[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hometown: Hau'oli City, Alola

Appearance: Ezra stands at a lofty 6'2", among one of the tallest males in his family. At 185 lbs., most of the boy's body consists mostly of trained, toned and maintained muscle.

His broad shoulders, thin waist, long arms, and even longer legs give him the silhouette of a competitive swimmer, while his natural olive-tan skin and shoulder-length mane of smooth black locks give off the disposition of an accomplished beach bum. If anything, you could assume he keeps up more with his body more than he does his hair, considering how disheveled it can get at times. If it's not kept in a ponytail, it gets puffy with humidity and will get all over the place. His goatee's a bit better, but his facial hair doesn't grow as drastically anyway, so he really doesn't make any attempt to keep up with it.

His choice in clothing completes his look of a casual athlete. Don't expect anything less than light, sleeveless shirts and shorts in warmer climates, and hoodies and sweatsuits when it gets chilly.

Personality: On the surface, Ezra might be one of the happiest people you meet. Always a pep in his step, and a tune on his mind. It's rare to see him without a smile, something his family members picked up on ever since he was a child. To the uninitiated, he could be considered 'loud' and 'hyperactive', and honestly, that would be a fair assessment. There's a good chance you might find him talking on his phone, most likely gossiping with a family member.

Despite his cheery disposition, Ezra suppresses a myriad of emotions under the surface. Sensations of doubt, anxiety, self-loathing and regret plague the boy due to some complex and personal situations involving his family. He'll do what he can to never have those dark emotions show, and uses his positive affections to keep them at bay.

Profession: Trainer of both pokemon and people. Ezra's natural empathy towards the important people in his life made it easy to be a fitness instructor and personal trainer for the studio in his hometown. He's always eager to help folk better themselves, and it shows in both his work and his pokemon battles.

Talents: Given his background, Ezra has accrued many athletic talents. He's a great runner, a solid lifter, and surfs for fun. His cardio skills would make his energy look limitless if you didn't know him. Ask him to do a flip and he'll ask "a frontflip or a backflip?" before doing both anyway.

Inventory: Honestly, Ezra didn't come to Kanto with the thought of long-term adventure in mind. He'd figure he would be spending more time hanging around his cousins' place and taking in the sights, and it shows with what he packed in his medium-sized duffel bag:

- A week's worth of his favorite clothes (with double the amount of undergarments, socks, and compression tights, along with an extra pair of sneakers)
- 7 pokeballs (one of which is already preoccupied by Brie)
- Smartphone (and an athletic armband to keep it out of his hands and pockets during fitness activities)
- Wireless earbuds (usually secured around his neck if not in his ears)
- Water bottle w/ metal tumbler (for quick protein shakes)
- Way too many protein snacks (jerky, trail mix, and snack bars, all edible for both people and pokemon)
- Assorted accessories and toiletries (hair ties, sunglasses, etc.)
- Wallet (contains ID, passport card, spending cash, debit card (that he was instructed to use only under emergency circumstances), two family photos (one full family photo, one of his mother hugging him on his first day of school), a membership card to his local gym)
 - Carries wallet in a fanny pack if he needs it out on a run

Starter Pokemon: Brie, a young Oshawott from the Unova region. He and his sister were invited to spend a summer with an aunt's family in Castelia City, and there he received the egg from the family as a birthday gift. Since then, he and the sassy Oshawott have been thick as thieves. She does what she can to keep him focused on his goals, and keeps him from delving too deep into the darker folds of his thoughts.

Biography:
To say Ezra has a big family would be an understatement. Between his mother, Felicia and his father Ezekiel are three sets of twins, all five years apart. At the oldest stand Ezra and his twin sister Esmerelda (nicknamed Eazy and Ezzie by family, respectively), below them are twin brothers Eli and Tawny, and lastly are the identical girls Elena and Esther.

Fel and Zeke were getting busy, sure, but that's just how it was within the Daly and Fichuo dynasties. Hell, they aren't even the only couple in the family with several sets of twins! Early generations of the families (both Alolan-born) were full of kids, and the majority of them ventured out into the world once they could.

As a result, you could probably find at least one family with a Daly or Fichuo last name in most regions. Despite the distance, they all did what they could to keep in contact with each other. Family reunions happened more often than not, and the turn out was always massive. It didn't take much for Ezra to make fast friends with many of his cousins, and his parents usually made an effort to make sure both he and Esmerelda could leave Alola from time to time to visit them.

That family-encouraged wanderlust was what got him his Oshawott, and also what drew him to the Kanto region. Some Kantoian cousins of his (Zapp and his two sisters, Franny and Kelly) invited out to spend some time with them. Zapp, in particular, mentioned the local league challenge and dared his cousin to try it out while he was in the region. Ezra, ever so intrigued by the league traditions of the Kanto, stuffed some stuff into a duffel bag and made his way out. Ezzie, who had her own trip to Johto planned, exchanged some kind words and playful banter with her brother before dropping him off at the airport and seeing him off.

Notes/Other: Ezra's color is #00FFAE, Brie's is #E3CA19, Favorite pokemon game is HeartGold/SoulSilver. HeartGold specifically, due to my personal ties to the original Gold Version.

[User]
As Lizbeth walked towards the lab, she noticed a man walking alongside her, carrying a strange Pokémon by him. Well, perhaps strange wasn't the right word, but it was a Pokémon she herself had never seen. It was quite "adorable..."

She clasped her mouth quickly, having realized she just said that out loud, though only in a kind of hushed voice. Maybe he hadn't heard her. Maybe she could just keep walking and he wouldn't turn towards her. Maybe he thought she was weird for just saying something like that randomly. Maybemaybemaybemaybemaybemaybemaybe...

As those thoughts filled her head, she began to blush until her face was bright red under her tan skin. Ace was familiar with this behaviour from her, and so he urged her to continue walking by tugging at her jacket collar and pointing towards the lab. She nodded, her head a little clearer, but her face still a beat red, and walked faster than the man did.

But her walking speed made her body rock up and down a bit more than usual, and so her wallet accidentally fell out of her pocket. Lisbeth gasped. "Oh no!" What the wallet contained wasn't much, and at least her card hadn't fallen out, but her two trainer cards were standing out of it now. She scrambled to pick it back up and put the two cards away again, and she didn't bring herself to look back at the man to see if he had noticed them.

[Assistant]
"Satomi! Don't go too far ahead!"

Having found the main road to the Oak Research Lab, Hana and Satomi had begun the uphill trek to the front doors. Being both lighter in weight and not having to carry a backpack and suitcase, the little Pokémon had simply dashed ahead as if she were in a race with Hana. She paused about twenty feet ahead of her Trainer at regular intervals, then sped uphill again as Hana got closer. But eventually Satomi ran out of road to travel, and Hana caught up with her at the top of the hill.

"You're a little rascal sometimes, you know that?" Hana crouched down and lightly scratched the underside of Satomi's helmet-shaped head with one fingernail. It was a ticklish spot that she'd discovered early on in caring for Satomi when she was still super young. Even Steel-type Pokémon could be ticklish, and Satomi wriggled away, half-squeaking and half-laughing as she did so.

"At any rate, we're here. But I think we might need to wait for more Trainers to arrive for registration." It'll be easier to speak with the Professor as part of a group, was the part she left unsaid. There were some wooden benches outside the Lab, looking down at the rest of Pallet Town, and Hana took a seat, setting her suitcase and backpack down as she did so. From the former, she dug out a half-finished case of Pokémon food and set a cube of it down on the grass. Satomi instantly rushed over.

But Hana raised a finger. "Not so fast. You can have half now, and half when we start on the road out of town. Okay?" Satomi raised one bladed arm and obligingly cut the cube down the middle, taking one piece for herself. As she returned the other half to the case and put the food away, Hana sat back on the bench and did her best to relax after the effort of the walk.

[User]
"Adorable…"

Ezra was too encompassed in his phone to notice the murmurs of the girl glancing in his direction, but Brie certainly caught the claim.

"Osha osh-osh, wott." I think she just called you cute, Eazy. Brie replied, tugging on the boy's hood to acquire his attention. The young Oshawott almost recoiled at the sight of the weird pink imp trying to get its trainer under control.

"Huh? What's up, Brie?" As he looked up from his smart device, the girl from the airport went red in the face in an attempt to get away from him. He hadn't even realized she was so close until just now. "Is she-?" His personal trainer mode was taking over. Considering the two seemed to have arrived from the airport at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling some extreme case of jet lag. "She could be overexerting herself. Not good for the body in the long run." Instinctively, Ezra slowed his gait as she sped up, to better assess the situation.

"Oh no!"

Then she dropped her wallet in her attempts to speed walk. On reflex, Ezra practically jumped at the chance to help, but she was in better control of the situation than he anticipated. "What's that accent? Is she from-?" As he thought, he caught a quick glance at the contents spilling out of her wallet. Looked like a pair of cards. One had a black-haired girl with a cool side cut that racked the boy's brain. "Swear I've seen that one somewhere before. Online, I think? Or on a magazine or something…"

Quite quickly, the girl recovered from her spill and carried on. Ezra and Brie both raised curious eyebrows at the scene. "Oshawott?" She's a weird one, huh? Brie muttered.

Seemed she had no problem traveling along the incline the path was quickly turning into. As Ezra looked on, He noticed they both were heading towards the Professor's lab. "Guess I'll ask about her condition when we reach the top of this hill." He continued up the paved road, sure to stay a couple of paces behind the girl. If she got too tired to go any further, he'd figure the least he could do was offer his help.


[System]
Age: 24
Role: Tiger Monk
Preferred Weapon: Sankaku yari (Spear)

Powers: Weakness Detection
(lmao chopper yay!)
:

Intuitive Aptitude
With this ability, Olive can determine stress points in solid material, objects, machines, and people based off of keen observation and/or intuition. With the lightest of hits, she could shatter a brick or even cause a person to lose feeling in an arm with a touch at the right nerve center. While destroying a mountain with a pluck of a finger isn't possible, it is conceivable that she can cause a building's collapse with an explosive planted at the proper spot.

For her baby stages, she has a general feeling for finding a weak spot but she won't be entirely accurate. Focusing on this ability could be intentional or instinctive, but either way the result is the same. Once she becomes more skilled, she'll come to know where to strike to cause the maximum damage with the least effort.

Personality:
Olive is stoic, brutally honest and ever-enduring. She does not complain, or whine, or wish for a better life. She's cool and collected, though she is known to be very outgoing once she knows you. Olive is the type of person who will do what she believes absolutely needs to be done. She also studies fighting tactics quite a bit, leading to an iron-clad confident side of her that has yet to manifest. Inside, Olive has always longed for freedom from regulations and to travel the world. In that, she also has romantic ideals of heroism and adventure as well as a strong moral code which she cannot help but hold others to. She is extremely protective of the weak and innocent.

Bio:
tbr

Appearance:
Olive is 5'8" with a muscular but lean build. She has dark brown hair and eyes. She is tanned from spending most of her time outside. Her daily outfit consists of plain t-shirts or tank tops, skinny jeans, and a hoodie.

[User]
"Hurry up, Junko. We're gonna' leave without you if you don't hurrrrryyyyyy." An almost annoying high-pitched voice called from the entrance area of Junko's house. It's owner, a girl with pink tied back hair, and another girl, whose dark, blue-tinted hair covered her eyes just about completely and in the back fell to around her shoulders, stood in the entrance waiting for their friend.

"S-sorry! I'm coming down now." Junko called back feebly as she threw on her school uniform and looked through her schoolbag to double check for her materials.

Downstairs, the pink-haired girl continued, "If you don't hurry, Yuri here is going to be punished." Pointing her finger into the other girl's shoulder.

"I'm coming down nooooow!" Junko yelled as she came hastily out of her room and headed down the stairs. "Just don't do anything mean to Yuri!"

Yuri stared down the pink-haired girl for a few seconds before speaking, "Who was punishing who again, Kanae?" Even without seeing Yuri's eyes, Kanae knew when there was that occasional evil intent coming from her friend.

"Punish? I do-do-don't know what you're talking about Yuri." Kanae replied as she turned just in time for the two to see Junko slip on the last step of the stairs and pretty much making a faceplant. "Ouch. You okay?" Kanae was just glad for the distraction.

"Owie." Junko muttered as she started to stand up again, but not before Yuri was by her side helping out. "Thanks, Yuri." With the help of the other girl she stood up. Her face still stung a little, but nothing damaging. "Let's go before we're late!"

It was early in the morning, but Junko wasn't sure about the time. She didn't carry a watch around and her parents didn't think she needed a cell phone yet claiming she'd just lose it, or some kid at school would steal it. That didn't really matter to her though. Her friends were there with her and she was ready for school now. "Any reason you were late today? Usually you're sitting in the entrance of your house getting your shoes on when we get there." Kanae asked. She didn't exactly break the silence, but that was the elephant walking right alongside them.

Junko wasn't completely sure, "I think I had a dream last night. . . No, it was a nightmare. Definitely scary. I woke up a few times, but I don't remember what exactly happened. I just remember a woman in it." Either from not knowing what to say, or perhaps just respect for her situation Yuri and Kanae simply nodded it off and let the issue go. It wasn't too long after that before the trio arrived at school albeit in silence.

"Well, I guess we're at least at school now." Junko commented while looking ahead with a slight smile. "Too bad you have a different class from us Kana-- Eeek!" Junko called out as a boy crashed into her and the two fell to the ground.

"Hey! Stupid girl! Watch where yer' standing!" He called out as he pushed himself up to complain more before realizing who he was talking to and practically jumping back. "I-I-I mean, pardon me?" He muttered barely enough for any of the three girls to hear.

Junko meanwhile silently stood up and dusted her skirt off giving off a light chuckle. Almost by instinct Yuri and Kanae walked towards the school, knowing what would happen at this point. "I think you just need to watch where you are going boy-o. Did your parents not teach you basic manners when you knock down a lady?" Threateningly, she start to crack her knuckles as she made a path straight towards the boy. There was practically a raging fire in her eyes as she slowly closed the distance though it finally when she was interrupted by the sound of the school bell. As if breaking a trance, the girl jumped and made dash towards the school. "Oh no! I can't be late for school again!" Relieved, the boy could only fall to his rear wanting a rest from practically avoiding a bullet.

[Assistant]
"Okay so let me get this straight. I go from being sent to a hot spot to being a body guard over the course of one night, forcing me to change flights last second because...?" Joshua said as he drove through the streets on a barrowed motorcycle, speaking into his helmet's Bluetooth.

"Two reasons. First off, the pay was better, believe it or not. And second, Mother worries about you." His sister Sakura said from the other side of the line. "Besides, you'll be guarding a girl around your age so..."

"I swear, if you finish that sentence, you will regret it when I get home. Sides, I'm not staying here for long am I? A week or two at best?"

"It's indefinite. Could be that, could be several years. Who knows."

"... Well shit." Joshua said before hanging up, not wanting to hear his sister pester him about the possibility of getting a girlfriend. Seriously, the chances of that happening with his occupation were very, very slim. He was likely going to die before he even reached 30, though it appeared his mother was trying her best to make sure that wasn't going to happen. Sighing, he turned a corner and continued his way until he arrived at the mansion his client lived that. After getting through the gate, he found a place to park his bike before getting off and placing his helmet on the handles. Tying his hair up, he entered the mansion and looked around, whistling at the sight. The people who owned this place must be loaded. No wonder the job paid well. Just as he went to examine a nearby painting, a servant arrived and took him to what looked like a study before telling him that a man named Raiden would be arriving shortly. Seeing as he would be doing some waiting, Joshua took a seat and took the opportunity to relax a little.

Yashia

[User]
A large figure entered through the large study doors a few minutes after Joshua has arrived and made himself comfortable. The man was built enough to be considered in the most muscular man competition from the amount of rippling muscles that showed themselves through the probably very expensive black suit he had on. He adjusted some loose hair back in it's place as he stopped in front of Joshua looking down at him from his massive height of 6'11 "I take it your the bodyguard, the one I been assured is the best money can possibly buy...besides an army I suppose...I will cut to the Chase...I am Raiden armeshia Yashia. I am a very rich man for all the business I am in and own. You are here to stay with my eldest daughter for an unknown amount of time. I have a few rules one is try to do anything to her and I will personally make sure you are never found and the company you work for is erased off the face of this earth. Rule two, you are under MY orders not Amaya's. She will protest not needing anyone and stuff due to her kind nature she gets from her mother. And rule three, is the most obvious one. Never allow anything to happen to her. Right now she is at the local animal shelter assisting with feeding the animals there before she heads to school  she does this everyday for some reason. Now go"he said. Being quick about Joshua's assignment as he snapped his fingers, summoning one of his servants to escort Joshua out without another word.

"There you go Annabell, you are all ready, all new banages and everything so don't mess with them or your leg will never heal" Amaya said gently to the small black haired puppy in her arms. She giggled when she received a sloppy kiss in response " I am going to take that as a thank you" she replied to herself setting the puppy back in it's cage so it could rest and get better..

[Assistant]
The sheets twisted being slightly kicked of by the figure underneath them as they tossed and turned in a panic, a nightmare clutching at them but not able to wake from the dreamworld. The rapid breathing was starting to hitch, sweat pouring off their brow as tears rolled down tanned skin cheek like a waterfall before the person shot up with a scream of terror. The wide rust colored eyes searched desperately around the room for any sort of attacker in her hazed mind as it tried to catch up with what was going on. She panted hard, a hand clutched to her chest as she seemed to be having ghost pains from the nightmare she had just been in and she also needed to be sure it wasn't real, that she was fine. Chleo took a few moments to just calm herself, feeling embarrassed about the feeling of fear that was still clinging to her even though she was much calmer than when she had first awoken from her slumber. It was just a dream. A silly dream you barely even remember if any of it at all so why am I feeling this way. Get a hold of yourself, this is ridiculous!" she thought to herself, quickly swiping away the water on her face with her sleeve before looking to the clock, almost wanting to groan at the time it read. She had only been asleep for about three hours going on four and now thanks to the dream she had no desire to return to dreamland anytime soon. It was going to be a long work night and she was going to need so much coffee before hand.

Chleo dragged herself out of bed, making her way to the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower before she decided what to do with her day since she was now up and about. "Well, sleep is overrated anyway." she said to the mirror with a quick nod as if her reflection was agreeing with her statement before she hopped in the shower and readied herself. She took the time to fix up her hair, even adding in small braids because she could and boredom played a big key in the choice. It was long before she was plopped face first on the couch, groaning in boredom as the tv played in the background. "Maybe I should go out for breakfast..." Chleo muttered into the couch cushion before slowly turning her head to the side and reaching an arm out to grab the keys from the coffee table. She dragged them off the glass lazily, pushing herself slowly up and headed out the door without even bothering to shut off the television.

[User]
"Coffee. Here. Now."

"Yes sir." Rae replied, silently rolling her eyes at her current employer. She had been his assistant for five months, and knew that he liked his coffee at exactly 9 o'clock. Even when she held the cup in her hand, giving it to him, he still barked the order. If it weren't for the excellent pay and connections, Rae would have left ages ago. She was already putting out feelers for the rival company, just in case.

"Girl. Do you have the files I asked for?" She handed them over.

"Also, Mr. Gates stopped by the other day. I told him you were out, but he wasn't very happy about that. He told me to tell you, 'You have five days left to pay up, otherwise…' or something ominous like that."

"Pah!" He scowled. "Just because he has a little blackmail does not give him the right to…" The rest of the sentence descended into grumbles. "I'm the CEO of a highly successful company with connections. Why aren't any of those connections with the police? Let me tell you, girl. The police are useless. Money is where the power is."

"Of course it is sir." Rae agreed, smiling. She turned and left the office, still smiling. Money is power? What an idiot. She thought, There's more to it than that. A lot more.

[Assistant]
Olive Sweets groggily opened her eyes when the sun's rays shone over her face. She slowly sat up, running a hand through her wild bed hair in an attempt to tame it before slipping out of the many blankets that had kept her warm over the night. With a mighty yawn, the lean girl starting stretching, grumbling a bit here and there. Her whole body ached and for good reason. Olive had an intense work out at the naginata dojo last night, leaving with a multitude of bruises on her body. She didn't remember much after finishing classes. She must have stumbled back into her apartment room half asleep and passed out once she reached her bed.

Life was good. She would relax today, make a nice cup of chamomile tea, watch some cute animal videos, and take a cat nap later. Humming a cheery tune to herself, she started wrapping bandages over her torn hands. Even though her hands were calloused now, they occasionally cracked from handling the spear too often. It was painful but Olive always felt proud of herself. It was proof of her hard work. With a small sigh, she tossed the bandage roll onto her bed before heading to the bathroom.

...

The brunette suddenly froze, turning her head a bit to the left to stare at her calendar and then at a clock. A look of despair crossed her face. Olive Sweets was late for work. She quickly ran around, cleaning herself up before throwing on some clothes and grabbing her gym bag on the way out. Breakfast would have to be bought from the near-by convenience store. And she would have to think of a way to placate her forever grumpy boss. Maybe some cookies would help!

It didn't take long for Olive to reach the store at full sprint. "Get cookies and then go," she repeated to herself. She flung the store door open and rushed in. Unfortunately, she failed to see that there was a person right in front of her and just like that, Olive crashed into said person. A curse softly slipped out of her mouth as she literally bounced off the guy, stumbling around before regaining her balance. "Sorry 'bout that," she quickly said, looking up at the rather tall man before crinkling her nose. She was no stranger to the stench of sweat and exercise but goodness, he smelled like a wet dog.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alex was born willowy, but a dancer's dedication has made her five-foot-six frame a little more solid. She's a third-generation American from a melting-pot of a family, but her Indo-African roots show in her loose brown curls and skin that looks half a shade too dark for the freckles smattered across her nose. She has a cluster of flowers tattooed on her right shoulder, a product both of her love of pretty things and her curiosity about the sting of a tattooist's needle (it was a thrill, but not one she's likely to repeat).

She likes flowy garments—loose tunics; lacy dresses; skirts that swish—but compromises for practicality when on assignment. A few layered tank tops, a cluster of necklaces, and a myriad collection of jackets and cardigans make up her primary Guardian uniform.

Personality: She's very physical, but not very violent. Alex likes tactile things: the press of a kiss, the taste of coffee, the feel of silk on her skin. Given the choice, she would go everywhere barefoot.

When it comes to being in the field, she's good at rolling with the punches, but when it comes to dealing with people, she's on the sensitive side—she tries to hide it, but her feelings are easily hurt, and it's hard for her to let go of something once it's said or done.

Motive: Alex's last relationship was physical...and violent. She did get out eventually, but it left her feeling uncomfortably powerless. Her choice to volunteer was made in a particularly desperate moment; later, she was ashamed to be doing something so noble for so selfish a reason, but couldn't bring herself to withdraw.

Ability: Why fix what's not broken? The government researchers seem to agree, because they didn't give Alex powers so much as build on ones she already had: stamina and strength. These enhancements are fairly passive, as superpowers go, but they make her a great partner: it takes her a long time to get tired, which means she can support someone else on the team who's worn out or injured, and she can take a beating, which means she can draw fire when necessary, whether as a distraction or to provide temporary relief.

The flip side of this is that these abilities are bolstered by adrenaline, which means that it's easy for Alex to overextend herself in a fight and not realize it until after the fighting's done, at which point, the pain or exhaustion can be downright debilitating.

Team: TBA

Extras: Alex is friendly and easy to get along with, so she has plenty of acquaintances, but she only has one best friend: Jericho, with whom she keeps in constant touch (and who is not entirely thrilled with her decision to become a Guardian).

[User]
Thomas was worried. He was always worried. Even his own mind wouldn't let him deter from this fret. But he held fast as he arrived via foot at the office building. He saw a few others walking in. Straightening up his suit, Thomas checked the time. 5:24 pm. Good. He was early at being half an hour early to the meeting. Thomas liked being early. It let him have time to think in situations. But anxiety hit him. What if he was too early? What if the others that were walking in were just scientists going back for something? What if the others that were actually supposed to be here thought of him as weird for showing up early?

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8... He calmed before even reaching 10. Good. Thomas slicked his hair back--only to have it curl back into it's natural shape again-- and walked to the building. Suddenly, he could feel it. Massive amounts of fear. Massive amounts of struggling. He could sense it all the way to the meeting room. The secretary at the front desk showed the most fear. She more than likely didn't have powers and was too afraid of what she did not understand completely. Thomas quickly pulled a lot of fear to himself and away from the woman, watching as a sudden smile adorned her face.

There. That should keep her calm

Thomas sat through the meeting, keeping careful attention to what he could keep up with, and for some reason, he felt an unnatural satisfaction. He felt like he knew everything he needed to know and suddenly, Thomas wasn't worried. He sat back as he required no questions and listened to those who gave forth theirs.

[Assistant]
From her seat near the center of the group, Alex listened.

More accurately, Alex listened, fiddled with one of the leather cords on her bracelet, and thought, I am never going to hear the end of this. Between her mother, her brother, and her best friend, the guilt trips would be legion. Only her father would spare her.

Maybe I'll die, she thought, and then no one will be able to yell at me about my life choices—and then felt immediately guilty, no filial help necessary. Death was not a joke, and neither was their situation. Things were about to get a lot more dangerous than the search-and-rescue, disaster-relief type jobs she'd been doing as she finished up her training. She skimmed her eyes over the other Guardians gathered here, but couldn't tell at a glance if they were any more or less prepared than she was.

As the director wrapped up her speech and opened the floor for questions, Alex reached into the backpack sitting at her feet and plucked out the cup that was poking from the top. She let the taste of chocolate and raspberry ground her for a moment, listening to the redheaded woman ask her question. It was a probably a fair one, if not something Alex herself would have dared to ask.

Everyone has a right to be afraid. She took another sip of her mocha, starting to wish she'd opted for the larger size—because the more people talked, the more this was starting to feel like a sixteen-ounce sort of problem—and listened to the silence as they all waited to be reassured.

[User]
The shaking alarm rose Jackson as he tried to press the sooze button. It didn't work, he awoke slowly, sitting up reaching for his wake up glass of water when he rememberd that he wasn't at his place, that's right he had went home with some girl from a local bar, he looked to hi right and saw her sleeping, he honestly didn't remember much from last night. He tried to rack his brain around the events. He shook it off as he knew he had something to do today. Suddenly it hit him clear in ther head, like a bullet hitting your skull. "I'm late!" he yelled getting out of bed quickly, grabbing the clothes he wore from last night, his usual white dress shirt with pink tie, black dress pants,blakc wingtip shoes and a black suit vest.

The girl woke up startled "what the hell is going on?!" she looked around frightend "sorry, I really gotta go, late for a business meeting. I'll call you later Carly" he said as we quickly walked out into the living room, hearing the words from the bedroom "my name is Holly!" as he quickly left the apartment and decended the stairs to the garage and got in his car, driving a little over the speed limit.

He arrived out of breath, standing between the rest of the guardians and the Director "hello everyone" he paused a moment to take a breath "I apologize for my tardiness" Jackson awkwardly went and sat down in the middle of everyone.

[Assistant]
Kyle double checked that his bags were in his SUV before taking the stairs up to the meeting. He figured that they would be safe in the underground lot and that he could retrieve them later. It was a couple stories to the meeting room, but with all the people still in the building, it was faster than the elevators. That and it helped burn off some excess energy.

He'd timed it so that he arrived with a good 10 minutes to spare, but he wasn't the first one there. He idly listened to some orchestral on his smartphone until the Director was ready to make her speech. As he sat there, he looked at the others in the room and noted how young the group seemed to be. Granted he wasn't an old coot himself, but a good number of the recruits seemed to be college aged. He found it a little todd that there seemed to be no veteran Guardians so far.  "Geez,"  he thought,  "I hope that isn't a sign of how dire the situation is. I knew that the missing Guardian problem was getting out of hand when I was working with the MCU, but I'm getting intimidated at this rate."

After the speech a brown haired girl stood up. "Ma'am, you said 'specialists' but as far as I was aware we were the most 'special' forces around. How are our team leaders different to ourselves?"

Kyle smirked.  "Of course, they would make the Old Guard squad leaders wouldn't they? Just waiting for a good time to have them walk in I guess." he thought. The doors to the room opened and Kyle turned to look at the new arrival. "Speak of the devil."

A red headed man about Kyle's age burst in panting. "Hello everyone" he paused a moment to take a breath "I apologize for my tardiness". The man quickly sat down.

Kyle silently hoped that this man wasn't a squad leader. He hadn't made the best of impressions.

[User]
As one of the Guardian's asked her question the Director scanned the faces in the room, making mental note of who'd arrived and who was still missing. There were three Guardians unaccounted for, a fact that made her a little nervous. If they didn't show up by the morning she would send a search party out for them with the worst case scenario in mind.

"Ma'am, you said 'specialists' but as far as I was aware we were the most 'special' forces around. How are our team leaders different to ourselves." The voice belonged to a young, athletic looking woman with red hair... Rhiannon Jones according to the files she had spent weeks, maybe even months pouring over and memorizing.

"I'm glad you asked, Ms. Jones. When we figured out what was going, the government gave us permission to start up a secondary project with your safety as our priority. Ladies and Gentlemen I'd like to introduce you to the only two successful subjects of the Guardian Angel Project." As the woman finished speaking the door slid open to reveal two young adults waiting to enter the room. Stepping forward as if the door were their cue, the male and female stood on either side of the director to look out at the present Guardians. The girl, who was only 19 years old, stood stiff like a soldier, arms folded comfortably behind her back. The man on the other hand had a much more relaxed feel about him, devious almost despite being 25 years old. "I'd like you to meet Silvia Blackthorne and Caden Blake, currently the only two existing Angels and your team leaders. They've gone through extensive combat training much more intense than anything we've put you through. Physically stronger than most of you they are designed with taking hits in mind, a very sturdy pair as we've tested in the labs. They're only job is to protect and assist you on all of your future missions." Silvia nodded her hello to the group as her name was mentioned where Caden gave a two-finger salute with his, showcasing the obvious personality differences between the two individuals. When Ms. Nightshade had finished speaking the pair stepped forward together, Caden with a grin and Silvia with her usual blank expression.

"I think the biggest difference Clarisse here forgot to mention is that you have cool super powers where as we don't. Instead we've got a chip implanted in our brains that allows us to connect with the city and various other things." Caden glanced over at his white haired counterpart, only to find she was glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. It was one of two expressions she was capable of, though he doubted she realized when she was making them.

"The chip allows us access to information and resources otherwise unavailable to you on your missions. Now, if that's all the questions you have for us or the Director we'll be giving you your team assignments and setting out on your tour of the facility."

[Assistant]
Jack was startled by this new information and a little offended, he raised his hand, "Madame Director, don't you think that if you would have given this special training to us like you did these two here, many guardians would still be in this room? Or why not give us this special training right now? I mean you could have planted a chip in any one of us and would have made us two times better then we are now" he paused, taking into consideration the two Angels "no offence meant to you two, im sure you both could do our jobs better than we could." Jackson exhaled quietly, expecting a run around answer, something like we didn't think you could handle the pressure of this new training.

Jackson hoped that the others would rally behind him, he had lost a friend in these disseperances and he was not going to hear that the director and her lackys had an entire new training regiment and resources they were not giving their guardians.

He hadn't realised it until he had stopped talking but he had furrowed his brow at the director, he quickly changed his annoyed facial expression into his timeless smile.

[User]
Thomas had sat through a question and some skippy answer by the authority without making a sound. But when that authority was questioned, he could not just sit by.

"I am sure that there is some legitimate reason that they could neither do that nor are able to tell us why."

Sadly, due to him standing up, he started to worry and instinctively, he defended his mind by taking the fear from his own mind and pulsing it out, in an attempt to reduce his own worry. It worked, but he quickly caught his action and started working to draw it back, starting with the director and moving around the room.

As Thomas made it to the two Angels, however, he noticed a great lack of fear. Like they were machines. This stuck him as extremely odd, but he blew it off.

[Assistant]
"I don't think it's a secret," Alex said quietly. She looked up, glad for the warmth of the cup between her hands as she continued in a level voice, "It sounds like this project was a risk, if our team leaders are the only 'successful' subjects. They probably didn't want to try it until it was necessary."

Maybe it was because her reasons for becoming a Guardian were more selfish than most, but Alex didn't particularly feel that the director owed them anything. They had all volunteered to be here--herself included--and they had all been given powers of some kind to do their jobs. It didn't seem like anyone's fault that someone more powerful had come along and made them a target. Frightening, absolutely, but that just made Alex more grateful that Ms. Nightshade and her associates were taking new measures to protect them.

She turned her attention to the man and woman the director had introduced and shrugged, the motion jostling the long, dark braid hanging over her shoulder. "Either way, you're putting yourselves in the line of fire to help us. So thanks."

Good job, Alex. Way to make friends and influence people. She was less than comfortable, having just contradicted a few of the people who might end up being her teammates, but she tried to stamp down the spike of anxiety she felt. If she was going to make a good impression on anyone, it might as well be the people trying to save her life.


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases: Quen, Agent 13

Age: Mid Thirties

Gender: Male

Race: Duck

Home World: Duckberg (DuckTales, 2017)

Key-Weapon:

Magics:
Strike Raid, Fire Strike, Sonic Blade

D-Links:
Webby Vanderquack (Ducktales, 2017)

Job:
Soldier

Brief History:
Quentin Vanderquack was originally born in the city of Saint Canard, and lived there through most of his early school years. After high school, however, he left Saint Canard and moved to Duckberg in order to attend Duckberg University. There he majored in Software Design and Computer Engineering. Originally Quen wanted to design his own operating system and use it as the basis for starting a software company. But through out high school and even while in college he did a little a more than just tinker with software, finding he had a talent for hacking and decrypting data.

During one of his hacking sessions, Quen accidentally hacked into what he thought was a government database. However, it didn't technically belong to the government and within days Quen was arrested by someone claiming to be an "agent" and brought to a strange facility. There he was interviewed by a duck who appeared to be a German scientist, introducing himself as Ludwig von Drake. Von Drake asked peculiar questions, not so much about the crime itself but more so the methods Quen used, what kind of technology and software he'd created that could achieve such a goal. In the end Quen was offered a choice between recruitment into S.H.U.S.H. or face felony charges and serve time in federal prison. The choice was pretty clear.

In the agency, Quen was given the handle Agent 13, and learned that certain groups of numbers were reserved for agents of specific divisions, the numbers within the teens were apparently used for those within the science and R&D departments, Quentin in particular dabbled in R&D and data analysis. His time in S.H.U.S.H. was interesting, to say the least. When he wasn't developing software for the agency's database and security systems he was using his hacking and analysis skills to... "procure" enemy data and decrypt it for the agency's use. But he wasn't a field agent, such work was reserved for those with slightly higher numbers such as 20-50, anything higher than that were standard members of the staff or the young interns. One such field agent was Agent 22, who had in fact been the agent responsible for Quentin's arrest. Apparently she was one of the best in her divisions, despite her middle age, and she had an imposing figure to back it up too.

But there was another division of agents, known as the Zero Agents. These agents held the numbers that began with a zero, 01 through 09. Unlike other agents, the Zero Agents specialized in specific fields and were distinguished as the absolute best of the best. And one of them, Agent 09, was someone Quentin had gone to college with. Vera Beakley was her name, having joined up with S.H.U.S.H. to follow in her mother's footsteps. Apparently she must have outmatched her mother at some point to have become one of the Zero Agents. The two were partnered up on occasions for particular assignments and during such times they reminisced a bit about college. Feelings developed between the two and soon enough they got married.

When the two became expecting parents, they both promised to retire from S.H.U.S.H. in order to raise their daughter, but Vera had to complete one final mission. One of the Zero Agents, Agent 04 to be exact, turned traitor and defected to the enemy organization known as F.O.W.L. and the rest of the Zero Agents were tasked with hunting them down and bringing Agent 04 in for treason. None of the Zero Agents returned alive, Vera included. No one was sure of the details, just vague reports about Agent 04 being backed by mysterious shadowy lifeforms.

And then, the night came for young Webbigail to hatch from her egg. Quentin rushed for the hospital in order to be there for it, but then something went awry...

The shadow around Quen's feet seemed to gain a life of its own and expanded outward. He halted, surprised and a little afraid. Then they started pouring out. Mysterious shadowy lifeforms, and Quentin immediately knew what they were, or at least had a very good guess. These had to be the things that were supporting Agent 04 when he... when Vera...

Quentin tried lashing out and attacking, but he wasn't like Vera or her mother, he lacked the combat training and experience that they both possessed. And even so, nothing he did would have done any good anyway, it was like these things were unkillable. Then the shadow at his feet suddenly pulled him down, as if he were suddenly dropping into a deep, black, body of water. Quen struggled, trying to "swim" back up but it was to no avail. It really did feel like he was drowning, but before he could black out he heard something.

Don't worry, I'll save you!

A voice? A young lady... or maybe a child? It was hard to tell. Whoever they were they didn't sound like anyone Quen knew, and yet... and yet something about the voice in his heart was warm and... familiar? A light appeared before Quen and he reached for it, resulting in a blinding flash of light. But the next thing Quen knew, he was elsewhere, not in Duckberg, or even his own world for that matter. An unrecognizable place, resembling some kind of canyon or wasteland, and unfortunately the creatures were still around him. But this time Quen found himself armed with a... weapon? It bore a resemblance to a sword or baton, but had detailing that gave it a vague key shape as well. Quen swung the weapon, and at last he seemed capable of defeating these... these things. But where was he? It didn't matter, he had to get home, had to get to Duckberg, to Webby...

He managed to figure out how to leave the world he found himself in, by way of opening a "crack", and appeared to be donned in armor whenever he stepped through them. He found himself hopping between a few worlds, hoping at last to find his way home. But rather than home, he found a stranger, a man who said some unsettling things.

"It is a long and lonely life that we live." he told Quen, "And dangerous, always fighting for our lives against the Heartless that are attracted to our weapons, to the Keyblade. They will not stop, even if you make it to your home, to your precious daughter... your presence will only consign her to danger. And what then? Leave to fight and consign her to the fate of awaiting a father who might not return? Distance yourself, she will hurt and grieve for a time, but will ultimately remain out of harm's way."

The man's name was Xehanort, and he vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared. Quentin felt crushed. Xehanort's words were in fact true, those creatures, the Heartless he called them, did always seem to follow Quen wherever he went. It was possible they would follow him home as well. He held a photo of himself and Vera, the two holding Webby's egg between them. He sniffed back tears, and made his decision... one he continues to regret even to this day nearly ten years later.

[User]
Hido held his new weapons in a defensive stance. As soon as one of them was speaking Japanese, he replied quickly. "I'm from no game. I am Captain Gennosuke Hido. You will back off with your strange weapons." he warned.

It was then a new man approached him. He introduced himself as Xehanhort. He first commented on his new weapons, which made the captain curious. Then he summoned his own, which startled Hido back into his defensive stance. He said to follow him, which Hido was hesitant to until he saw all the other strangers still looking hostile. He seemed to recognize him as a pirate, which made the man smile. "Then you've heard of me." he smiled, "Aye, I know the song. What about it? It's common on the seas." He mentioned alcohol, which Hido laughed at. "How do I know I can trust you not to poison it?"

[Assistant]
Xehanort nodded as the man commented on how he couldn't trust him. "You are entirely correct. You have no innate reason to trust me..." He then looked around at the Surge Protectors. "But, on the otherhand, you appear to lack any other choice... Think of this as... Parlay." He smiled. He then headed towards Tappers, wit hthe rest of them in tow. He sat down on the small train and it carried them through to the strange bar and they sat down at the long bar.

"Xehanort, what can i get for ya?" A friendly voice yelled from the top of the bar.

"The usual and one for my allies here, as well." He replied. A pint of beer slid along the bar and into each of their hands, and a small 100 appeared above their heads as it did. He took a long drink, downing the entire drink in a single long series of gulps, before sliding it back along the bar and into Tapper's hands, who poured himself a drink, drank it and then threw the glass over his head, before it shattered. Kalak took a sniff of the beer, he winced a little, before taking a sip of it.

"Uuugh..." He scrunched his face up. "Tastes like an old penny." He then took another sip, and another, every sip making him wince a little. Xehanort looked at Hido. "You have been given a strange and wonderful gift," He began "The chance to move through the multiverse as you wish. You can see wonders that you have never imagined, tastes undreamed and smells unheard. But this gift comes with a heavy price." His key appeared in his hand again. "This Key will open every door in the multiverse, but it will also act as a beacon, drawing to you a darkness in this universe called "The Heartless" They are rogue hearts with no bodies to call their own. They are convinced that they have no hearts either. So, they seek to consume the hearts of others, desperately trying to fill a void that can NEVER be filled." Another jug of beer slid into his hands, with another 100 appearing above his head. He then looked at Quentin, before looking back to Hido "If you value anyone back in your world... You will never return there. They will be drawn to you. Although, as i have found out, they are unlikely to return to worlds that they have already failed to conquer. This one for example, is one such world. Which is why i have invited you."

"So, if they never come back-" Kalak began

"Unlikely... Not never." Xehanort corrected him. "You should probably stick with these people for the moment." He said to Hido. "They will be able to help you to understand the many worlds better. The other thing that you should know... When you first escaped your world... You heard a voice. This voice is your beacon, your lighthouse. I call it a Destiny Link. Your Heart has been ripped away from your world and it no longer has the Heart of your world to guide you. Your Heart has bonded itself to another in order to guide itself through the universe. Seek this person out. When you do, your true power as a Key-Bearer will be realized. You will form other Destiny Links along the way, as well. Bondind with different hearts will grant you more and different power."

"So, Master, who was your Destiny Link with?" He asked. Xehanort simply looked into his beer.

"That... Is a tale for another time."

[User]
"It's been a while," Saki replied to Xehanort, before leaving him to handle the unexpected newcomer. The language they spoke sounded similar to Doman, but that's about as far as Saki could get. Language barriers. Always a wonderful thing.

Once they were in the bar, and enjoying their drinks, Saki sipped her own beer and listened as Xehanort explained the basics. "It's a bit of a shock, to say the least," she adds after he's done, conveniently changing the subject. "Wandering other worlds, and all that. You will get used to it, though." She took another long drink of her beer. "I'm honestly not sure if the heartless find you, or it's the other way around. But whatever the case, you're going to fight them regardless."

"At least you ran into us. It beats trying to go it alone when lost among the worlds. I'm Saki Gin'iro. Nice to meet you."

[Assistant]
Hido frowned as he listened to Xehanhort's explanation. "Heartless? Would they be little black monsters in colorful outfits? I fought some of them with my crew before..." His voice trailed off. "The next thing I remember is waking up here with the little blue men and you finding me. My world... My home... My crew... I have to become strong enough to save them." He downed the entire glass of beer before wincing. "This tastes like English beer almost."

It was then the others began speaking with Xehanhort. While not understanding the words they spoke, he could read their faces and tones to see if they were relaxed or on edge. It seemed to be a mix of both in each of them. Then one of the others introduced herself to him. "Saki Gin'iro." he repeated. "Sounds like a name from my home."

He stood suddenly and glanced at Xehanhort. "I need to go meditate." He walked off quickly, sitting near the bar, leaning against the wall. There, he sat, meditating on what he knew, hoping something would come to him.

[User]
"Home?" Quentin muttered to himself. He was taken aback, caught completely off guard. That was the last thing he expected to hear from the old man of all people. Was he serious? No, it... it had to be a mistake. "You can't be serious? You're the one who said..." he let himself trail, it was obvious this other discussion was more important at the moment so Quentin kept it to himself for the time being. But... home? After these long years? What was he even supposed to do? What could he say to her? That was assuming she even knew he existed at all.

While Xehanort talked to the others, Quentin let himself be lost in his own thoughts. Those thoughts of course were all about one person. Without having to think about it, Quentin retrieved something from his jacket pocket. It was a photo, in it was three individuals: a father, a mother, and their unhatched egg. Just looking at it brought an instinctive smile to Quentin's face... and tears to his eyes. She'd be 11 years old by now, her childhood almost behind her. And here Quentin was, missing out on all of it. But... but if what Xehanort said was true, then maybe Quentin wouldn't have to miss out on any more of his little girl's life.

"...You will get used to it, though."

Quentin quickly put the photo and dried his eyes on his sleeve. Then he eyed the young lady with a puzzled look, "Don't be so certain of that. Some things simply never get easier. 11 years of doing this... and not a day goes by I don't miss the people I was pulled away from." he didn't mean to sound like a downer, but he was being honest at the very least, "And I'm no closer to finding the person I bonded with than when I started, I don't even have the luxury of knowing their name."


[System]
Klara Blake

"I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?"

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Character Summary
Aliases: None
Age: 18
Birthday: February 14, 1674
Death Date: March 12, 1692
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts
Godly Parent: Thor
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Old Norse

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Appearance
Height: 5 feet 6 inches
Weight: 121 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century.

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Psychology
Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki.

 However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you.
Fatal Flaw: Pride
Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Swimming, reading
Fears:
* Snakes
* Heights
* Fire

Likes:
* Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!)
* Playing tricks on people
* Fighting
* Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid)
* Swimming
* Books

Dislikes:
* Spiders
* Snakes (the bane of her existence)
* Fire
* Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic)
* Liars
* People she thinks are idiots

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Skills
Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)
* Super Strength
* Goat Vision!

General Skills:
* Cooking
* Persuasion
* Perception
* Lock Picking
* Drawing
* Knowledge of Animals
* Tracking

Combat Skills:
* Sword Fighting
* Hand to Hand Combat
* Knife Combat
* Knife Throwing
* Shields

Magic Item:
* Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry.
* Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died.
* Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives.
* A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach.
* Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side
* Another knife in a small sheath on her right side
* Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* More throwing knives gallore!
* Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills
* Her artwork on display
* Drawing supplies
* A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her.
* Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times.

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History

Biography
 Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick.

 They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what.

 Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla:
 She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody

Extra Information: Posty post Aesir
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Klara Blake
"Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛
"She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have."
Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then.

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💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜
"One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs."
Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations.

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💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛
"She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though."
The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly.

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Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol
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[User]
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Location: Niflheim
Skills: Combat; Spear and Shield

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"I do agree, running seems like a good idea." Lara could see they were getting outnumbered as more dragur appeared at that point, and there were more coming out of the woods. She did take another stab at the drauger in front of her and it crumpled to the ground, having been taken out by her attacks. Thankfully that did mean there was some space between them and the dragurs that were working their ways out of the woods.

She ran after Arnora and then smiled a bit as she saw the ice wall go up and was about to thank Arnora when Elizabeth got hit in the leg. Lara dashed after them, going to grab Elizabeth's other side to help support her as they ran off. "So where are we going to go... should we try to get back in the boat or just roll the dice and pray luck is on our side?"

[Assistant]
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Runa Johansson

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Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 Runa gaped with astonishment as Klara's kitten transformed into a giant beast, easily the size of a tiger. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around everything that she was seeing and experiencing since dying. In some moments, she wanted to run from the information - but she knew that really her only path forward was just to accept the chaos swirling around her. Like for instance, she still didn't know why they couldn't ask someone else for directions, but apparently that wasn't an option - that or Klara and Nadia just hadn't heard her suggest it. She bit her lip slightly as the bully offered to give them the tools, in exchange for an IOU more or less.

 Nadia didn't think it was a good idea, and Runa trusted her when she said that. She didn't know what sort of favors the bully may ask for, but if Nadia thought it was a dangerous deal, then there was no way Runa was going to support taking it. "No thank you," Runa told the giant, speaking softly but still loudly enough that he would be able to hear her.

[User]
Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 "No way would we want to be in your debt for anything, that is beyond stupid," she instantly said to the giant, before looking up at the tools that were in the air again. Hang on a second. That sort of thing probably required quite a bit of concentration to maintain, most sorts of magic did. So what would happen if she found a way to break that concentration? Easiest way would be to just beat up the guy a few times to hope he gets knocked out that way. But, thinking about it, she had a bit more of a creative way to potentially break that concentration without even having to lift a finger.

 A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she looked down at her rather large cat. "Alright Betty, sick him," she said simply, pointing at the giant, before she watched as the cat started doing a butt wiggle, clearly about to pounce, before the cat did just that. Betty tackled the giant and pinned him to the ground, and that resulted in him losing his concentration with keeping the tools aloft in the air. They dropped to the ground, and Klara just nonchalantly walked over to the tools and picked them up off of the ground. "You said if we could get them down we could take them, pleasure doing business with you, good girl Betty," she commented before looking at the others. "Job done, let's go."


[System]
Character information

(Just assume there's an eyepatch in there, image was hard enough to find.)
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
AGE: 15
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Small and scrawny, but very agile. Blonde hair, green eyes, and an eyepatch covering one eye.

Personal

PERSONALITY: Valix White is a very kind and loving person, and tends to do the right thing most of the time. She can become friendly with someone very quickly, and trusts the ones she's closest to with her life. She does not like conflict, and stays out of it most of the time, mostly staying neutral with anything unless it's about death, in which case she is against someone dying. She believes that everyone deserves a chance to renew themselves of bad deeds, and doesn't believe that people should die based on what they've done.
HISTORY: She was abandoned at birth by her biological parents, and was left to be raised by a single college student. While she was with the college student, she learned a lot about how to care for people, and was taught that no matter what, everyone deserves a second chance. When she was about 7, her caretaker died, and she was left wandering the wastelands until she was found unconscious by a small group.
QUIRK(s): Valix is a mute, and she really appreciates jokes of all calibers.

Mentality

FEAR(s): Abandonment, the dark, becoming blind, and betrayal.
-After being abandoned twice in her life, the last thing she wants is more of that.
-Childish fears aside, she associates the dark with death, and since she doesn't like death, she doesn't like the dark similarly.
-She's already half blind and mute, she doesn't need to be more disabled, and she's afraid of permanent darkness.
-Nothing is worse than someone jamming a knife in your back.
TALENT(s): Has impeccable literary skills, and is very good with navigation despite the eye patch.
WEAKNESS(es): She is mute, half-blind, small, and easily trusts others.
POWER: Her powers are a little bit... strange... she can gain full control of other people's powers for a short time, allowing the person to use the powers without drawbacks, or she can even cut them off entirely. The downside is that she becomes completely blind while this is happening, and since she's afraid of the dark and being completely blind... it's not a pleasant experience.

Other

EXTRA: Nobody really knows if she's lost an eye, or if she just wears the eyepatch because it looks cool. Either way nobody has ever seen under her eyepatch.

[User]
Day 731
Dark clouds hung low in the sky, casting shadows across the already darkening ground. It was sun set already, though it seemed the day had been cut a few hours short. The green lights were already creeping out from between the distant houses and trees, the only sign of life left in the emptying world. It was not the life of human, but the tell tale signs of the horrors that lurked just outside the camp.

From the roof you could see everything that happened during the day and night before. The lurking beasts collapsed whole buildings if they wanted, or else catch them on fire. The city was a wreck at any rate.

Climbing back down the stairs Copper looked around for his gang, temporarily fearful that they'd all somehow died in the few minuets he was away. "Unlikely" he reminded himself out loud. "everyone's just fine, they're just in the basement. Safe."

At the bottom of the stair was the basement door, just where it belonged. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself, slowing his heart rate, and pried open the door. The creaking was unbearably loud, it was a miracle they were still alive. At any rate the room was exactly as it had been left. Orange garage like doors lines the long hallway, a few open and spilling light into the hallway. This was where he'd lived for a year and a half. All that time ago each storage box had been inhabitable, a person or two calling each one their home. only 5 where left now. The last of the survivors.

"Sharlene, Steve, you two here? Everyone, is everyone okay?" he said, his voice echoing down the vacant hall. People stayed in there room a lot. He'd only gone out to ensure their security and to see the sun set, never having set foot outside at any other time. It was dangerous to be out for to long.

@Banana@Queentze@MissCapnCrunch

[Assistant]
Valix stepped out of her room, marked conveniently with a spare flashlight, and looked down the hall, seeing Copper. She was relieved to see he didn't die, especially considering the circumstances made it easy to die recently. Valix smiled and waved, then proceeded to do some sign language. She hadn't really known any prior to these events, but after rummaging around for new books to read, she found one on learning the way to speak in hands. She was quite relieved to have this knowledge considering she had no voice.

"Glad to see you are okay. I am going to assume it is not safe still?"

To be dreadfully honest, Valix had no idea if Copper even knew sign language. Nobody really knew anymore, and it really only had one purpose, and that was for stealth missions out into the lands so nobody heard your conversations. Valix didn't really care as her only method of communication before, which were pads of paper, had become scarce around the shelter, and pens were even more scarce. The only real thing she had to write with was a dried out Sharpie. It barely wrote at all, and those were even harder to find around the base in good condition. Valix didn't worry about it though, because she knew that one would turn up.

[User]
Brinley was laying in bed when she heard the door open to the basement. The sound was a skidding along the concrete base. A familiar voice called out, barley enough to wake up anybody. Brinley sat up and stared around. Her room was a mess, full of scrap papers found in abandoned office buildings, and clothing meant to be tucked away neatly. Brinley had stayed up late last night attempting to fix a broken gas stove. She was wearing a gray T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants, as usual. She almost never wore her best clothes, as she was afraid it would be ruined while she was doing repair runs.

Who ever came back must of been out, it could of been one of the supply runners. She poked her head out of her "room," which was made from cardboard box walls and a cloth as the door way. "Glad your back." Brinley glanced at the figure. It was Copper, one of the shelter members. "Did you go on a scouting trip?" Brinley stumbled back into her room, still listening. She slipped a pair of sneakers on and tied her hair back. She was prepared for another day of repairs, fixing random stuff around the shelter.

[Assistant] Sharlene had been in her room for a bit of the day, which was out of the ordinary for the usual chatty young girl. She usually would be posted up in one of her friend's rooms, curled up in the bed under the covers and talking about the day or just messing around. Despite the world being in total and utter chaos, the young girl kept an almost strange sense of happiness. The sound of the large basement door was heard long before Copper, calling out the names of Sharlene and Steve could be heard. Sitting up from her bed, she exited out of the room and followed quickly behind Valix and Brinley down the small hallway. Standing idle, she observed what was going on before giving a small gesture of kindness. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound Cooper." she stated, giving the boy a warm smile.

[User]
Copper breathed a sigh of relief, everyone seemed okay.

Valix was the first one he saw, her quick sign language hard to make out, especially in the dark. If she had signed at him 5 years ago he'd know exactly what she'd said. He'd done several projects in middle school about sign langauge. Now most of it was forgotten, the stress from trying to stay alive did that. he made out the "happy to see him" part and the "not" near the end.

@MissCapnCrunch
Brinley and Sharlene followed shortly after, each one alive and well. "Glad your back." Brinley said before questioning, "Did you go on a scouting trip?"

"I'm glad to see all of you too," Copper said earnestly "Nah just a quick look around from the roof Brin. It looks really bad out there...But i think they're heading east, so maybe tomorrow we can all go check out the walmart for supplies. Uhmm bad news though, the supply run from this morning never came back. It's just us now." With a frown he looked over to Sharlene.

She was probably most fit to be second in command, maybe even the leader really. Alas up until this point everyone had just let the oldest be leader, and he was the oldest. "so, uhh." he turned back to the rest of the group, "I guess i'm the leader now, and Sharlene's the second oldest so she's second in command. But. uhm. Yeah we should all probably see if we can't salvage any sort of weapons from the abandoned rooms and be ready to leave early tomorrow."

He concluded his 'speech', hoping he hadn't bummed everyone out to terribly much with the news of their loss of three more people. They needed to keep their spirits high now more than ever if they where going to survive this. Everyone deserved a better leader and a good life, for now he'd just have to make do.

Moving past everyone he made his way to one of the older storage rooms. It was filled with every manner of junk: baseball bats, hand held drills, pipes, bits of wire, even a few planks of wood. There were never any actual weapons like guns or swords in the building, or to Copper's knowledge anywhere near by. The odds and ends would be fine, they were just in case the kids ran into trouble anyway, there was no telling if they actually would need them. "Better safe than sorry though," he whispered to himself, confiding in the room his worries.

[Assistant]
Brinley listened carefully to the conversation. Copper had talked about the scouting team going missing.She was in disbelief. These days, it was so easy to be "gone." It used to be that people would assume you would come back or escape from what ever caught you, but now, a slight change in schedule is a almost certain indicator that something has gone wrong.
 "You shouldn't assume that they just died, they probably got stuck somewhere. We should wait and see if they come back."  Brinley knew that was a lie. They weren't going to comeback. People don't just go missing anymore, they die. It was now just a matter of time before the rest of the camp would be wiped out. Brinely walked out of her room wearing a pair of jeans and a thin jacket. Her shoes were stained with shades of black and her hair still frizzed up.

[User]
When Steve heard the doors he jumped up from the floor of his personal space. The basement they had lived in had been a refuge for a while now and Steve was starting to get comfortable. Copper had come in and was talking to Sharlene, Valix, and Brinley. Copper had just told them that the other supply run had not come back, and while Brinley's optimism was refreshing, Copper was probably right, that group now belonged to the dead world. He stepped up and put his hand on her shoulder, to converse what they both knew, they were not coming back even if they were alive.

When Copper named himself leader, Steve shook his head in agreement, better Copper than him. When he left Steve turned towards the girls and smiled. "So where do you guys wanna start?"

@MissCapnCrunch @Banana

[Assistant]
Valix shrugged to the question of where to find a weapon first, but then she remembered that a few days ago she found a box full of "weapons". Or was it a few weeks...? Months...? Valix could hardly remember, but she knew a general location of the box. It would be hard to find with the added stuff but it would prove helpful. Valix proceeded to one of the newer storage rooms to dig around in the boxes for anything that could work as a weapon. After about 4 minutes of neatly searching, Valix found the box containing a few weapons, one of which included a long chain. She took the chain, figuring it would be more like her to use a "restraining" weapon as opposed to a lethal one. Valix then proceeded to go find Copper, and figured she could help him in some way, if any. Once she was there, she hit the wall with the chain to get his attention, then she spoke in hands, following it with pointing at a box.

"There's a revolver in the box over there, but there's only a small amount of ammo."

Valix looked around every other day for new stuff that was picked up, and typically took any maps that she came across. She was trusted with the navigator of the group, and typically she was the one that planned the scouting trips, although it wasn't rare for someone to not return since she couldn't calculate for contingencies.


[System]
I'm going to go ahead and carry my character over, I probably should have done this a while ago honestly.
Appearance:

Gender: Male

Bending ability if any: None

Birthplace: Somewhere in Republic City

Backstory: As far as anyone knows, Cricket has spent his entire life in the streets. He has been a thief since he was very young, and has learned the tricks of the trade mostly through trial and error. Over the years he's gained somewhat of a reputation for himself throughout Republic City's underworld as a reliable professional.

Items/weapons on person: A dagger, his lock picking equipment, and several bombs.

Physical Attributes and Abilities:

Weapon proficiency: Dagger (II)
Move silently (II)
Infiltration (II)

[User] Tikaani unmounted Siku and took a few steps toward the voice. She felt a shiver go down her spine from the ominous person, but ignored the feeling. Bowing her head slightly in greeting, she replied, "Yes. I was called by the White Lotus here and I am here to answer that call." Tikaani raised her head back up. Siku growled softly and rolled over onto her back lazily.

[Assistant] Zayric sat idly by on the basement floor twiddling his mecha suit's thumbs. He was pretty bored even though it had only been about five minutes. After a while he finally heard voices coming from upstairs and decided to investigate. He noisily came up that stairs as he didn't really care if anyone knew he was there "hey are you guys the White Loctus people? I've been waiting down there for a while now and it's getting really boring." he complained.

[User] For a brief moment the thief was startled by the noise. His dark clothing and the fact that there was almost no light to speak of helped keep him hidden, but there was nothing here to hide behind. "I received the same invitation you apparently did, yes." the thief replied to Zayric. He opened the door just slightly and peered out. He decided that Tikaani and her animal didn't look particularly dangerous and opened the door completely. "Come in. The fact that we're meeting in a place like this is a strong indicator that they don't want us standing out in the open."

[Assistant] Tikaani nudged Siku, making the lazy cat get back up with a staunch huff. She motioned for her to follow as they entered the temple. She looked around and saw that there were two people. "Hello." Siku walked over to Zayric and the big cat started to sniff him all over. Tikaani smiled and crossed her arms. "Looks like Siku made a new friend." Siku purred and licked Zayric's face.

[User]
"Another bullseye," Sanrock says to himself, "I'm on a roll." He had been left with only twenty-one rifle rounds and three derringer rounds. Along with firing the guns, he had used his abilities to throw rocks at the targets as well. They weren't large rocks, though they weren't pebbles or anything around that size. Probably wouldn't be able to crush a person if they couldn't even knock over the sign.

Then again, if he did want to kill someone, that's what the guns were for. Using his earthbending, he lifted several rocks in the air and aimed them at the target. But, upon hearing the voice behind him, the rocks fell to the ground. Sanrock turned to look at the person who was talking, then replied: "Help? What for?"

[Assistant]
Shizue waved her last customer goodbye, closing up the shop with a soft sigh and slowly started cleaning up the place alone since she had sent her helpers home long ago. She didn't mind the work but sometimes she wished that her father was still around, the two of them laughing and joking at the end of a long days work, well at least when she was here. It had come to her attention many times that her not being here enough was her biggest regret since she had stupidly believed he would always be here or at least be around for a long time. She knew life was not always fair so why had she thought traveling was a good idea? Well, she knew why and she couldn't really say she hadn't wanted to do it again. She missed the open air and riding with Mitsuru through unknown places or even in areas no one dared go but she would not let go of this place. Many offers had been made to buy the place but she didn't trust them with her father's baby that he built from the ground up and the only people she did trust to take it refused to keep it. They were willing to help but they didn't want to own what they knew should stay hers.
What should I even do? she thought to herself, tidying the back counter for the next day when her hand brushed up against an envelope. Shizue frowned, wondering what on earth something like that was doing there until a light of recognition appeared in her eyes at the strange thing. She had almost completely forgot about the elders mysterious blank envelope and now she had no distractions of the day to stop her from seeing just what he had given to her. The letter inside had not been what she expected at all and even more so...did she want to go? Was this some kind of trick? Why would they want her? The man didn't seem like the kind to set her up so should she give it a try? It could be worth it.

She spent hours mulling over the idea and she had finally come to a conclusion as she prepared for anything that might happen. Shizue set up someone to run the shop tomorrow, packed as if she were going on a trip and pulled on her weapons to be prepared if attacked. Once everything was set and locked up, she moved to the back of her home and smiled at the Addapard grazing there. Mitsuru poked his head up, moving over to Shizue to place his face against her own with a strange like purr coming from his chest. She giggled, rubbing his neck before kissing his nose and spoke to the animal before her as if talking to another being."We have somewhere to go and I have a feeling your not going to like it." she replied as she watched his ears go back and they down so she could get them ready for the trip. Of course she was now going to deal with the boy pouting the whole trip and being on the defensive around her so she pitied the one who tried to attack her. She saddled him up, adding the packs to his holders before gracefully climbing on as Mitsuru stood. He jumped over the fence, dashing off into the night with Shizue leading him in the direction to the temple. It was not long before they arrived, others already gathered near the entrance and she wondered if they too had gotten the same letter or if they were a part of this. Well, at least I am not the first or only to arrive or I might have been nervous." Shizue stated before hopping off her ride and carefully petting the others fur to keep him calm. Mitsuru let her calm him a bit before he moved away from her side, headed for a place to lay down or hide till she returned for him once more but his ears stayed perked and on high alert.

[User] Zayric laughed a bit as the animal before him licked his face. He loved animals but he had never gotten one of his own since he didn't think he was up for that kind of responsibility but that didn't mean he didn't still wish he had one. "So what are your names? Not much use sitting around here and just calling each other mister and misses" Zayric asked as he gave Siku a pet with his suit's hand.

[Assistant] Tikaani smiled and crossed and placed her hands on her hips. "Well. That's Siku." Siku purred at her name and nuzzled more against Zayric. "And now you will always be your friend."Tikanni laughed and walked over to them. "I'm Tikaani. What's your name?" She patted Siku on the back, making her back off of him.

[User]
"Hmph," Jalika grunted again, "Alright," she said unevenly. "I'll go witchu, but," she took a wobbling step toward him, holding a wavering finger in his general direction, "Those not-exactly-spies keep and eye on the grove while I'm gone, okay?"

When the White Lotus man agreed she flung her arms into the air, "Okay! You hire a ferry for me?" She could fly on a spider-moth, and they were willing to let her, but she preferred not to make them. If she needed a ride, she could call them from a distance with a special mix of pollens she kept in a bag.

[Assistant]
"I'm not supposed to tell you too much." the gunman said to Sanrock. "Only that they could use you in Republic City for a matter of great importance, and soon. I've been instructed to secure your entry into the city and tell you where to go, should you accept."

"Cricket." the thief said plainly in response to Zayric. He cracked the door once again to see what the noise coming from outside was and spotted a young woman with a riding animal he didn't recognize. "If you're here because the White Lotus contacted you, I suggest you come in before you draw attention to your presence."

"Yes, naturally." the Lotus member said to Jalika. "I've been instructed to provide you with both a ride to the border and a ferry into the city, although I won't be able to accompany you for the latter. Are you ready to go?"

[User]
She did not answer immediately, instead, Jalika selected a spot in the overgrown mothberry and thrust her arm all the way to the shoulder into the thicket. There was a moment of struggle, a slurred and indistinct curse, and when she pulled her hand free she had a traditional airbender's staff. She leaned on it as if she couldn't stand on her own, despite the fact that she had been just fine a moment ago, and then gestured to the Lotus agent. "Le's go."

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One journey later, complete with quite dramatically losing her lunch over the side of the ferry, and Jalika was in the right neighborhood. She stumbled through the streets, and seemed to decide on the abandoned she entered entirely at random. She noticed another person on the otherwise empty streets, riding an animal she thought, though all of her assumptions were based on air movement over her skin. Someone inside the meeting place noticed either the other person, or Jalika, and stepped out to ask if they were summoned by the Lotus.

"They did," she said, and slipped past him before she could be questioned further.

[Assistant] "The name's Zayric. Its nice to meet you Tikanni, Cricket and Siku." Zayric said said with a smile as he looked over the group now inhabiting the temple. By the sounds coming from outside and Cricket's own actions it seemed that others were about to join them but before that happened Zayric put his suit into a sitting position and locked the legs up making it essentially a overcomplicated chair.

[User] Cricket nodded at Zayric but didn't say anything, he wasn't really much for niceties. After letting the two in, Cricket turned to Jalika. The only reason he hadn't gone straight to the basement yet was because he didn't want to be the first one down the on the chance that this was a setup. "If you're heading down, lead the way." he said.

[Assistant] Shizue felt a bit awkward as she stepped in, going completely unnoticed except for the male which she caught was named Cricket as he was the one that told her to come in. She didn't feel like interrupting everyone by introducing herself if she had barely been noticed so she stayed silent and hoped that this wasn't some huge trap that they were all being lead to. Shizue took a deep breath, stepping up to the staircase that lead into the basement and stared down into its depths. After all, someone had to be first so why not? She looked to Cricket as he spoke up, smiling a bit before shrugging and heading on down. They could follow if they wanted or if this was a trap than at least they could get out even if she didn't. "Here we go then."

[User] There were more people here than Jalika had expected. Though, he had nvwr had much to go on to form expectations in the first place. She made no effort to introduce herself, and simply followed behind the girl who took it upon herself to be first to go down.

[Assistant]
"This city is huge." Tanno said to herself as she walked down the street. All around her, the buildings were large but compact. There was metal everywhere, including on the police force, which she saw chasing a young boy through the streets. With precise aim, Tanno lifted a small brick right in front of the boy's foot, causing him to tumble and roll, allowing the police to catch him. By the time they had noticed the raised brick, Tanno was gone from the scene. "I need to find a hotel." she said with a yawn. "Sleeping on the ground isn't good for me."

Tanno hadn't noticed the man following her from a distance. He had seen her precise bending and knew she was going to be a good addition.

Unable to find a hotel on her own, she began trying to ask people that passed her, though nobody would stop and listen. "Sir, could you-... Ma'am, would you-... Excuse me, sirs-..." It went on for a few minutes before one man finally did stop. "Could you tell me where a hotel is?" Instead of answering, he handed her an envelope. "Is this a map?" she asked, but when she looked up, he was already gone. With a shrug, she opened the envelope, reading the message inside. It told her where to go though she didn't really know where that was.

After a couple more hours of traveling, she arrived at the building and proceeded to enter rather loudly. When questioned about the entrance, she held up the envelope with the White Lotus emblem. The motioned her through to the others, who seemed to be standing in front of a downward staircase.

Tanno eyed the staircase with a frown, moving past everyone to look it over. Despite being very tired, she knew they were a bit afraid of traps. "Hold on." she said, lightly pulling on the shoulder of the girl about to step down. She slammed her fist against the wall, focusing on the vibrations. Through this, she'd be able to tell if there were any traps, of which there were none. "Safe." she said, beginning her descent with a loud yawn.

[User] The basement was revealed to be a narrow hallway, maybe wide enough for the group to go down two-by-two. It was nearly pitch black here, save for a torchlight coming from about fifty feet away. The torch was mounted by a door, apparently leading to the area where the group was actually supposed to meet. Whoever opened the door first would see enter a humble room. The room was small, round, made of brick, and somehow even more bare than the rest of this temple. It was also lit only by some scant torches placed around it. The old man who had contacted some of the people who were now here stood in the center of the room, wearing his White Lotus uniform. Off to the corner, as much as this room had corners, sat a small girl.