazily forming on her light purple lips as her tentacles drew her ever closer to the cowering guy before her. "M-Mal, babe, d-don't we have something? O-our connection! I-I'll take you out on dates, w-we can live a happy life! I l-love you! Y-you don't need to kill me!"

Mal laughs, such a beautiful laugh from such a creature. "Oh, darling, stop stammering. You were far cuter when you spiked my drink at the bar." The man gasps. "I-I d-didn't do that!"

Malvagita's face turns sour. "Lying doesn't become of you. And you were so cute too," She sighs. Closing the distance, she looks at his face one more time before plunging a tentacle into his chest. He screams for a single second before gurgling, and Malvagita pulls out his still beating heart. "Just as gorgeous as your face," she says, before consuming it into her tentacles with a shimmer of purple light. "Much better."

After another shimmering purple light, Malvagita is once more the stunning woman with long legs, and only a tinge of purple on her lips. Ignoring the body completely, she walks out of it's apartment and down the hall, exiting the block. The only trace of her existence in the room being the corpse, and the purple tinge slowly moving across the mans slowly cooling skin.

[Assistant]
Alluna
Grimore Walker

As Malgavita's victim lies dead on the floor, with its heart in her possession, there happened to be a witness that saw the entire thing. However, this was just no ordinary bystander who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, or some super secret reporter who was following the two. It was no one like them. And it was on the ceiling... slowly rising (descending?) from the concrete, revealing himself to be the notorious Grimore Walker, the 'Grim Reaper'! As his whole body begins to reveal itself from the ceiling, he slowly levitates down to the ground until he was right beside the heartless corpse, ozzing with purple tinge. He happens to be wielding a massive Scythe, which happens to be his personal one. Grimore looks down as he kneals beside it, shaking his head.

"Poor fool..." he says to the dead man, "A shame that you have to die so soon... but how unfortunate to be by your Kraken girlfriend. Why did you even make that choice in the first place? Yes, we all have our own preferences to what and whom we like, but your choice in choosing the bloodlust of a blood dependent monster is most utterly... illogical."

He pauses to inspect the purple tinge.

"And she had made quite a mark on you."

He then pauses as he listens closely... for he can hear the screams of the person's soul, begging to be released from this organic prison.

"I hear you..." answers Grimore calmly as he gets to his feet, "A pity that you were put with such a foolish host..."

"But now..."

The Grim Reaper raises his scythe as it glows a ghastly blue as it begins to pull the soul from the dead body, wailing furiously, almost... agonizingly. Yet soon, he was ripped from it's host and became one with the Scythe, which made a bright glow until slowly darkening back to it's original state.

"You are in better hands..."


[System]
Nickname: Leo
Age: 18

Why your taking the trip of a lifetime: He just wants to have fun with the others and to make a lot of memories. Though, it seems that he also wants to take a bunch of pictures for his photography blog.

Personality: To a lot of people, Leo's an outgoing and fun-loving person. He is often referred to as a ball of energy. He doesn't seem to let anything get him down - even the reality of the world, which he is completely aware of, isn't enough to bring him down. He's quick to bounce back from sadness, should it come to that, and continue to be his cheerful and optimistic self. He's willing to try a lot of new things if it sounds fun but his interest doesn't stick too easily. Aside from photography, he has no other hobbies to turn to.

He seems to have a need to constantly have someone by his side as he finds himself feeling lonely only after a short while away from any contact with others. He easily gets lonely, and when he gets lonely, that's when he gets depressed. He also finds talking about his problems very difficult as he doesn't want anyone to know that he has problems. To him, he feels like it is a responsibility to be a beacon of positive energy for other people.

Backstory: Leo was born to a father who is an oil tycoon and a mother who is a contractor. He also has an older brother named Lester whom he was once very close to. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Anything he wanted, he could get. They were rich after all. That's why he was able to look back at his childhood very fondly. He had caring parents and a good older brother. Of course, all good things must come to an end. When Lester had failed to meet their father's expectations of him taking on the family business, heated arguments ensued every night at dinner. His mother tried to quell the heat as long as she can but they would always end up parting ways before anyone could finish properly. Lester had also fallen to drug abuse which only furthered their father's anger for him. Lester was soon put in jail but his father refused to bail him out.

In the span of this time, Leo couldn't open up to his parents that he also didn't want to be a businessman or anything like that. He wanted to try his hand at professional photography or maybe even medicine! But he would end up like Lester so he kept photography as only a hobby and promised his parents, mostly to his father really, that he would take up business management. At the start of high school, he had started up a blog that was just filled with photos of the places he went to, which was a lot considering his family often went out, and it garnered quite a bit of followers. He now diligently posts new photos every time he goes to someplace interesting.

Favorite Music Genre: Doesn't seem to have a preferred type of music

Others:
- He's an aromantic asexual person who usually acts like a wingman for both girls and boys
- He's willing to drive for most of the trip

[User]
AN ONCE AGAIN WE OFFER OUR CONGRATULATIONS TO SOUTH CITY HIGH SCHOOL
 CLASS OF 2017

 The auditorium expoldes with loud cheer and excitement. A flurry of navy blue graduation caps are flung into the air as everyone stands up and starts hugging everyone. All of the staff is standing and clapping along with the parents, who are wiping tears out of their eyes. A loud air horn goes off somewhere in the back in celebration. A banner unfolds down the balcony saying Proud Patriot Parents The student counselors start dismissing the students to the back behind the stage and escorts them to there apporiate changing rooms. "I hope you all have a fun summer!"

Benjamin gets to his locker and unzips the Navy Blue gown and hangs it up. He is wearing black pants and a black suit with a Plan B skate tie. He hold his diploma in his hands and just stares at the cover of it. This is it! This is what we all worked for. The men are still cheering and celebrating. Someone comes along and slaps Benny on the back and wishes him well. He's glad he graduated and can't wait to see his father, but this trip is all he's thinking about. More people have said they want to come than he has room for in his Impala. Where can he find a second vehicle on such sort notice? He picks up his duffle bag with all of this clothes and basic needs. He also picks up his back pack with his skateboard attached to the back and straps it on. Benny heads down to the hall where everyone is gathering and stops to take a pictures and selfies with people. always sticking his tongue out or throwing up the peace sign. He gets out of the large crowd and finally finds his father who is wearing a South City Patriots hat. He gives his father a huge bear hug and pats him on the back as his father does the same. "I'm Proud of you boy!" Benny didn't know he wanted to hear this but he can't help but smile and choke down this feeling. "Thanks dad! I worked for this! How is Eileen?"He asked about his step mother but he didn't really care. He just wanted this day to go good. "She's good at home sleeping..". Benny nods and looks around. "Well old man! I Love you but the road is calling my name and I got to go and find everyone who signed up for this trip." He gives his father one last hug and places his diploma in his father's hand. Benny starts to look around for anybody he might know. He looks back at his father and yells "I call you when I get there!" He puts his skateboard on the ground and skates his way to the Impala.

[Assistant]
Many people found graduation ceremonies boring, tedious, and way too cheesy. And although, they definitely were boring and tedious, cheese is something Zac can't help but love. The throwing of the caps, the celebrating, the selfies and writing in each others year books. As soon as the graduates get out and get changed, Zac goes around mingling. Though he didn't have many close friends, everyone seemed eager to share kind words and promises of keeping in touch. He knew that less than ten percent of those promises would be kept, but he didn't really mind all that much. He just made sure the selfies were taken on their phones, not his.

He eventually pushes through the crowds to find his family. His parents and two younger brothers. He gathers them all in a family group hug among choruses of proud exclamations. "Thanks guys, wouldn't be here without you." He says with a heartfelt smile.
"We're so proud of you, son. And to show that..." His father pauses, taking a small box out of his jacket pocket and handing it to him. "We're giving you this."
Zac eyes the box curiously, opening it to see a key-chain. "Are you serious right now?? You're giving me the van??" He exclaims looking in between the key and his father with an ecstatic look on his face.
"Yep, it's all yours. All your stuff is already packed in it, ready for your trip."
"Oh my god, thank you so much!" He wraps his arms around his father tightly, a tear or two running down his cheek. He takes a step back, his eyes moving in between each member of his family. "I'm really gonna miss you guys. Now, I'm gonna get going before we all start crying and I don't end up leaving. I love you all, I'll call you every night!"

One last group hug, and he's off, jogging to what is now his van, which conveniently, is parked only a few spaces away from Benny's impala. He smirks when he sees Benny, the one organizing the big road trip to LA. "Yo, Benny! Check it out! Dad gave me his van!" He calls out, excitedly brandishing the keys. "So if there's not enough room in your car, I can take another one or two with me!"

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Leonardo looked at the diploma he had on his hands. He was part of the honor roll. Surely his father wouldn't be angry. Wait, was he even here? He was sure that his mother would be there. She always was a supportive person. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he gave him a thumbs up. They talked for a while as they changed out of their toga and into their formal attire. He was wearing a long sleeved white dress shirt, black pants and a black suit. He had a red necktie. They then headed out and joined in on the photos like the teenagers they are. In fact, Leo even took out his camera to take pictures of his class and others. They were all smiles and some even shed tears of joy.

They passed after all!

He squeezed out of the groups and found his mother there. He quickly headed over and then they hugged. "Congratulations Leo!" She then noticed that he was looking around and she spoke, "Your father couldn't come. Business meeting."

"Should have expected that. At least you're here for me mom, thanks for that." Leo then gave her another hug.

"Here, a letter from your brother." His mother said, giving him a piece of folded paper. It was a letter about congratulating him for finishing high school and how he should enjoy his life. Lester also said that he was proud of him and that he was sure that he would go on to become a successful person. Even after his father technically disowned him, but didn't actually sign any papers, his mother and him would still visit Lester.

"I need to go mom. Time for our little field trip." His mother handed him his bag that was his essentials for the trip and some extra money, even if he had a lot. Leo kissed her on the cheek before saying goodbye after he gave her the suit jacket. He was fine with going around in his semi-casual outfit after all. He then headed over to where the meeting was.

"Yo Ben, Zac! Think fast!" He yelled as he brought the camera up and then snapped a photo of the two, whatever their positions were.


[System]
Username: Vongola_Hasayo
Age: 14

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Italy/Japan

Role: Soon-to-be Vongola XI

Flame: Sky

Weapon/Fighting Style:

Appearance:

Personality: In some ways Luca is similar his predecessor in middle school and in others they are complete opposites. Luca isn't the most socially adept, spending a lot of time by himself in the schools music room or his own at home. He's not as poor a student as Tsuna was but he's not making the honor roll anytime soon. His confidence is lacking and he has a fear of leadership that rivals that of Tsuna's fear of Reborn. Their similarities aren't all negative though. Despite all his short comings Luca has incredible perseverance. His confidence may be lacking but that doesn't mean he won't try and give everything he can. He has a good-heart and wouldn't wish harm upon others. At the same time he doesn't like to see others get hurt. That's were the similarities end.

Luca is a much more reckless and impulsive person, throwing himself in the middle of trouble. Though somewhat timid he can be quite the hothead around certain people. More over his aggression towards those he sees as enemies and scum comes as an intimidating glare that only targets them and only reassures the people he cares about. He's not as forgiving as Tsuna but given time he'll come around. While he's never quite sure if he can do something it never stops him from giving his all. There are only two things Luca refuses to do though: try to lead and play the piano inn front of others.

Luca can be somewhat oblivious but her it's actually very sensitive to the hidden feelings in a person's heart. In the end though he might try and keep his distance his warm and inviting air is ever present revealing his own true feelings in the moment.

History: Luca was born in a small town in Italy known as Trespiano to Katsuo and Felicita Yuuki.

Other: Luca is a talented pianist and enjoys writing music though he'll never perform in front of anyone.

[User]
"WAH!"

The football slammed into the back of the net with a impressive thwack, a few strings even coming undone from the force. The poor girl that had avoided the ball, despite being the captain of the team and current goal keeper for this little end of semester match, gave out a thankful sigh. "Yuki, you can hold back, we are just meant to be playing around you know" The captain gave out a chuckle with a few others of the team as she went to get the ball.

"I know, and I was holding back"

Yuki was gracefully bouncing on the spot, the boundless energy that she was showing was in contrast to her expression. She had been here for only a month and yet she made a good amount of friends on the athletics teams of the school, it was rather a shame she joined so late in the year. It was the very reason she was annoyed at that moment, the fact that she was enjoying herself and yet..

The bell tolled and signaled the end of the semester, but just as Yuki was about to sprint off to her new source of excitement, her captain called out to her. "Yuki! I need you to help me clean up" She said it with a smile but Yuki was looking more annoyed than ever before as she started to make her way back, kind of hoping she could have caught Luca before he left.

A hour or so passed before she could make her way home, her spats and training hoodie still on as she did not waste any time changing out of them. Raising her gaze form the floor, her ice colored eyes locked onto a familiar form, causing her to go into a full on sprint! A few steps away she flung her arms around Luca from behind, of course she couldn't see his bruises and scraps so the hug may have been more painful than she intended...

"You're going home late Luca, did you wait for me?~"

[Assistant]
"I gotta admit Taiga's not all talk..." Luca muttered, flinching as he rubbed his cheek. After the skirmish all Luca wanted to do was take a bath and drop dead o onto his bed. Unfortunately, he knew that wasn't an option. As soon as he stepped through the door his parents were going to drag him out to the summer festival. Speaking of people who were probably going try and get him out to the festival.

Luca grunted in pain as he suddenly felt someone jump him from behind. "You're going home late Luca, did you wait for me?~" His face redened slightly as he looked back at the snowy haired girl. "H-Hey, come on..." Luca squirmed uncomfortably in Yuki's embrace. It was a stark contrast how Luca could go from being so bold and aggressive around guys like Taiga to being timid and unsure of himself with everyone else. "Actually, I was held up by Taiga..." His dwindled as he spoke knowing how Yuki got when it came to Luca and fighting. He didn't understand out but how she had become quite attached to him and could be somewhat...protective.

[User]
Tack......... Tack......... Tack.........

An echo of a bamboo sharply clacking against a rock reverberated throughout the serene, traditional Japanese garden, as the sōzu (water fountain) repeated its upwards and downwards motions with the filling and emptying of the bamboo fountain piece. The water in the pond stirred, koi fishes of different variety of colors decorated the viridescent waters, from orange to white to black, and even blue. A faint summer breeze blew past the now green cherry blossom tree, lightly rustling its leaves as a few number of them were carried away by the wind, eventually descending upon the ground. The only other sound that broke the tranquil silence was the shrilling of a cicada, which truly marked the beginning of the burning heat season.

A raven haired male was seated in a kneeling position on the wooden floor of a veranda with the scenery of the aforementioned garden. Still as a tree, the male sat down in silence with minimal movement, his blue eyes shut closed and hands firmly placed atop his lap. A wooden sword rested on the floor beside him as if it had recently been used. He was adorned in a kendogi, the appropriate uniform worn when one practiced kendo, which exactly hinted what he had been doing previously. Ren, the said male, was in the middle of his meditation after a strenuous sword practice session. Clearing one's mind of unnecessary thoughts in a relaxing environment was how he favored to take his breaks. How old geezer-like as it may sound, Ren was still a middle schooler but the influence of the people around him caused him to be this way. Being tutored at the comfort of his home without peers from his age group did not make the matters any better.

A set of footsteps from the hallway approached the young heir before it was revealed to be from his old butler. Ren stayed in his initial position with no reaction whatsoever, knowing well enough that it was possibly one of his servants. The old man upon being at a certain distance, deeply bowed as a greeting to his master and gently set a serving of green tea beside the boy before parting his lips to speak.

"Pardon me for my intrusion young master, but Master Kanesada has instructed me to inform you of your compulsory attendance to the summer festival this evening being held at the city."

"............... Is it truly necessary?"

"He has mentioned of an heir being announced tonight for our allied group, Vongola."

"..... Understood. Make haste preparations."

[Assistant]
It was truly a beautiful day. The kind of day one would hope for, or rather expect, on the last day of school before summer vacation. Not to mention the coming festival. These days were particularly busy for Asuka. But she handled it all without batting an eye. It was simple really. In her words, If I couldn't do at least this much, I wouldn't be fit as Student Council President. That was usually her response when it came to matters like the amount of work she took on. Today. Today she was making a few rounds, seeing how the last day was going. She'd had a few meeting and appointments with future club heads regarding the budgets for next year. She could rework those over the summer. So confident she was that she wouldn't be losing her position.

Though this wasn't where her interest lied. No, her interest was in Luca. Sleeping throughout the end of class again was he? She supposed she could let it slide on the last day. Besides she had other things to attend to. Even so, she nearly butted in when he and Taiga decided on holding a little brawl on the roof after Taiga's announcement. She would have done something about this self-proclaimed successor to legendary Hibari Kyoya, but it was another matter that could be let slide. Especially, since the bell had already rung. She was technically off duty, but the StuCo President never officially clocked out, so to speak.

Still, here she was. Walking home while thinking of the next responsibility she would hold. She'd had a meeting with some teachers. The Student Council would be holding a booth at the festival. Rather they were requested to help with one. It seemed a local shop owner who had already paid the festival admission fee to run a booth had ended up getting hurt. She agreed to help, but the other council members all had vacations or other things to do. Sometimes it seemed as though she may as well be the only member. "Rice balls and chocolate bananas huh?" That was it. Making and selling rice balls and chocolate bananas. This shop was getting popular because of some of their special ingredient in each product. Which was why such simple things were their primary sellers.

"Hm?" She looked up, coming back from her thoughts when she heard two familiar voices. "Ah! Luca! Yuki!" She called out as she approached the two. "It's so good to see you two. It's especially good to see you awake." She spoke to both and then more specifically to Luca. "Though I do wish you and Taiga would keep your childish fights off of the roof. Somebody could get hurt." She added to him. "Or maybe don't fight on school grounds at all if you can avoid it. Would be much better than walking home bruises and hurt like this." She giggled looking him over once more. "Oh and how are you doing Yuki? I hope you've been adjusting nicely after joining us here." She was standing just a bit away from them now so as not to be too close, her bag held firmly in her hands in front of her skirt. These two would work. Even one of them would be find to pull into helping at the stand.

[User]
Victoire walks around curiously around town, smiling slightly at the sights Namimori has to offer. It was very refreshing for her to be in this place, the place where the Vongola Decimo grew up. While Victoire is wondering why the Vongola Family has to send someone from the Varia instead of their own agents to observe the next generation of the Vongola, but it's not like Victoire to question orders, so she didn't. The minute Victoire stepped out of the airport, anyone would figure out that she is not Japanese. The nineteen-year old woman was wearing what is to be presumed as the modern fashion trends in France, and can be assumed that she was just a simple tourist. Not a cold-blooded assassin, she brightly thought as she enthusiastically checks out the shops here in Namimori. Even though it's her first time here, she managed to speak good enough Japanese. After all, you need to speak at least seven languages to be a part of the Varia.

Victoire beamed when she heard about the summer festival tonight. "Hm...it sounds fun. Maybe I should go there tonight," she muttered gently to herself as she heads to a neighborhood. She blinked when she noticed two girls and a boy, all of them probably in middle school. Victoire silently hid herself from their view when she recognized the boy's face. Luca Yuuki, potential next boss of the Vongola Famiglia, she curiously studied his face, her eyes slightly softening. He's so young, but I heard the Vongola Decimo was about the same age when he started his training.

Of course, Victoire on the other hand, started training the life of a mafioso when she was about six or seven. She smiled fondly at those memories, kind of proud of herself now that they don't have to move house by house to avoid those who were chasing them. She shook her head, driving out the memories of the past. She turned around and went the other way, this time heading for the apartment building she will have to live in in her stay here in Namimori. Or I should buy a yukata for tonight. And the potential next Vongola might be there as well.

[Assistant]
Yuki's face darkened slightly as she finally noticed the bruises on Luca's face, and when he mentioned the name she knew all too well she looked back to the school. "I wonder if it is too late to go back..." She muttered under her breath, though being so close Luca would have been able to hear her plan to go back, likely just to scare the guy as she had never really interfered with Luca's fights.

"Ah! Luca! Yuki!"

However it seemed like her little revenge would have to wait as Asuka made her way over to the pair, Yuki turning with Luca so that she didn't have to let him go for the time being... What? She was nursing him back to health, and for some reason she had the feeling that they were being watched, strange... "Yeah, it is a shame I didn't have more time this year, I wanted to try out for one of the school sports teams" Since she joined just a month away from the end of the semester it was sadly not possible this time. "That reminds me, are you going to the festival miss president? Luca and I are" Of course if Luca said otherwise she would give him just a little squeeze to make sure he understood he was going...

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Luca instantly registered Yuki's mood change at the mention of Taiga and her acknowledgement of his minor injuries. He heard mutter about going back which was exactly what he was afraid of. "That's okay I'm fine. Besides Taiga isn't worth it and bruises are nothing. Hehehe ow..." He hastily tried to calm her down by demonstrating how fine he was by patting his own shoulder which solicited a wince of pain.

Just when Luca was sure Yuki was going to start making her way toward the school the inevitable trauma her target was going to experience was avoided thanks to a timely appearance by the class president. "That's a relief..." He said to himself with sighed that was interrupted by Yuki's turn, still embracing him. "Luca, Yuki. It's so good to see you two. It's especially good to see you awake." Luca chuckled nervously at the comment on his sleeping habits. It was scary how Asuka always knew. However it wasn't so much of a mystery how she knew about his run in with Taiga. "Someone needs to teach that guy a lesson. I just so happen to be the one who's usually around..." Luca replied as he turned his gaze, the disdain he had for the guy apparent. His temper vanished as quickly as it had arisen and was replaced by his usual docile demeanor. Though he felt something was a little off.

Asuka always seemed to be planning and managing something in her head. The same went for now even as she talked to them. Luca had a bad feeling about this. Yuki asked the president if she would be attending the festival declaring that she and Luca were which he tried to protest but as he opened his mouth to say otherwise he felt Yuki's grip tighten and he fell silent. "Yeah, should be fun miss president..." Just as he anticipated he wasn't escaping it himself. As much as he wanted to be annoyed by that fact Luca really thought it might be fun.


[System]
* Age: 18
* Gender: Female
* Appearance:
* Personality:
Haruko is unambitious, preferring to do things for her won sake. She does not seek anyone else's approval but her own. Life is taken one day at a time and she prefers not to dwell on any doubts or fears but tackles them them head on instead. She is compassionate and polite, treating others and their problems with the same attitude that she would prefer they treat her.
* Skills: Haruka is skilled in Judo and as a result her body is very fit. She also has a exceptional memory and has little difficulty in working her way through life's everyday problems.
* Equipment: A modern smartphone with a smartwatch that has a braille interface that allows her to read whatever she runs her finger over on the phones screen. The phone is also connected to a Bluetooth earbud.
She also has a white cane to aid in navigation.
* Soul Arts:
	+ Second Sight: Haruko sees through the eyes and to a limited degree can hear and feel the sensations felt by another person. With some effort she can also make small changes to what they sense for better or for worse. Maybe in time she will be able to use this ability on more than one target. This goes behind her right ear.
* Brief Backstory: In her first year of junior high school Haruko suffered injuries in a car accident that left her blind in both eyes. She missed a full year of school to recover and relearn how to live her life. The change in circumstance did little to change her attitude towards life, but presented new challenges to overcome.
After returning to classes she became active in the schools Judo team, Judo being a sport that caters particularly well to the blind. She made friends most readily with those on the team and had few outside of it. In competition Haruko did well but had no desire to compete at any higher level. Haruko is a year behind in her classes, now in high school, and continues with the same hobbies.

[User]
— ??? —

There was a crashing noise as someone banged into something. Haruko turned away from the counter towards thew commotion to say something.

Suddenly the world disappeared and for a moment the ground dropped out from under her. Gone were the sounds of traffic, the air conditioning in the store and even the wind. All there was was the feeling of people around her and the sensation of movement. Haruko froze, her default reaction in any unexpected situation, with her cane in one hand and the bread in the other.

Then the sensation stopped and people began to speak. The first wasn't one that she recognized but it and the bells struck her as familiar. So she remained quiet, listening and completely lost.

[Assistant]
It didn't take long for Shuusuke to realize he was no longer in the store.

He had, only a few seconds ago, landed hard on his rear after all. So as he shook his head to clear the stars in his vision (not caused by his synesthesia, for once), he suddenly found himself somewhere completely different.

It took Shuusuke just a bit longer to wrap his head around this whole situation.

He found himself in an elevator, surrounded by several other people. People, he realized, that also went to his school, judging by the fact that most of them were wearing the school uniform.

He slowly stood, before taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He put his glasses back on just as the elevator opened up to a large room that looked way too familiar.

A dream, then, he thought.

And then just as quickly, he dispelled that notion. That wouldn't have been his first conclusion in a dream, and a quick pinch and twist on the back of his hand confirmed that.

So then... this was real?

What was more believable, the fact that someone had set this up as a prank and managed to get him and a bunch of people in this situation (that, he had to remind himself, he had found himself in in less than a second)? Or that this was all... what was this even?

Shuusuke found himself, for the first time in quite a long time, completely lost.

[User]
HOSHITANI YUUGA

I should've changed beforehand.

Yuuga blinked. This was… not ideal. He had no idea where he was. And he was still in his kyudo uniform. Which meant that all his stuff was back at school.

Can't even call for help. Phone was in my bag.

The towering boy looked about, taking in the surroundings. Looked like an opulent place. A fancy karaoke room maybe. Definitely something out of the price range for a usual mixer. But he digressed. What stood out to him most was the number of people he knew that were with him. Yuuga ran through his mental catalogue again, trying to get some bearings of these schoolmates. Perhaps there would be a trend among them?

Motoyama Keita. Smart. One of seniors of the programming club. Girls liked that semi-formal style of his. Moderately known around the school, mostly for his work in investigating that disturbing new app.

Yamada Manami. The Hound of Yamamura's Halls. Not an actual moniker the girl held, just something his friends liked to call her behind her back. Yuuga didn't disagree with the sentiment. Geez, and here he thought Chiyu was unpopular. His more casually-attired friends often spoke of the unpleasant experiences they had with the amethyst-eyed disciplinarian.

Maki Haruko. Blind. Quiet, not that Yuuga could blame her, with that disability and all. Manages to not be a sad puppy charity case sorta deal. Pretty adept in judo, surprisingly. Altogether, only really known for her blindness and judo. Nothing personality or appearance-based like Yuuga.

Umeda Maiko. Athletic. Some kind of bumpkin? Yuuga distantly remembered a conversation about her technophobe family. Something like that. Friendly, but plain-talking. Not the kind of personality that gets you into the popular cliques.

Sasegawa Hikaru. Handsome. Boy Detective Extraordinaire. Those looks and the fact that the guy worked with the police force meant that the investigator had a legion of fangirls fawning over him at school. Shame that straight-laced attitude put all that incidental popularity to waste. Yuuga was jealous.

Chiyu Shoukei. He'd already been over this. He was glad that he had someone he'd talked to recently going through this with him.

Ieiri Shuusuke. Cranky. Loner. Some people thought of him as a weirdo with all that talk about colours. Not even the kind of person Yuuga would hang out with to make him seem like a friendlier guy.

I'll edit Nerevarine's characters in here if they make a post that puts them in the elevator.
All in all, no real rhyme or reason why these particular students were brought here. Nothing that Yuuga could think of, anyway. By the time he finished examining the last person, a small girl in some kind of miko outfit (cosplay?) had bounded up to the group. Yuuga failed to muster any intelligible response besides a quiet "Oh…uh…wh-what, where are we?"

The Hound and Motoyama had already asked the necessary questions. Yuuga regretted missing his chance to make some sort of rousing comment.

[Assistant]
"..."

For a few moments, Hikaru silently observed her surroundings. This was, of course, the place she had seen in her dreams. What she had previously assumed to be the product of a late night no longer seemed to be so. The detective elected to remain quiet, however. The small girl with the bells in her hair and the miko outfit had a number of different questions to answer to, given the strange situation they now found themselves in. As a result, Hikaru decided that the most natural option would be one of observation. She would allow others to ask their questions first, and observe her surroundings and the responses of the girl in question.

Who, for her part, seemed rather stunned for a moment. Not one, but two people had just questioned her gender?

"Ah... that's... Look, what does it matter?!" she suddenly cried, letting out a huff and folding her arms. Was she... pouting? Certainly that shattered some of the mysterious image around her, but it wasn't long before she had regained her composure. "... In any case, this place is where I can most freely interact with humanity. You're humanity, aren't you?"

She cocked her head to one side, eyeing the assembled students. "You felt that way when I contacted you before."

So the dreams were some form of contact...? Hikaru nodded to herself. Her initial shock had been replaced with a desire for answers.

The question about the unpaid groceries went absolutely ignored.

The next question Tsukuyomi chose to address was from... ah, Manami? Yes, Yamada Manami. It was impossible not to recognize the straightlaced student. A model adherent to school rules, to say the least. Hikaru noticed what she could only assume now was a goddess show a mild twitch of irritation at having a familiar honorific applied to her, but in this case she didn't make any sort of outburst.

"This is a hollow space, a location in which the mediums of the collective unconscious and the waking world are uninterrupted," Tsukuyomi explained, "While there's nothing stopping from me appearing to you anywhere I so choose, this location allows me the most freedom. This hollow space is located in my domain, as well."

Tsukuyomi's domain... At that, Hikaru had to speak up.

"So, you're saying that this 'hollow space' is located within the moon?" she asked, her voice calm and level.

"... Ah? Yes, you could say that," Tsukuyomi replied, with a nod, "But regardless, there's more pressing matters to attend to. All of you have seen Strange Gospel, haven't you?"

Was that what this was about? Was this... deity... it still felt so surreal to realize that was what Tsukuyomi must be, also concerned with Strange Gospel? Just what was the phone app?

"Its origins are not of your world," Tsukuyomi continued. Behind her, one of the screens lowered itself, and suddenly stretched, expanding wider and wider, displaying in full the bleak cityscape. The strange sky. And yet... somehow, so recognizable... "It came from the Apocrypha. In order to stop it, you'll need to go there, as well."

@Mercurial@Crimmy@RolePlayerRoxas@TheFake@CondorTalon@banjoanjo

[User]
Keita's right eye twitched as literally every last of his questions went unanswered. Even for a girl who had adopted the name of the god of the moon (and that aside, Tsukuyomi was traditionally a male name), there was only so far rudeness and apparent contempt could go. Before he could press the matter any further, though, the other people in the area began to speak up as well. Deciding that the matter of groceries meant less at the moment than the apparent spiriting away of the entire grou-

Wait. Hold on. This was related to Strange Gospel? Now things were starting to click.

"...Oi. Don't say stuff like that so carelessly. Putting aside the concept of 'hollow space' aside, you just said that this whole thing was related to Strange Gospel, didn't you?" he asked, the synapses firing off in his head left and right as if they were klaxons blasting out at full force.

This feels really dangerous right now for so many reasons, but I have to ask--!

"So if we're here physically, and that... Thing is related to Strange Gospel, are you telling me that you have something to do with all the people going missing? Are you the one who distributed the app in the first place?"

Though the questions felt marginally accusatory in nature, the programmer couldn't help but be curious. Too many things were lining up far too conveniently for conclusions like this to not be drawn, after all.

[Assistant]
Things were only getting more and more bizarre as far as Maiko could tell. It seemed this "Tsukuyomi" was a touch sensitive. Maiko was beginning to seriously doubt the credibility of this girl. Surely this had to be some kind of trick? Maybe they were on some kind of elaborate prank game-show? A billion conspiratorial thoughts were erupting in Maiko's mind. But in spite of it all, Maiko chose to focus on what the others were saying. It was somewhat important that she knew what was going on, after all. As it turned out, the discussion of just what this place was flowed into a discussion about Strange Gospel. It just had to be Strange Gospel, didn't it? Even when spirited away to some bizarre new location, Strange Gospel followed them here too.

When Keita spoke up again, he raised a very interesting possibility; that this "Tsukuyomi" had something to do with the app. Latching onto those words, Maiko started on the first train of thought that came to mind. "Oh my god, have we been kidnapped!? Is this what happened to everyone else!?" She was basically spouting conspiracy theories without much thought as to whether they made a lick of sense now. She wasn't really in a state of mind to slow down and carefully consider what was going on. In fact, that was generally something she wouldn't have done from the get go.

[User]
— Hollow Space —

She took in what she could from the exchange, although whatever visual aides that were present wen unappreciated. The she recognized Keita's voice rom nearby.

"I don't really think that we were kidnapped. I'm sure that we can go any thime. And that aside, I doubt that Tsukuyomi ha anything to do with creating Strange Gospel. She's all but asked us to put a stop to it at this point."

Haruko reoriented herself towards where the voice of Tsukuyomi had been coming from.

"So just what do you expect of us and why us?"