[System]
Age:36
Gender:Male
Sexual Preference:Hetero
Human or Werewolf: Human Hunter

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'1 with a very built figure, William has a well trimmed mustache, and keeps his dark brown hair short and neatly tucked under his hat. His face appears worn, almost as if it had aged faster than it should have. His tired looking eyes, which some mistook that as a sign that he's exhausted, are a pale green in color.
Strengths:
+Strong
+Fearless
+Good Swimmer
Weaknesses:
-Mentally Scarred
-Slow Runner
-Stubborn
Personality:William is rather level headed and understanding towards people and beasts alike. However, he can come off as distant at odd times, but still intend to mean well. On a good day, he's rather talkative with strangers, and somewhat sarcastic at times as well. He can be rather courageous, and willing to go out of his way to help others if he feels they need it. On a bad day however, you may find that William will generally keep to himself and his whiskey, and spend hours reflecting on his life.

History:William Hendrick comes from a proud line of werewolf hunters. His father was a hunter, and his father's father, and so on. Specialized weapons had been crafted by some of his ancestors to aid the family line in their task of protecting humans from werewolves and other terrible night creatures. Most of his childhood was about trying to live a normal life, and keeping his hunter background a secret. His father taught him how to defend himself, and all the different techniques necessary in surviving an encounter with a werewolf. William slew his first werewolf when we was nineteen. The experience was invigorating, but it was something he didn't quite enjoy. He met a girl, whom later became his wife and moved down to the coast, where he spent his free time sailing on his sailboat. This hobby of his gained him his self appointed nickname "Captain." Though his background was surely going to bring trouble to his decent life, and it did. His wife was slaughtered by an aggressive pack of werewolves that lived in the area. When he discovered this, he was devastated, and filled with rage. William tracked the beasts, systematically slaying the ones he could find. Though he would encounter a rare few, that feared him more than man feared them. The cowardly ones, those that weren't out for blood, he would lower his guns and spare their lives. Eventually William felt it best to move on, and he wandered across North America, only stopping where he saw there were clear signs of werewolf activity. A year has passed since his wife's death, and he finds himself now in the Colorado Mountains, in a town called Odessa where he rented himself a motel room to rest up and get off the road for a short while..

Other: Wielding dual .44 revolvers, loaded with silver bullets, William delivers punishment to the werewolves he encounters. His arsenal however does not stop there however. Forged many years ago is a family heirloom that his father passed onto him. A shield attached by a chain to a wrist mounted device, weighs heavily on his left arm, but has protected him from many devastating blows. With this device, he can trigger blades inside the shield to extend outward, and chuck his shield towards his prey, and retract it with the chain. Whenever this shield is with him, or resting on his back, there is a distinct sound of a chain rattling lightly with each step he takes.

Other than that, he enjoys sailing, drinking, and finding new ways to kill night creatures.

[User]
James looked up when the woman stood from her cot; keeping his blue eyes trained on her face and nothing more. Her long hair billowed down like waves over her shoulders and her eyes were gazing curiously down at him; her body moving with an eased grace that made James hold his breath for a moment.

 Shaking his head he reluctantly stood, then stalked quietly out of the cabin door past the Geri. Her words came into his mind just as easily as a thought, How did you become a werewolf?

Before that she had mentioned returning to the pack home, which he looked foreword to......but that second question.....

 Letting out a sigh he shrugged,

"I was walking home from work, in a city not far from here......on my route home I had to pass through the 'questionable' parts of town."

 A small smile came to his face despite the pain that had come with that night.

"I was almost home when I took a detour down an alleyway to avoid a suspicious group of kids on the street. Everything was going alright......until I found this HUGE man.....or....wolf man....standing in the dark."

 It was one of those forms between human and wolf, but James couldn't remember what they were called.....

"Truth be told I was pretty frightened; especially when the guy started cursing and snarling at me........probably angry he had allowed someone to find him.......well one thing led to another, then I found myself very nearly dying in my bed a few days later. How I survived the change......I don't know."

 James looked up at the woman with a chuckle, "For a long time I just ignored what I had become.......guess there aren't many people who chose to do that now is there?"

[Assistant]
Night Before

 The meal had been a success, despite developments rising. A wounded hunter had arrived at the pack's home; which made Vashti wary. Now two hunters were within the house walls.

 After the very late dinner, she was given a guest room to sleep in. It had been months since Vashti had even seen a proper bed.....and oh how comfortable it was.
 Wrapping herself in the blankets, wearing nothing but an oversized tanktop she had found in the room's dresser, Vashti was welcomed into a deep sleep; something she hadn't had since leaving her pack.

Morning

 Vashti awoke slowly when a new but sadly familiar scent came through her dreams and to her senses. It soured her sleep and made her writhe in her bed, before her dark brown eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh.

Laying there, the scent came again and Vashti frowned.

 Blood......why could she smell blood?

Taking in a sharp breath Vashti remembered the two hunters just downstairs. Had they attacked the others? Were they down there bleeding on the floor?

 Not often did such nerve wrecking thoughts come across her mind, but after the good that the pack did for her, Vashti found she was quite worried for the pack's well being.
 Maybe it was because she missed her own pack....

 Leaping out of bed, Vashti didn't bother changing her clothes. Instead she rushed out the bedroom door, then flew down the stairs.

[User]
Sam

As James walked past her, Sam took the fleeting liberty of allowing her charcoal gaze to drift along his form with blatant curiosity. The corner of her mouth twitched with amusement at her own behavior before she stepped away from the cabin and turned to latch the door. Although she'd definitely been one to flatten a wayward werewolf or two for becoming a little too rowdy amongst their nude pack members when the attention was unwanted, Sam was loath to ignore a nice view of someone she didn't know enough to scorn.

Catching up to James in time to watch his expression change in reaction to her question, Sam experienced a flicker of regret at having asked, but knew she'd have done so again if it meant protecting the pack. It was, perhaps, her most conflicting moment to demand information from others when she would fight to keep her own story hidden. When he had finished the telling, Sam reached out a hand to lightly press his shoulder and offered a slight smile.

 "It's not so bad being a werewolf. And many people ignore who they are, I suppose. We just can't do so very well when the moon forces us to obey once a month." Athough Sam felt a certain reluctance to reach the pack house and dive into the waiting fray, she kept them at a quick pace until they finally broke through the tree line and approached the house. Sam sprang up the stairs, heading for the cabinet of drawers. She inspected several, turning to speculatively eye James between each drawer, and finally found clothing she thought would fit well. Pointing to it, she stepped aside to pull out her own clothing.

"Those should fit. You can riffle around if you want something else."
Sam tugged on jeans and a tank top, skipping the undergarments and shoes that were too likely to be destroyed. During her 8 months as a werewolf, Sam had ruined enough clothing. Once dressed, Sam turned, settled her shoulder and hip against the cabinet, and studiously watched James.

[Assistant]
Staring at his pistol in hand and pulled the magazine out. With his thumb he flicked the bullets out onto the floor and then ejected the one he had in the chamber as well. Turning he looked up at Val and tilted his head slightly. "We will talk in a bit. I have something important to deal with first." His tone didn't hold much in the room for back talk, he had quite a long night and he wanted to get what could be grizzly business over as quickly as possible. He turned back towards the door and took a deep breath hunching up his shoulders and sliding the pistol in the back of his pants and taking the meat tenderizer into his fist.

His left hand came up and he pushed the door open a bit and looked back whispering. "Get your medical kit ready just in case." and then he was through the door letting it close behind him. He stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the two humans that had been locked in his basement over night. His eyes flickered to William but stuck to Ryan for a few moments longer taking in his injures, most of them seemed for the most part superficial and if he hadn't died over night from them he might be just fine, and who was to know whether or not he got those wounds from killing wolfs.

Booted feet slowly brought him down to the bottom of the stairs with thudding stomps before he stopped and stared at the wall for a moment. "Why are you here… Both of you, but speak one at a time. I want the real reasons… What has brought you to Odessa?" He turned towards William and pointed. "You speak first." Then he pointed the meat tenderizer at Ryan "Then you." His tone and stance showed that he was brooking no nonsense and that he might very well kill them with that meat tenderizer if he got mad enough.

[User]
William stood by the door for a moment after knocking on it. There was only silence for the short while, and then the muffled voices from outside the door. William came down the stairs glancing over at Ryan. "Boy, clean your face off and look presentable. We're about to have company." The werewolf hunter approached his cot and sat down, hearing the door atop the stairs creaking open. The Ulfric slowly came down the stairs, wielding a rather barbaric tool. He asked for reasons, and he asked for William to explain himself first.

The hunter glanced over at Ryan, grumbling something about him being a bumbling fool before returning his gaze to the Ulfric. "Your questions I will answer freely, and with honesty. The man beside me is not dead yet, nor I, so that gives me some glimpse of hope in your group." William smiled weakly as he watched the pack leader. He was analyzing his movements, waiting to see if he'd do anything sudden. "The name is William, William Hendrick. If you're caught up with your history, perhaps you'd know the name." The hunter smirked, although his eyes were still set on the tenderizer. "Though there has been a shift of power in our organization. We're in the process of some reforms at the moment. A good example would be me locked in here rather than you face down in the snow out there last night."

William cleared his throat before he continued. "It might be hard to see Vargr, but we're cut from the same fabric, you and I. I'm here because my oath decrees I be, and you because of your bond. I've been tracking a rather savage group, been on the move for quite a while if you hadn't noticed." He ran his fingers along his bushy mustache for a short moment. "Decided i'd try to cut them off and see what lied ahead, so here I am now." William opened his coat and removed his flask of whiskey, offering it to the Ulfric. "I know there is bad blood between us. There probably always will be. We are both predators, hunting under the same moon for different purposes. There will always be bad blood, but for now, it doesn't have to either of ours."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names.

Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless.

On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill.

At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy.

Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness.

Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious.
Weapons: Brass knuckles
Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way...

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: It's not known to the public.
Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction.
Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.

[User] "Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."

[Assistant] Eponine's prior attack had caused her to kick off of Byrea, sending herself into the air as the witch fell backwards, crashing through ice pillars. To stop herself, Eponine reached out a hammer and used the spiked end to hook onto an approaching ice bridge. After she managed to get on top of the bridge and regain her footing, she looked at the area directly above the stunned witch, noticing several unbroken ice bridges. Eponine summoned another hammer and started spinning in place again. Once she had gained enough momentum, she threw one hammer at one end of one ice bridge, and the other hammer at the end of the other ice bridge, shattering the segments where they impacted in an explosion of ice and mist. Without both sides being supported, the bridges began to fall, their opposite ends snapping as they swung downwards. Eponine watched as the two massive ice structures cascaded down in a thundering flurry, hoping that they would crush the witch and end his fight. Would it be enough?

[User]
In a fit of inhuman strength, Chloe gave a great heave and launched her opponent into the sky. She didn't see it, but she was certain that the other girl had ended up in space. When she returned to town everybody was clapping, congratulating her on being the strongest in the world. They had all baked her an enormous pie! Maybe this earth isn't as bad as I thought.

With an embarassingly loud snort, Chloe woke up from a pleasant dream. She was so exhausted that she had fallen asleep in the very park that she had gone to in her dream. Well... as intended, I suppose. Had her meeting with the other magical girl been a dream? Or had they met somewhere in the past? It was past Chloe's reckoning. She felt rested enough now, so that was mission accomplished. Waking up to a new day was always exciting. You never knew what sort of things happened in the city while you were asleep. This particular night was no exception. Maybe some new places had been bombed. There could have been a large-scale battle against a witch. Maybe somebody had died. She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she know what time it had been when she'd fallen asleep, so it was impossible to say what might have gone on. The most boring answer was, of course, that nothing had happened.

Chloe was a lonely soul, however - well used to making her own fun. With the new agreements she had established under her belt, she would feel bad simply wrecking a portion of the city, and she was moderately concerned with being arrested yet again. She wasn't terribly hungry, and looking at her soul gem... Oh hell. The top of the egg-like structure was rimmed with grey, but the majority of the inside was a murky black. Was she in danger? She didn't feel much different than usual, but Chloe had been compared to a witch before, perhaps nothing would ever feel different in her case. Other girls had reportedly experienced emotional breakdowns before their soul gems were consumed, but maybe it would be a bit different for her. Regardless, she needed a grief seed, pronto.

It could only be the good luck of a powerful magical girl that one would present itself so conveniently before her now. And it could only be the terrible luck of a poor magical girl that such a girl would unwittingly wander through the gaze of a psychotic killer. Chloe didn't need any confirmation to know that the young girl in front of her was a relatively new magi delivering her grief seed, maybe one of her first, to the city officials, as per the tax. This wouldn't be the first time she'd stolen from the state, but last time had been just for fun. This was business. Flipping up her headphones and blasting her music as loud as it would possibly go, Chloe transformed in the blink of an eye and launched into an attack.

With a satisfying crunch, Chloe's giant right fist slammed into the girl's gut before she could react, twirling in a circle and launcing the girl into a brick wall closeby, sending stone chips and dust everywhere. As she leaped forward to continue the chase of her prey, she was instead thrown back violently. The other girl had transformed and invoked some sort of power, clearly. When she emerged from the dust, the girl was clad in shocking white, and weilding a sword and shield. How quaint... maybe this will be fun after all.

The little knight girl charged forward, shield-first, bowling Chloe over with surprising force, and pinning her against the ground. "What are you after? Is it the seed? Who are you with? Answer me!"

Chloe's answer was a wry grin, seemingly exposing all of her teeth. It must have been a disgusting sight, or else her breath smelled, because her attacker reeled back, though kept her shield pinned against Chloe on the ground. Without speaking, Chloe simply tapped her headphones, implicating that she hadn't heard a word the other girl had said, before grabbing her and tossing her roughly to the side, getting back to her feet. They were back to neutral.

Again, the white-clad girl rushed forward with her shield, but Chloe was ready this time. The same trick wouldn't work twice, and thinking it would was a rookie mistake. Instead of the impact the girl expected, she was instead grabbed by her arm. And before she could react she was forced to watch as, within a short instant, Chloe crushed the bones in her shield arm. She cried out in pain and reeled back as Chloe kept staring on with her toothy grin.

That was easy enough. Now, to get that seed before finishing with-... hold on. Chloe had, admittedly, thought that the fight was practically over. But instead of looking defeated, the knight-girl chanted a short something, and a warm white light engulfed her arm. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that she had been healed by magic. If it was possible, Chloe grin would have widened further. Healing was Chloe's favourite type of magic. There was a solid limit on how much pain you could inflict on a person, but a magical girl with healing magic could blast through that limit and suffer so, so much more.

This time it was Chloe's time to attack. She lunged forward, but instead of her usual plan of head-on momentum-based combat, she instead threw a fairly standard jab, shifting into what passed as a boxing stance. Her first punch was blocked by the other girl's shield. As was the second, third, and fourth. With each blocked hit, the confidence in the eyes of the white girl grew. Confidence in her perfect defense. She would be happy with her weapons, surely. Five, six, seven rapid punches were deflected by her shield. With the eighth punch, Chloe shifted her weight to her back leg and sprung forward into a large hook to the girl's chest. This hit, too, was absorbed by the shield, but that would be its last duty. On contact, the girl's shield shattered like fine china, shards of mana scattering through the area around them. The girl hadn't seen that one coming at all. Chloe, however, had anticipated this, using the same motion to grab the girl's neck, lifting her clear off of the ground.

"You're strong, girly, but you're too young for this gig. You're not sneaky enough. You're probably not even insane yet. So I'm not gonna kill you. You've got a lot to learn about being a magi, and I hope you will learn, and maybe you'll get your revenge on the evil magical girl that ruined your day. And your shitty shield, for that matter."

It was easy enough to find the seed she wanted off of the white girl's struggling body. She was flailing around with her sword, clanging uselessly off of Chloe's gigantic metal gauntlet as she slowly faded into unconsciousness. One good swipe dug deep into Chloe's searching arm, but it didn't have the strength behind it to do any permanent damage. It did cut to the bone, though, which hurt as much as any cut would and rattled its way up to her shoulder. Still, the fight was over, and the prize went to Chloe. After her single good hit and having to endure Chloe's passionless speech, the girl sank into unconsciousness. Chloe wondered what she was thinking about, but didn't waste any time throwing her useless body to the ground as it reverted back to human form.

As though it were just business as usual, Chloe walked over to the supine figure, bending down and grabbing both of the girl's ankles and stepping down hard on her knees. With a loud sound like a gunshot, both of the girl's legs bent backwards unnaturally, broken at the knees. Once she woke up, her healing power should be of use, but for now, the shock of two broken legs would keep her either unconscious or in pain long enough for Chloe to make her escape. Reverting herself back to her standard form, she held her newfound grief seed to her soul gem, watching the blackness give way to Chloe's usual dull grey. "...Not much of a change, as usual," she mused, before tossing the now-useless seed back at the girl's body. Somebody else could feed it to an incubator if they pleased. Chloe had no interest in something like that.

"Now... time for breakfast?"


[System]
ALIAS('s): Darsby
STATUS: Living
SPECIES: Human?
GENDER: Male?
AGE: ???
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Lean-Lanky-Thin
RANK: ???
OCCUPATION: ???

BASIC PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's attenuated, pale, entirely covered in various ebony tribal tattoos up to and including the neck, numerous lengthy blade-born scars, and holds lean muscle in quantity's just thick enough to not look emaciated. His hair and eyes are generally a somewhat luminescent rose pink, the X scar just above his right eye is of the same color. Said scar is the only piece of tissue with such an oddity. Darsby's scars cut through his numerous tattoos as if having occurred after getting ink-work done.

BASIC PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: He's most easily related to an apathetic college student during finals week who's will to live was lost after discovering their GPA is ruined due to failed exams.

BASIC ABILITY DESCRIPTION: He can hide his presence with alien cigarettes and teleport objects from one place to another, I guess? Maybe he can sense strange magics?

BASIC HISTORY DESCRIPTION: Unidscovered

PICTURE:

[User]
Anora sighed and frowned when Dan began his newest round of answers again with 'being misunderstood.'
 Not my fault you're more confusing than one of Maddy's boy rants, she thought, still fidgeting with the Earth pendant.
 She concentrated on the rest of his answer, doing her best to put it all together. Her brows rose as he shone more light on Pahn's strength.
 "So, from the sound of it, he's some god-level being who vanished to either possibly make a weapon of mass destruction, or sip martinis on a remote beach in Japan?" She smirked at the thought of some mighty being sunbathing on a beach. Hey. Everyone needs a vacation now and again.
 She had scarcely finished her question when Darsby spoke up. Anora blinked at him. She had momentarily forgotten the pink-haired man was still there.
 "Seers Guild?" she muttered to herself. She cast Dan a sideways glance at how Darsby addressed him. Not knowing who Dan was, what he could do or had done to be addressed as 'celestial reverence,' threatened to drive her nuts.
 Her eyes narrowed as she listened to their exchange, most of it going over her head. But from what little she could tell between the men's exchange and Ahllasta's reactions, there was something she was missing. Something big.
 She tried to stifle a humorless laugh at Dan's plea to 'not worry about it,' but failed, the sound escaping in a snorted rush through her nose. She glanced between Ahllasta and Darsby at Dan's pause, wondering if either of them would bother to question his painfully vague reply. But neither of them did.
 Silence fell for a moment before she realized Dan was looking expectantly back at her.
 "That's it?" she asked, taking charge where the other two in the car wouldn't. "Just, 'I'm your babysitter, so I'll deal with it?' C'mon." She glanced between the other two. "I didn't understand half of that, but it can't seriously pacify you."
 She sighed heavily. These two seemed like blind followers, happy to accept any orders given them. Well, perhaps not happy in Ahllasta's case, but she still followed them. And she didn't like the sudden tension that radiated from them.
 She turned her attention back to Dan. "I don't know how you guys work, but if I'm going to be apart of this team here, Monster Mash, I want to know what I'm facing. We've already got a guy who sounds like he could turn me to dust like that," she snapped her fingers. Though she said it with a fair lightness, the weight of the concept hung heavily on her even once the words faded from the air. If things went wrong, there was the good chance she'd never get to see home again.
 "But apparently," she continued, doing her best to shove the thought aside for now, "that wasn't what made you come here to help. So what's the deal? Did Hades decide to release the Titans again and send them our way, or what?" She shuddered. Though simply another movie reference, the thought drew that morning's dream back to her mind.
 She glanced toward her backpack with her sketchbook and the sketch of the screaming hand bursting through the ground. She shook her head slightly and refocused on Dan.

[Assistant]
Anora's words "-I didn't understand half of that, but it can't seriously pacify you." caused a reaction of some kind.

Ahllasta flexes against the steering wheel, it's circular shape contorting alongside the vapid grunts of actively warping metal. Her shoulders swell with circulation as her features go red. Her body quivers inside its fleshy suit of bulging veins. For a moment, one could say she appeared to be rather upset.

"If you need to vent your frustrations...-?" Dahn focused on our driver. His words were kindly as they typically found themselves to be, yet, they carried a new burden here. Was it a threat? His body didn't look ready for combat, aside from the fact that for the first time since sitting down he'd stopped fidgeting entirely.

"BLEAGH!!" Ahllasta would spit a guttural sound from her throat just before smashing the center console with her fist right over a button labeled 'Auto-pilot' that now looked more like 'A--Upu-z' when read through it's shattered body.
"I need some air!!" She'd howl violently before opening a window which relinquishes a surprisingly calm breeze upon our current crew's cabin. Ahllasta would then climb out of the window and on to the roof. Violent winds slam against her clothing but pass across her overtly rigid form as if it were no more than severe sunlight before she slips from view via several odd slithering motions. Dan and Darsby didn't pay said tantrum any more than a sigh each.

Earth's populated horizon could be seen approaching below. They were still many countless miles from the surface, but, with this vehicles speed, there's no way of telling how quickly those miles might be distanced. Ahllasta has made herself at home atop the car, out of sight and earshot of their conversations.

"Our Celestial Reverence is a highly distinguished combat specialist. He-" Darsby was interrupted mid-explanation to Anora by Dan himself.
"D-D-Darsby! J-just call me Dan, for the remainder of the mission."
"That's hardly your full nam-"
"P-please!"

"Understood...-" Darsby eventually gives in. His propensity for following core-rules and formalities appears to run deep.

"Yes! Why am I here?-" Dan would ask, attempting to focus back in on Anora in his typically fidgety way. "-W-well, it's simple. The worst possible scenario is a sizable p-possibility. So, I'm here." Dan shrugs as if this reply should completely answer any questions to be had here. "I-I mean it would st-stink if half the galaxy got vaporized or something." He'd then chuckle aloud, and adjust his glassed.

[User]
The protesting screech of the steering wheel drew Anora's attention back to Ahllasta. Anora inhaled at the sight of the woman. Apparently, she'd hit one heck of a nerve.
 Oh, crap! Violate eyes wide, she held her breath and pressed herself as close to the passenger door as she could. Misty particles fizzled into existence around her, in part from a conscious desire for a ready defense, and in part of their own accord. She glanced worriedly out the windshield. If Ahllasta went off the deep end this far up…
 Dan's voice interrupted her worrying. She glanced to him incredulously
 She'd felt only a shadow of Ahllasta's power. Watched her ruthlessly kill Darsby in the blink of an eye. Seen her turn brutally on her earlier companion on a whim. Yet Dan, who looked like even Anora had a chance at beating him in a weight-lifting contest, was more than enough to keep the beastly female in check, even now. And his countenance had shifted, as if the prospect of a fight was more in his comfort zone than making conversation.
 It made for an unnerving reminder that she knew practically nothing about who she traveled with. What kind of strength they each held. To top it off, she still wasn't sure if she should actually call them the good guys or not.
 'You… wait!" Panic settled in her when Ahllasta reached for the window. She wasn't an expert, but she knew what happened if you opened a door in plane.
 She cringed, expecting the worst when the window rolled down. But instead of a devastating catastrophe, only a fresh, salty breeze filled the car. She gawked at Ahllasta as she crawled out the window easier than Anora would have thought possible.
 "Well… That just happened." She glanced up at the ceiling as the sounds of Ahllasta's movements settled. Who needs physics when you're in a flying car?
 She looked to Darsby, eager hope lighting her eyes as it seemed she was finally going to get some sort of full answer about Dan.
 When the other man interrupted, it took most of her willpower to not yell at him in frustration. She faced forward as the two spoke in the backseat. She glanced at the broken auto pilot button. Neither of the men seemed to be worried about it, but then, she had the feeling they could be on fire while bombs went off around them and still just shrug it off.
 She blinked and turned her head when Dan answered her last question. If you could even call it answering.
 She groaned and ran a hand down her face. His vague, roundabout responses threatened to give her a headache. Getting information from him was worse than asking her siblings how school went.
 If she was going to get any straight-forward answers, she had the feeling Ahllasta was her best bet. She seemed more… rebellious than the men. Which could prove useful. If she could manage to get the woman alone to talk to her without getting herself twisted into a pretzel in the process.
 She turned again in her seat to meet Dan's gaze.
 "I'm getting tired of you beating around the bush with all your half answers," she snapped, gesturing about in emphasis as she spoke. "If you're doing that because I'm new here, I'm not some terrified child who needs things sugar-coated. So out with it!" She slapped her hand down on the side of the driver's seat, using it to help turn her better to eye Dan. "What am I—what are we," she corrected, her voice and gaze firm, "going up against? Besides some god-like… whatever."

[Assistant]
An odd reaction occurs when the formula of Dan and Anora combines with noise and frustration; Dan calms down. The man's lips relax, his shoulders square and place their weight against the leather behind him, his eyes level against Anora's with an innocent peace typically found only in the ignorant. "Hmmm.-" He'd mutter, his lips pursing for a moment whilst his fingers cease to twiddle, curl, and writhe. "-Sure."

"There's a force in the universe most closely related to what your people call 'magic'. Humanity has recently been adopting this energy on a larger scale despite general skepticism. This is mostly due to some of our reality's larger-scale threats manifesting here on Earth, resulting in a greater need for general policing and protection. I can smell one such threat on you, they're called 'bluth' I believe?" Dan relaxes further, grey eyes glazing over whilst his voice deepens in the confidence of fluid-speech. Somehow, being yelled-at or presented with hostility has a placation effect on his anxiety. Should Anora be observant, she'd notice her hand slamming on the console caused his eyes to briefly widen, then shortly after, narrow and relax along with the rest of his body.

"I belong to a union of intergalactic guilds balanced by several government bodies. I'm contracted as a 'safety inspector' of sorts. I was told to investigate the appearance of what is predicted to be the emergence of a 'singularity-level' wizard: A single sentient entity with an affinity to wield magic on a scale of manipulating several solar systems simultaneously.-" Dan continues to speak in a rhythmic and semi-passionate fashion, the way a strange celebrity may speak on TV when tired and reciting a rehearsed monologue to advertise their latest film.

"My second job is to make sure no less than thirty percent of all sentient life remains alive by the end of 'emergence'. I personally prefer most all of life remains the same for those involved, but, if I determine my strength to be inadequate, my methods won't matter since someone stronger will have to be called in. Who we're looking for is someone by the name of 'Pahn'. They've apparently been trapped on Earth for quite some time and have spent the past two billion years forging some kind of 'instrument'. The details after this get hazy as the specifics of events and their motives arent the specialty of our Seer's Guild and their predictions. Though, when it comes to an event actually occurring, their accuracy is infallible. Besides, you were pretty key in the predictions. Your face and name came up quite a bit, especially in the war." Dan would then release a deep sigh and lean further back against his seat to stare out the window. For the entirety of that monologue he may have been looking 'towards' Anora, but, you could hardly say he was looking 'at' her. Some part of him had closed off and become oddly mechanical, despite the presence of emotion. He was made cold in his ease of communication, sparing an equal amount of semi-passioned talk about colors and magic as he would about life and it's required 'percentage' of survival. His anxious self was confusing and harmless, his calmer side looked nearly-empty in its readiness to do anything necessary.

The Earth below was now a bit closer. A skyline of man-made towers could be seen growing along a curvacious coast. Darsby continued to observe Anora and Dan as they spoke, he looked to be consumed by some rather severe thoughts throughout their talking. Thankfully, he had also thought to be quiet while others were talking.


[System]
My character:
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: deviantart.com/art/Contest-Prize-Hard…
Ship: i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/ba/c7/0dbac7c716…
It has 2 bedrooms, a kitchen/dining room, an engine/atlas crystal room of course, a recreation deck with a round and mostly glass roof and walls at the front, and a cargo hold at the bottom back. There is also a deck to walk outside above the recreation room. Steering can be done both from inside the recreation room and on the roof in the centre of the ship. Also, this ship's crystal works on coal or other such materials instead of the ones working on electricity in more expensive ships. As in, the crystal just sits in a large furnace and as long as you have something you can burn in there the ship can keep flying.

My guy will be a treasure hunter/scavenger from a family of treasure hunters. Both his parents used to own the ship he has now. But they managed to get enough money to buy a new one, and he got this one as a gift on his 18th birthday. At first he flew together with his parents, but eventually he started going out on his own. And now he flies on his own entirely, though he still visits his parents every now and then. Or sees them at treasure hunter/scavenger/bounty hunter hangouts at times.

Equipment:
-6 shot revolver, going more for destructive power than accuracy or range.
-Goggles to protect against the wind.
-Mechanical grappling hook that can attach and detach itself on command.
-A lead pipe for use as melee weapon - he plans to save up for a proper melee weapon.
-Gatling gun mounted on top of the deck which uses armour-shredding rounds for anti-air defence.

[User]
Jacob chuckled softly as Rei stormed out of the room. She was definitely fun to tease as while her talk was big, the embarrassment was still clear to see. Though he did make a mental note to not go overboard. He still wanted to get paid, and if this job turned out all right he didn't want to have a potential future employer be pissed off at him. "Peanut, come. We're heading out." He called. His little friend chirped and ran towards him, climbing on his shoulders with what appeared like a happy smile on it's face.

After a large cup of coffee and breakfast the two headed to the markets. They mostly consisted of scum trying to scam you out of your money. Be it by selling forgeries or asking way too much for their wares. But there were fairly legit merchants among them as well. Two of which Jacob was friendly with. Mostly because he was a regular customer. So while Rei was shopping for what she needed, Jacob visited his regular shops to get what he needed as well. Part of which was of course food for the trip.

Finally they headed to the docks. And he grinned at her question. He wondered what her reaction would be. His ship was quite old and rusty. But apart from a few 'hickups' every now and then it had stood the test of time. After all, it had only crashed once in the past 7 years. It was also just about the largest ship a one person crew could still handle. As it was technically meant for a crew of 2 or 3. "The one over there to your right. Not the newest ship, but a lot more reliable than the newer models." He spoke, starting to walk towards it to lead the way.

After boarding, Jacob opened the door that headed below deck for Rei. The inside actually looked a bit better than the outside. The main area had a couch, table, a stair that headed further down to the cargo hold and engine room, and a fairly modern looking radio. The kitchen was visible through a door frame on the right. The door itself was missing. Another door further along the wall on the right had a small hallway with two bedrooms on either side of it behind it. On the left, past the living area, there was a large area with glass walls and a mostly glass roof which had a table, a pinball machine, a chair with next to it a cabinet with some books and papers in it, some basic fitness equipment, and a few lockers. "Welcome to my humble residence." He started. "The door in the back there leads to the bedrooms. I have the one on the left, so you can use the one on the right." The left one had a small window, and he liked looking out over the sky before going to sleep. It was also a bit bigger and had a two person bed since it used to belong to his parents. So he had always used that one. "Kitchen slash dining room to your immediate right as you can see. There's also a deck up top you can access if you go up the stairs and through the captain's cabin." With that short explanation Jacob headed into the kitchen and up the stairs. He needed to start preparing to set sail, which required getting the engines started and getting the all-clear from the docks through the radio in the captain's cabin.

[Assistant]
'Over there to your right' was the scariest phrase Rei had ever heard. The old disheveled looking ship made her whole body give one big shake. For those looking upon her it could be mistake for a form of excitement, but it was actually a shake of worry. "Oh boy…" She said doing her best to sound enthused as she followed him towards the mess that would his proud ship. Oh boy oh boy…

Despite the outward appearance, the inside was a lot better then she expected, Okay maybe you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. A phrase used by her parents during their time training her the tools of her trade. People who look like they don't have much actually do and those who do have a lot normally don't show it. So maybe this was actually a decent and working ship… though that in itself would be a surprise considering the outside looked as though it shouldn't even lift off the ground.

Following his gestures she glanced around quickly learning the layout of the ship as he provided her with instructions. The interior of the room they ended up in was nice, even nicer is that there were no windows showing the outside world. Good, as long as there wasn't any windows she would be… okay. Right? This thing can't be that rocky or give off the impression it's going plummet towards the ground and crash on impact right? RIGHT?!

"Alright, thanks." Was her response as he left to take over his duties to prepare for leave while she hurried down to the room to figure out her arrangements. Inside she found an unexpected layout that provided almost… comfort to the person who he was traveling with. "Huh… well, that's… that's… unexpected." She voice muttered to herself as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. After doing a quick and probably not as detailed check as she should have, she took some time to hide her personal belongings and then left, bringing the bags of food she had purchased.

Walking back out she count hear the engine starting to rumbling under her feet. So they were bound to take off soon and the feeling made her stomach hurt. Ugh flying! It was the worst and her entire self-seemed to cringe at the thought. Talking through the actions, she hurried to the kitchen with her bags. [i]Plant your feet, keep yourself steady and if you start to feel dizzy sit down somewhere. Most importantly, don't forget to breathe; a simple reminder she often forgot when she was in a panic.

Putting the things she bought in the respective places around the kitchen before hurrying into the main living around. The rumbling scared her; not in a sense of fear but more along the lines of a feeling of dread, what if something happened, what if something went wrong and how could she survive if things started falling apart!

Taking a seat on the couch she took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'll be okay, I'll be okay… I'll be okay…"

[User]
Jacob first got into contact with the control tower of the docks. His engines required some time to start up, and at the very least it would take 5 minutes before they gave the all clear to take off. "Control tower this is the Rusty Shadow at dock 7a, requesting permission for take-off." He spoke, walking to a large panel full of levers and buttons and knobs as he did. He pulled several knobs out a few centimeters, causing a few dull clangs to come from the bottom of the ship. Those were some valves opening which would let steam pass through to power the propellers of the ship. "Roger that Rusty Shadow, stand by for further instructions." He heard from the radio as he worked on the rest of the console. He pulled several levers one at a time, which caused a lighting mechanism to light the fire around the sy crystal. This in turn made the ship's pipes creak a little because of the heat. Then after waiting a minute or two he slowly started to adjust a dial next to the levers, listening closely for what sound his ship made as he did. This one was for adjusting the fire's intensity. Once he was satisfied he finally nodded to his little friend. "Your turn Peanut." He spoke, at which the little creature squeaked, jumped on the desk next to the console, and jumped on one of the buttons. Jacob could see the ship's two propellers start to turn slowly, so he quickly moved to a large lever next to the steering wheel. He slowly adjusted it until the propellers were turning at a good idling speed.

After waiting for another half a minute or so the same operator as before spoke over the radio again. "Rusty Shadow, you're clear for take-off in one minute. Be ready by then." "Roger." Jacob replied. He wondered if Rei was done settling in yet, so he called downstairs. "Hey Rei, you done yet? You should come up here, it's always a great sight to see islands from a small distance!" All the floating islands had always looked best to him when they were a decent distance away. They'd look peaceful, sometimes even tranquil. Contrary to what you'd usually find on them, like this city filled with thugs, outlaws, and plenty of other shady types. Not to mention the steam and smoke rising up from buildings everywhere.

As the man walked back to the steering wheel he reached into some drawers in the desk to his right and took out some dog treats for his pet, before putting them on the ground. "Here you go Peanut. No hiccups with the start up so another job well done~" He spoke with a slight chuckle.

Once the minute was up, and Jacob saw two dock workers untie the ropes that held his ship in place, he pulled the lever all the way back. The propellers roared to life with powerful streams of steam coming out of the exhausts, and slowly but surely the ship started moving backwards. Luckily this ship had a reverse at all, otherwise he would have had to pay extra to have his ship towed out of the docks, and he really didn't have the money to spare most of the time.

[Assistant]
"Don't panic don't panic don't panic don't panic!" Rei repeated to herself over and over again as she gripped the couch, "He's a pilot, he flies all the time, this is normal for him. He knows what he's doing, he should be able to make sure we're safe… ish in the air!" Oh convincing herself that everything was going to be alright and that she wasn't going to die a horrible death when they were in the air was much harder than she always thought. Why can't we go back to travel on the ground instead of in the air. Thank god she was in an area with no windows!

When they were finally in the air, Rei let out a long sigh and fell back against the couch as her body practically turned into Jell-O. Take offs were the worst thing about flying. Landing means she would be on stable ground which she was all for landing! After taking a couple deep breathes, she rose from her seat and ventured into the kitchen. Tying her hair back, she picked up some of her shopping materials and began to cook seeing as she was hungry and it would take about an hour to complete.

An unexpected voice began to ring through the common area as Rei naturally began to sing. Her voice was beautiful, as if bells were ringing and the children would gather to listen to. Her voice held melody and tone that seemed to contrast her way of speaking and there was no doubt that a skill she had was singing.

"Oh, father time
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our knowings
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg, blues are showing
I've never been on for goodbyes
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

Oh, I take it in vain
All the plans and moves that we made
Half a heart is aching to grow
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know
I know, I know your eyes are the rain
Just a soul that's changing its shape
I'll be laughing all of the way
Thinking 'bout the days

Oh, nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our knowings
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg, blues are showing
I've never been on for goodbyes
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

So, farewell to my friend
He who taught me to love like a beast
And to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup
Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts
That was Magical Max
He was black sheep and mischief and love for his craft
And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day
He said shoot for your dreams, little girl
To the stars, well, I'm taking you with me now
This one is ours
And I know what you'd say, you'd say, on with the show
So on we go."

After chopping up some chicken, she tossed it into a pan along with freshly cut garlic and some sauce she purchased as the pan began to simmer.

[User]
Soon the airship was out in the open. Some white clouds could be seen here and there a hundred or so meters below, but overall it looked like the weather would be peaceful for the time being. Which meant Jacob could just lock the rudder and let the winds carry them for the time being. So he did just that and was about to turn around when he heard a voice start to sing. He thought on whether to interrupt Rei or not, and after a few moments decided against it. Listening to her was rather pleasant after all. So instead the man opened a door to the deck and stepped just outside the door. Behind the ship he could slowly see the island they had set sail from grow smaller, which put a smile on his lips.

When the song ended Jacob turned around again and headed back inside. This time he did descend the stairs, to be greeted by a cooking woman in his kitchen. And by the looks of it, a decently skilled one at that. Or at least a better cook than he was. He usually settled for fried eggs, or a simple stew, and rarely pancakes. The last one being the only thing he was very good at making. "Lunch already? Well fine by me as long as I can have some as well." He winked at Rei and stepped down the last few steps. "Anyway, I'm gonna need a map or some coordinates, as right now I'm still flying blind. So come up to the bridge once you're done, 'kay?" With that he turned to head back up again. He quite enjoyed the view when flying, and it looked like Rei would still be busy with her meal for another half hour or so.


[System]
* Ryan "Tundra" Pratt
* Runé "Railgun" Langley
* Kenji "Sacryed" Shihouin
* Dreda "Crow" Ora

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Enemies

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Additional characters

[User]
A light flickered to life, and a single hand reached out to spin the leather office chair around. As it stopped, the single masked figure sat down and relaxed with a deep sigh. Sure, the three of them had won the fight today, but it was only because he couldn't handle the problem himself. Manic Mod, he called himself. He was even more trouble than the villain he modeled himself after. both of them were stripped of everything and put behind bars, so now he didn't have to worry about them for at least a little while.

Before he could take his thoughts further, the computer behind him flashed. An alert. The lone figure spun around to face the computer. A soft smile made it's way to his features. It was a main line alert, meaning that his old friend was at one of the other towers now.

The same hand that reached to the chair touched a single button on the keyboard. The computer opened up another window to show his green skinned friend on the other end.

"Talk to me Beast Boy." He spoke. From the corner of the screen, he could see the image of himself that was being broadcast to Beast Boy.

Man, had he changed. A black and blue jumpsuit with a blue bird over his chest, a more pointed mask, and long slicked back hair. He had even gone so far to change his name to Nightwing. Robin was now another kid under Batman's wing.

However, Garfield hadn't changed one bit. Still rocking the black and purple suit from his Doom Patrol days without any mask or headgear. Of course he wasn't a kid any more, but it was still obvious to Nightwing that it was the same person on the inside.

"Straight to the point? Rae said that you called her and Cyborg in. You sure you don't want me to head back? It'd only be a few days." Beast Boy's concern for his old team leader could be seen etched into his face. It wasn't a business call like Nightwing had expected, but still he refused to drop the call.

Nightwing shook his head. BB was doing his part by helping out and recruiting new heroes, he couldn't afford to call him back to the tower. "I'm fine Gar. Just a little trouble with the legacy of our british invader."

Beast Boy stopped. The words he was about to speak froze in his mouth. Mad Mod had some sort of legacy? Was he being serious? Of course he was being serious, he was Robin. That must have been quite the handful.

Nightwing could see Beast Boy getting up out of the chair he was in. "I'm heading back. If you've got that kind of trouble, you need some help."

"No." Was his quick response. "You have your hands full. I'll have to find a way to get past this."

Beast Boy sat back down. He didn't expect anything less from Nightwing. He'd probably just kick his training up another few notches. He had to stop at some point. With Slade making rounds again, Robin wasn't going to stop any time soon. New thing you know, the RedX was appear again and Robin was take another dip into insanity.

Beast boy was silent for a moment. He had to think up a way to get his old leader to settle down. From the image he got from Nightwing, he could see the door opening behind him. Two figures appeared and walked up behind Nightwing. He could instantly recognize the single red eye and purple cloak.

"We think you need to relax, Robin." A quiet and gravely voice spoke to him, causing Nightwing to turn around in his chair again.

Garfield smiled. "Raven! What's up babe?" He saw her once or twice a week due to the fact that she could technically teleport using her shadows, but that still didn't stop him from being excited whenever he saw her.

Raven pulled off the hood to her cloak, smiling at the green man. "I'm doing well, but we need to focus on Nightwing."

Cyborg nodded beside her. It was an impromptu intervention of sorts, decided just after the most recent fight. "Yeah man, we need to talk."

Nightwing sighed. He should have seen this coming.

However, what had surprised him was the file that Cyborg pulled out from behind him. Once handed the file, Nightwing could see four profiles of possible candidates. Two of them were lacking in comparison to the others, but there was at least some information on them.

Nightwing took a long look at them. Perhaps it was time to bring in new recruits.

[Assistant]
R A I L G U N( Runé Langley )

By the time the cab finally slowed down and pulled up before her new home, Rune Langley was already very exhausted from the long ride. She stepped out of the car wobbling slightly, her legs numb from being cramped in the seat for hours. After she picked up her duffel bag from the trunk and sent the driver off with a tired wave, she glanced down at the crumpled paper in her right hand: a printed map of Jump City, and a scrawny note from Beast Boy.

She smiled to herself, recalling her first encounter with the strange hero.

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The siren blared furiously throughout the underground lab, hammering against Rune's ear with waves after waves of deafening wail. She swore under her breath. Talk about bad timing. Her fingers picked up speed as they danced across the holographic keyboard; with each tap the neon light was changing from red to green. Almost there.The last bolt retrenched with a low rumble and the reinforced metallic door hissed, slowly sliding open to reveal the very thing that she had been searching for.

It was quite a sight for the teenage girl: in the middle laid a huge, transparent cylindrical tube filled with water-like liquid; thick, heavy pipes sprouted out from both ends of it, connecting to a monstrous machine behind, which seemed to be built into the wall. She couldn't help shivering at the cold air blasting at her slim frame from within the room.

It wasn't the kind of time machine that she had expected, but she didn't have much time left to ponder about such trivial matters. She slammed her fist against the emergency lockdown button and the sliding doors closed in, waving smugly at the angry soldiers thundering towards her from far ahead. Once she was safely cut off from the chaos outside, she turned her attention to the complicated panels on the enormous device.

Awesome, she thought sarcastically. Her contact only divulged the existence and location of this thing, but didn't mention anything on how to operate it. The muffled ruckus from beyond the door made her breath quicken - she had made it this far after losing almost everything, and she's definitely not going back to square one. Without a second thought she flicked on the switches to maximum output and the whole room rumbled, the machine humming to life. The liquid in the tube began to bubble, and for a split second Rune thought she saw flashes of images of a warless past swirling in the murky-white mixture.

As she was about to insert herself into the tube, the door suddenly groaned and caved inwards. The soldiers seemed to be setting off explosives to blow the door apart, to get in here. In that moment of distraction she lost her footing, falling head-first into the liquid. She struggled blindly for a short while before she realized she could actually breathe in this strange water. Once she calmed down, she felt the liquid swallowing her whole, a torrent of blurred colors and intelligible whispers bombarded against her head, the molecules of her body screaming to break apart...

She was vaguely aware of the door being blasted apart and the soldiers charging into the room, before she disappeared in a flash of blinding light.

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Rune couldn't remember what happened after the soldiers barged into the lab. Her head felt heavy like lead, her body felt sore and numb - she shuddered at the sudden thought that she was being torn apart by the liquid in the time machine. She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes.

The smell that filled her nose was different from the stench of blood mixed with gunpowder and rust she grew up in; the things that filled her vision seemed ancient, almost foreign to her. She sat up, amused that she was lying on a wooden makeshift table, and a quick glance around her told her that she was probably in some sort of abandoned building, noting the odd screws and broken glass shards littered on the concrete floor. Her eyes zoomed in onto something ahead that was fluttering in the light breeze.

Isn't that...a newspaper?

She slid off the table and walked towards the yellowed paper, picking it up gingerly. Her mouth curled into a grin at the date.

"Feeling better?"

Startled by a voice behind her, she spun around, the barrel of a submachine gun ejected from her prosthetic arm pointing at the green figure before her.

"Whoa, whoa," the figure raised up his gloved hands. "That's really some nasty thing you've got there." His wide, dark eyes fixed on the gun.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Uh, yeah, introductions." His lips twitched into a lopsided smile, accented by the little jut-out lower tooth. "I'm Beast Boy. I happened to pass by when you suddenly fell down from the sky and landed in front of me. I tried to wake you up, but you just kept thrashing around mumbling about things I couldn't understand. So I carried you here."

The girl lowered her arm, the barrel sliding back beneath the pale, porcelain skin. "Runé," she said, unconsciously emphasizing the last syllabus. She then let out a loud sigh. "Jeez, please don't scare me like this. There are a lot of things I want to ask you..."

[User]
Nightwing's hands shuffled the papers so that Rune's was the one on top.

Name - Runé

Age - I would I ask that? That's weird man.

Powers - Can summon giant weaponry (BB had drawn a small and crude image of her with the giant sub-machine gun)

Discovery - She fell from the sky unconscious and landed in front of me, so I carried her to one of my safehouses and waited until the woke up.

There was more information on the paper about the woman, but those were the things that Grayson had put the most focus into. Beast Boy certainly had a way with words.

"Technically, this is kidnapping." Nightwing stated flatly, the man on the other side sighing. He couldn't really defend himself there. "Anyways, this Rune-"

"Runé." Beast Boy corrected him.

"Runé." Nightwing repeated him almost exactly, to which Raven smiled and Cyborg almost snickered. "Did you check out the nearby area afterwards? Any idea where she came from?"

Beast boy nodded. He had done his best to search the area for any place that Runé could have exploded from, and came up with an interesting discovery. There was absolutely nothing. Not signs to a fight, no soldiers of any kind. It was like she had just appeared from nowhere. "I know for a fact that she dropped out of the air. No signs of any sort of battle or anything nearby, just her falling from the sky. No nearby planes in any direction that could be pinned to her fall. It's a real mystery." The green man scratched his head.

While Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy conversed, Nightwing looked to the two lesser filled sheets, looking at the one that had a photo attached to it.

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She had no real idea of how much time had passed. She was sure that it was more than a few weeks since she had been on American soil. It felt wrong though. It was much more than just a few weeks.

What she didn't realize was that she had spent four years traveling and learning. Four whole years had passed since she first traveled north into Canada, then east to Alaska, Japan, Asia, and Russia. They were places that she felt connected to. She didn't question the winds that she followed, she obeyed them and learned what she could in those areas that she traveled too.

Now, she sat by herself in the pacific northwest Santiam forest of Oregon. Birds of similar shapes and sizes gathered around her as she meditated. Little did she know, one of the bird around her was of a different feather. All of them gathered around her as she sat upon a large tree stump.

The world around her faded away, her mind retreating into the confines of the subconscious. As she did so, her body began to take a more avian appearance. Wings began to sprout from her back, her normally sharp nails transformed into claws, and her body shifted ever so slightly.

Beast Boy watched in wonder. The voice in his head that called him to this location revealed to him this young woman. It had never happened to him before. He never had that strange notion to follow that voice like the wind. He didn't want to disturb her, though, and remained silent as the wings that she had grown wrapped around her body as if acting like a shield.

Thirty minutes passed without a word from either of them. Beast boy continued to wonder what she was doing before flinching at her voice.

"You aren't one of my corvids, you're much more. Who are you?" Her wings moved only so much to reveal her crimson red eyes.

Cautiously, Beast Boy reverted back into his human form, walked to face the opening in her eyes.

Her eyes narrowed. The winds were silent, but she had a bad feeling about him. She couldn't describe it, but the winds were never so quiet. Perhaps they were allowing her to chose for herself? It hardly ever happened.

"Who are you?" She repeated, her voice now more aggressive.

Beast Boy raised his hands in defense. "Easy, easy." He warned her. "I'm Beast Boy. I was just flying to my next stop, and I got this weird feeling. I followed it, now I'm here." He couldn't help but avoid her eyes, instead looking at her wings. He wanted to reach out and feel them, but he felt that it would be weird. "What's your name?"

"Dreda." Was her only reply.

Before she was able to react, Beast Boy took a picture of her with her reveled face. This caused the woman to cover her face with her wings once more.

It was obvious that she didn't want to be disturbed, and even Beast Boy could understand that. Slowly, he set down a small circular device on the ground before the tree stump she sat on. It was similar to his T-com, but was reserved specifically for possible recruits.

"Well, uh... Just pick that up and feel free to call. I might send a call as well, so beware." He tried to lighten the mood, but without a response from her, he simply walked off back to his original destination.


[System]
清風 美紀
Age: 57 (~16 human age, may change)
Gender: Female
Race: Kitsune

Personality: Miki is free-spirited and energetic, making it her mission to enjoy life to the fullest and aid others in doing so. She makes new friends easily, but only keeps a select few close to her. She does have a certain distaste for boring people, and often tries to shake them out of their routines.

Abilities:
Limited Shapeshifting
-Miki can hide her supernatural features, but that's about it.
Invisibility
-Miki can disappear from sight, and even fool cameras, but this only lasts a couple minutes per day.
Illusions
-With a bit of uninterrupted eye contact, Miki can fool someone's senses. Complex illusions are easier to see through, and suspicious people may not be fooled at all.

Skills:
Parkour/Agility
-Miki is an expert at moving through the urban landscape.
Skateboarding
-Where Miki's feet can't carry her, her favorite set of wheels usually can.
Lockpicking
-With the right tools, most mechanical locks are but a minor inconvenience to Miki. She's useless against electronics, though.

Equipment:
Running Outfit
-A set of clothes chosen for maximum maneuverability without standing out.
Skateboard
-A vintage California Free Former longboard, probably Miki's most prized possession.
Lockpicks
-A small set of picks, only carried while working.

Brief Backstory:
Miki was born in Miura City, and has been around for long enough to watch the rise of the digital era. She spent her first couple decades partying and generally running wild, both in Miura and on the road, but eventually felt the need to do something at least a little productive.

With that in mind, she realized that the people of the Imaginary District often found themselves in need of items from the outside, and that not everyone could mingle with the humans to get them. She decided to become a courier, running items of interest (and occasionally sensitive information) from the human city to the supernatural community... but why buy those things when one can just take what one wants?

Needless to say, her line of work has gotten her in trouble with both human authorities and the Imaginary District police, who don't appreciate the attention her activities gather. But she's not likely to stop anytime soon, as she knows some people have come to rely on her. And as for the law? Well, the thrill of the chase is just one more thing that makes it fun.

So intense, WOW...
Until the day you grasp it, keep pushing forward on YOUR WAY
YOU GOTTA GET IT
Eternally, KEEP IT ON YOUR MIND
Starting right now I'll stop time for you
LET'S PLAY LIKE YOU WANT TO, to your heart's content
Having come all this way, don't you dare say you're turning back!
That's impossible now
Pushing foward with that deliberate crime, come now, GO YOUR OWN WAY
Don't look back! AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!
ALL RIGHT! Messing up isn't a problem!
A great battle with the enemy that stands before you!
With that kind of feeling TRY IT
SO Say it, Do it!
Come on just DO IT
If you earnestly wish for it,
There is nothing you can't do
Since there is nothing holding you back,
Always
Wish for it wholeheartedly, make that tongue move
Just the way you want, WOW....
Leave it to your desires, push forward on YOUR WAY
YOU GOTTA GET IT
Clearly KEEP IT ON YOUR MIND
Making a face like that, looking like you're lost
What do you plan to blame it on this time?
A life lived without excuses
Get with it already!
Even shedding countless tears,
Rise above it, EVERYTIME
Even striving for the unreachable,
Calling it "just a dream"
Don't you dare let it end like that
Always
Press on wholeheartedly, meet the challenge with intensity
Just like you want it, WOW...
Seize upon your impulses, GO YOUR WAY, to the extreme
YOU GOTTA GET IT
Instinctively KEEP IT ON YOUR MIND
What can be seen in those eyes,
Is something more certain than anything
With hand outstretched,
It's surely waiting for you
Always
Seek it wholeheartedly, feel it all the way inside
So intense, WOW...
Until the day you grasp it, keep pushing forward on YOUR WAY
YOU GOTTA GET IT
Eternally KEEP GOING ON
Wish for it wholeheartedly, make that tongue move
Just the way you want, WOW....
It's fine to do it just the way you like, keep on going YOUR WAY
YOU GOTTA GET IT
Instinctively KEEP IT ON YOUR MIND
Eternally, KEEP IT ON YOUR MIND

[User]
Myah...?

A rumor in the District is like a tiny spark on a hot, windy day, right straight in the middle of Californian forested land. And as much as it sounds typical to use wildfire as a comparison, it's not really far from the truth. Any piece of news, no matter how strange it is, travels quick in the small confines of this piece of city. It's quick for any ear to catch wind on stories that would normally be regarded as plain bull outside, and it's unusually easy for anyone to believe it within here.

It's commonly known that a strange figure, often surrounded by an atmosphere of dread in encounters and, on occasion, leaving behind a mess of crumpled papers with disturbing illustrations in its wake, roams the streets of the District.

An onryo haunt? Hm, hm. Scary, scary~

This strange figure is often seen as a shadow roaming around an empty alley, but sometimes, it's full visage could be seen to those unfortunate enough to witness it.

Could it be me?

Actual eyewitnesses to a full encounter, however, were often caught off-guard and were too overtaken by a trembling, tensed sensation to describe in detail what they had undergone.

Some felt a strange sense of familiarity, but are very well tensed up in fear to even try to figure it out.

Huh, that's not it.

Some say it is a lone spirit of evil.

Or is it...?

Others say it is merely but a helpless ghost, wanting to find a way out.

Or is it not...?

And there are those that say it might even be someone you could simply see in plain daylight like most others, perhaps simply having their own cycles of oddity sometimes.

Karu thinks they're just crazy.
.
.
.
What do you think?

But the umbrella did not reply.

[Assistant]
Makiko looked over the Youth Organization members and nodded. At least they were quick to arrange themeselves when it came to this matter. Naturally, many of them would prefer to go after the missing cat, which only made sense, really. An onryo was a much more serious threat. However, it still needed to be dealt with. Now all that was left to do was assign the people who didn't care either way.

"In this case, Styx-san, Aamuu-san, you're with me," Makiko stated, eyeing the shinigami-esque being for a moment. "We'll-"

It was about then that Yuina, being her typical flirtatious self, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Makiko's cheeks colored with embarrassment at the proximity, especially in front of so many people, but she did her best to shake it off. So, the futakuchi-onna was going with her? It wasn't exactly unexpected, the youkai typically did go with her no matter what. And really, it would be quite useful in this case.

"I-I'm glad you volunteered, Yuina-san," Makiko said, trying to keep herself from sounding too embarrassed. "We'll be heading after the onryo."

She took a deep breath.

"... Haritama-san, are you sure you want to help out? You just arrived here, so..." Makiko trailed off for a moment. No, it was best they didn't delay here any longer. "Shina-san will fill you in the rest of the way, I'm sure everyone else will help too. Once everyone's done, we'll come back here and try and figure out what to do. For now..."

Makiko looked firmly towards the door.

"We've all got jobs to do."

[User]
Rei Mokoto

The younger sliver haired Boy had just made a delivery to a friend of his adopted mother house, giving back the insulin bottle the youkai mother left in their fridge so her son can take his insulin and help keep his body in balance so who would not be thirsty,hunger, and sleepy all the time. As the young boy walked through the streets he couldn't help but think. This is quite the world he lives in; he and his mother can heal most injuries but they still can not fix a problem in which the body attacks it's own resources for no reason, thought he suppose everything happens for a reason. Seeing how it was a beauty day, Rei decided to hold off going back home and explore a little, i mean who know maybe something interesting would happen.

[Assistant]
Myah.

Of course, there are also some people that, despite being insisted that it isn't, know that this odd "ghost" is indeed Karu. Who wouldn't when she's been here for years?

....myoh?

Karu's feet halted in the middle of the payment.

The typical big, red, loose bow is very rarely seen not gracing the mysterious girl's pale, barely blonde hair. The rest of her clothes, changing they may be, and with mystery as where they come from, still never ceases to show a bit of "odd child" to onlookers. Today's a particularly odd mix of very frilly, very oversized sleeves of dirty purple and a similarly frilly skirt of deep red, subtly patterned with flowers in a slightly lighter color.

Such a sight is to be seen outside the doors of the MYO building, a rather ordinary place with an odd gathering inside that drew Karu's eyes.

Myoh....myoh, myo, myomyomyo...
Karu's verbal tic slowly morphed into an attempt to pronounce MYO, ignoring the fact that it is an acronym and, like most acronyms, should be pronounced by letter.

Myomyo... Such ambition! Solving incidents without a shrine to help. How can they all pull it off?

[User]
Yuina Fujioka
Yuina smiled. She just knew which one Makiko would pick for herself. And now she would have a nice, quiet day looking for some lost cat...

...Wait, what did she say!?

She couldn't help but turn a bit pale. She... She wanted to go after the onryo? But those were... They were all creepy and horrifying and crawled out of televisions to give you magical smallpox! And she really, really didn't want to catch magical smallpox! Besides, ghosts were just... She was a youkai and even she thought they were a bit too much!

"Eh... Eheh um... So the, um... The onyro, um, uh..." Unconsciously, Yuina found herself clinging ever so tighter to Makiko, as her lips forced themselves into a rictus grin. "S-sure! That sounds... That sounds f-fine with me, yeah! Definitely... D-definitely no problem there nope not at all!" Ohgodohgodwhyyyyyy.

[Assistant]
~Shina~

Shina simply watched the events unfolding, keeping mostly quiet as she had nothing to say, as usual. She did give a friendly wave of acknowledgement to the Tengu...what was her name? Aamuu? Though she said nothing until it was time to get to work. Finding a damn cat. Wasn't exactly the most entertaining of jobs, but well...she said she'd at least look after the kid somewhat, so she was obligated to do it. Chugging the last of the whiskey and putting out her pipe, Shina stood from her rather comfortable seat. She placed the now empty bottle on the desk and the Kiseru was placed into her robes, likely some inside pocket holding it.

"Well alright then kid, might as well get going." She said walking behind the human, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "I wanna get this over with so quit yer flirting," She teased, indicating his speaking to Aamuu. "And lets go. That goes for everyone on this cat finding thing. I wanna get this over with so I can go back to drinking."

[User]
Nao

Prez made clear what the jobs of today were gonna be. It didn't sound all to spectacular but they were still things they had to do. Nao listened from the corner of the room still giving her plants water while they all arranged themselves to a job they preferred or were chosen to do. Nao put aside her watering can and walked up to Makiko with her hands bundled up in front of her lap. She was caressing a light smile on her face as she spoke to the leader of the group.

"I'd like to go with the Onryo group if you don't mind Aoyama-san."

Seems like Yuina, Makiko, Styx and Aamuu were the ones that were assigned to the mission at the moment so Nao hoped that she wasn't gonna be a huge bother. Yuina had this weird thing hanging from the side of her head. It looked special but Nao wasn't gonna complain or judge by it. Styx had a huge hole in his chest so she wondered a little if he was gonna be alright. It was't particularly useful in any way. Aamuu was just a kind sweet girl with a lot of feathers. She gave them all a kind smile whilst looking at them not trying to get too much attention on herself.

[Assistant]
"If you're that interested, how about I show you in? Or would you rather prefer your current lifestyle, hm?"

Miki eyed the building for a while, considering. The sounds coming from across the street had become more subdued; if it was a party, it probably wasn't her type. But the older kitsune's words had her curious...

"Well, alright then. Anything to liven up the evening, I suppose."

Without waiting for a reply, she hopped to her feet and crossed the road. She paused for a moment to glance through the windows and take stock of the assembled people. There were a couple of oni, and a tengu, but... most of the attendees looked to be human. I might not fit in, going as myself... She shrugged and headed for the door, debating whether or not to hide her ears and tail before entering.

After all, some of them are probably like me. Disguising themselves as a matter of course.

Miki closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again she looked as human as anyone. She opened the door quietly, and waited for someone else to react before stepping inside.


[System]
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Character Summary
Aliases: The Crow of Arduenia
Age: 163
Birthday: October 11th
Race/Species: Glacian/Hayllian
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Arduenia
Jewel color: Green - Gray
Class/Caste: Black Widow - Natural Tooth
Languages: Common, Glacian, Hayllian
Occupation: Hourglass Coven - Apothecary

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Appearance
Height: 5'06"
Weight: 112lbs.
Body Type: Slim
Right Eye Color: Red
Left Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: White
Skin Tone: Pale

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Character psychology
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Manipulative and cool, Isadora always looks for a way to benefit either herself or her coven. She's sadistic to a fault and often sates herself over extended periods by torturing and experimenting on small rodents. She has a fascination with the anatomy of sentient races and often dissects them to record how everything works. To her, the coven is everything, and deserves her full attention at all times.
Habits:
Isadora often picks her middle right nail when idling.
She habitually paints her nails black every few days.
Hobbies:
Isadora enjoys performing experiments on small rodents and vermin.
She spends much of her free time studying anatomy.
Fears:
Jewel Shattering - Self explanatory.
Broken Mind - Given her line of work, Isadora fears that something in the mind of a patient will invade her own and drive her to insanity.
Likes:
Experimenting on small creatures.
Maintaining her appearance.
Cold Weather
Dislikes:
Willful ignorance
People that expect a handout
Cat calls
Skills
General Skills
Alchemy
Psychology
Anatomy
Combat skills
Martial Arts
Daggers
Snake Tooth - Right Index Finger
Magic skills
Isadora's magic is based around the mind, usually either disorienting her foes or outright invading their thoughts and manipulating their memories. Beyond that, utility and a few standard tricks.

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History
Background
Isadora Lafay was born in Arduenia to a Glacian mother and Hayllian father, a Black Widow and Warlord Prince respectively. The father, for obvious reasons, was denied any role in his daughter's life and was send away from the city he called home for so long. The mother stayed and educated her offspring in what it meant to be a Widow, all the good they could do in the world. Isadora, however, saw the bad that could be done and greatly favored that.

At her Birthright ceremony, the natural Black Widow was granted a green jewel, and with it, the power she possessed from the beginning began to manifest itself. While she initially couldn't control the raw magical fury she held at bay and more often than not burnt herself out by the end of the day. Within a couple years, however, she had a firm handle on her abilities and she began to branch out to find out what she was good at. In one way or another, she found it to be the manipulation of the common man's mind.

Soon enough, a sadistic streak arose within her through mice and other vermin. If she could get her hands on it, it would die slowly in one gruesome manner or another. On the surface, she wore a mask of sanity, she blended into the crowd very well. At home, she conducted her cruelty while disregarding her mother's tutting. At some point, the neighbor's cat disappeared.

Her Virgin Night occurred the day after her 16th birthday, a trusted friend being brought to bed to take her. Things went as normal on this night of passion, and after the deed was done, she received a pleasant surprise in the form of a gray jewel. With this level of magic surging from her fingertips, she committed herself to the trade of a Black Widow; mental healing. She did her job well, though for every patron that tried to skip out on payment, she shattered their mind, leaving them husks of their former selves.

At some point, she came to be the head of the Arduenian branch of the Hourglass Coven, directing their every movement carefully so they escaped every scrutinizing gaze. During this period, she became a Da Vinci of sorts, spending some of her time studying the anatomy of each sentient race for the purpose of furthering medicine… and toxicology. With this knowledge, she's gotten more than decent at applying the deadly poison her body generates.

Since then, she moved to Hyall in order to both pass the leadership of that branch to someone else and practice her crafts with impunity. From there, she has wandered for awhile.

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Additional Information
Other
Isadora has heterochromia, meaning her eyes are two different colors. Her right eye is red and the left is gray.
She was the leader of the Arduenian branch of the Hourglass Coven before moving.
She has a broach made from rubies in the shape of an hourglass, pinned to her right armband.
Theme Song:

[User]
Mikahiel Zephyros
When the centaur mentioned how care free they both were Mikahiel gave a agreed nod with a smile. But as she mentioned "soul mates" he gave a light hearted chuckle. As they began to move, his long legs casually striding as he did so, and she asked him about himself he lowered his chin and gave a smirk. The mild air and clouded skies felt like riding on a calm sea as a storm brewed silently over head.

He breathed in the smell of the city and its fragrances was vastly different from the salt water mist. He sighed. He was eager to tell his past but he could not find the words to express the vibrancy he felt. The calmness, the normalcy of being within a city felt very peculiar to him. His gaze on the centaur was a pleasant one like any other woman. It was more than indifference he seemed genuinely intrigued.

"I.." He began.
 "Am an artist. But my days have been full of sights across the lands. I would say we do share similar souls." He placed his hands behind his back as he walked with his head up high.
"It was only a few weeks ago I was on a ship. On my travels I have met many different creatures and people. I may appear like a common man but I am far from one." He gave her a sharp glance before being interrupted by a courier.

He was handed a letter and read it within a brief moment. He stopped midway to their destination to do this. People walking by and around the two. His blue eyes looked up to see the castle in the distance.
"I see. So I have work to do it seems." It put the letter away and nodded a thank you to the courier.
He looked over to Aisha. For her reaction to her letter before continuing onward.

[Assistant]
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Rathe Grey & Chiya!
Location: Hyall, Drunken Unicorn Inn, Realm of Terreille

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Interacting With: @Mega Birb

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Rathe was idle in the bar, looking about here and there for any sign of why he was brought to this city of for his next step, but also to keep a weary eye on his little brother. The wolf pup having a habit about getting himself into sticky situations without even realizing it. Though at this point, it seemed like the majority of the crowd had clear good intent. Several patrons feeding him bit of their meals and giving kind words as he passed, trying to meet as many new faces as he could. Though it ended at a rather particular looking girl. Dress in black and her body open to the world she had an air about her and something about it bothered Rathe. Like a worry that she was dangerous, though perhaps not ill minded given that Chiya appeared to like her attention. Woofing down the offerings of food that she gave and he certainly loved the scratches that the strange woman gave in droves. Rolling around on the floor he didn't seem like he could get happier.

Though it was at that point his attention was stolen from him as he was approached by a somewhat frightened individual who seemed very tepid to come close to him. Yet he did and before long he presented a letter saying that it was for him specifically despite only being in the city maybe an hour. After the message was retrieved he watched the messenger leave to ensure that he was making true on his escape. When he was gone Rathe opened up the letter to read something quiet disturbing. While the messenge sounded friendly in tone and design, it was what she knew that disturbed Rathe the most. He'd only been in the city an hour, yet she knew exactly where he was and that he had brought a small party with him. The capabilities of finding things out with this Heketah person was both astounding and bothersome. What else did she know?

Regardless his thought process was interrupted by Chiya scampering back over to him and instantly speaking up, "Big brother! Big brother! I found this person and they are nice, but I need your help! She gives food to say hello and I don't want to be rude, so I want to give her food! But I don't have food because I ate it... So I need you to give me soemthing to give her!" He cheerily chimed up, leaping up onto a chair and then onto the table to bite at Rathe's prepared plate, snagging what looked like a rib with a bit of meat on it as he turned to look at the strange woman. Chiming up once again, "Here this is for you!" He said, sitting down, but leaning forwards to get closer to the woman in black at the edge of the table.

Though clearly unable to understand as she addressed him next. Asking and knowing about the message as she had her own nearby. It would appear that they were in the same boat and destined to head to the same tailor. Though Rathe had no intention of heading there. His armor was his dress clothes and that was what he would wear. "I won't be going. I already have my clothes." He said powerfully and strongly, leaving his intentions simple and putting his mind out on the table for her to see clearly. He wasn't a man that liked to beat around the bush. Though as he continued to sit there as the woman seemed to be providing attention to her bust, Chiya was getting dangerously close to falling off the table as he tried to reach the woman with his offering. "He wants you to take the bone. Something about saying hello. Take the bone." He continued, ending with what almost sounded like an order at the end, though that was mostly just bleed off from his job title. Regardless, Chiya kept leaning over the edge of the table to try and get the bone to the woman.

However, even as he was making his offering he spoke up again, "Big brother! I don't have clothes! I need to look good to meet a queen! Let's go and get some! We can go with the nice lady!" He continued only to get a grumble and retort from Rathe, "We will not go. There is no need." But shortly following that followed what could only be described as a five plus minute story on how Chiya needed to look good before he went to the castle, and that the woman really needed to take the bone. To which Rathe grumbled again, "We will go to your tailor woman. But first, take the bone and what is your name." He said, still very soundly, but also more like he was making a statement than asking a question.

[User]
Location: Castle, Unknown

"If you were really sorry you wouldn't be like them." Taiah growled as the man stood in place. Hands hiding from sight making her feel uneasy. The tigress' claws wormed their way from their sheathed position, magic layering upon of them in order to strengthen them, just in case something was about to happen. Instantly the animal regretted being correct. The branch shook in placed making standing harder to do, her grey eyes darting to see what was causing it, only to be forced downwards. The female forced her figure upwards quickly as her claws slashed at the humans. Some of the attacks seemed to have hit them and some seemed to missed before the nets were placed on top of them. Everything else just seemed to blur together.

The rattling of the cages told the tigers that they were moving, yet Taiah's proud figure was curled into a ball. Shivers ran throughout her body as they were repeatedly picked up making the lingering thought of death that much closer. The scent of wolves just added to the fear and shock. Though when the moving and the smells seemed to lessen the tigress seemed to return to semi normal. She looked at Niji as her figure shakily stood. " We need to get out of here now. Any plans?"

[Assistant]
While Isa's attempts at seducing the taller man failed, quite spectacularly at that, he did duck into a conversation with someone. It seemed to be him talking to himself for awhile and looking somewhat annoyed, though her attention was soon pointed to the bone being held out to her by the wolf pup. While she was initially confused between the man's bluntness and how distractable the canine seemed, it was quickly cleared up as he said to take the bone again. The Widow reached out with her left hand and took the bone, looking it over as her face twisted in disgust. "Good lord... they're cooking meat way past it's prime here," she mumbled, turning the bone over several times and only addressing the man's question after she snapped out of her examination.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Isadora. Yourself?" She slipped the bone into her belt and nodded a thank you to the dog, turning on her heel and walking for the exit. "Come with me, we'll talk as we walk." She reached behind her and beckoned for the man to follow, finger curling elegantly as she walked for the door. As per usual, her hips swayed seductively as she went, and a hand was placed on the door and pushed it open. With a smile that screamed for him to follow, she disappeared into the streets of Hyall.