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Age (Magical Girl): 15

Age (Before Magical Girl): 22

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance:

Specialization: Light - Alicia can fire beams of light to attack with modest attack power, single targeting, and long range. Can use a blazing sword of light in melee. Can use spells that see through deceptions like illusions, good at finding things, and capable of Purification (between Fire and reinforcement). At an advanced level she can force others to reveal secrets to her.

Out of costume she is always aware of when people lie to her, with the potential to become more powerful.

Weapon: Ranged, Bow
Star Seraph - An ornately decorated longbow with ammunition both magical and ordinary. It provides quit a bit of a wallop at full draw, to punch through armor and flesh. It makes up for the comparatively low speed of the weapon when it is being used, though she can augment that with magic to increase the firing speed of her weapon and even throw out multiple arrows at once.

Power: Barrage - Specializes in suppression, casting a lot of small spells in a row, and she can add secondary explosions to her larger spells.

Perks: Enhanced Outfit - An improved uniform that channels magic better, and provides serious protection to the point of shrugging off axes and heavy weapons fire.

Sorcery - Alicia has experience with the mystical art of Hoodoo, which she can even teach to normal people after some lessons. It also lets her use magic when untransformed.

Interdimensional Tourist - Alicia knows a traveler from another dimension who lends a hand when she needs it, giving her a place to crash, offering fake ID's, pretending to be her parents, etc.

Get out of jail - When imprisoned or trapped Alicia can rarely choose to teleport to a random safe location, which is guaranteed to have the supplies or facilities she needs to recover. Easy return and the area remaining safe past arrival are not guaranteed.

Blood Magic - Magic can be fueled with health rather than Mana, though obviously this can be dangerous to your general well being
Patron: Beacon

Patron Benefits: Spark - With a small exertion of will Alicia can resist attempts to alter her mind or body

Perfect Life - The Beacon gives you the Fake Parents perk, and will defend them from monsters.

Supplier - The Beacon provides Alicia with a lot of non-magical resources, though it may take some time for her to get them.

Patron Drawbacks: Vow of Patience - Alicia vows to show forgiveness and be merciful to those who do wrong, Build a sense of peaceful stability and harmony, resolve issues and arguments respectfully, and act with a forbearance that comes from moderation
Excommunication - Don't play by the Beacon's rules, get kicked out and killed on sight. No cooperating with Horrrors, dark magical girls, monsters, or the Ebon Mint, no using Black Coins, no killing other Beacon girls.

Fighting Style: Alicia is primarily a ranged fighter par excellence. She will hang back and provide support for melee fighters, taking out mobs and backing up her allies with powerful magic. If fighting solo she will do her best to keep her distance, hammering away at her opponent and wearing them down until she can shift to the offensive and deliver the coup de main with an overwhelming onslaught of magical force. This is augmented by her blood magic, allowing her to keep up the fight for far longer than your average magical girl and ensuring that the strategy is effective by maintaining a consistent power output for longer.

If she is pulled into melee she will use her magic to fight defensive and look for an opportunity to return to long range, or for her opponent to make a mistake so she can finish the fight right then and there.

Stats (Untransformed): These start at 3. CYOA options indicate if they apply out of costume as well.
STR: 3
AGI: 3
VIT: 3
MAG: 4
LCK: 3

Stats (Transformed): These start at 4.
STR: 8
AGI: 7
VIT: 10
MAG: 11
LCK: 6

Personality: Alicia does her best to live up to the virtue that she has taken on as part of Beacon, and she would consider herself a fairly patient person who does not relish the thought of violence. That does not mean she will not act to defend civilians if they are threatened. This she will do with a firm conviction, though there may be some regret depending n the circumstances involved. She is not heartless after all.

As a normal girl Alicia works hard and has an upbeat attitude, always looking forward to whatever the day might bring, even if it's a challenge to look on the sunny side. She tends to be more charitable than is perhaps good for her, but doesn't mind working hard and helping out others if they need assistance. She also has a soft spot for music, specifically soft rock and classical music, and cares a lot about her family. Fortunately being in Beacon means she doesn't have to worry about them, giving her a bit more peace of mind.

History: Alicia grew up with a fairly normal life, the eldest of three siblings and the one who felt the weight of family expectation upon her. She did her best to live up to the family values, and to represent them well. She did not want to let her parents down after all. Yet she always had this nagging suspicion that there was something missing, that she could be something more. She just didn't know what it was. It would take her time to find out. She went to college, planning to become a teacher so she could give back to people much like she had been raised to. Yet she was not content simply giving up her life so easily. During break she went traveling, exploring the world a bit to try and find herself, and to resolve herself to what she was going to do in the future. A fact made all the more ironic when she was approached by a Puchuu from 'The Beacon' one day.

So she became a magical girl, learning how to fight, to harness her powers and use them in a manner that lived up to the ideals that Beacon upheld. She also chose her virtue as required by the Beacon, and settled into a new life with her family. She went out to fight, and soon got quite a bit of experience as a magical girl. Along the way she also met a strange traveler who claimed to be from another dimension. After buying them a meal they struck up a good friendship, and now work together when it is needed or convenient. Her friend doesn't go out and fight, but for more covert things it works out well.

Incantation: "Chains of Darkness, break! Light, shine forth!"

Additional Info: N/A

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Alexander Shields

Alexander sighed as he made a barrier ramp down to Lily. He walked to her and held out a hand "For fucks sake Lily! 'Bone of my sword of love', 'Cupids Arrow'? I'd ask where you came up with stuff that corny, but there are just some things man wasn't meant to know. Also-" He turned his head to look at Justine "-I really really hope you know what you're doing"

[Assistant]
With the combined efforts of Lily, her, and Sue. They've managed to defeat Justine. Yet Eliza still felt a pang of guilt in her chest, the same guilt she felt when Minnie was killed, as the vampire fell into the ocean. The witch couldn't help but wonder if there was a different way to win the fight, without having to resort to bloodshed.

 She hated it, and her new form was a forever reminder of it.

 Eliza glanced over to Lily, who had dove into the water after Justine. She rose a brow, thinking that there was no way the vampire was still alive. As it turned out, she was. A grin a relief grew on the witch's face, as she flew down to lift Justine out of the water. "So, how are we supposed to get back to the others?" She asked.

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Marietteand Eli

So. Arriving at a treasury. All things completely without value to Mariette. She looked around, and… hm, signs of Overcity Shift over there? It didn't seem like she could progress further, Justine had locked her out very effectively. She'd have to assume that was the point. Now, Mariette was completely inclined to leave all these riches behind, but then Amber flashed through her mind, her request about taking something that belonged to Mariette. … Hm.

'… Anything in here could be something that Justine treasures for a plan of hers, or a trap. For safety, I want you all to deposit everything in this room into this portal for safekeeping. At the very least, we're keeping it out of Justine's hands,' Mariette said dismissively, opening a portal in the floor. Said portal led directly into her Hammerspace Handbag. … Before letting them throw any gold into it, though, she retrieved her bunny from it, hugging around bunny whom she had deposited in the Hammerspace Handbag at the time when it stopped being mentioned in posts. No way Mariette would let her bunny share space with something that Justine could probably detonate at any moment.

Then there was the matter of Milli. She contacted her sister, before her eyes widened at Mariette, who didn't react in the slightest, before the twin turned and ran screaming. Mariette simply smirked a little. Well, that was a very enlightening experiment. Good job winning, Alicia, Penny, others. Nancy asked if they should follow.

'No, she made her choice. Our allies, the Beacon representatives, have won the front door. However, I should inform you that Beacon desires my demise and will take steps to turn you against me, even if we're in agreement that Justine needs to be defeated. The twins were successfully turned, it would seem,' Mariette simply said.

While the rest of the girls were taking everything else, Eli had sought out the mirror that stood there, ensuring the rest didn't try to throw it into the handbag. Mariette saw her inspecting it, and could but wonder what might be special about it for it to be located in the treasury.

Regardless, they had nowhere to go. Looked like they needed two mirrors, regardless. After they had gathered sufficient goods, Mariette made them stop.

'It is possible the battle is taking place in the real world, this being the Overcity. I will see if I can follow the Overcity Shift that took place nearby, and I will use this mirror to open a portal. When it's open, I will scan through it myself with portals, and in case the battle is ongoing or I see a chance of victory I will command you all to charge, be ready for battle. However, in case Justine is alone and at full might, we will draw back as we do not stand a chance. If Justine is already defeated, we will also be leaving, as this place holds nothing more for us. Either case, our time here draws close. Thank you, for your acceptance of me. Let's try this,'

So Mariette declared, before trying to open a portal following the Overcity Shift using the mirror found in the treasury. Asengav's Mirror was left unused, it was still the emergency exit. It was also a test to see if this mirror had any special properties. If it opened, Mariette would open eye-portals to look around, then make her decision, all while standing there clutching her bunny.

[Assistant]
Leaving behind Kimble while keeping in mind her directions, she only paused for a moment as her gaze swept the foyer, settling on the hole in the floor ans the impact crater in the ceiling. "I see they were busy," she remarked. Just what had happened in here while they were finishing the fight outside?

There was little time to think about that however, and Penny took over in making them a path to the library by blowing out the walls. It might be a bit overly blunt, but for once Alicia could approve of Penny's destructive tendencies. It got them to June faster and that was all that mattered. Though she was also glad that they didn't hit anyone along the way there, that would have been a bit awkward.

The sound of fighting spurred her forward, and she plunged further through the hole that Penny had made. They soon arrived at the library, entering into a massive room. There was no time to look at it, and she instead focused on the fight at hand. "June!" she cried, extending her palm and tried flaring a burst of light. Yet she doubted that it did any good, with the girls retreating in flight at the sudden arrival of reinforcements.

As the fight came to a swift end, she quickly hurried over to June. "Are you alright? What happened?" she asked. It looked like it, relatively speaking, but she could tell that the rookie was scared. Glancing around, she couldn't help the involuntary clenching of teeth at the dead bodies. Not that she was angry at June, when the rookie had been stuck in a bad situation and had just acted to defend herself with no better options. She was new after all, so one couldn't expect too much of her.

No, her real anger was directed at Mariette. First she came to them seeking their help from a threat that she had enabled and helped make even worse, purely to save her own skin. And now she was taking advantage of the girls that she had previously abducted for her own purposes. She should have shot the portal user dead when she had the chance.

She did her best to keep it repressed, and focused on the task at hand as she turned to face the others. "I don't know how, but Mariette, the portal girl serving the Horror who approached us about Justine before, she's somehow managed to get the brainwashing that Justine used on the girls they abducted to apply to herself instead. We all know what a Horror could do with an army of magical girls at it's command, so we need to stop her too if we can."

Admittedly she'd always planned to put an arrow in her back when the fight was over, but this changed things. A lot.

"My magic can shake off the brainwashing, so I can work on that. I just wish I knew how the fight with Justine was going on," she muttered, glancing around as if she could somehow see through the walls and get an indication of how the battle was progressing. If they didn't need help then they could focus on stopping Mariette. but if they were in trouble then Beacon would have to help out.


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Milo Ventri
Age: 29
Appearance:

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 200

Likes: Drinking, smoking, seafood, big band and swing, Hema (historical european martial arts), Smithing, fishing, boating.

Dislikes: Gambling, shouting unnecessarily, pop music and those that love it, kendo, computers.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Special Talent: despite his age he is a skilled longswordsman, as well as a somewhat accomplished blacksmith.

Profession: Milo is an old world Blacksmith by trade, he works out of a small workshop that he owns and lives in The Old Harbor part of the city.

Bio/Personality: As a child, Milo was entrenched in the world of iron. His family, living in a large steel producing city, were all part of the industry and so he was constantly exposed to the sights, but he chose to take a different approach, he chose to be a Blacksmith. Fantasizing about knights in armor, warriors clashing swords, he began to forge blades, and soon he began to use them. Milo soon began making a name for himself in his city on the tournament circuit, and with every win, new customers followed after seeing his own blades used in competition. This was surely the life he wanted and the one he was going to lead, all until he was involved in a car accident. With his leg badly damaged there was little hope of competition, but he could still practice and fight to an extent, the doctors all gave him hope that maybe someday, maybe he could compete.
 Milo soon fell into a deep depression and began to drink heavily, but soon he was given a gift, a small workshop on the dockside of Sol city, his dream home, a new beginning, and maybe and solid chance to come back from his injury, a chance to make his name relevant again.

 Milo tends to be a stubborn mule when it comes to most things, however, when he has been drinking you can get him to bend with a smile and a kind word, though be prepared for payback for taking advantage of him when he sobers up. Milo is very competitive and will fight to the bitter end with no sign of quitting even when he starts losing, now made more intense ever since pulling out of his depression, now that state is the fire that drives him.

Milo in Chapter One:
 Milo began chapter one a couple months after opening his ironworks, the final round armory, he quickly found himself in a whirlwind romance with Miss Victoria Romus, one that was ill fated from the start. his time in Sol quickly started to become sour as Paige Kennedy arrived in town, their previous rivalry causing the two of them to butt heads from time to time until the knowledge that Milo had dug himself deeper into a mess with a mafia family caused him to accept the help of his old friend. As the two planned the capture of Jackie Costa, Milo began to remember why they had been friends in the first place, and without his ex there between them, could see even more.
 Following the triumphant capture, Milo found a sense of freedom, and a strong pull towards Paige, they both seemed to feel it, however it wouldn't be until a hitman attempts to take Paige's life that either one would begin to show it, Milo stayed with Paige in the hospital, and through an accident, managed to finally cut his ties to the past that still held him down.
 Following Paige's recovery and return to work, Milo plans to get his business back in order, possibly become a licensed gunsmith, however he won't forget what Jackie and his people did, and he won't be allowing it a second time.

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Tell us about yourself:

*Your age: 24
*What part of the world are you from? USA
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: on and off for seven years
*How often do you have time to post? I can post everyday

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Tuesday Evening: Mount Atlas towards a Cabin with Leo. @CaptainSully ❤

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Hand in hand, the night sky danced around them. Everyone needs their person, you know the one who has been there through it all? The one who has been there through the laughs, cries and everything in between. The one that takes really bad days and turns them into much better nights. The one that helps put back the pieces of a very messy puzzle. The one that always reminds us of who we are and the love we deserve. The one who is down for any adventure, no matter how ridiculous it may seem. Some people come into our lives to make it just honestly better- to make the music that much louder, the days that much brighter, and the happiness so much longer. "Me too, I'm freezing." she said back shifting as she started to get up off the ground.

Shooting a smile at Leo's offer Dustynn answered "Let's do it!" she too, didn't want the date to end quite yet as it was going so well. She lowered her hand down to help Leo get up and off the cold ground himself, she hoped he hadn't been hurt in the fall nor her extra tackle she had given him. After getting up the two made their way back to Leo's car, the heat felt wonderful against her chilled cheeks and even better against her soaked pants and underwear.

"Thanks for bringing me here Leo. I really.. I really appreciate it." Dustynn mentioned as they drove towards the cabin Leo had offered. Reaching into her pocket she felt for her phone, bringing it out she turned on the screen and quickly lowered the brightness to not be so glaring. Swiping away notifications she took a minute to look at her missed calls. 20 Missed Calls From Mom. A grimace spread across her lips as she sent a quick text:

She felt bad, but she also didn't want to constantly come to her mother's call. Almost instantly the phone vibrated in her hand:

Shoving her phone back into her pocket she decided she would ignore the phone for the rest of the drive, knowing her mom would come back around in a day or two when she needed food or more drugs. Crossing her arms over her chest she looked over to Leo for a moment, "Do you get along with your family?" she questioned, looking for slight comfort in the situation he had no clue about.

[Assistant]
Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" and Maria Olympus
City museum post Dirty Harriet and back to Park View . Tuesday Afternoon . "Daughter of Persephone"

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Victoria sat back as the weather began to chill as Maria threw a large log onto the fire and curled up in front of it lazily. The whole strange feeling was still there but not so bad now. Just the weather after all, she could survive the cold, it just never was her idea of fun, especially when this seemed to be the answer. A little achey, tired. Just a big or so...

Sitting back, the whole baby polar bear documentary was fun, mummy bear was was looking at the camera man like a rather tempting instant meal. Cute... Until the size of a large bear with a tempting desire to eat you!

Maria wandered back with a warmer blanket and warm mug of coffee to help keep the chill away, she had managed to sort of it some of the issues they had, and despite a few awkward silences things where on a up, even with Victoria knowing Darya was always going to be hard for her to every get past. She knew ernough of her own loss to know exactly that some things could never be replaced. They surprisingly shared a few more things salt than they relised. "I swear your up to somthing Maria... Your eyes are almost glittering"  Maria blinked, shaking her head, Victoria was too smart to trick that simpley, her eyes always gave her away to fnaily. Despite the relationship between her father and Maria being new, Victoria was not unknown to the fnaily by a long shot. "Trust me Victoria, OK I am... But Youl see? Just enjoy the ride for once"

With a shake of head and a laugh, she got a diffrent kind of ride earlier in the week. Though she was probbly thinking too much into all the city events however they just did not quite add up or not... They where in limbo. Perhaps a break in her thoughts might find thr answer later. Always paid to keep ahead of the game in security. Sure, but I've found a ride I may want another go on!  smiling, she at least could be open about things with Maria and Marlin. It felt like she had very few people she could truelt trust in Sol... Though had to admit she had not entirely helped that one...

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Vanishing off Maria a excused herself for abit, and answered a call, least the larger house meant if you wnated a short walk you never had to leave the place. Finding herself downstairs in the ball room admiring the work that had gone into restoring the home pulling her fleece tighter as it always was cooler down here. "Hello... Yes this is Dr Maria, I have time to talk... They apcepted then, you move quick alright... Wensday might suit us better, Mar... OK, fine. Thursday but I have a meeting to attend. Yes that will do fine...Thry better be on time, all of us are busy after lunch... Smart, of course, what else would I expect... Email me the address, and pos...zip code I think you call them... Of course, il email our names for the desk, goodnight. Yes, trust me. Not my first business brunch... Until Thursday it is. "

Ending the call and sighing, the woman seemed to not relise she was quite capable of handling her side, she was planning a wedding. Of you can do that a brunch was like a quick morning's coffee. The place was fairly nice not overly but definitely not substandard and quite well reputation wise. This definitely was a outing for her loubatons and perhaps the Hermes bag it was a splurge, but what was point in earning money to not have a few nice things you could be proud wearing. Plus. Well, impressions counted. Marla loved her bling, she liked to flaunt things abit differently.

Her plans where a foot. Now just to try and see if Marlin would wear the matching necklace, it was too beuterful to sit locked away in a case all its life. Her daughter needed to get her confidence back, littlr things at a time. Sloe but progress...

The playing field was set, now just for the game.

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Dustynn's question caught him a bit off guard but given the way she had put her phone away, she assumed that she was having a few familial issues of her own. "Well to be honest my parents weren't very happy when I first decided to move to the US, but after that initial upset they've been fine. I mean I've got a good life for myself out here..." He paused for a moment before glancing over to Dustynn with a smile. "...it's gotten even better in the last few weeks though." Returning his gaze back to the road Leo continued.

"Then theres my brother Alex. Typical younger brother, annoying little shit as a kid but then he hit eighteen and suddenly turns into someone not entirely unbearable. Jokes aside, we are really close, well as close as you can be being a thousand of miles apart." Steering his car into the approaching turn, Leo and Dustynn found themselves moving down a road flanked by a spattering of log cabins. Leo's was towards the end of the road so he continued on. "The one thing that always makes me laugh is that when Alex came out, my parents were much more supportive of him than when I said I was moving away." Leo laughed as he remembered the memory of when Alex told his parents. "Alex had been so worried, especially after seeing their initial reaction my parents had to me wanting to move. Then when he told them they didn't bat an eyelid. My mums exact words were, 'So what? Just get in the kitchen and clean the dishes!' We always joke about it, but that moment just summed up our family...i'm lucky."

With his cabin coming into view Leo took a moment before turning to Dustynn. "Well there it is." Gesturing with his head towards the large wooden structure, Leo was already looking forward to getting more comfortable, he felt like he was soaked through to the bone.

Turning up the driveway and bringing the car to a stop, he paused. Warmth and comfort were mere metres away but he didn't want to leave the car, he had to ask Dustynn about her family. He turned to her and with a solemn voice spoke, "So what about your family? Is everything ok?" Before she could answer more words left Leo's mouth. "I just mean...the way you put your phone away and then asking about family out of the blue..." He looked her in the eyes with a loving gaze and gave her a soft smile. "...I'm here for you if you need me to be." Reaching over he took hold of Dustynn's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

[Assistant] Milo just rubbed his wrists, he had been straining against the cuffs nearly since they had been placed on him. Paige was doing her best to try and console him, now with all the realizations setting in and his fears being brought to light and the road ahead looking more daunting than ever, he thought to the woman that Paige referred to, Miss Knight, he didn't know her well but if Paige thought she could convince her to assist them in some way that was good enough, "Alright, so we just try to talk with your friend at the club, coach them on some key questions and info we need and let them loose?" Milo looked as if he was deep in thought, "Hell, it's like trying to be the good kid at the party but acting drunk enough to not seem weird. Your friend is likely to get found out, you know that right? Things haven't been great for people involved in this."


[System]
Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 177 lb

Despite being fairly lean, Gideon's broad shoulders and overwhelming height give him a fairly domineering presence.
He has sharp, stern features that would seem naturally incapable of smiling.

Note: I'm afraid I got carried away with the Biography. Understand it doesn't have to be read and can mostly be considered flavor text.
Biography
Gideon was born in Hong Kong, China. He never knew who his biological parents were as he was left in an orphanage even before he began to acquire memories. As one of the youngest children in the orphanage, life was unforgiving. Gideon was adopted when he turned 5 by a rich couple from the US.

The Serenades were an extremely rich family with a large business in shipping on the West Coast of America. The family was composed of a married couple and their daughter, the two women harboring a love for eastern culture. His adoptive family was not lacking in affection, but they already had expectations and a path set out for Gideon. The father of the Serenade family was a man's man who had an innate love for boxing. Of course, Gideon, with his increasingly surprising physique, began taking classes in boxing shortly after he was adopted. Likewise, Gideon's mother desired a perfect son, but she also wanted to ensure her beloved daughter's safety. Thus she had no qualms with Gideon's training, but also kept a strict overwatch on his performance in academics.

Of the Serenade family, the one Gideon got along with the most was most definitely his sister. Although he always knew he was always seen as an auxiliary to the family, he never resented his sister, Veronica, for receiving the full force of his parent's love. She had never expected anything from Gideon and always got along with him. Instead, he adored Veronica, and although she was two years older than him, he vowed to protect her without his parent's request. Where Gideon found excellence in boxing, his sister found excellence in piano. They both began to travel internationally and Gideon began to see his family less and less.

At the mere age of 12, academics became a secondary priority to Gideon as he traveled the world at an extremely young age. His large physique at such a young age allowed him to leave all like-aged boxers in the dust. He became known to be extremely ruthless and animalistic in his fighting style. He became a rising star on an international level and he was kept under the watchful gaze of the Olympic boxing community.

While travelling to a junior tournament in Germany, Gideon was informed of misfortune. A car accident involving his parents and sister while they were travelling to a piano competition in Japan. Both of Gideon's parents died on the spot and his sister received severe head trauma.
Gideon completed his tournament with ever increasing emotional stress. In the final championship, Gideon tuned out the loss of his family and came out of the match with a unanimous victory when he knocked out his opponent. Only to find later he had permanently crippled the finalist by jarring his spinal cord and paralyzing him from the neck, down. Witnesses judged his fight as completely legal and thus Gideon was never charged, but he did not escape the guilt.

Following the news of his opponents hospitalization, Gideon went through numerous emotional breakdowns as a 14 year old child, and was eventually put on hiatus by his trainer. He chose to go to Japan where his sister was hospitalized. He learned the basics of Japanese and could get by but he was most definitely not on a high school level. With his sister announced in a vegetative state, Gideon became the sole inheritor of the Serenade household's assets. Using his inherited money, he asked to have a home and be enrolled near his sister, to which the manager of his family's finances quickly complied. At his high school, Gideon hopes to find respite and a means of recovery from his mental slump.

Personality:
Gideon has always been fairly passive and easygoing, so much so that it wouldn't be understandable for him to be a boxer if it weren't for his large frame.
His lifetime of disciplined routine and dedication to sports has created a stern countenance and extreme amounts of self control.
Recently, his introverted nature is brought about by the loss of his family and the guilt of ruining someone else's life.
Generally, all of Gideon's first impressions mostly contain him appearing overly domineering and stoic, as he can often appear uninterested and abrasive.

Classes:
Health
Physical Education

Club
Art Club

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After giving her reply, the boy looked stunned at the moment and opened his mouth as to say something, but was cut off by the sound of the bell.

Maiko carefully gathered her headphones and her phone together and stuffed it inside her bag, topping it up with the rough notebook she drew on and excused herself from the table. Heading to the door, she heard a voice bolt out directing at her.
"I guess, uhm, I guess I'll catch you another time, then?!" The boy shouted out.
The long black haired girl turned around at him with her eyes slightly open wide again. She spent a few moments staring at him with shock. How could he be so embarrassingly loud in a time and place like this? But nevertheless, she found his confidence oddly funny and interesting.
She gave him a smile and a nod before leaving the lounge.

Along the way, she encountered her schoolmates and teachers rushing to their assigned classrooms.
"Might as well be a little late then." She said to herself and shrugged.
Left to right, door to door, she carefully read the signs hovering above the classroom doors and walked slowly as to not miss a class for her to be sure enough that she's going the right way, and to her luck, she found it at last.

She opened the door and closed it as she entered. She'd always prefer the seats next to the window where she can let her imaginations fly freely inside her head, though this was music class so she knew she'd have to pay close attention to the teachings, and so decided to take her seat at the very front. Heading to her place, she discovered that she wasn't the first one to arrive. A red head sitting beyond the back of the classroom caught her attention.
But only gave her a glance and proceeded to settle herself at her desk.

Silence danced around the classroom and a teacher had yet to enter.
She suddenly thought about the boy she met in the lounge and wondered what class he was in. Is he in the same class with the green haired girl?
Possibly.
From what she had observed, both of them seemed to have a close friendship.
And there a sudden thought occurred to her and made her flinch.

"I don't know his name."

[Assistant]
Kyoko rested her chin on the palm of her hand, waiting for more students to enter the classroom. She ended up arriving quite early so there was no one else in the room. The next one to enter was a young girl with long black hair. Kyoko met eyes with her for about a second before she proceeded to sit all the way across the room. Slowly more and more individuals began filling up the seats in the classroom. A girl with bright green hair also seemed to catch attention.

Eventually the teacher for Music class also entered, Ms. Okuri. This being the second day, introductions had already passed and it seems she was ready to move the class on. Kyoko gave a small applaud after she finished playing the violin and listened patiently as she began speaking.

"... The goal by the end of this semester is to perform for your parents and guardians for the closing ceremony after this entire school year..."

Kyo slightly dozed off after hearing that bit, imagining her family in the audience listening to her play an instrument. She giggled while picturing her members taking up an entire row, and embarrassing her with loud cheering.

"Everyone will have two of the same instruments so if you could all stand in a single file line at the center of the room, leave your textbooks on the desk."

Kyoko nonchalantly stood up and made her way into the line. It appeared that the students in front of her were whispering to each other. Are they playing telephone..? Kyo smiled and reminisced on how she used to play it with her younger brothers back in the good ol' days. As Ms. Okuri moved on to explaining details, Kyo had already set her eyes on the cello. She's never really played an instrument before so this class should be a good experience for her.

[User]
One by one, students entered the classroom and the volume inside the class gradually increased with all the talking.
She shook off her train of thoughts and sat up straight, knowing that class would be starting soon.
And last but not least, the room hushed into a silence as the teacher welcomed herself as Ms. Okuri.

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Before class would commence, Ms. Okuri demonstrated herself by playing the violin. Upon listening to the serene melodies the violin made, she couldn't help herself but smile at her astounding talent, but did not participate in the applaud.

Maiko carefully listened to her teacher's words, but had her jaw slightly drop when came across her statements of having to perform in front of an audience. Her expression went relaxed again after realizing that it wouldn't be a bother at all if she made a mistake on stage. She's certainly not doubting that her parents won't attend to see her, and her brother could be occupied with other businesses.
She exhaled from her nose and shrugged. Well, it's called an 'audience' for crying out loud.
"There's gonna be plenty of people who will be watching after all."  She exclaimed to herself.

Whispering and hissing sounds filled the class which seemed to bother the teacher as well, and stopped when a student behind her gently patted her shoulder, insisting for her attention.
"Um, sorry for this. That girl over there," Pointing at someone behind her using her thumb. Says she'd like to pair up with you. She saw you at The Lounge with her friend. Ichiko? Ichigo? Um, Ichiro? Something like that."  And quickly ended her sentence when the teacher turned around to face them.

Maiko raised her eyebrow when hearing the set of names and questioning herself who she was referring to. When the teacher turned to her front, she quietly and carefully bent to her side with her head turned around.
And her eyes grew wide to see the green haired girl happily waving at her direction.

"Oh. It's her." She thought to herself and responded to her with a small smile.
When sitting back up straight, her eyebrow raised once again but she continued to grin at how impressive it was of the people she had met so far to have the confidence to start a bond.
And speaking of which, the names flashed in her head. 'Ichiko, Ichigo, Ichiro.'- possibly referring to the boy.
"So that's his name..... but which one?"

The teacher took the attention of the class and pointed at the instruments laid back on the wall behind her. There were two of each."Everyone will have two of the same instruments so if you could all stand in a single file line at the center of the room, leave your textbooks on the desk."

Despite her seating arrangement to be in front of the class, a few students immediately raced to the front and so she had to walk and stand behind them. While they were picking their instruments, Maiko didn't need to analyzed her decisions on this and had her target long acquired on the bass guitar, her dream instrument.

[Assistant]
Gideon ate while he walked through the halls of the school with a sullen expression. The entire school bustled with activity as the bells rang, yet Gideon's large frame came into contact with nobody as it seemed the river of students flowed around him. Enthralled in thought, he stared at the floor a short distance in front of him; initially, he had truly intended to go to his health class, but an odd sensation overwhelmed him, it wasn't a specific feeling that Gideon could put his finger on, but it distracted him to the point that he didn't even think about school amidst the halls. Out of spontaneous need to know, Gideon took out his expensive phone and dialed the hospital, one of the only favorited contacts on his list.

"Hello, hospital administrative officer speaking!" A disembodied voice said with a tone of respect. The only people who could directly contact an administrative official was someone with decently high stature with the hospital.
"Yes, this is Gideon Serenade, I was calling about the status of my sister..." His voice leads off, despite his straightforward tone, he could barely withhold signs of his overbearing hopes.
"Ah! Mr. Serenade, your timing is impeccable! We intended to contact you right away on the matter! Your sister has been reported to have awoken a mere 2 minu--" The voice is brimming with excitement for Gideon, but it is cutoff as Gideon hangs up, already dialing his coach and temporary legal guardian. While his phone dialed, Gideon sprinted towards the front of the school, a 177 lb blur tearing through the hallways at 20 mph was a force to be reckoned with. The students that saw him coming jumped out of the way and those that did not, did very little to slow him, where Gideon passed, havoc followed.

"I heard from the hospital. Congratulations!" A happy but gruff voice spoke from the speakers of Gideon's phone.
"Yes. I would like to see her. Now." Despite his running, Gideon's voice was stable and calm, as if he were sitting.
"Aren't you at school right now? No. Wait until you're done with school, then you can see your sister." The voice was incredulous.
"Not an option, I want to see her now." Gideon began to sound like a needy child, his face forming a frowning pout.
"You're still such a child Gideon, stay at the school or I won't sign you up for the Japanese regionals." The voice chuckled while it spoke good-naturedly.
"Fine." Gideon hung up, taking a few calming breaths before looking around. He barely spared a second glance to the havoc he had caused and began to stride away before any teachers even had the chance to reprimand him. Continuing to search through the now empty halls Gideon could only admit in defeat that he was lost. He was slightly familiar with the school, thus after some time, Gideon was able to regain his bearings and head to the health room.

Opening the door loudly amidst the class that had already progressed well beyond the start, Gideon searched for an open seat, realizing the only one was a seat right in-front of the teacher of the class. Walking across the class to the open seat, Gideon set down his backpack and sat lazily in his chair. Without a word, Gideon began eating the pork buns. Due to the fact that he was down to his last one, he was going to try and make it last.


[System]
WIP

The campaign of Harold, leading an army that included monstrous troops and dark magic users, was successful but left bodies and burned towns strewn about its wake. But, in the end, Harold had what he wanted; Baron William on a cross alongside the other leaders of the Barons' Revolt.
Alias: Butcher of Green River
Age: 57
Gender: M
Species: Human

Physical Description:
Thickset man of average height, with the pale complexion of a Northerner. He is usually clad in dark leather armor and a black, travel-worn cloak. Balding, with a nose crooked from repeated breaks and cheeks scarred with the telltale pockmarks of a Plague survivor, Daigon boasts a luxuriant black mustache, a bright smile of white (false ivory) teeth, and arresting green eyes.

Skillset:
A good-enough swordsman, solid brawler and a capable tactician and commander, Daigon's real skill set lies in the dark arts. It is rumored he can commune with restless spirits, with spectres and devils, and even summon the shades of the damned to do his bidding. Whatever the truth of this, Daigon has a reputation as a dangerous sorcerer, and deftly uses the fear this reputation inspires to keep underlings in line and employers intimidated.

History: WIP

Psychological Profile:
Witty and unflappable, with a taste for liquor and homespun anecdotes, Daigon is not without certain charm, often affecting bemused detachment to events unfolding around him. Behind the good humored mask is a chilly, manipulative intelligence, bent only on the increase of his arcane knowledge and might, a goal for which he is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything. Pragmatic, he is no gratuitous sadist, unlike many of the lunatic sellswords in King Harold's army.

Equipment:
* Red Fangs: a mercenary band of roughly ~1,500 men at arms from the North, the Fangs include savage orcs and beastkin in their ranks, and have a reputation for being savage marauders and solid heavy infantry.
* One handed scimitar.
* Iron buckler
* a deck of Seer's Cards (tarot deck)
* dented flask
* several daggers, including a black glass blade from the Haunted City
* small, pocket sized grimoire, bound in black leather. The journal of the fabled necromancer Vagz the Terror.

Yes, and: WIP

[User]
"We can start the war right here, or we can start the war on a ground of our choosing, but we need to start it." Varrick was already drawing his sword when Masef pointed out the new arrivals. The truth was, the place was probably already surrounded. Not even Brand's brood was going to make it out of there without shedding blood. The young lord Tuldar had seen the village's guardsmen on his way in, and he knew their sort. Thieves and brigands, after a quick coin. He had killed plenty. They would break.

Varrick heard a rasp of metal on metal emanating from the door. Someone was trying to force the lock. He looked his brother in the eye. "The war's already started, Masef." Varrick shrugged out of his cloak and turned to the door. "So let's get to fighting it!"

Varrick kicked the door open, sending the man on the other side reeling. He took the chance to stab him in the gut before stepping back to the side of the doorframe. He could've charged out into the black of the night, but the guardsmen were cowards. They probably had crossbows trained on every exit. The bastards were going to have to come to them.

@Naril@Gunther@AirBender@HeySeuss@NickTrano@Flagg

[Assistant]
Loden was slowly coming to terms with the death of Brand. The emotions were powerful, overwhelming him even. But walking in on Masef and Varrick just helped to kick his emotions into anger, that much faster. Masef mentioned the soldiers in the street. Loden had indeed seen them, but didn't give it much thought. Obviously, Masef had thought this through a bit further than Loden Grimm had the opportunity to think about. He wasted precious hours denying what he was slowly coming to terms with. Brand was dead and it had something to do with the soldiers out in the street.

Loden listened to Masef's words,  "Do we stand and fight? Do we lure them away from the village?" Loden had to repeat these words a few time in his head before he accepted the fact, he was about to go to war with his brothers and sisters against an opponent they knew very little about if nothing at all. Brand always said, 'to defeat an enemy it is best to know as much as you can about them.' Then he would say, 'lacking that, know yourself.' I would say we had that working in our favor. If we didn't know them, we at least knew ourselves.

"Let them come in and drag us out," Loden allowed the words to gargle out of his mouth. He walked in the room feeling grief, sadness, denial and anxiety. With those words from Masef, he was now feeling anger and ready to reap some retribution to whoever masef, Varrick, Kiera, Ashira, Beren, Grey or anyone else he trusted considered to be the enemy. He was ready to fight. It was then, that he acknowledged his desire and ability to go to war, that he found his right hand resting on the hilt of Skarpinne. "What's the plan?" Loden smiled realizing that he passed on to an anger that warmed him, comforted him and helped him to deal with the loss of Brand.

Before Masef could say another word, Varrick escalated their posture by kicking the door to Muttle's office, knocking whoever was on the other side onto his backside. Loden flashed Skarpinne out of its sheath and readied for something. He didn't know what they were getting into but he was ready to fight, whoever it was.

@NickTrano@HeySeuss@R31GN@POOHEAD189@AirBender@Naril

[User]
"Those of us who fight best at range should use the roof and make them pay on the approach. The rest hold the doors. We turn over tables and create a barricade. But we can't stay here forever, we have to make them break and then run for it ourselves. If we tell everyone to clear out now, that should keep the soldiers at bay long enough to let us create a favorable battleground." Of course, Masef, and Qazar reminded him that this was foolish, intended to distract the troops from the roof by firing arrows at them. That would keep them from trying to even stop the taverngoers from their escape.

Masef wasn't sure about fighting it out in the middle of Bosfyrd; to him, it seemed antithetical to stand and fight like this, because that is what Brand did, but the reality was that a sharp, fast fight now might be bloody and messy for Bosfyrd, but it would allow them an opening, if they survived, to make their escape relatively unmolested in the confusion. They wouldn't be fighting a running battle, the plan was then to rout them and then make the escape while they lick their wounds.

Like all plans, it had consequences. But Loden and Varrick made their call, and Masef was, in essence, a younger brother. He started for the stairs, a bow and arrows already in hand. There was no time left for contemplation, just the battle. No time for doubt, just the enemy, his skill against theirs.

As he came through the stairs, "King's men, get out of here if you don't intend to stand and fight! This is between Brand's family and these bastards!" He dropped the accent of Daramalsh for the tones of a native, his own accent, "Get a bloody move on you lot, clear the pub!"

He didn't pause to see if there was a reaction, he was already making his sprint up the stairs, because the archers had to work fast.

@Naril@Gunther@AirBender@HeySeuss@NickTrano@Flagg

[Assistant]
Masef ran past Loden, out the door and yelled at the tavern patrons, "King's men, get out of here if you don't intend to stand and fight! This is between Brand's family and these bastards!" As though he were from two different locations, Masef's voice changed slightly and he added, "Get a bloody move on you lot, clear the pub!"

Loden quickly followed Masef out the door and yelled at the tavern patrons as well, "today, the sons and daughters of Brand make a stand against the evil that has undone our lands. These villains will not go unpunished this day. If you have a ranged weapon, join me and my brother Masef upon the roof. If you prefer to stand and fight with hand or weapon, remain on this floor and dispatch anyone who enters. Tonight, the children of Brand of the Nightwood have a Blood Debt to collect and we are taking payment here!" He looked at the crowd and yelled again at his siblings, "Ashira! Beren! Keira! Grey! In the name of our father, we stand!"

Loden turned to the stairs chasing after Masef hoping that everyone would do what was expected. He knew he would fight and die if need be. He reached the roof and moved wtihout haste to the edge as he readied his bow. He grasped for an arrow, notched it and scanned for a target.

@NickTrano@HeySeuss@R31GN@POOHEAD189@AirBender@Naril

[User]
Several Months Previous, Elsewhere in Vendland

The night was clear and cold and moonless, glittering with the chill light of pale stars.

King Harold traced the contours of familiar constellations with his gaze, looking for omens of his fate. The Spectre was bright tonight- thanks, he supposed, to the bloodletting of the day previous. At least that was his hope. His Majesty suppressed a niggle of unease as he turned his eyes from the heavens to the earth, to what was happening beneath the row of crosses and their writhing, gasping occupants.

Half illumined by torchlight, Veredict Daigon was leaning over the corpse of William of Barkstead, laid out on a wooden table set beneath the cross on which he had died. The mercenary was busy anointing the dead man with odd, dark-hued regents in swirling patterns across the rebel leader's chest and head. Harold tried not to look too closely at those patterns, as he found that doing so made him feel more than a little unwell. He didn't seem to be alone in that feeling. Rikmand was off in the bushes, violently throwing up dinner, and many of the royal guard assembled on the hill were looking fairly peaked.

Daigon himself seemed untroubled, going about his business with a faint smirk, occasionally mumbling what His Majesty took to be prayers or spells under his breath. He straightened up suddenly, wiping the strange ichor from his hands with an old oilcloth, and looked to the king, smiling.

"Majesty," he said, "It's time."

Harold's mouth thinned into a stern grimace as he strode over to the sorcerous sellsword. The expression on the Royal Face was somewhere between fear and haughty disdain.

Daigon held out two items for the monarch, one in each hand. A silk handkerchief and a small silver knife.

"Blood," said the mercenary, "Then sweat."

"Why sweat?" asked the King in a low voice, affecting a sneer.

Daigon grinned, "They like the taste."

The King took the knife and made a shallow cut across his left palm, holding the wound over the open mouth of William's corpse. Crimson droplets fell grotesquely across the dead man's face, and the King looked away. He thought he had seen some of Daigon's sinister paint twitch as blood struck skin.

He withdrew his hand, and Daigon gently dabbed the Royal Forehead with the handkerchief before wiping it across William's blood-spattered lips.

The body jerked violently, and though Harold did not shout in fear as did some of the guardsmen around him, he did stumble backwards like a man stung.

William's head thrashed back and forth, before pale, clouded eyes locked onto the King. The corpse grinned.

IT IS LOOKING FOR THIS ONE'S CHILDER said the corpse, with a voice like buzzing wasps, INSECURE IN ITS CLAIM, JEALOUS OF THE ONE NOW DEAD WHO INSPIRED LOVE NOT DREAD

Daigon was standing off to the side of the body, looking slightly wary and slightly amused.

"Tell us where he hid the children," the sellsword said.

CHILDREN YES, MANY CHILDREN LIE IN YOUR PATHS said the body. The King remained frozen, his face a death mask of barely concealed terror. IF YOU KILL THE FATHER, THE CHILDREN WILL COME FOR YOU. FROM THE WOODS, FROM THE SHADOWS, FROM THE CRYPTS OF MARI...

Daigon's eyes narrowed and head titled curiously. He opened his mouth to speak, but the corpse cut him off.

NIGHTWOOD HIDES THEM said the corpse.

"Brand!" said the King, his fear forgotten in his greed, "He gave them to the fucking ranger!"

He began shouting orders at his guardsmen, who jumped like men woken from a nightmare.

Nightwood hides them, said the corpse, though only Daigon was still listening, Nightwood hides them. And Harold's doom...

The sellsword raised an eyebrow as the body spasmed once more, and then lay still.


[System]
Race: Human
Age: 27
Gender: Female

Appearance: Isabeau has short auburn hair. It is longer in the front, sitting just below her chin. Bangs, neatly parted to the side, hang over her forehead and just barely brush over her eyebrows. Her eyes are something to behold; light green surrounded by a thin ring of gold. Freckles sprinkle lightly over her nose. She stands at about 5'7" tall, a petite upper body sitting upon wider hips and thick thighs. Not overly muscular though her body is tone. When exposed, displayed on her back are a number of scars, some seeming a bit more prominent.

Image courtesy of @Diabolic

Clothing: She typically wears light fabrics, leathers and cloths of darker shades, red being her favorite color. A large cowl normally covers most of her features. Dark brown leather boots extend up just past her knees, straps and buckles secure padding where would be needed. Plain cloth pants are held up by a thick black belt, lined with a few pouches and oddities.

Weapons: Through her training, she has become a jack of all trades. Though her favorite weapon is the battle axe strapped to her back. She has a dagger hidden within her boots and one saddled to her belt at her right hip. The dagger hanging from her belt is a curved dagger, with a ruby embedded within the hilt.

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Skills: Part of the reason why the witches wanted to do away with her because she did not have the affinity for magic as they did. However her time in the Assassin's Keep allowed her to develop other skills and techniques:
Shadow Prison: Isabeau is able to shadow step to her foe for an attack. During this attack, her foe's movement speed is drastically reduced temporarily
Wild Blow: Isabeau is able to manipulate the shadows around her weapons, increasing the damage done by her attacks. The attack is usually used when attempting to sunder a shield.
Wildfire: Despite not having the understanding of the weave, as the witches did, Isabeau was bestowed with a gift from her mother. The gift of Wildfire. This gift takes an enormous amount of energy to control and wield. When called upon, the shadows immediately surrounding Isabeau will ignite and deadly flames will surround her as well as coat her axe, adding fire damage to her attacks. This generally leaves Isabeau quite drained afterwards

Magic:N/A -see skills above

Backstory:
Though actual details of her birth are a mystery, there are rumors of a witch who fell in love with a prince from a far away land.

The prince had journied far in search of a magical herb that was said to cure a sickness plaguing his kingdom. He came upon a young woman living deep within the woods. Beautiful in every way imaginable, the Prince became enthralled with the young woman and insisted that she leave the woods and return with him to his castle. But she could not leave her home. For she was a witch, just as her mother before her, and so on down the line. Their family and gifts had been banished from the kingdom long ago, and since, had taken refuge in the forest, tending to the wilds and those who dwelled within its sanctuary.

Disturbed by the story, the prince vowed that he would speak with his father to lift their exile if she would return with him as his bride. Gleefully, the young woman accepted. And with the prince as her guest, she spent her last few days in the woods saying her goodbyes and making arrangements for after she left.

Those last few nights blanketed by the stars, we're magical for her and the prince, though as the story goes, it was the last shred of happiness for the young couple. Grandmother Amari, the high witch of their clan, had high expectations for the young witch. Plans which did not include the Prince, plans which would've been especially ruined if the prince took her away to become a princess in the castle. Though a silver lining appeared that would help Amari's plans along. And so the high witch gathered her kin, and her plot for war went into action.

The night before the two lovers were to leave for the castle, Amari had one of the youngest within their clan travel to the cottage where the two were staying. She silently crept in, cloaked within the shadows and darkness of the night. With one clean swipe of her blade, she sliced his throat open, and without anyone noticing, made her way back out. He bled out onto the bed next to his beloved, who never stirred, and never realized his death until the next morning.

It wasn't until many months later did they all realize the young witch was with child and when the news had traveled to the High Witch, it was ordered to discard the baby once it was born. The young witch with fire red hair and green eyes encircled with a gold ring would never know her daughter.

Isabeau continued to meet only betrayal and despair as she grew older unfortunately. Bred into a world of death and darkness, she was raised within the Keep of the Assassin's Guild and was honed into the land's deadliest weapon. She was taught to cast all emotions aside, especially that of love. Though being the girl she is, passionate and vibrant, her one downfall is what led her to her situation.

Isabeau always acted the tough girl, but there was something so innocent, so pure and delicate behind her eyes and under the scars. It lived right there beside the rage, buried deep within her heart. Unfortunately, the violence of her wrath has been all that she's known since she could remember. They called her a berserker, at the time, she never knew what they meant.

She held on so tightly, grasping at the last few strands that were her life. She was bruised and burdened, battered and afraid, and on the run. Catching the first boat out of her land, she fled. She wasn't sure of where'd she go, but this was no longer her home.

[User]
Tirarrian bustled past the crowd, shoving legs aside "Excuse me, excuse me! I'm an apothecary!"

Finally reaching the front of the crowd, she slipped a small hand into her pouch and pulled out a bunch of dark brown herbs. Putting the dainty ladies head on the Gnomes small lap, she lit the bunch of herbs and put them up to this ladies nose as they started smoking

"Breathe deep, it will make you feel better."

Tirarrian became acutely aware of this ladies pitch black eyes, and felt surprisingly perturbed

Next Tirarrian addressed the armoured man.

"She didn't breathe in any water, did she?"

[Assistant]
A Gnome, A Demon, and a Witch Hunter Walk Into a Bar...

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"She didn't breathe in any water, did she?"
"Yes, she did. Most of it is probably in my beard now, though", Edict smirks at the woman, whose cheeks are as red as her dress.
Edict then rips his shield from the hands of the sailor that was holding it and draws his sword.
"Clear the fuck out!", he says threateningly.
The sailors clear out and Edict turns back to the Gnome and the lady. The lady's eyes, he notices, are pitch black with no pupil. This startles him but his face does not show this. He kneels next to the Gnome and asks the lady, "So... Where exactly are you from M'lady?"
He then turns towards the Gnome, looks her in the eye, raises his right eyebrow and looks back into the direction of the lady.
"And what's your name M'lady?
I'm Edict... The... Hunter."
Fated Fallen@notdeadyet

[User]
Xusin was suddenly on the spot. The man before her, or more apropriately, the hunter before her had gotten rid of most of the crowd, but now he was talking to her. That was only natural considering she just woke up spraying water on him, but it set her in unease none the less. I uh... Im.. Xusin struggled with words. Her fingers fiddled about the dock looking for a life ring of sorts. What she found was far different. She found the handle of a broken glass mug.

I must be going. I have to give this back. Xusin looked back and forth between the man and the gnome hopin that one o them would give her enough space to run inside the safety of the tavern. She was scared and cornered. She had only wanted a look at this man, and now she was all too close. Furthermore, there was that pause in his scentence...

The man's words echoed loudly in her head. The... Hunter. He didnt say what he hunted... It left just the earie sense that he meant her. Xusin turned a sharper red.

[Assistant]
~Jason~

Joffridus didn't seem too happy when Jason embraced him.

"Hey--Hey! Off off off!"

The valiant warrior pushed Jason off of himself, almost sending him tumbling to the ground. Jason was startled, but realized that Joffridus probably had world saving to do, and didn't want to be distracted.

"If this is a game, then neither'a us are playing!"

True. A mighty hero didn't have time to play silly games.

"None'a that. Think you owe the two'a us an explanation. And make it good, guards ain't kind t' thieves."

Jason shrugged. Not like he could say anything to diffuse the situation… oh wait!

Jason rummaged around his pockets and pulled out his half eaten bread, which had tracked quite a bit of lint and fuzz on it. He lifted it up to Joffridus with reverence. A luxurious gift for the dashing champion!

@Ryciera

[User]
Tirarrian held the smoking bundle of herbs closer to the ladies face.

"Breathe deep, it will give you more energy."

"So... Where exactly are you from M'lady?"
The armoured man said to her.
"And what's your name M'lady?"

 I uh... Im..  was all she could stutter out before she held up some sort of broken glass
 I must be going. I have to give this back

Tirarrian laughed. "No, silly. You have to stay here and rest for a moment. I'm sure our friend here can drop that off and come back."
The Gnome observed the blood pooling around her hand onto the sopping boardwalk. "Could you open your hand, for a moment?"

@Elitestpotato

[Assistant]
I must be going. I have to give this back.
Edict gives a hearty laugh, almost drowning out the gnome's laughter.
Tossing the broken mug to the side, he softens his tone, hoping to calm the woman.
"My fair lady, I wish to only know the name of a lady so beautiful." he said, giving the lady a small, closed mouth smile.
Those black eyes... They remind him of a few magical beings. He just didn't know which one. He is so enthralled in figuring this out that he does not hear the gnome asking about the lady's hand.

[User]
"No, silly. You have to stay here and rest for a moment. I'm sure our friend here can drop that off and come back."  Xusin relaxed a little bit, just to get a sudden head hit from whatever was burning. One thing for certain, it brought back color to her face in but the blink of an eye. Xusin sat up some, regaining some conscious capacity.

"Could you open your hand, for a moment?" Xusin was just about to comply. Her injured hand lifted off the dock ever so slightly, and even turned to face the palm up when suddenly from nowhere... "My fair lady, I wish to only know the name of a lady so beautiful." Just as quickly as her face had lost the red hue, it regained it again, once more uniting her face and dress in crimson color.

The human was speaking to her! And so flirtaceously! Xusin knew humans flirted for many reasons, and normally during her studies on them could identify why and how and more, based on patterns in social structures. Now however, under the spotlight, Xusin felt a flutter in her chest that made logical thought much more difficult. The bloodied hand that she was going to bare for the gnome to see lifted instead to her face, covering her lips out of embarassment. Xusin acted even more out of character, going so far as to reveal her own identity.

Im Xusin. she was suddenly very soft spoken. She hardly knew how to react to the human, and nearly all judgement was draining and fast.

[Assistant]
Isabeau kept a safe distance from the ruckus at the docks, but continued to glance their way every now and again, keeping an eye on the happenings. She couldn't see much of what was going on until all of a sudden ... "Clear the fuck out!", she heard the man say in a threatening tone, and for the most part, the crowd cleared away. She had no intentions of making any enemies just yet, but figured it would be a good idea to be in the know, just in case.

She also kept an eye on the pretty boy and his two companions. So perhaps they weren't picking on him? Hmm ... The boy may know them, but it's obvious they don't know him...her thoughts trailed off with a wrinkle of her nose. She slowly and cautiously made her way closer to the trio, not sure what to expect. Were they friends or foes? She had a thing for not killing children, and this one seemed innocent enough, she hoped. There were too many guards around for anyone to act stupid. But now she was curious, and just had to know what she was dealing with. Her hands slipped into her pockets as she casually strolled about the square towards them, weaving in and out of the crowd. She had to be careful. She had gotten so used to creeping in the shadows, but this wasn't the time or place for theatrics or anything that might draw suspicion to her. With an eye wandering over to the docs every so often, she made her way over to a merchant booth near the pretty boy, his companion and the child, just in time to see the boy extend a half eaten piece of bread. Looking puzzled at the lint covered bread, her attention had now become fixed on the three. She leaned her side on the booth behind her, her hands still pocketted, looking as casual as can be as she watched them.


[System]
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 16...ish
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: A Padawan under Master Tetsu.
Captive?: Yes, unfortunately. Things sure went wrong this time...

Notable Race Traits: The Lekku, or 'Brain Tails' are very distinctive traits of the Twi'lek, they are also very sensitive.

Flaws: ok, see these things on my head? Don't. Touch. Them. It hurts, and frankly I just can't guarantee your safety if you do. Alright, Brain-Tails aside... I don't like to listen to or follow orders, and I guess I can be pretty rash sometimes... normally it doesn't turn out to be much of a problem though because, as much as I hate to have to do what i'm told, I do respect Master Tetsu enough to listen to her. I suppose I should add that don't work too well with large groups either. Also because of my utter repulsion to authority, I don't really have a sense of morals about what I do sometimes. If the plan will work, I use it.

Skills: Umm, let's see... I'm good at hacking into things, like droids and microchips and stuff like that. I picked it up while I was a thief to help myself and others not get caught by drones and such. I knew a few others in the area, and whenever one of them figured out a new trick, they spread the knowledge. I've sort of made my own little fighting style, so I'm good at fighting, in a kind of sneaky way. I was a pickpocket and a thief for a long time, so... I'm good at that, and I guess this could be a strength as well as a flaw, but I don't have a sense of morals about what I do sometimes. Since I started learning to become a Jedi, Master Tetsu has been teaching me the Ataru form of Lightsaber combat.

Force capabilities: I can do the little suggestion thing, and I've been working on picking up small objects from across the room and bringing them into my hand. Master Tetsu often tells me I am a fast learner, and apparently I finished the basics of learning to become a Jedi in just a year.

Biography: Do I have to fill this part out? I really don't want to... Alright, fine. Before I met Master Tetsu, I was a mess. I never really had any goals or ambitions in life before then, I was just going day-by-day, avoiding the authorities and working as a thief. The time before I met Master Tetsu is kind of a blur to me now, I never really had anyone I cared about enough to keep in touch with, any friends or interesting events, so there wasn't much worth remembering.

I was kidnapped at a young age, to become a slave, but lucky for us the guy was caught while he was transporting us, so we all got to go free... and that's about where my memories start to blur. I don't know how many years ago that was, I don't exactly know how old I am, and I don't really want to talk about it. Now, I'm not gonna pull that 'I've done bad things in the past, but I'm better now!' bullshit with you. Yea, I was a thief, and a pickpocket, and I think I may have indirectly caused a few deaths. I had to. I don't regret the things I've done, or my reasons and methods for doing them, I just wish I could have found a different path sooner.

I was about 13 years old when I became a padawan, and I was found by Master Tetsu a little while before then, she was the one to convince me to try and become a jedi. It's been a few years since then, and I've apparently done pretty well with my training so far. Right now, Master Tetsu and I are on Coruscant for some business with the Temple there. We arrived almost two weeks ago, and Master Tetsu has lent me to the local authorities to help them with a case. Meanwhile she herself has left the planet to go take care of her own business in Ryloth.

Personality and/or Motivation: I'm kind when I want to be, and I'm a bit mischievous. When I'm around people I actually like, which hasn't happened in a LONG time by the way, I can be funny and lighthearted. Usually though I try to keep my thoughts and emotions from showing, just a habit I guess. I seem mean, because that's the way I want to be seen.

Player's long term goals:

Relations:
Master Tetsu- I'm her Padawan. Not much more to say. I respect her enough to listen sometimes, and I try to help her out too, and she doesn't boss me around as much as she could, so It's a start.
Sela Kythor- She's the reason I'm still on Coruscant when the Sacking happens. Master Tetsu lent me to her for a while to help with a case.
Xid Terrik- He used to be Sela's padawan. He's a knight, and kind, but that's all I really know about him.
Nazca Barsavi- She's a youngling, almost a padawan I think though. We are... very alike from what I can tell, which could be both good and bad.

Final Point - Secrets: My parents. It's a very touchy topic for me, because I was taken from them. I don't remember anything much of the time after I was taken, but before then I can clearly remember some of when we were all together. I know that they never would have wanted us to be separated. I remember their love, and I get very emotional when I think about them, although I often turn it into anger. The only person I've managed to tell about this is Master Tetsu.

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~| Day 3, 18:05-18:27 GST |~
~| the Memory of Coruscant |~

After the chat with the two masters, Kennith didn't have much to do till they actually got to Tatooine. After near-constant search for two full months, having time which wasn't allotted to some goal was almost strange. Some might say he could've gone over old data again, but he knew well that would not be useful. There simply weren't any viable leads in the information he had. Any truly useful information at this stage could only be acquired through direct contact.

It was for that reason he went to the chamber that had been assigned to him. When he got there, he was pleased to see that the Ship's droids had already moved his gear in, so he spend a few minutes stowing it in the appropriate places. Like he usually did, he didn't have much. A few spare robes, some disguises and various gadgets made up the bulk of it. He'd never been fond of having many possessions, all that did was get messy. Besides, being on the move all the time meant chances of a lot getting lost.

After unpacking fully, he thought about taking some time to meditate, but he really wasn't in the mood for it. What he was in the mood for was food. Proper food. After checking the schematics once more, he strolled over to the nearest turbolift, took it three decks up, then went sternward through the medical bay to the mess hall. The former was all empty now, but he had a feeling it would not remain so long.

The mess hall was quite possibly one of the largest rooms in the ship, being both wide, long and tall. Well, engineering would be even bigger, but that didn't count. There were scores already eating in there, even one of the other Jedi. When he got to the end of the line and saw just exactly what was being served, his mind would not quite accept it. He wanted food, not nutrient paste.

He looked at the cook on the other side of the counter, then handed him a couple of credit chits. "Got some meat? perhaps a decent slice of Nerf steak? If you do, these'll keep coming." The chits were far more valuable than a few pieces of steak, but Kennith didn't care, he simply wanted decent food. If his bribery got everyone else better food as well, then that would no doubt improve the morale, something which one should never underestimate the value of.

The cook's eyes lit up upon receiving the chits. "Coming right up," then he whispered with a small grin. "Captain's stock."

"Excellent." was all Kennith answered. A couple of minutes later, he held a tray with a large slice of fried Nerf on it and some slightly indeterminate vegetables beside it. He'd have preferred some determinate vegetables, but that could wait. The cook would need time to expand his stock. Even if not perfect, the vegetables were still worlds better than a gooey nutrient paste. Not knowing anyone else on the ship, he chose to sit down opposite that other Jedi.

As he sat down, he smiled at the other Jedi. "Name's Kennith Rahn. Who are you?"

[Assistant]
~|Day 1, 18:55 - 18:58 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~

"Still doesn't answer my question." Xid commented, appreciating her concern. He was slightly amused by the image floating in his head over the petite Twi'lek tying him to the bed since there wasn't any posts to tie to. He was even flattered that she valued his life though he felt hers, like many others, were worth a lot more. "Besides, I feel alright for now as Lea numbed the feeling in my ribs. Most the bleeding had been stopped by the lightsaber strike." He pointed to his chest at first, then to his face. "And the claw marks have already started to scab over."

His arm tossed the towel over his shoulder and set it there, freeing up his hand while he showed off the mending scars over his nose. Precisely where the Trandoshan had clawed him. He felt more relaxed when Nazca has earlier tease and studied Shir, both for signs of unusual behavior from what she told about her capture and in the case she might've been hurt by the sith earlier. She seemed alright but he didn't trust her easy going appearance.

Xid's facial features looked surprised at her when she mentioned Pazaak. His eyebrow raised, her body moved closer and his mind glimpsed how closely Lea was earlier. Again, he felt heat rise to his cheeks against his will. Damn it, he thought bitterly and tried to stop it. His mind was thankfully distracted by two things: Shiri's question about him then Nazca, and his recent patient wobbly walking toward them. His head shot back instantly to see the woman's horrid stand then inwardly groaned, knowing Shiri would end up putting two and two together.

 The reason he wasn't officially resting like he should was because he had been helping Nazca. He wanted to slap Nazca as she frowned at the lack of deck most likely, her next words answering his first thoughts easily. Xid sighed in an exhausted breath and twisted on his heel, careful not to jarr Shiri, to move beside the wounded.

"Nazca! You need to be laying back down, now." Xid tried hard not to snap at her, and moved to press his own wounded body against hers. Granted, he wasn't strong enough to forcibly haul the twenty-one year old woman back to Lea but he was still going to try. He turned back to Shiri, having an explanation on hand to save Nazca's hide again while he gestured quickly for her to take the other side. When the two were siding Nazca, Xid started to whisper quietly, trying to turn away from the cameras and keep his voice low as possible.

 "Look, the reason I've not been resting is because Lea and I have been working on trying to figure out how to escape. We've already determined the cell has basic security. It's easy to sabotage and create a playback loop, for someone with slicing skills I can show them where. This allows us to make say a blind spot or slip out at key times unnoticed. I might have a way to make at least one lightsaber or two at best. Though even with the parts, I still need the most important element: a focus crystal. We have two choices, I can create a machine to synthesize one or used one from either a blaster or lightsaber. All three options have their pros and cons, as well as their chances of succeeding. Though I rather not think of the odds really." He said almost catching them completely up, adding one final point. "I think the ones who should wield them would be Koren and Alat since they are adapt fighters. At least better than I, you, or Shiri are when it comes to experience."

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~| Day 1, 18:56 - 19:02 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~

As Xid pointed it out, Shiri did notice that he looked a little better than when she had left. She was about to say that he still needed to rest, even though Lea had sped his healing, when she noticed him blush slightly. What...? Maybe he's embarrassed that I'm treating him like this... With that thought she shook her head and spoke softly. "I know you can take care of yourself, I just worry too much I guess."

When Shiri heard Nazca's voice she turned to see her friend looking like she had just went through hell and back. At the same time, Nazca seemed to realize how she looked, because she started explaining exactly how it was all her fault and tried to tell Shiri to stay calm. Shiri stood there for a moment, stunned as her friend just smiled at her. She took a deep breath and walked over to her, not saying anything until she stood right in front of Nazca.

"You idiot. You stupid... Stupid idiot!" She quickly and carefully gathered Nazca into a hug, holding her friend tightly as she tried hard not to start crying. She pulled away as she heard Xid telling Nazca off, saying the same thing she herself had been telling him just before. He started supporting Nazca and motioned to her to help as well. Shiri started supporting her other side, and then listened carefully as Xid spoke.

"Seems you were busy... I'm pretty good at slicing, so I could help with the playback loop later, and I'll help get focus crystals from blasters too. Although it could just be easier to steal a couple of lightsabers from the sith." Shiri smiled a little. "Between Nazca and I we could probably get them all."


[System]
Alias: Supergirl
Age: 20
Personality: quirky, emotional, childish, optimistic.
Archetype: Half-alien
Powers:
- Flight (still working on those landings)
- Superhuman strength, endurance and speed.
- Super hearing is but a fracture of its full potential.
- Still trying to figure out the x-ray. And heat vision sort of comes and goes and has a mind of its own.
- Tactile telekinesis. The ability to enhance the powers of her Kryptonian heritage. Whether it's her strength or speed, she can boost her own philology and abilities. Besides that, she has also been able to create forcefields around people and objects, as well as lift things with her mind. However, this particular capability has also been known to mysteriously fail in certain instances.

Weaknesses:
Kryptonite. It will leave her much more vulnerable. And yet: Since Lara's only half Kryptonian, it does not have the same crippling effect on her, as it does her farther.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Lara will be someone with an identity crisis, as she was someone who felt normal, but then felt pressured to be something else in order to help the world. She's on a journey from super powered to superhero. Girl to woman. Accepting that other side of her. She'll make mistakes (super powered mistakes, as well as personal mistakes) and learn from them. She'll have fears confirmed and doubt, if she's even doing the right thing, yet also gain confidence in the process. Maybe even a sort of rivalry with Solara. And maybe that blossoms into a friendship, maybe it really won't. In time, maybe the whole world will regard Lara as a treasure.

BRIEF Bio:
Lara's birth was long and difficult. In fact, doctors weren't even sure Lois Lane was going to make it. For the first time ever, the Man of Steel was helpless to save the woman he loved. Yet in the end she pulled through and gave them both a beautiful, little girl.
There was no disagreement on how they should raise her: First they taught Lara to be human. Then they taught her to be super. This initiative carried over to her teen years, as she would go to great lengths just to feel like everyone else. Though her parents did their best to teach her to respect, but not fear her powers, they ultimately failed. Even though the human side of her meant she never quit reached her father's level, she feared her powers. That's why Lara has never let loose, and only trained her powers in order to control them. Because of it, she has yet to realize her own limits.
Her telekinesis, and how she was able to develop it, was a mystery to everyone. In time, everyone came to accept that there was no other explanation than the conditions were right and it happened. It stands as proof that even after aliens have visited Earth there's still some mystery left. Lara Kent is simply a force that just is.
Like her farther, she can wear nice outfits and still not be afraid to get her hands dirty. And like her mother, she can enjoy the simple things in life.
Though really smart, she never had many friends. It was as if everyone knew she was a little different. Her occasional awkward behavior reflects her lack of social skills, but then again: Sometimes her one-liners are spot on.

When the need arrived for the Justice League to expand, Lois would not even let Clark talk to Lara about it. Their daughter had chosen another path. Yet, when Lara found out about it anyway, she shortly thereafter threw aside all dreams and desires to live a normal life. A choice that caused her great dread, though for now, only her mother seem to notice.
This was a whole new world for Lara. One where she was still just a girl. Still a super one at that. A Supergirl.

Notes: Yes, I know Lara is supposed to be the daughter of Wonder Woman or imaginary. But not here! :p

Sample Post:
"You have to be sure, this is what you want. No one wants to pressure you," Lois said and watched her daughter nod cautiously, while she tightened a bolt on her bicycle.

"Well, dad seem very eager for me to do it," Lara pointed out and kept turning.

"Yes, a bit too often, he has got his head in the clouds, if you ask me, sweetheart. But he always swoops back down eventually and sees the bigger picture."

"So just because I've got… powers… don't mean I have to go out there and be a hero?"

Lois' answer came without a moment's pause: "Oh yes, you do! Very much. Everyone should. However, you need to find out what being a hero means to you. And once you find out… never compromise. Not even for a second."

Through the living room window Lara noticed the TV was still on.
The horrible images of a sooted wreckage were projected onto it while a reporter spoke. With his grief showing, he described the horrible fire that had costed the lives of an entire family.
Lara closed her eyes and for a while she just stood there like a statue.
Then the remaining bolts started to shake. The bike vibrated and the wind changed direction, if only for a few moments.
"… Tell dad: I wanna do it."

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EPISODE 2: A TRAITOR REVEALED
M E T R O P O L I S:

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October 25
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, 2018 - 7:14 pm | Justice League Headquarters - Metro Tower

Years of living in the slums of Hub City taught Victor Sage a few things.

One of these things was to never trust anyone. He had broken this rule a few times, what with Professor Rodor, Blue Beetle, Myra, etcetera, but for the most part he had held true to this. For this reason, his room in the Metro Tower had several locks on it including a fingerprint scanner, his computer had several passwords that one had to decrypt and encrypt several times before they could even get to the real log in screen, and his sugar cubes were never left in the community fridge; they were always in a minifridge he kept hidden in his closet, inside of a safe that was inside of another safe.

Most would say the Question was a nut. He would say they were still in their shells.

It wasn't odd for the Question to lock himself in his room for days, even weeks on end, in fact it was pretty much a normal occurrence in the Tower to not see the faceless conspiracy theorist for days. Eventually, he would emerge from his room, bad odor radiating from him due to lack of bathing, his already lean build looking smaller due to lack of food, his rosy mask contrasting with his pale neck due to lack of sunlight. He accredited these prolonged absences to research binges, and never once was it a lie.

"... The Girl Scouts. They're expanding their reach." The reporter murmured to himself, his brown eyes narrowing at the computer screen. Suddenly, he burst up, slamming his fist against his poster board full of tacked on notes. "Damn those skirt wearing, beret loving, cookie selling bastards!" He turned to one of his various conspiracy boards, which he had set up over the past two days, detailing the increasing number of crop circles being produced by the Girl Scouts. "Is the future immutable!? Can destiny be changed?! Will they allow it?" He shouted to himself, startling Amazing Man who was walking past his door at the time. Taking a deep breath, Question sat himself back down in his chair, preparing to continue his research. He began to type...

Zzzzzzzt...

Question was left dumbfounded as he stared at his pitch black monitor, wondering what happened. '... They're making their move. They need to get rid of me. Oh, those tricky little...' He paused. 'No. Would've been dead by now if they were after me... Just a power outage. Must investigate.' With that, the Question slid on his trench coat and fedora. Pulling out a small device, he applied his Pseudoderm mask to his face, before turning the device on and allowing the bonding gas to cement it to his face whilst simultaneously reacting with the chemicals he sprayed in his hair and clothes, changing their color.

"Let's see if there are any answers that can hide from..."

[Assistant]
Toon Girl

Things were quiet today. There was some explosion a few days and an attack, but most of the team was away on missions when that happened, and when Toon Girl got back, things weren't all pristine like when she left it. Two days of cleaning, lifting, and moving all the damaged items was quite annoying, but at least she had help with it. Of course things got even more aggravating when she was moving a large component of the training room, and some training bots activated, ambushing her and the few other team members who were assisting her with the room's reconstruction.

"Great. Two days of back breaking non fun work, and now malfunctioning robots. Someone really hates us." Toon Girl said, not in a mood to play with whoever was controlling these robots. These training bots weren't much of an issue. Sure some looked like her with a red color scheme and the others looked like Shazam with a white color scheme, but they were just hologram robots, they didn't have many super powers of their own and there was no way they could replicate Toon Girl's powers and their nuances. All they really had was numbers, super strength, and the relatively poor combat tactics that Toon Girl used for fun, at least for her bots.

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Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us

Lara's body aced with a soreness, she would only let show, when she was alone. She needed to be strong on absolutely every level. The world looked at her for support. Also, this mess was on her. When you got super hearing and X-Ray vision there are no excuses to get surprised. The time Lara hadn't spend moving rubble and debris, she had used to practice her kickboxing stances. Sleep could come when the world felt safe and warm again.
Now it had become time to carry something else on her tired shoulders. Something even heavier than what had come before...

Lara approached the League's mainframe, and there was a second before it started up. A few moments where there was nothing, but her reflecting. Wearing her new, more theatrical costume, she took a thorough look at herself: A white, fire-proof fabric covered her body, with a high collar and only her bare, tattooed arms showing. The intricate details very much resembled the pattern her father used to wear. Time would tell if it could resist as much impact as she had been told it could. Even in darkened places the emblem seemed to reflect just a bit of light, drawing attention to the S.
"Bring up the bios, please," Lara told the computer and watched as the touchscreen displayed the names of the people current members of the Justice League. It was an uncomfortable thought: To think one of her friends had betrayed them. Betrayed the world. And there was one in particular, she imagined doing it.
"Don't jump to conclusions," she ordered herself. "Just because he acts like he wants to prove himself, just because he's the opposite of you, that doesn't make him guilty. It's rarely the obvious choice; the one who could most easily avoid detention. The one who could get away with anything. Unseeable, uncatchable."

Removing her gaze from Kid Flash's bio, she tried to shake last night's dream from her mind. The one where she was standing on a scorched planet. The smoldering fire reflected in a man's shining bald head.
"You have become death," he told her. "The destroyer of worlds. And now, we are all sons of bitches."

In an act of contempt Lara shook her head and returned to the real world. She told herself she was in control. Of her life. Of her powers. Looking at the kryptonian writing on her arms helped sell that message.