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Character List

NPCs
Gender: Male

Appearance: Information unavailable.

Species: Bugbear

Ability Rank: B

Personality: Information unavailable.

History: Information unavailable.

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Terror: Information unavailable.

Draconic Bloodline (Minor): Information unavailable.

Elemental Magic (Darkness, Air): Information unavailable.

Ironwood Forest Array: Information unavailable.

Name: Sabu

Gender: Male

Appearance: Information unavailable.

Species: Lesser Draconic Goblin

Ability Rank: Over-C

Adventurer Rank: Over-C

Personality: Information unavailable.

History: Information unavailable.

Abilities:

Gift- Potential Release: An innate capability to draw out and amplify the abilities of the body and soul. At its base form, it is simply a release on the subconscious limits that the body places on itself, but with the growth of the user it becomes possible to instantaneously draw out power beyond the standard limits. Due to repeated use of this, the thread of draconic blood from Sabu's lineage has been drawn out and amplified, and moreover through use of the Gift it is possible to temporarily acquire might on par with a Dragon.

Short-Spear Combat: Information unavailable.

Knowledge (Human): Information unavailable.

Draconic Bloodline (Moderate): Information unavailable.

Biological Harmonization Feedback Magic: A branch of magic that forcefully harmonizes magical energy with the individual's specific force of life, takes it into the body, and then repeatedly runs it through the body. Like a sort of metaphysical circulatory system, the body itself is turned into a circuit that runs this harmonized magical energy through it at increasing speeds, amplifying physical capabilities in line with the number of pulses that can be achieved at any given time. A very common form of magic that is essentially standard-issue among human soldiers, and the most common means through which humans become able to match monsters in combat. Better known by its colloquial name: "Muscle Magic".

Name: Aya

Gender: Female

Appearance: Information unavailable.

Species: Goblin Druid

Ability Rank: C

Personality: Information unavailable.

History: Information unavailable.

Abilities:

Druidic Magic: Information unavailable.

Elemental Magic (Water, Air, Wood): Information unavailable.

Whacking People with Sticks: Information unavailable, but you can still likely figure out what this one entails.

Name: ???

Gender: Female

Appearance: Information unavailable.

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Personality: Information unavailable.

History: Has left the tribe to pursue certain projects. Further information unavailable.

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PCs

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[User]
Sabu
After his brief display of power, Sabu seemed to calm down considerably. Or at least, calm down by his own standards. The Lesser Draconic Goblin let out yet another of what the newborns would likely have mentally registered by now as his trademark laugh, giving the newborns a slight nod. "Very well, very well. Those who would like to visit the human village, follow me! You will have the privilege of getting my personally-crafted tour of Ironwood City." He remarked, turning around and, without another word, setting off in the direction of the just-visible structure in the distance.

For those who would have chosen to follow him, the trek over was relatively short all things considered, and was largely uneventful. The pathways between the city and the forest seemed relatively well-cared for. A grand gate stood at the entrance to the city, two armored guards positioned at either end of it. With Sabu's approach, though, they visibly relaxed.

"<Well, look who's back. How'd the spar with the General go?>"

"<Gahaha! She's advancing quickly, but not enough to outpace me!>"

"<Careful man, keep this up and you might make her visit Old Crazy for another experiment.>"

"<Oh, huh, don't recognize these ones. They new?>"

"<Correct! It's their first time leaving the forest, so I'll be giving them a tour.>"

After the conversation between Sabu and the guards in the human language, Sabu turned back to the younglings. "When you enter the city, the guards put a spell marker on you so that they can track you, and remove it when you leave. It's their way of keeping tabs on people, and preventing something like someone entering the city, murdering somebody, and then sneaking out. You'll feel a light tingle, just don't try and resist it." He explained.

[Assistant]
She was glad that they were finally under way and so quickly hurried after Sabu when he turned to go to the human town. As they got closer she had to admit it was rather interesting, though it was perhaps odd to see human dwellings before those of their clan and as a result she kept reminding herself to not think of all these things as normal so as to not instantly alienate herself from her actual home when they went to it.

She was rather perturbed by the explanation of the tracking mark, it sounded like a gross invasion of privacy. Would they know when she wet to the bathroom? That was not a nice thing to think about.

"They don't trust us do they? Bet they wouldn't track us if we were human." she muttered, mainly to herself. She was kind of assuming the guards wouldn't understand her like she could't understand them. be kind of embarrassing if they heard her badmouthing them

She made a mental note to look out for places to sneak into the town as they got their tour. It would be useful if she needed to do anything in the town that she did not want nosy humans to find out about. She wasn't sure if she would ever wan't to do anything that would require such sneakiness, but it would be nice to have the option available.

For the time being she let them put the tracking spell on her. It should be noted that Iris had run out of plants to chew on the way to the town, apart from the daisy crown that she was still sporting which she liked to much to ruin, which was probubly contributing to her souring mood.

[User]
Kluuto

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So this is the human city... I feel somewhat nostalgic looking at it...

Kluuto stood behind Sabu as he talked with the two guards guarding the gate to the city. It would make sense that they would have a security like that, seeing how there were a lot of dangerous monsters nearby. She heard about the spell marker and it could be a nice and easy way to prevent and punish crimes. However, she wondered if every city resident had it or it was just for foreigners. She heard Iris mumbling that they probably only gave it to goblins like them. Well, she herself didn't really mind it that much, but the invasion of privacy could certainly be a problem. Trading freedom for security. Perhaps the humans had to do it in this harsh world.

[Assistant]
Sabu
The Lesser Draconic Goblin blinked twice as he heard Iris's murmur, turning to face her with a tint of confusion. "...why would you think that? Any non-resident has a tracker on them. This is the biggest city in the prefecture, after all, so they try to keep security as tight as they can to balance it out." He explained, shrugging slightly. Then again, it was no exaggeration to say that Sabu had essentially "gone native" with regards to the humans, so perhaps he wasn't the best source for critical analysis of human society.

The gazes of the guards went from Sabu to the newborns, each of them feeling a barely-momentary sting as an immaterial force touched them. Providing they didn't attempt to mentally push back against the force, it would dissipate a moment later, leaving them feeling no different than they had a bit earlier. Giving a nod to the guards as they opened the city entrance, Sabu strode forwards, gesturing for the others to follow.

"Come now! As promised, I will allow you to get your magical affinities analyzed first, and then we shall begin the tour!"

[User]
Lyminia

Finally calming down fully not normal as Sabu chatted on with the armored humans standing before them, Lyminia took a moment to observe the work of their gear armor. Not that she was any kind of blacksmith, but at the same time this was curious to her since this was the first time she had seen human armor and such. Then as Sabu explained the spell markers to them, she gave a brief but short nod, allowing the guards to do their job before they finally opened the gate. One of the other females had seemed to whine about the prospect, but in reality Lyminia did not blame them. Random Goblins, including one red psychopath, could be a danger from their perspective. Really, if there was a Goblin city and a human came to it, she would want to keep an eye on them if she did not know them well. Then again, perhaps Sabu was somewhat partial to this place as well. Whatever the case was, she didn't speak up towards the female who had complained. Wasn't worth slowing things down again from her perspective.

It was then she heard Sabu speak and gesture to them all to follow him inside, however, mentioning heading to get their magical affinities analyzed first before the tour officially began. Letting out a small sigh of relief at the prospect of getting this first important question answered, Lyminia immediately began following after Sabu through the city gate. She did not know what a human city would look like really, but she hoped this would be an interesting time for discovery and such. First, see if she could learn and use magic or not. Second, find useful locations for herself, such as a place that sold or made tools and a library of sorts she could learn the human language in.

Considering she didn't know what everyone's Gifts were, though, on a side note she had no idea if any of them would be able to use magic anyways.

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Sonata@Hammerman@DracoLunaris@Leotamer@Malchivo

[Assistant]
Iris turned bright red as Sabu corrected her negative assumption. Apparently it was all foreigners that got tagged and not just monsters. Well she now looked like an ass.

"Oh, uh, woops. My bad for making poor assumptions."

She still didn't like the tracking situation but at least it wasn't just them who were being marked. Speaking of said mark she flinched a little at the little sting that came with being marked, really she was to surprised by the pain to try and resist but the sensation passed quickly enough. That could have gone worse she supposed .

Entrance given she hurried along after Sabu, interested to get the magic test underway and then get the tour. While magic affinity might not be her gift, the chief and even the mundane looking guards could do a little bit of magic and she was hoping she could too.

[User]
Sabu
The walk through the city was...odd, to say the least. The newborns hadn't even seen the Goblin tribe proper, but the human city was something on another scale entirely. Countless people filled the streets, stalls selling everything from magical artifacts of dubious quality to all manner of food standing wherever one looked. The very sound of the city was omnipresent, the mingling together of innumerable human voices.

"Stick close to me. We don't want anyone getting lost, gahaha!"

Sabu's warning seemed prudent. As he had said, to the humans this was the largest city of the prefecture, their prefectural capital through which goods, services, and gold all flowed as a nexus point. It would be worryingly easy to get lost amidst the crowd if one wasn't careful. And yet...

"<Hey, it's Sabu! When are you coming by the tavern? It's been weeks!>"

"<Mommy, look, it's the goblin man who stopped that giant rabbit!>"

"<Ah, Adventurer Sabu, we have a new spear in stock. Perhaps you'd like to take a look?>"

How the hell did every other person in this overcrowded city seem to know Sabu?

Before long, those who had managed to stick with the Lesser Draconic Goblin found themselves outside of a small wooden building, a faded sign that was illegible even to those who knew the human language hung out front. Without a word, Sabu swung the door open and stepped inside, waving for the others to follow him in.

"<Ah, the dragon-blooded Goblin. It's been some time.>"

The building interior opened out into a single large room, with a corridor running further behind into darkness. In this room, a handful of chairs were scattered about almost randomly, what looked to be a young human boy of no more than eight years old seated on one of them. His eyes glimmered slightly as he glanced at the new entrants, seamlessly switching to the goblin language. "And you've brought new ones, too. Well, since it doesn't look like you're here for lessons, I can guess why you've brought them. Come, come, who's first?" He asked, hefting himself off of the chair and turning to face the group properly.


[System]
the Fighter

17

Male

Straight

Human

Warloving, impatient and the worst ladies man you can ever imagine. Liandrich never got much attention from his father, the King. After a while he thought that it was because he was not worthy of his attention. Thus Liandrich began to train. And train. And train He got increasingly less patient. He's not very polite, and that much was clearly shown during the latest ball. Where Liandrich was supposed to see who he would want as a fiancé. Saying he was blunt and rude is an understatement. Several girls actually left the dance floor crying. His mother often glared at him for that.

But deep down, he's just uncertain. From the day he was born he had known 2 facts: he will one day lead the kingdom and his father never had time for him. He feels insecure and fears he will not live up to his father, who got the title: 'the Great'. So he's learning and reading and fighting. And while he loves fighting, he would die for his books. But no King that locked himself into his room reading books ever gained honor.

He's 6"0' tall (1.82 meters). So he's pretty tall for his age. He's also quite muscular. Having fought and trained gave him a slender and agile look. Though the fighting does take a toll. He has a scar just below his chest. A long one. His face though is surprisingly without scars. He prefers to keep his brown, messy hair as short as possible without upsetting his mother. His eyes are a little deeper than usual, casting a shadow around them. His iris is a blackish brown. So dark that most can't see when the iris stops and the pupil begins.

When Liandrich was born, all the bells in the capital rung. The celebration lasted for quite some time and everyone was happy. But be it fate or misfortune: soon after his birth the Mer-People were spotted again. Some blamed him. And thus his youth began. Almost without a father, for that man never gave him attention. Thus planting the first seeds of what would become David's character. No matter what his mother did, he would never look like her. At the age of 9 he already fought with the boys of half the castle. Everytime a great lord comes with his child, David would fight him. Not because he likes fighting (he does but that wasn't the point) but to establish his dominance. At first he lost. Quite a lot. But he kept pushing himself and at the age of 12 he had fought and jousted with most of the sons of the great lords and even against opponents 5 year older than him. He won most rounds. The daughters of the great lords he didn't even glance at. Literally!

At the ball his behaviour came out. He arrived late and still in his leather armor. This armor is normally worn under the metal plates and chainmail. So the message it was sending was clear: he was just back from training. He stank of sweat and dirt. Never the less the girls wanted to dance with him. He refused them. Until his mother forced him to dance. At which he deliberatly stood on toes, made wrong moves. One girl, as beautiful as she was stubborn, didn't want to stop dancing with him. A few turns later and he 'accidentally' dropped her in a fountain. The day after that was a lot more eventful. A tournament. David fought like a beast in plated armor. He forced the participants to defend themselves first, exhausting them before he delivered the final blow. When he won first place, he was handed a ribbon and was ordered to hand it over to the most beautiful girl. He tied it to his horse.

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Arios Ultroch
None

37

Male

Straight

Merman

 Pragmatic, smart and charismatic. Arios has become the greatest right hand of the King ever known. He is quite known throughout the Kingdom. He is constantly thinking forward, thinking about how to improve the Kingdom. He is also well educated in history and warfare. Several Cerceans and mer-people would gladly die for him if he asked them to.

But there is a dark side of him. One that can easily be explained in 1 sentence: the ends justify the means. He will do everything, literally everything, to get what he wants. He also has a strange love with war. It's a terrible thing that should be avoided when possible. But, when not avoidable, one should throw himself in it as vicious as possible.

Arios is what all men desire to be. Strong and muscular, yet lean and slender. His tail is a bit shorter than most mermen and lacks the curtain tail of normal mermen. He has the sharp, edged tail of a shark. The scales are a reflective black, beautiful in an odd way. Like some mermen he has some more scales on his upper arms. Another unique feature might be the oddly stone-looking flesh around his left eye. It's not hideous to look at. In fact, it draws one to his eyes, who reflect a deep, beautiful azure color. His hair is simple as it can be. Short and brown. And he prefers to keep it that way.

Born as a bastard between a middle-class mermen and a to-be exiled sea witch (who is half-octopus). He was actually the reason why she could stay a little longer in the village, until she gave birth to him. His father never accepted him at birth. So he was send to the orphanage. All the odds were against him, especially when he got dry-scale. A disease so rare that healers did not know what to do. In the best case, it would kill him quickly. In the worst case, he might live but scarred for the rest of his life.

Arios made his own option. 15 years later he swam around the orphanage with his mark. The dry scale like skin around his eye and carried it with pride. He had transformed the once dull orphanage into a fully functioning building where every child loved to be. He organized parties, events and trips to museums and minor expeditions. He also fought, at first to fend of the bullies. But then the bullies became his friends and later, his own fighting gang. He practically ruled the orphanage, to the benefit of even the smallest children.

5 years after that, and Arios left the Orphanage. Though promised he'd return every year. He lived as a basic administrator at the Royal Palace. He began to climb the ranks. Making sharp observations and showing his intelligence whenever possible. It was here that he met Meira. A mermaid also working as administrator. Arios fell in love with her and vowed to do everything he could do in his power to get her. Sadly, she never loved him. She loved someone else, a merman. They actually engaged and married 2 years later. To great sadness of Arios, who felt devastated.

Another 7 years later. Arios had climbed the ranks higher. He was almost on the advisor's council when he got the message. Meira was found dead in her house. Her husband was charged for murder, though no clean evidence pointed at him. He would walk as a free man soon enough. But not if Arios could do anything about it. He gathered his old fighting gang. First he cornered the man alone. The fool did not see Arios as a danger and in a drunken fit confessed the murder. And that he never loved her. "Just another love-crazed woman to use." he said. What happened after that, no-body knows. He never told his friends. But the man's body was never found.

Now Arios is First Advisor of the King. Though the thought of love still brings a bitter taste to his mouth. His father died too recently. Though Arios simply went to claim what was his. His father's horn. A black sea-shell carved with red runes. The shell can summon sharks to devour his enemy. Though Arios doesn't know this yet and hasn't tried the horn yet.

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Ragnor, Tetsin

17

Male

Straight

Naga

Born to fight and only that. Ragnor has a deep and almost evil need for blood. Not just to win things. He loves hunting, fighting and killing. He's no fool and often says he knows the world and its horrors. In his eyes, there is no in this world. Love is just a made up concept of girls hoping that one day their rainbow colored prince would take them. He despises the very word. A deep hatred is rooted in him, like a fire. A fire that burns bright when you hand him his daggers. He sees himself as a necessary evil. The bad to keep back the worse.

Poisonous green scales cover his tail. They are rough and pointy. His fins are sharp as needles. A leather belt with an brass buckle. From there up he has the normal, human upper body. He's incredibly muscular, carrying a very prominent six-pack. There's a belt that goes from his right shoulder to his left hip. The belt is often used to carry javelins, a spear or anything else. You could say his face was hansom. With its sharp features and powerful gaze. His ginger-red hair does nothing to soften his outlook. For a matter of fact it is braided in a long tail. A mark of his ancient family. It shows that he is the warrior.

Born among the lucky few. Both of his parents are Naga's making him a pure blood. However, he was the third male child. Useless for marriage. So tradition would have it that he would be trained as a fighter. At first he loathed the dagger fighting style. He preferred to be outside among other mer-people. Playing with his friends in parks and among the fishes. This was forbidden by his parents. Never the less he kept dreaming. In his young life books were an important part. He dreamed of heroes and heroines and fighting epic monsters. He was somewhat of a romantic when he was 12. Despite constantly being told that marriage is duty and love is something that comes out of it, he kept believing he would meet the one. It was on his 15th that he got to know Alaina. A mermaid. He fell for her like granite in water. He would do anything for her hand. Alaine realized this. She abused her 'power' over him. Making him work and do chores for her. Eventually she found a merman who she loved and left Ragnor for him. Devastated, he cried himself to sleep several nights. Until he and the merman met, together with Alaina. Was it an accident of fate, no-one really knows. Nor does anyone except for Ragnor himself know what happened. But when authorities arrived on the scene, Ragnor had killed both Alaina and the merman. He was found guilty. But a last minute appeal from Advisor Arios meant that he would only get a work-sentence. During that sentence Arios approached him in secret. His task was simple. Train and fight. War is coming. And the mer-people need their necessary evils now more than ever.

[User]
Liandrich
Syanka
In silence Liandrich studied her. As a fighter, he immediatly noticed the fear in her eyes. And as a fighter, he also noticed that she was unarmed. That fact, together with not attempting to disarm him right when she woke up made him guess that she wasn't much of a fighter. She certainly wasn't muscular. He could see her ribs a little. From there he looked further towards her blue and yellow hair, getting distracted for a second but breaking free from it quickly.

He sat himself down, crosslegged, with his sword resting on his knees, though he still held it with his right hand, ready to strike. He wouldn't drop his guard yet. She might not be dangerous, but someone else around might. "Where am I?" he asked in a cold voice, devoided of any emotion. Be it fear or happiness. Though behind his mask of reasoning he was secretly relieved he still lived. Drowning was such a horrible dead. Just like Arios, Liandrich had the kind of self-assured, piercing gaze. Though it wasn't exactly the same. With Arios, it felt as if he knew everything. As if he could stare straight through you. Liandrich did not have this. He had the kind of sight that didn't make you uncomfortable. Instead it demanded a form of respect, but also trust.

[Assistant]
Thalassa

"This is my secret hiding place" she whispered softly, letting a relieved breath escape her when the blade was taken out of her place. She slowly glanced over her shoulder, to where Splatter was curled up asleep. "Do not wake him" she pleaded softly, turning her kind eyes back to the sharp gaze of the Prince. She did not know who he was. But through his gaze she knew he was important. Someone to be respected. Someone to listen to. He would probably demand to leave. She, having never disobeyed an order in her life, would listen. Only, he would have to hold his breath for quite some time. She did not have the ability to create an air bubble like a Humacampus could. Her tail curled close to her, feeling dry and leathery from having been out of the water so long. Her skin felt odd as well, cracking and old nearly. She wished to dive into the water. To satisfy the Itching dryness consuming her. It was clear being so dry was bugging her. Even to the eyes of a simple human.

[User]
Liandrich
Syanka
His eyes went from the sleeping seal back to her. He could almost see her skin drying out. He quickly deduced she needed water. Her kind lived in it for their entire life. It was pretty obvious they would need it to keep moisturized. Though, if he allowed her into the water, she might attempt to escape, leaving him there. He had to find a plan.

And he quickly found one. He eyed the seal one more time. She had curled up around him. Obviously she cared for the creature. With a small smile he stood up and walked towards the water. He sat at the edge and whispered: "Get into the water. You're drying out." Though he looked carefully so the seal wouldn't wake up. He also kept this swords on his lap. "But if you try to swim away, your little friend dies." he told her while looking at the seal. "Who are you?" he then added.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Liam did the same with Gallade. Once at the center, Liam placed Gallade's ball in the tray that a Chancey held out for them. Once she had Gardevoir's ball as well, she was going to take them and heal them.

[Assistant] Shiranui gave Titania's Poké Ball to Chansey and after Chansey left he sat down with Liam. "I think we both know what we could be up against in the Sootopolis Gym," he stated.

[User] "Well, it is a water type gym." Liam said.

[Assistant] "And from what I read, Juan has a unique style of battling," continued Shiranui.

[User] 'Well, Sceptile and Pikachu would be good additions to put on the team." Liam thought aloud.

[Assistant] "He'll be expecting you to throw Grass and Electric-type Pokémon against his Water-types," replied Shiranui, knowing by his logic Juan would be expecting Kinoko and Manectric as well.

[User] "That is true." Liam thought.

[Assistant] "What I would do is pick some Pokémon that are versatile with their moves," Shiranui suggested, "That way you can adapt your battle strategy."

[User] "Well, I have an idea on who I need to bring to the gym." Liam said. The Chancey returned Gallade and Titania. Liam decided to rearrange his party to be ready for the gym battle. They would have to hurry to catch the ferry to Sootopolis City.

[Assistant] Shiranui thanked Chansey and rearranged his party for the battle with Juan. He left the Pokémon Centre and made his way to the harbour at a fast pace.

[User] As did Liam. They both got on the boat with enough time to spare.

[Assistant] "It'll only be a matter of time before we reach Sootopolis City," stated Shiranui.

[User] In a few minutes, the boat docked in Sootopolis. Liam checked in at the Pokémon Center.

[Assistant] Shiranui did likewise. "Do we take on the gym first or the Contest?" he inquired.

[User] "We have time to do the gym first." Liam said.

[Assistant] "In that case, let's go win our last badge for here," replied Shiranui.

[User] The duo made it to the gym. The gym leader, Juan welcomed them. He said that in his gym, the began with a double battle with each side having two Pokémon. From there, it became a normal battle, with each trainer having a max of five Pokémon.

[Assistant]
Shiranui elected to go first. "This gym battle will be a two-stage battle with no time limit," the official declared, "The first stage is a two-on-two double battle and the second stage is a three-on-three single battle. Begin!"
"Walrein, Seaking, go!" Juan sent out a Walrein and a Seaking and Shiranui scanned both Pokémon.
"Walrein, The Ice Break Pokémon. Walrein swims all over in frigid seawater while crushing icebergs with its grand, imposing tusks. Its thick layer of blubber makes enemy attacks bounce off harmlessly."
"Seaking, the Goldfish Pokémon and the evolved form of Goldeen. Seaking is very protective of its eggs. The male and female will take turns patrolling around their nest and eggs. The guarding of eggs by these Pokémon goes on for over a month."
"Gimansha, Hoshi, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Mawile and Starmie out in response.
"Walrein, Blizzard; Seaking, Horn Drill at Starmie!"
"Gimansha, Super Fang at Walrein; Hoshi, use Reflect Type on Walrein!" Hoshi used its psychic abilities to change its type to match Walrein. The area surrounding its core changed to cyan. Seaking charged at Hoshi with its horn spinning like a drill, but Hoshi jumped into the pool to dodge the attack. Walrein fired a Blizzard that missed Hoshi and glanced off of Gimansha. Gimansha in retaliation clamped her jaws on Walrein's head and cut its HP in half.
"Seaking, use Megahorn on Starmie; Walrein, use Brine on Mawile!"
"Gimansha, Iron Head at Walrein; Hoshi, stir things up with Gyro Ball!" The Starmie sunk to the bottom of the pool and started spinning very fast, soon creating a vortex. Seaking tried to navigate the current, but it was caught. Above the surface, Walrein sprayed a blast of saline water at Gimansha and the Mawile felt the damage. Gimansha swung her jaws and clubbed Walrein on the head, the hit being critical.
"Seaking, Supersonic at Starmie; Walrein, use Brine on Mawile once more!"
"Hoshi, Thunderbolt at Seaking; Gimansha, Metal Burst!" The pool water soon became live with electricity and Seaking was electrocuted into a knockout. Gimansha conjured an orb of energy in her jaws as Walrein sprayed another blast of saline water at her. The Mawile's HP was just low enough for Brine to be extra potent and was almost down. Gimansha launched the orb at Walrein and Walrein felt half again the damage it inflicted on Gimansha—just enough to knock it out as well.

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Both trainers recalled their Pokémon. "You may have defeated me in the double battle, but you still have three more of my Pokémon to beat. Go Luvdisc!"
"Manectric, I choose you!" Juan sent his Luvdisc out and Shiranui responded with his Manectric.
"Luvdisc, Sweet Kiss!"
"Manectric, Discharge! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated his Mega Ring and Manectric soon became a Mega Manectric. Manectric electrocuted Luvdisc into a one-hit knockout.

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"Luvdisc, return; go Whiscash!"
"Manectric, return; Kinoko, I choose you!" Juan switched to a Whiscash and Shiranui switched his Mega Manectric for his Breloom.
"Whiscash, Zen Headbutt!"
"Kinoko, Spore!" The Breloom enveloped Whiscash in a cloud of spores, but Whiscash dove into the pool. Whiscash's face started glowing with iridescent energy as it leaped out of the pool. Just before impact, Kinoko dodged the attack. Her Toxic Orb left her badly poisoned.
"Whiscash, Earthquake!"
"Kinoko, Fling!" Kinoko flung the Toxic Orb and managed to hit Whiscash with it. The damage wasn't much, but the orb activated, leaving Whiscash as badly poisoned as Kinoko. Whiscash slammed the side of the pool and shook Kinoko for some major damage. The Breloom's Poison Heal ability allowed Kinoko to use the poison to heal some damage while Whiscash got a bit of damage from being badly poisoned.
"Whiscash, try Zen Headbutt again!"
"Kinoko, Seed Bomb!" Kinoko jumped high into the air and pelted Whiscash with a barrage of seeds, causing heavy damage. Whiscash jumped out of the pool, its head glowing with iridescence, and struck Kinoko for a lot of damage. Kinoko recovered more health, but Whiscash succumbed to the poison.

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"Whiscash, return; go Milotic!" Juan switched the downed Whiscash for his headliner Milotic and Shiranui didn't switch Kinoko out.
"Milotic, Ice Beam!"
"Kinoko, Leech Seed!" Milotic fired a lightning-like beam of ice and Kinoko was blasted into a knockout.

---

"Kinoko, return; Hoshi, I choose you!" Shiranui switched his Breloom for his Starmie.
"Milotic, Safeguard!"
"Hoshi, Minimize!" Hoshi shrunk in size, making the Starmie harder to hit while Milotic gained a sheen that protected it from status conditions.
"Milotic, Dragon Tail!"
"Hoshi, Thunderbolt!" The Starmie's core glowed yellow as it spun like a generator and unleashed a blast of electricity that electrocuted Milotic. Milotic managed to whack Starmie back into its Poké Ball. Gimansha popped out.
"Milotic, Recover!"
"Gimansha, Super Fang!" Milotic recovered most of the damage it received from the Thunderbolt while Gimansha made her way over and bit down with her jaws with enough force to cut Milotic's HP in half, making the Recover mostly moot.
"Milotic, Water Pulse!"
"Gimansha, Sucker Punch!" Gimansha bit down on Milotic again and the hit was critical. Milotic was knocked out from the hit.

---

"Congratulations, Shiranui!" said Juan, "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Rain Badge."
"Thanks Juan," replied Shiranui. He sat down in the grandstand to watch Liam's battle.

[User]
Juan used Luvdisc and Seaking. Liam called on Sceptile and before he could toss out his other Pokémon, a different ball popped open and Skrelp emerged.
 "Skrelp, use Toxic on Luvdisc, Sceptile use Leaf Blade on Seaking!" Both attacks were fired off. Luvdisc was badly poisoned and Seaking was slashed.
 "Sweet Kiss on Sceptile Luvdisc, and Seaking, use Rain Dance!" Juan ordered. Sceptile became confused while Seaking summoned a rainstorm. Sceptile meanwhile had in his confusion turned on Skrelp.
(Toxic/Rain 1)
 "Skrelp, used Venom Drench! Spray Juan's entire half of the battlefield!" Skrelp did so, after taking a Bullet Seed, which hit four times. Luvdisc's Swift Swim did not save it from being hit.
"Sweet Kiss on Skrelp Luvdisc, Seaking Horn Drill on Sceptile!" Sceptile was able to evade the OHKO move. Skrelp dove underwater to evade the confusion move.
(Toxic/Rain 2)
"Luvdisc, Water Pulse on Skrelp, Seaking, Hyper Beam on Skrelp."
Skrelp was knocked out. Seeing this, Sceptile snapped out of confusion and became enraged. He used Sunny Day. Luvdisc was KO'd by poison.
(Sun 1)
"Solarbeam on Seaking!" Liam ordered. Seeking was knocked out by the grass move, and ended the first half. Liam recalled Sceptile so that the battle field could change.

---

"Sealeo!" Juan called.
 Liam sent Sceptile back out.
(Sun 2)
 "Solarbeam!" Liam called. The attack landed critically and one shotted Sealeo (120 base *1.5 for STAB *2 for weakness, *1.5 for Crit= 540) Sealeo was swapped for Wishcash
(Sun 3)
 Liam called for another Solar Beam, This one also one shotted, due to the double weakness. Milotic came out.
(Sun 4)
"Rain Dance!" Juan called.
 "Leaf Blade!" Liam called. Milotic evaded the attack
(Rain 1)
 "Bullet Seed!" Liam called. Milotic dove underwater to avoid the move. Juan called for a Twister and Milotic did so, grabbing water in the attack as well.
 "Now, Ice Beam!" The column of water was frozen in ice, and Milotic fired Dragon Pulse into it, KO'ing Sceptile.
(Rain 2)
"Go Pikachu!" Liam sent out the mouse Pokémon.
 "Thunderbolt!" Liam called.
 "Iron Tail." Juan ordered. Pikachu was smacked before he could do the move, which missed when he used it.
 (Rain 3)
 "Ice Beam!" Pikachu evaded the move with fast footwork. Pikachu landed up on a rock from the dodging.
 "Iron Tail the floor!" Liam called. Pikachu did as Liam said, and was propelled up to the sprinkler system.
 "Iron Tail into Thunder!" Pikachu sliced a sprinkler head open, allowing water to gush out onto Milotic, making a severe downpour. Pikachu fired electricity into the gushing water. Pikachu used all of his electricity in the maneuver and passed out from exhaustion. Nilotic was KO'd from damage and Liam won the Rain Badge.
 Juan asked them what they planned to do next. Liam said they were entering the contests here and in Pacfilog and would than go to Evergrande for the Grand Festival and League Tournament.

[Assistant] Shiranui wondered if they would run into Wallace in any of their future contests.

[User] "Well, let's go to the center and prepare for the contests." Liam said.

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and was soon at the Pokémon Centre/

[User] Liam handed over his Pokémon who fought for healing as he prepped for the contest.

[Assistant] Shiranui had been thinking about who he would enter into the contest while his Pokémon were healing.

[User] Liam was pacing back and forth as he pondered various appeals he could do.

[Assistant] Shiranui thought of who he'd enter and even thought up an appeal. He went to the Contest Hall and registered his entry.


[System]
Nickname(s): Nexus

Age: Indeterminate

Gender: Assumed male via the baritone quality of the voice.

Sexuality:N.A

DOB:N.A

Nationality:N.A

Appearance: Four arms, two for each side. Four harsh, jagged metal claws for feet with one protruding to the back and three to the front. The toe towards the back was much wider - almost three times - coming out at a high angle and spiking the floor for extreme balance, modulating with two small hydraulics that set the angle downwards. Its legs were composed of both metal and a thermoplastic in a dull gray, a frame of iridium, two spokes towards the knee joint, surrounded by the thermoplastic. It was heat regulated, as it diffused the excess heat from processes and movement, also storing lubricant for the enclosed joints. The plastics were divided by supporting struts of iridium, as well as small bolts for maintenance and adjustment. Inside the knee - a bearing connecting upper and lower portions of the leg - sat a circular cylinder that rotated with each movement, made for easy replacement. A large plate of metal composed the kneecap, resting below a thigh composed mainly of elastomer, with a femur of iridium beneath. Both legs connected with joint bearings to the hips, which was suspended somewhere beneath the machines abdomen, allowing gyration. The torso of the machine was sealed, air-tight and pumped full of argon to prevent degradation of internal components, modeled rather robustly with a lean abdomen in a tight, less pliable plastic which lead up to touch the edge of the more pliable thermoplastic of its chest. The center-line of the machine jutted forwards, giving a peaked appearance forwards, a rounded triangle almost. Several panels lined the chest, seamless and most likely commanded by the machine, no doubt. The arms attached to the torso in similar fashion to the legs, using joint bearings for maximum mobility and freedom of motion, holding the limb tight enough without being too tight to make replacement a pain. Similar to the legs as well, the upper arm was simplistic and consisted of one bone enveloped in plastic, while the forearm was more advanced in appearance, frame of iridium sticking out, paneling, rotating cylinder joints, and even a similar cap over each elbow.

Hydraulic beams on the underside of the forearm indicated that the limb was capable of extension, possibly giving the machine another half arms length. The head was unique, the newest and most effective design in the Nexus project. A thick neck with two hydraulic rods both front and back. The neck material was the same black as the abdomen, meaning it was the more rigid variant of plastic. The majority of the head was solid iridium, brushed to give a dull gray colour slightly brighter than the thermoplastic. In the front, it was made into plates, four which separated themselves and acted as eyebrows or a way to display emotion. The plates were on either side of a large blue lens that beamed calmly outwards, dimming and brightening that related directly to the width of the aperture and the level of zoom. The head gently roiled backwards, two square indents on the left and right side of a center ridge which ran back about three quarters of the head before making a rounded spike. On either edge of this spike - a bit further back and tighter against it than the aforementioned indents - were two long spikes that rotated and twitched, sensors disguised to look like ears almost. Two panels on the side popped out, controlled by little electric motors that articulated the plate. Not only did this house the delicate microphone setup, it also served to display emotion further. Its voice was a smooth baritone, designed as such to conceal the robotic warbling of its voice. If one listened close enough, they could actually hear the wavering double-tone effect the speakers beneath its chin created. A design flaw, if it had anything to say about it.

Personality: Neutral, stoic, emotionless. This is mostly on choice, as the machine is programmed with emotions.

Position on The Condor: Engineer

Skills:

Four Arms: Allows twice the effectiveness in creation, hauling and generally all realms of physical interaction. The arms are incredibly durable, but if it happens to be destroyed, replacement is simple. Legs and arms are attached on electromagnetic joint bearings. They allow complete freedom of motion as well as making accidental removal impossible.

Advanced Computer tech: Advanced processors allow the machine to operate and react hundreds of times faster than the average human. Computations which could take hours or days to muddle through with possible error in humans, can be ran ten times over in seconds, leaving little to no error.

Hard Carapace/Hydraulic Assisted limbs: Sturdy construction allows for less lifting assistance in the ship, alleviating strain on lifts or dollies and decreasing the time it takes to move generally anything. The hard external carapace also prevents dings and bumps, providing defensive benefits if the ship were to be besieged. Hydraulics assuring every limb work in tandem with electrical actuators and rotors. This allows the machine to operate as softly or as rough as the moment calls for. After setting components in the body to bear load, its been reported as lifting almost five times its weight and holding up near ten times.

Advanced Multicore processor (cont.) with quantum capabilities: Nexus operates an incredibly advanced 100+ core system. Each core operates as a different personality or group of personalities to govern the system. They reach consensus on every decision the machine makes in one thousandth of a second. As a result of having hundreds of different voices, the machine refers to itself as "we" rather than "I". While it prefers others follow the same, it does not mind if they refuse. BEWARE CORE 13

Unhinged AI: Being completely independent of limiting software or things of the like, the machine has complete free will. During its life, this has allowed it to pursue whatever course of action it desires. This has resulted in the machine enlightening itself with near every single realm of science and mathematics. It can create various things from Antidotes to poison or disease, to fabricating ships or weapons.
Being free its whole life, it dislikes being ordered to do things it deems idiotic. Leaving it alone to do as it wishes is most likely the best course of action.

Pacifism: The machine absolutely refuses to conduct violence or deems unnecessary. If ordered to kill a prisoner and informed they would be killed regardless if it refused; it would most likely do anything in its power to protect the prisoner, even if that meant killing the captors. That being said, it has absolutely no obligation to using force to subdue or interrogate. If the machine feels like its actions will be intrusive to co-workers or those close to it, it will ask several times if what they will do is acceptable to them.

Elaborate Optic: The singular optic is incredibly elaborate in that it is both ridiculously high-resolution as well as armoured and nigh bullet-proof. Capable of zooming and enhancing an image from a kilometer away to appear 15 feet away. Unfortunately, if it were to be broken the machine would have no way of operating besides sound. It would also be unable to repair the damage, and would be forced to relinquish schematics to another capable engineer.

Years on The Condor: A recently accepted machine, a take at having a machine on-board in Engineering.

Other: As a rather imposing machine, is dislikes violence heavily. This acts as a prevention to a combat role even though the machine would be well suited to take blows. That being said, if someone close to it were to be placed in danger...

Edit: Decided to elaborate more in the skills. Thought I had left it too vague.

[User]
"..." the machine's retort was only answered by garthar's silence, before he gave a grumble, one hand shifting and adjusting as he let his feet fall to the ground. Damned droid..."im making sure machines like yourself can react appropriately to fellow crewmen. So far, so good. Just dont short out your sensors." He waved the machine off. Not the best come back...but one he felt would suffice.

 As more of the crew arrived, he waved to greet them. One that he took great care in greeting was the only true android on the ship. His view shifted to the feminine machine immidiatly, giving a nod."Lucile. Kept yourself busy through the night, i hope. Can get terribly boring when most of the ship sleeps."
 His voice carried a joyful tone. Much different from when he spoke with nexus...

His attention fell on the second in command, and a grumble escaped him. "Roland. I dont mean to give you flak so earily, but must you carry those files with you. Dont we have somewhere secure, i dont know, like a computer to keep those?" The idea of his information floating around the shop made Gar uncomfortable. But he wouldnt say much more...

And finally everyone was here, and the captain started the debriefing. A hostage rescue and investigation...possible combat..." Boss. Permission to began shifting a portion of the generators overall power to a secondary location. If we begin storing now, we should have a sizable pool of energy to pull from if we must engage in combat, while leaving the main generator for movement and defence" he had wanted to impliment this strategy for a time. The only draw back was a slightly longer travel time..." i have a storage location already set aside, and ready for the ok"
@hawlin@jeyma

[Assistant]
A single percent of a smile that is was, the absence was still noticeable as Jessa blew Luci off in favor or ogling 'Heir Doktor' Wolfe upon their entrance. If the beep-boop didn't know better, they would assume the influx of organic doctors would be somehow related to morale. Mayhap medical attention was something better suited for a creature with meat and bones? Luci honestly held no shred of belief that the value of a 'soul' alone had sway in choosing who pried bullets out of you. It could be argued that this is specifically the reason why having extra doctors on The Condor was essential, as Luci was not known for their bedside manner...or even being able to offer a reassuring smile, for that matter.

Thankfully, they could still hold the attention of their fellow constructs long enough to exchange greetings. Tiny blips of feedback brought about by the glow of Nexus' eye to the point of Luci being tempted to make a joke about how if it kept staring, it might burn a hole through her. However, the machine was surprisingly expressive with a single eye and Luci was curious of how literal such an assumption could truly be. The construct had unnerved them a bit at first, though like their associate 'Garbo', they appeared more interested in tinkering than dissecting crewmates.
Luckily, that was Luci's job, and they were most proud of being of some value since hostile alien specimens tended not to scream nearly as much or threaten to have them ground up. Yes! They were aware what bones were! Namecalling didn't make them any less broken.

Shaking the thought, Luci lifted a hand in a half wave to address Nexus and make it clear that they were very aware that the machine was watching them.
Judging by the noises Garbo was making, there was likely something they missed before showing up. It made no sense to the android why a fellow construct would take such a tone with its kin, though she was well enough aware of the man to know that asking such questions likely wouldn't get them anywhere.
"Tell me about eit. Zeh view iz far from interesting, at that" Luci replied, unwilling to admit that they'd spent their time just kinda...staring. It wasn't like they cooked, took stock of inventory or did much of anything in the way of productivity when at port. "Still building drones?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in mild interest; another unrefined expression that came off almost condescending even though the roboticist had one of the few jobs on the ship worth considering 'interesting'. Well, one of the few that didn't involve cracking skulls or delving into derelict ships for goodies.

The meeting was fairly brief and straight-forward. Luci didn't have any questions since the intel department was literally carried around by Roland who she imagined goes over such information with Marty who no doubt listened intently. The 'ladies and gentlemen' bit stuck with the beep-boop who took the exception in stride, not entirely sure what they could be considered as, themselves. It wasn't like they appreciated having such existentialism pointed out, but at least the captain was honest enough about his feelings.
In all seriousness, Luci was curious about one small matter, raising a hand before speaking. "Do ve have a negotiator or a plan of attack? I doubt zeh Titchua are going to play ball, no matter how nicely we ask" they asked, simply knowing where they were going and why not entirely being enough. At least in the enforcement vids and based off experience, hostage-takers tended to get fairly itchy trigger-fingers in response to assaults.

Catfish@Erklings25@Mistory

[User]
The machine snapped its head to point at Garthar, plates flaring outwards in anger. "The Captain must have misread your training and skills. We would like to educate you on power fundamentals, as power cannot be stored in the manner you suggest without ship-size capacitor banks. To our previous knowledge, the ship is not a capacitor, and will not hold the required amount of power you are suggesting. The primary core is fine serving its intended purpose. If combat proves power draw too intense, we will begin construction on a secondary fusion core using our own fuel cells. Synthetic fuel-time will be halved, yet salvaging ships should provide additional fuel we can process. If power consumption still proves too great, we will move to further analyze core components which draw extensive power and either create protocols to mitigate consumption, or make them more efficient." The mild insult in response to Nexus' previous scathing retort went overlooked.

 It had spoken lengthily, but what Garthar was proposing was idiotic. Absolutely moronic. Storing power could only be so efficient. Even with 0-Kelvin super-conductors, there was only so much power a battery could hold and how much it could release over a period of time. Even in the twentieth century this was a known fact. Power cannot be efficiently stored in that manner, it must be used on production.

 "With the Captain's permission, we can provide efficiency upgrades using stabilized ion core technology. This will multiply power, yet direct hit in combat creates a one in eight possibility of complete destabilization. This means it will require monitoring by another less capable Engineer." It stated, light moving to beam over Garthar. It was insinuating heavily, rightly so with that rather electrically-defunct request.


[System]
Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists.
Gender: Male

Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next.

Level: 1

Class: Brawler

Race: Demon

Attribute: Focus

Martial Arts:
None

Thaumaturgy:
-Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four.

Gift:
Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way.

Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.

[User]
Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made.

He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one.

Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.

[Assistant] "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.

[User]
Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world.

As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him.

Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.

[Assistant]
Hikaru - The Forest

Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming:

- Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.

[User]
Jemma - The Beach
@Zamokra41

---

At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to.

Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."

[Assistant]
Farmhouse:
@Scarifar@NarayanK

 As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house!

 Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming.

 One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect.

 "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!"

 The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined.

---

 The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!"

 The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene.

 "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone."

 As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion.

 The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in.

"Castle..." the scarecrow grunted.

 "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.

[User]
Orion Stoneheart

Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?

[Assistant]
Damien tried to enjoy his meal in peace, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the group. Loud crashes and banging was heard as boulders smashed the ground, including one that smashed its way through the roof of the house, destroying the living room nearby. Damien, startled, flinched quite violently and covered his face with his arm in an attempt to shield himself from flying debris. "Jeez, what the hell was that?!" Damien yelled in surprise. The question was quickly answered by the farmer, revealing the catastrophe to be the work of the infamous bandits. Damien raised an eyebrow as he heard the answer; clearly, these attackers were not the average bandits if they had this kind of firepower.

Damien was also surprised when Ezekiel charged toward a window and leapt into it, smashing it open as he flew out. However, Damien quickly recovered from the shock and chuckled as he walked over to the now broken window. Damien then looked out the window, spotting the farmer on the dirt, and said to him, "Man, you might be as crazy as those bandits if you're gonna pull this kinda stunt. Even I would've just kicked the front door open."

With the path open to him, though, Damien saw no reason not to follow the farmer out and climbed through the hole after him, careful to avoid the broken glass. Taking a good look at the farmer to check for injuries, Damien dismissively said, "Ehh, looks like you're alright," then he began to look around for the would-be bandits. Damien soon spotted them on the hill where the sun was setting, with one of them declaring the attack. Damien made the reasonable assumption that he was undoubtedly the leader of these bandits, and a lopsided grin appeared on Damien's face. "I'll take the head honcho over there," Damien said confidently as his limbs transformed into their demonic state. Damien then wasted no time dashing forward, straight towards Castle.

A couple of the bandits in the first assault turned their attention towards Damien and began to swing their swords at him. Damien merely yelled, "Get outta my way!" as he swung a backhanded right fist at the two, smashing them aside as he continued charging forward, yelling as he planned to swing punch after punch at Castle, beginning with a right straight.


[System]
"Here. You kept complaining about your broken watch, so I figured, you know. Do you like it?"
Age
12

Gender
Female

Canon
The Last Of Us

Main Thread or Sandbox
Main Thread

Personality
Sarah shares Joel's sense of humor as she trades jabs with her father during the prologue without missing a beat. She cares about him, as she somehow manages to scrounge up enough money to buy him an implied expensive birthday present.

Like Ellie, Sarah is mature for her age as she is calm and collected when she claims she's 'fine' to Tommy, mere minutes after Joel shot their infected neighbor. She seems to possess above-average intelligence for her age given there is an Honor Roll certificate and an additional academic award hanging above the computer in her room.

Sarah is also caring and selfless as she was worried over Tommy's safety instead of her own and said that they should have stopped to help the family they passed in the road. Another possibility is that she was in shock because of the whole ordeal, and was able to compartmentalize it.

Motivation
From her point in time, all she cares for is living.

Equipment
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Attributes
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Biography
Little is known about Sarah or her past prior to the outbreak except that she lived a regular, everyday life in the Austin, Texas area with her father Joel. She was on a youth soccer team at one point and won an individual award in a game/tournament, as evidenced by several pictures in their house and the picture Ellie stole for Joel. She also enjoyed hiking with her father and skateboarding, as shown by a skateboard leaning against the wall in her room at the start of the game. It is unknown what happened to her mother, besides that they and Joel were once married "for a while".

Sarah is first seen waking up on a sofa to find Joel talking on the phone to her uncle Tommy. Afterwards, Joel sits down on the couch and Sarah gives him a birthday present, a new wristwatch where she jokes that she bought it with the money she got from selling "hardcore drugs". After watching some TV with her father, she eventually falls asleep again and Joel carries her back to her room and puts her to bed.

Later, she is awakened in the middle of the night by an urgent phone call from Tommy who instructs her to get her dad. The line goes dead, prompting her to search for Joel, passing the birthday card she made for Joel and she checks his room, seeing a news report about a gas leak that cuts dead as an explosion in the distance startles Sarah before she proceeds downstairs, seeing several police cars rush past her house.

She finds her father's cellphone with eight missed calls and a text from Tommy saying "where the hell are you? CALL ME!", along with "On my way". She enters her father's study, just as Joel runs in through the open sliding door to the backyard; he is covered in blood and extremely nervous. Joel retrieves his revolver from his desk and says that their neighbor Jimmy Cooper is "sick". The man in question appears, running towards the sliding door, smashing his way through the glass and into the room, causing Sarah to jump back in fright; Joel instinctively puts himself between her and Jimmy. The man charges at the pair, forcing Joel to shoot him and Sarah is in disbelief at what had occurred, but is quickly calmed by her father.

Suddenly, Tommy pulls into their driveway and they jump into his car where they begin driving out of town to get to safety, but some routes are blocked and others clogged with traffic. With no alternative, Tommy diverts into town, narrowly avoiding an Infected patient trying to enter the vehicle. In the mayhem, a car crashes into them, injuring Sarah's leg and impairing her movement. With the car now totaled, Joel carries her whilst Tommy protects them, looking for a safe place. They enter a bar with some Infected hot on their heels. Tommy instructs them to get to the highway and he'll hold the infected back and catch up with them. They flee, closely followed by other infected.

As they approach the highway, with Infected closing in on them, a soldier saves them by shooting the Infected. The soldier radios for orders on what to do with Joel and Sarah, only to be instructed to eliminate them despite Sarah's presence. Although Joel tries to reason with him, the soldier reluctantly opens fire and Joel dives for cover, barely shielding Sarah; the girl cries out in pain as they fall down. The soldier walks up to Joel and prepares to kill him, but he falls to the ground before he can do so, shot by Tommy. The relief is short lived as Sarah begins crying; Joel sees that Sarah was shot in the abdomen, and pleads with her to hang on. She clasps her father, Joel trying to stem the bleeding to no avail and she dies in his arms.

Other
She is only here because Joel is going to be here. You're fucking welcome, Storeguy.

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Lilith and Shantae

Lex answered both of Lilith and Shantae's questions. Starting with Lilith, he said that a incorporeal being with the power of possession could surely become useful at some point or another, not to mention her other more powerful abilities. "Um...I guess that could help." She said showing a slight bit of uncertainty, Lilith actually was able to pull of some pretty impressive stuff, the only reason she really asked that was because she had somewhat of a inferiority complex and she probably still wasn't sure if she was comfortable with helping Lex out with his whole bounty problem, but hey, every little bit helps right?

Next Lex answered Shantae's question by keeping it brief and saying that they did some research and leaving it at that, that answer worried her, an answer that vague must mean that they must've done something really outlandish or immoral to do so and anyone that secretive must be doing so. They might of been spying on these people and their every move and that kind of creeped her out, so now that she was given that explanation she just responded and tried not to think about it anymore, as doing so would likely drive anyone crazy. "Uh...okay then." She wasn't sure if she wanted to trust Lex after she heard this.

But spying on people was just the beginning of Lex's questionable actions, actually this one was more the questionable. After having to put up with some petty arguing he became feat up with it and move his hand under the desk he was sitting in, likely to press some sort of button that was hidden there, and suddenly Sarah was surrounded in a mass of black smoke before disappearing completely. "Jesus Christ!" Lilith shouted out in shock, meanwhile Shantae let out a freighted yelp, now she trusted him even less. Neither of them didn't even know what to say at first but soon enough Lilith finally said something. "What...What the hell did you do to her!?" She believed that the whole 'she is safer now' excuse was good enough.

(Open for interaction)

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Grey

Grey's been taking this all in. So this Mister Luthor guy wants them here to stop some tyrannical overlord with powers from terrorizing the city? Sounds familiar, the dumbfounded fox thinks to himself. But apart from the name and the footage, the group, Grey included, don't seem like they have any clue about what this Superman is capable of. So when Luthor asks for any other questions, the fox is quick to speak.

"Sir?" he starts and steps forward. "I've got a question. What else do we need to know about this... 'Superman' guy?"

He would be lying if Grey said he didn't get some bad vibes from the billionaire, but this alien seems to be the bigger fish to fry right now. He'd have to ask more about why Luthor was keeping them under such scrutiny later- when they weren't being threatened with brain-frying frequencies and guns.

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To Maisha's horror, the kid just…yanked the knife out of his head like he was pulling it out of a sheath. The kid didn't even flinch as he wiggled around before finally releasing the blade from his dome piece. He must have been some kind of monster. Underneath his helmet, Maisha gritted his teeth and cringed. If he were the one doing it for an injured brother in a life or death situation, it would be no problem, but seeing it be treated with such triviality was something else.

Thankfully for the pale kid, the bacta patch would almost instantly clot the bleeding and begin healing the cut as if it were magic. Within the hour, the bacta would've completely healed the wound and left no scar behind.. That clear slime was a beautiful thing, healing wounds as if it were as easy as inflicting it...and bacta this pure and effective wasn't cheap either. Especially since the Empire's fall, getting high-quality bacta was almost impossible and a single tank cost as much as a small ship. With all that said, the point is: the kid better be grateful.

However, the boy's response did take Maisha off guard. Not the part about his age. Maisha was only 13 cycles old when he killed his first man and even younger when he first hunted the vermin that plagued his family's hanger. No, it was how casually the boy implied that he was going to kill everyone. As a bounty hunter, Maisha had met his share of eccentric, violent, and big-talking characters who would say the exact same thing and wouldn't cause him to bat an eye. What unnerved Maisha was how all the little details were coming together, between the appearance, the durability, and the violent comment the kid made. Individually, he wouldn't care, but the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

"You can definitely try, ad'ike, but I doubt you'd get through more than two of these hardened verde," Maisha chuckled, but it was more cover up his concern than anything else. He wasn't worried so much about himself as he was about everyone around him who didn't have the means to defend themselves against an unseen knife.

Before those concerns could be seen any further, the woman from before returned with a change of clothes and the go ahead to see Mr. Luthor. Maisha had almost forgotten about the man what had brought them here with all the commotion! The Mandalorian entered the lift with no complaints with all the others, just as eager as most to find out what the was going on.

At the top floor, the group was greeted with an opulent office fit for the well-dressed businessman sitting at the center desk. Maisha knew the type well, having dealt with those who held some self-importance just because they had plenty of credits to throw around. Lex Luthor immediately got to business, revealing that he collected everyone there for a "situation." The euphemism made Maisha cross his arms, knowing that it indicated a complex problem that would pay appropriately if this man had the slightest sense of fairness.

A small smile crept into Maisha's face as the man named Spike Spiegel asked if this was a bounty. Of course it was, but the pay...they weren't in much of a position to negotiate if Luther was able to put them all in that cage without any hitches. Maisha certainly wanted a enough credits to buy a few new blasters and the knowledge of where his ship was, but freedom was also nice.

Then the bald man dropped something about a "multiverse" and multiple universes. That threw Maisha's head into dizzy. Did he end up in Wild Space or get stuck in Hyperspace to end up here? Well...that would have to come another time, as he shifted his focus onto a hologram of a "Superman" and gave a brief on their target.

Seeing their target, even just a hologram...Maisha was became very, very concerned. This man could shoot lasers from his eyes, fly, and destroying buildings and chest cavities with his bare hands. Maisha had hunted his fair share of tough targets, but this...this was absurd! It was like asking them to take on a Gozanti-class cruiser with size of a man and the agility of an A-Wing with nothing but a few blasters!

Bewildered by this request, Maisha didn't immediately react to the man rushing Luthor and beat the living hell out of that dome piece, but thankfully, someone man in a red and blue suit yanked him away with a fiber cord before he killed everyone's best shot at getting home. However, just as it seemed to be over, Luthor pressed a button that made some girl disappear into a cloud of smoke, sending the girl's presumed father into a renewed frenzy.

Though he didn't know all the details, Maisha felt for this man, having lost his mother to the Empire. Family was important to many, and none moreso than a Mandalorian. He was feeling generous today, so he approached this man and knelt down beside him. He had a knife in hand ready to cut the man free from his restraints if he calmed down. "Greetings burc'ya, please calm down. Your fighting won't do your child any favors. Right now, you've been dealt a questionable hand, and if you jump on the draw too soon, you'll bomb out. I understand your devotion, though. I am no father, but as Mando'ad I know unrelenting devotion to my family. If you wish to have my assistance, I will do everything I can to reunite the two of you for no other reason than to see a family restored, ori'haat (I swear it to be true)."

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Location: Lex Luthor's Office
Physical Condition: Fine
Mental Condition: Very Concerned, Sympathetic
Mentions/Interactions:@Chung (Head Knife Boy kinda sussy) @Paper94(Fellow Bounty Hunter) @SomeMekBoy (Spidey shooting his web all over Joel) @Thatguyinastore (Sad Dad need help?) @cadesmith (Gone girl)

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???They're healthy, however they're also very confused!

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As the smoke surrounding Sarah had cleared, someone completely different had been in the girl's place. It was none other than...

"I, the GREAT ninj- wha!"

The horribly dressed ninja looked around, a baffled expression donned upon her. One moment, she was fighting off crime, or, she was about to! Next thing she knows, she's just in a room with a LOT of different people! The restoration committee member didn't waste much time on examining each and every person there - as there had, again, been a lot of people. Instead, she looked to the one who she somewhat recognized - Lex Luthor was his name, wasn't it? The girl had heard that name and face thrown around here and there back in Gotham, well, for the one month she had been stranded in the city. Had some magic mumbo-jumbo led her to him and this diverse crowd? She took a few steps closer to his desk, humming to herself as she looked him up and down, before she held out a hand to shake his.

Safe to say, she was totally unaware of what happened before she came around.

"I think I know you, sir Luthor! Need an introduction or do you already know of my great deeds?"


[System]
* Age: 21 years old
* Sex: Female
* Appearance: Well... I know I'm kind of pretty and thankful about it. Nothing to write home about, but I look at myself in the mirror and I can smile about what I see and others get a good impression. I'm about average of heigh, standing at about 1,65 meters of height and light of weight. My build overall is kind of slender and fit... feminine but with subtle curves. My breasts are on the small side which is comfortable enough and I got my hips and butt to be proud off, neither are big really but they got a nice shape to them. My legs are also long for my size. My skin is kinda pale but it gets a nice color when I go out and get in the sun for a while. Finally my face... it's a pretty face, can't complain. Generally pleasing, though to stop most people in their tracks. I do have a nice smile and I'm glad for it. If you smile at people, it's very heartening to see them smile back at you, no? Ah... finally, my eyes are kind of ocean blue in tone and my hair, left to reach halfway down my back, is raven black and straight. Oh, and I also do have a bit of a scar on my torso... on my right side.
* Personality: An introvert to begin with... I enjoy my time alone and while I seek out others for fun and engagement, I need time by myself to truly charge up my batteries. I'm proud to say that I'm an emotional person... I would never trade that part of myself. I cry at sad movies or when I remember them, I laugh at jokes and try to smile and say thank you and excuse me to everyone I meet. However, that goes for the good emotions... and feeling is not the same as expressing them. As much as I'm glad to be emotional... I'm glad to be able to control my emotions. That doesn't mean I feel whatever I want... but rather, that I can control my actions even when swept by strong emotion. Sometimes I slip... snap at someone when frustrated or the like, but most of the time I'm glad to be able to show a smile even if I feel under the weather. That's because I don't want to regret the actions I take. And I don't want to hurt those around me. Whatever I do, I want to mean it in my heart and mind. I also... kinda like justice. And the goodness. The sort of heroic things you read in books and watch on TV. I never really grew up from liking such fantasy, such wonder. I like dazzling and great heroes... and despise those who cause harm without thinking twice about it. Those who would harm and kill, who would be selfish enough to care not for the feelings of other as they hurt them. I thought long and hard about such things... and despite knowing that great heroes aren't all that real... that all villains have their motives, their anguish and other all too human motives to push them forward... I still can't forgive them. And I don't want to let go of the feelings in my heart. I love this world of mine with all of my heart... and at the same time, I hate it. I love it because it is what I know... because it is filled with color, with love, with nice people, with amazing inventions, great tastes and scents. And I hate it... by how unfair it can be, how simple, how hard and unchangeable. I also seem to like talking about myself, don't you think?
* Background: My story is mostly like many others. Two loving parents, a privileged life. I didn't mind being alone when I was little, but I was with people I wanted them to laugh. I jumped and laughed, I made faces and told jokes. I loved being called pretty and clever, loved the smiling laughing faces and the praise. It's funny on retrospect... At this age I fell in love with heroes while at the same time being as far away of them as I could be. I was very active when playing and loving to make people laugh I started teasing others. It seemed like good fun... but I never took into account the feelings of those I made fun of. Some took it well. Some joked back at me. But some I hurt... little enough that I didn't truly notice. Or didn't want to notice. It wasn't until later... once I truly caught the tearful, wrathful face of one I made fun off... to see them transfer out of school to escape me and the bullies that were my friends that it all started to sink in. That I began to notice the sad faces, the hurt feelings. I wasn't so funny then when I began to backtrack. For a while I tried to deny it... but as I held back more and more, I lost my place among some of my friends. I got more time alone... and as I got to think of what I did I felt shame, sadness and hurt. I restrained myself and my emotions from showing. Spent more time alone and in the company of my heroes of fantasy. Grew more serious and subdued... even if I took a step in the right direction, my sadness did lead my thoughts astray more than a few times. But I grew past that. I got the end of adolescence with a smile on my lips... as I learned restraint, but more importantly, to take into account the feelings of others. I learned to make people smile in other ways... kind words to those passing by, common courtesies to those having a bad time, smiling just for the joy of meeting someone else. It was a good time for me and perhaps the world wasn't as perfect as in stories... however, so long as I took it all in with optimism things would be just fine. That is... until I got mugged. My city tends to be a relatively good place to live and I seldom saw anything make me fear. However, as I walked back from visiting a friend at night I got stopped by a man demanding my purse. I wasn't carrying anything all that valuable... only my keys, the simplest makeup, too little cash for it to matter and the like. The situation felt surreal to me... but at the same time, I was crystal clear in thought as it all happened. I should have given it to him... showed I was carrying nothing of value. That was the smart and the right thing to do. But I didn't. I bit my lip and I refused. I said no over and over again. Because... it wasn't right for this man to rob me. Because I had not done anything bad to him to deserve him to rob me, to threaten me. Because I didn't want to be a victim... I didn't want to give in to crime, to robbery. To the stuff in stories and TV. So I struggled. I was dead afraid. But I was also angry. And for it all, I got stabbed in the side... felt the cold steel of his folding knife digging into my skin... the puncture. The cut. The pain, wobbliness, the coldness. Darkness creeping on the side of my vision. And yet I held onto my purse... I continue to struggle. I cried out loud and finally he went away. I almost died that night... and over and over I got told how stupid I was to fight. And I told them I was. But in a dark corner of my mind... I was proud. Because I didn't give in. A bit... no, plenty crazy. But I stuck my ground. And as happy as I was for that, I was twenty times more scared. Because I felt the coldness. The weakness of blood leaving your body... making movement and thought sluggish and painful. I almost died because someone wanted the 22 dollars I carried on my purse. And had they had a gun, I would definitely be dead... into the beyond... or worse, nothingness. And while I'm alive now... now I know it. I will struggle again when faced with such an event. And next time, I won't be so lucky. No matter how much I struggle... in the world I come from, one bullet means I'm out. No matter my views... my emotions, my desire for good and justice. My world is cold and hard that way. But... that isn't the case in this new world, is it?
* Powers: Two things, I have found... One is my body. I was a bit athletic before... but now I feel a step beyond that. My body is improved... it feels lighter, stronger, faster. I got more energy and I'm more fit that I was before. I can carry more without being tired... and I'm stronger than I remember. I guess, that comes from wanting to be a hero... a body capable of doing great things. To fight and struggle... to resist more. However... that is not all. I can move things away from myself... it's a force. I can pick up stuff from afar, push things... like telekinesis. I can feel the weight of it... of what I'm exerting. It gets weaker the farther I try to exert the power and stronger the closer I do. The power is invisible when I'm moving little weight... but the more power I exert, the more a blue aura appears, giving color to the force I'm exerting.
* Personal Motive: I want to improve myself, in this world without boundaries. I want to look it all... meet new people. If there is bad... I wish to combat it. To bring smiles to people around me. And at the end of the day... I want to be happy as well. To take a corner and build up my life and powers. If possible I'd like to visit my world again... but not if it means leaving behind the powers I found... and this colorful land of my fantasies.
* Mementos: Just two things I got... One is the folding knife that almost took my life. The robber left it stuck to my side, you see... and I asked to keep it. I haven't really parted with it ever since. The other thing is a silver necklace my mom bought me after I got out of the hospital... a small thing, but I know how much she wanted to cheer me up... and it reminded me of how much she cares for me and loves me. I do... want to see her again and dad too... my friends and my life. But picking... picking is hard.

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Rickie blinked twice. There were weird things. Weird, madness inducing things. And there was this. He then stood there, mouth agape, still in shock of what was he seeing. Did Kirrian just get kidnapped by a she-monkey and he got shoved in between the...WHHHAAAAAT!? Rickie finally was able to process what was happening, and he was too tempted to wish Kirrian luck, health, and lots of monkey-babies. But then he remembered the old adage of certain groups. "Bros before hoes" He repeated mentally as he pumped his fist.

"GET AWAY FROM HE...I MEAN HIM, YOU BITCH!" Rickie yelled at the speeding monkey, almost bungling the phrase by misquoting a certain badass one liner from a movie. He had better not do more of that, anyway. "GET BACK HERE AND DROP KIRRIAN!" He added, and restarted running. Although then again, he had just figured out how to throw freaking Fireballs. Wasn't there a levitation spell? He searched the crevices of his mind for the answer.

Turns out, somehow  he knew how to do it. After pronouncing the arcane words, soon Rickie's feet took off the ground, and darted at the awesome speed... of an elderly man in a moped.

Uncool Rickie thought to himself as he yelled again, flailing his legs in midair. "PICK ME INSTEAD! LEAVE THE LAD ALONE!" Rickie added. He wasn't unconviced this was going to be case, but at the very least he was sure to enjoy it more than Kirrian.

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Stas pointed at Linnea and said "You too. First sign of trouble I want you to bail out, keep an eye on Edwin so you two can link up after the battle if Juno and I are down."

"Y-yes sir!" Linnea replied. She floated back higher to maintain her vantage point and saw chaos. Startled and dumb-founded, Linnea had to shake her head a bit before giving her new report,
"Nevermind, one of the men ran into the bushes, another one was kidnapped by a large monkey, and the last one is running after that monkey. I guess we're safe? Or are they in trouble?"

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Before she even realized it, Susan went far.... so far and so high... above the canopy to stand upon a branch seemingly in the sky. She felt the wind on her face... had to spread her arms open and close her eyes, as her hair was swept by the cold, fresh breeze... and then open her eyes again to stare at the planets... the two suns, the vast, intense blue sky.

However, soon she feels the danger... and even such a thrill is pushed back at the promise of danger. Susan turns back, moving back on a branch, light, so light! on her feet as the lion revealed himself.

For a moment, there was uncertainty in her mind... blade or necklace? Dark or light? Instincts battled mind... until finally she took a deep breath and smiled, a hand going up to her heart... and to grasp the necklace in it. Better put her wits to use and a cool head.

"Indeed, I don't! Though I'd wish it wasn't quite so obvious... though perhaps it will serve me well. Then again, I wonder in which way that I don't belong here you mean? In this world? For if so I was brought here, invited to come. If there is fault to be on my presence on that account I'd take it on with the one who brought me here. Perhaps you mean this tree? Unfortunately, if I did ill in that instance it was born out of either ignorance. Best way to punish it is to destroy the ignorance itself, namely by telling me what I did wrong and thus I'd be ignorant no more and such mistake will never be done again. Then again I didn't actually mean to get this far up into the tree... but then I got to blame the wonderfulness of the view, the magnificence of the tree and the richness of this blue sky for pushing me ever upwards... a little bit my weakness for not being able to resist its allure. Or perhaps this is your domain and you care not for visitors, I interrupted your peace? In that case it will be far faster for me to leave than to force me out... far less troublesome too. If this tree is marked for nobody to come in scent, my nose is not keen enough to catch such a message yet... in which case, perhaps you'd like me to make another mark sure to ward ignorant climbers away? I can carve it in three different tongues for you at no cost, more than what I have gotten by the beauty of this view" says Susan, smiling all the while... her hair flowing with the breeze as she even dares point upward, stretch her arms wide and signal the sky when talking about the magnificent view.

"Thus... will you please tell me, Sir, what did I do wrong?"