[System]
"Our relationship is strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less."
Age:
24
Sex:
Female
Height:
5'7" – 170cm.
Weight:
132lbs – 60kg
Role:
Anselmo Ranger
Skills:
Survival Expert - Growing up in an Outpost Village has equipped Spook with the abilities to subsist and live in the Outlands.

Concealed Weapons Expert - Spook has done extensive training with SMGs and pistols, rendering her used to their recoils and firing patterns.

Duelist - A virtuoso in swordplay, Spook is highly experienced with sharp, handheld weapons. Namely swords and knives.
Weaponry:
Monomolecular Sword – A single-edged sword, designed to prove that the blade is still a valid weapon in today's world. Theoretically, it can cut through anything. In practice, it can cut through a lot of things, but concrete is about it's limit.

Fusilaut 113 - A PDW designed after the Apocalypse, it's lightweight and internally suppressed to hide someone's presence in the field. Suppressor technology has not advanced to total silence and is still quite loud.

M2271 "Nailgun" – The workhorse of handguns, the M1911, has been reinvented following the Apocalypse. While bulkier, the M2271 has proved cost efficient to produce and beyond reliable, much like it's predecessor.
Equipment:
Traveler's Cloak - A thick, black and yellow cloak that's resistant to most types of weather. Provides great insulation against the cold.

Breathing Apparatus - A gas mask that covers the entire head, protecting Spook's identity. Provides protection against harmful gasses, radiation, and whatnot.

Leatherbound Journal – A simple journal bound in brown leather, complete with a clasp on the side. It is assumed that there's also some kind of writing implement to go with it.
Backstory:
Spook has given this as her straightest response to her history.

She was born in the outpost village of West Stonewall to a Seer of a mother and a Guardian for a father. She grew up with a rough start which made her adapt to the life of the wilderness, which explains her pension for doing exceptionally well in survival scenarios. She went to school with a small group of seven other kids, they were all really close. This was confirmed by one of the other survivors of the town, Damien Wiel. They used to go on hunts together in their teenage years. It was during one of these hunts that she was disfigured, which explains why she wears the mask. If it's as bad as she's described it, it's understandable why she wears it.

Moving on, she says she came to Anselmo following the destruction of West Stonewall by two bear-like beasts. She's described the attack in great detail. She had been washing the dishes after her family had eaten dinner as the ground started to shake. She rushed to the window to find what was essentially two giant, furry lumps coming over the horizon, and she knew immediately what was happening. She ran to grab one of the guns the family kept in the house, which ended up being the Jericho she still has to this day, found everyone, and took off running. Due to the fact that it was an outpost village, there were only two casualties in the attack, though it was still an experience for something that large to come after your livelihood. Some of the refugees left for other villages to either warn the inhabitants or find new places to live. The rest, obviously including Spook, made a pilgrimage to Anselmo and integrated into the city almost seamlessly. Most of the survivors became either Guardians or Rangers. She was sixteen at the time.

She took a job in a bakery for four years until the execution of a convicted witch by the name of Victoria Reikarn. This employment was confirmed by Syphax Aquilus, owner of the establishment, and he said he was sad to see her go. Why she chose to become a Ranger then is unknown, maybe her wanderlust had kicked in at twenty, or maybe she had a hunger to return to the outlands where she had once lived. Quite frankly, we don't care though. She's done exceptional work in the field so far, and we have every intention to hang onto her.

A note on the execution, she was just as transfixed by the loss of life as everyone else present, though she seemed oddly quiet given the atmosphere of a party.

One thing stands out in particular about a single mission, she was the lone survivor of something. All the Rangers got for a report was that something terrible descended on the group and she was powerless to stop it. She's refused to tell more on the matter and walled herself off for about a week before she went back into the field.

Beyond this, all there is is rumors. One states that she slaughtered an entire village of Wild Ones that posed a threat to an outpost, another says that she saved part of the Port District from a pack of rabid dogs. One even says she exposed several corrupt politicians in the Civil District, and while they turned out to be taking bribes, there's no evidence connecting her to the case. One thing is for sure, though. She's seen as a paragon by the people, despite coming across as a pariah.
Wish:
To reclaim the wilderness and send the Other back to the Other.
Trauma:
Watched helplessly as her old team was killed by a terrible monster. She's become even more silent than usual since then.

[User]
Isis Nasri

Indeed, the best thing to do right now was to wait and observe, she knew a lot about that, after all, she was a scout.
Isis could only watch. There were an unbelievable amount of Wild Men. Much more than she had ever seen before. They were practicing some kind of complex ritual, with big totems, monster parts & etc. She couldn't see very well what was happening due to the sheer number of wild men that were there, but it seemed to be some type of sacrificial ritual.

"I hate to use these..." she said to herself, reaching for a pocket on her stealth suit and grabbing her special night/thermal goggles. They would be able to zoom in enough to make her see things better.

"Its... Unbelievable!" she said, changing it to normal vision.

"There are so many wild men down there that the thermal vision shows only a big orange circle..." she said, still finding it hard to believe in what she was seeing.

The first thing that caught her interest when she zoomed in though, was that the pillar of light was... somehow absorbing blood. The blood from the sacrifices were literally being drawn to it, like a magnet.
To make things worse, the sacrifices weren't clean or painless, but exactly the opposite. They were gruesome and lengthy. Despite that, all the sacrifices seemed to walk to their death willingly. Going as far as enduring the pain and standing still during the act.

"What is that?" she whispered to herself, not believing what she was seeing. She could only sit and watch.

"Are they... feeding the pillar with blood? What is happening?" she asked, trying to understand that bizarre scene.

Isis was still speechless when Jake said for them to move closer. The pillar of light had faded already, and the wild men were leaving. On the center of the crater, a strange obsidian monument stood there.

"I... I wont lie to you guys... I'm still trying to understand all this..." she said, with a smile on her face.

"I know I shouldn't be like that... But its so freaking exciting! I'm so curious!" she said, with an almost childish glow on her eyes.

Oddly enough, it was an obsidian statue, and not a meteorite. Having around 30 meters, the statue was simply too big to be made by the wild men, and the crated was proof that that thing came from above. Perhaps the strangest thing was that it had the image of a dragon. And amongst all the monsters that were invading Anselmo, dragons weren't one of them.

"Ok... I have no idea on what the hell is this!" she said, getting closer to the statue, almost touching it as she jumped around it, inspecting every nook and cranny of it. Bastet was also rather curious about it, but instead of getting close to it like Isis, she was walking around it, sniffing the ground near it. Ironically enough, Bastet seemed to be more cautious than Isis herself.

"Its awesome isn't it?" she said, noting the many weird aspects of that statue.

"Are you feeling the same thing as me? I feel like this thing is attracting me. No! Its not just my curiosity, I mean literally attracting me, almost like its pulling my body to it." she said, looking to her own reflex on the stone obelisk. Her own reflection was just standing there, in front of her, almost like it was calling her to touch it, extending her hand.
It wasn't only her own curiosity. There was something very, very strange with that stone. Maybe if it was another person, they wouldn't have touched it, but Isis' natural curiosity to the statue made it impossible for her to resist.
Isis simply walked forward, slowly extending her hand to touch her own reflection. Now that Isis was almost in the same pose as her 'reflection' the black obsidian felt almost like a dark mirror, reflecting her image perfectly, both the reflection and herself with their hands extended, touching the stone.

[Assistant]
Rig couldn't see well what was going on down there. He had no way of zooming in on the details, but from the words of his group he was pretty okay with it. He wouldn't have enjoyed the grisly scene anyways. As things died down, and the crowd began to disperse Rig still had no words. He honestly felt quite small from this whole situation. The people who were his teammates seemed more acclimated to the situation, then there was the sheer size of the wild-men group, and of course the unearthly light/obelisk.

As they descended in surprising safety down to the thing, Rig felt his skin electrify and his guts churn. The air was thick with this thing. Whatever it was, it carried more life in it than any stone Rig had heard of. There wasn't a massive amount of detail in it's form, and yet it's gravity outstripped that. This thing was defined like a knife in this world, cutting it's way into it. It was smooth and glossy, yet felt almost sharp and coarse. More than tangible it drew them in, and yet it felt so otherworldly and non-existent.

"Yeah I do machines not spooky dragon rocks, i'm keeping my distance."

He stood back, despite the obvious tug towards the thing. His sense of self-preservation and ties to this world, kept him making a bubble between that. That...thing. He sighed through his teeth, standing near Bastet. Nervous about it, yet preferring the hellbeast over the dragon stone. He looked back just in time to see Isis touch the stone, and even before what came next his heart dropped.

Why would she do that?

[User]
Pulling out his scope he looked down into the crater, rather disgusted by what he saw. It wasn't that he cared about the Wild Men, he didn't see why he should, but rather at the brutality they were using towards their false idols. It sickened him. He began to wonder if this is what it truly was like back in the ancient times because the longer he stared the more he felt like it was.

"If any of you don't mind I would much rather keep pressing on..." He suggested until Jake told them to wait to which he shook his head.

"Fine..." A grimace met his mouth as he continued to look down into the crater. Some of the others spoke up, with Matt sarcastically suggesting hookers without a condom was safer than going towards the massive obsidian like structure to which Nathan chuckled and nodded.

"Heheh yeah, while playing Russian roulette. I saw if we survive this we give Russian roulette a try, might bring us back from the insanity, heheh." Nate quipped. As they neared it the hair on Nathan's back began to stand, he could feel it through the skin and it seemed the Duvari he was on could feel it too as it started to seem a bit skittish. But as they neared it Nathan looked up at it. It was massive, beautiful in design but with such an eerie presence he dared not go near it and mostly everyone agreed, save for Nasri. As she grew close, Nate bolted for Nasri.

"Goddammit don't touch it!" As he moved in for he extended his arm out in an attempt to grab her and move away.

[Assistant]
Jake gave the order to move in on the center of the crater, to which Spook answered by drawing her PDW and descending in ahead of the others. As she got closer and closer, she could feel the energy radiating off of the statue... it felt familiar, almost like a comfortable bed coaxing a weary traveler into a restful sleep. She could tell though, that the metaphorical bed had nails propped up under the comforter. "Guys, I'm telling you, I have a very bad feeling about this." Her right hand flexed around the grip of her gun, index finger pressing into the side of it to avoid accidentally spraying down the crew.

As they got even closer, the feeling of welcoming dread only grew stronger, like it was trying to get Spook to expose something about herself. Given the origin of the obelisk, she knew what it wanted, and she felt determined to do anything but give it the satisfaction. The conversation about stupid stuff people would do before touching the thing came up, and the enigma felt the need to contribute by taking her sidearm in her left hand, lowering the Fusilaut and facing Nate. "We can play that with my Jericho, long as someone else goes first." A grim chuckle sounded as she dropped the handgun back into its holster, sealing with a click around it. She then turned back around and looked at the black, glassy statue in time to see her copy staring back at her.

In eerie silence, it reached up to its face and started pulling at straps, removing the gas mask that covered her face and revealing the mystery of what lies below. Underneath was a girl with green eyes, beautiful brown hair, and a soft, unmarred face, to which Spook felt the need to lower her weapons. She couldn't tell why, but the reflection was influencing her somehow, like it wanted her to own up to something. She had an idea of what, though she wasn't about to. In response, she simply shook her head, though the action directed her eyes to Isis' hand, currently in contact with the rock. A level of fear gripped her heart as the realization came of what the contact could carry, and something just barely purple flared underneath her mask. "ISIS NO!" She reached out to grab her elbow and pull her away.


[System]
| Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end |

Personality

Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, Fiona is a quiet girl who prefers to keep to herself. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she is open to talk to just about anyone should she be open to conversation. The few times she does choose to talk she tends to keep things short. Still, she has a surprisingly positive deposition with an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations.

Despite her quiet and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her thoughts properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking an odd delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.

Appearance

Standing at an average height of 5"5', Fiona is a girl with fair skin and long, white hair. Her big, blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a youthful look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions composed. Even when caught off guard her mannerisms remain perfect. Her clothing leans towards simple colors that don't draw much attention.

"I'll do my best."

| N a m e: |
Fiona Myrsina Schnee
| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |
n/a Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company Vacuan Sector
| G e n d e r: |
Female
| A g e: |
17
| Kingdom of Origin: |
Vacuo / Atlas
| Race: |
Human
| History: |
There isn't much in her life that Fiona would consider notable. She considered her life boring and often dreamed of meeting her knight in shining armor who would whisk her away to a better life, though reality liked to remind her that her fantasies remained strictly in her head. Still, she knew how to keep her head low and avoid attention--all she needed to do was make sure she never drew any unneeded attention. Of course, she couldn't even do that right, and the first and only time she had ever dared to speak up resulted in regret, making her wonder if it was even worth it. She was shipped over to Shade and told to that if she couldn't learn her place then she would need to make her own path. Despite multiple apologies, she was brushed off, the path of a huntress being the only thing she could take.
| Semblance: |
None Schnee Glyphs
| Weapon and Fighting Style: |
Crystal Dream [DBCU]

A Dust Bolt Crossbow Umbrella built to her specifications.

Fiona's style comes off as flashy, though she insists its the dust she uses. The constitution of her weapon is much stronger than it looks, its versatility playing into her ability to adapt. She is flexible in her range, albeit has leaned into keeping her enemies at a distance recently.
| Strengths and Weakness: |
✓ Agile
✓ Composed
✓ Knowledgeable on different types of dust and its usages
✓ Can get dust at will at any time
✕ Low constitution
✕ Little experience fighting people
✕ Relies on dust for battles
✕ Questionable heritage
| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |
Passiveness.
| Miscs : |
TBA

[User]
---

 So that was that, for now, Veloce, with a flick of his wrist, compacted his weapon into its portable state, and hooked it onto his belt, though it was out of sight now given the hooks were on the back of his trousers. Returning his hands to his coat pockets, the easy going smile remained faintly in place while Boss chattered on about evaluations and such. Shortstop got the worst of it, figuratively speaking, the man continuing to drill that whole teamwork angle of a, well, team of huntsman! Not much to be said for Snipes or himself though, apparently, then again he wasn't exactly in a position most of that back and forth to really get stuck in proper so he wasn't going to sweat it too much. Boss probably would have plenty to chatter on about as things progressed. Better teamplay but work was needed on aura enhancement. Right, that, though he offered a light shrug and remarked as a whole now that the man was done on the evaluation part of the spiel. "I suppose that means Shortstop needs to not take 'stepping stones to greatness' quite as literally in the future, eh?"

 Why'd they want to become Hunters? Well, now that was an interesting question and, despite his first gut instinct being 'lie through his teeth', of course Mr. Ego beat him to prattling on about power and something about the facts of life in this lovely waste they called home. Oh, and killing Grimm and seeing someplace that wasn't all sand all the time. Veloce grinned a bit at that remark, seems Mr. Ego really did double down on his general demeanor after all. Hated the idea of power coming from spiteful survival, but hated Grimm even more. Rather roundabout way of going 'gotta kick ALL the ass', but Veloce wasn't going to mince words about it. "What, you don't love what we have the most of? The fact its course, rough, and gets everywhere? Can't imagine not wanting to live with it all day!"

 "Now, as for me, normally this would be the part where I spin some bullshit fairy tale story about how I was bailed out from bandits at a young age by a huntsman passing through, mentoring while he was around, and following in his footsteps since in spite of the folks thinking it was a damn fool venture. That the old man of a Huntsman had gone and left some young buck starry eyed and eager to take on the world. But, since Boss said no fairy tales or bullshit, I regret to inform you its true. Got bailed out by a Huntsman and I intend to make good on that, and give the folks back home something to chew on instead of their own disbelief." Veloce, of course, made the whole thing sound ridiculous given his tone, doubly so given the fact that Auron had flat out said no bullshit or stories, but left just enough of a tone of bemusement that the other huntsman to be could find it unbelievable and he was just being a ridiculous Faunus making a mild mockery of the whole song and dance again. He shot Auron a loose grin, telling the honest truth in spite of his tone and general demeanor, and closed with one more remark.

 "Either way, this first day sure beats the hell out of that awful 'Introduce yourself and one interesting fact' song and dance, eh?"

[Assistant]
Kohaku

There was a level of satisfaction to be had as Kohaku's plan came to fruition—the wave on the right were unable to break through her earthen barrier, and countless of their number must have fallen to the torrent of flames that followed. Enough that it made them break and retreat back into the darkness from whence they came. That much surprised her; she had figured that the creatures of Grimm were mindless enough that they would have continued trying to charge through the barricade until she had burnt the last of them to ash. Disconcerting as their tactical awareness was, it was clear enough that her team had prevailed in the conflict as she scanned the left flank to see a similar state of withdraw.

Of course, their trials weren't exactly over just because they had stemmed the tides of Beowolves. As dark miasma began leaking from the slumped corpses pinned against the roof and those beyond, Kohaku brought her scarf up to cover her nose and mouth. Their supervisor informed them of the dangers the substance posed if inhaled, and it spurred the Faunus into action. Another mechanical thunk came from her staff as she cycled through to another, as of yet unused canister and leveled it towards the encroaching fumes. A pale white glow encircled the projector at the tip of her weapon, and a strong gust of wind followed. She directed it first down the right passage, blowing away the wispy black fog in her immediate area before turning it down the left, allowing the gust to wash over her team mates harmlessly while also dispelling the remnants of their battle.

Once she was content that it had been properly disposed of, she returned her staff to its resting position, rested against her shoulder to make balancing the unwieldy head most manageable. There wasn't exactly much to be said in this case, and so the girl chose to observe, watching as their instructor warily eyed the creeping tendrils that made the walls of the bunker their host. Staring at the vein-like flesh reminded her of the ill-fated Dust Devils and their complaints. Of sounds from within the ramparts.

"We should avoid being too close to the walls as we go deeper." She suggested, although she couldn't well explain to them why. Nivea probably had a better idea than she did of whatever kept the men who once called this place home up at night.

"Just in case."

[User]
---

This was Rio's first battle against the Grimm. No fantastical story or training dummy could have ever prepared him for the rush of adrenaline that he had felt just now. The tactics of teammates and his own quick trigger finger had seemingly won them the fight. No one was visibly hurt and, after inspecting himself for bite marks, he could include himself in that count. Yet, his heart was still racing even as the creatures in front of him started to dissolve from their fierce, monstrous figures into a shapeless ooze that looked like it belonged at the bottom of a saloon spit bucket.

A sigh of relief would soon escape Rio's tensed body as it became clear that they had repelled the initial wave of Grimm but his fingers were still frozen in place as he gripped his weapon. Instead of easing his hold, his hands merely kept shaking even as he actively made an effort to relax. Soon enough, he had resorted to a few full breaths but this would come to a halt upon hearing Nivea's caution against the apparently toxic air. In his sudden panic, Rio instinctively covered his nose with his right forearm while rummaging through his pockets with his free hand for the kerchief that his mother prepares for his daily wardrobe. At least his vise on The Boatman's Due had loosen.

Finally covering his mouth with his makeshift mask, Rio had to focus and inform his companions on the strict timetable that his Semblance had given him. "I'm all fer sticking away from walls but we need t' move if we wanna catch 'em." Protected by the thin strip of fabric and against the caution of their handler, Rio would take another deep breath to focus in on the runaway targets. A clayish rouge of energy would manifest and envelop itself around him as the distant pitter-patter of water droplets hitting the unlit distant ground of the abandoned bunker became as thunderous as a roaring river to the Huntsman-in-training. "My Semblance is tellin' me that they're less than a click away - I'll resume takin' point."

Again, Rio's impatience would not wait for any possible objections from his team. They had a mission that needed to be accomplished and standing around this dark pit waiting to get ambushed again was not gonna get results. He would resume his earlier brisk pace once more, advancing towards the darkness in pursuit of the Grimm he managed to mark earlier.

[Assistant]
Saffron Rupalfeather

---

With the Grimm on the retreat, Saffron was satisfied that she had done an efficient job defending her side of the intersection - with Rio helping, of course. It definitely wasn't an easy battle, however; Whilst she had a little experience fighting the Grimm within primarily controlled training environments, the real thing definitely told her that despite how realistic the trainings had been at Signal they had definitely been holding back. The Signal Grimm had been fierce, but out in the real world, Grimm were ferocious. And whilst she was proud that she had managed to hold back the Grimm with her teammates, Saffron was also relieved about that fact. Hopefully things continued to be as successful as they were now.

Saffron's eyes fixed upon a corpse of one of the fallen Grimm, observing the black smoke that was rising from it. Whilst it was interesting, the Faunus took care to follow Nivea's advice and try not to breathe in the smoke. Though, within a closed environment like this, Saffron wondered if it would soon become impossible to avoid doing so. She could see why Huntsmen would have such a problem clearing a nest, particularly in even more dangerous environments than this one. If they happened to get locked in by the degraded environment, either by collapse or mechanical failures in places such as this, she wondered what the consequences be, if it wasn't an ending of death.

Taking a glance to Kohaku as she spoke, Saffron offered the girl a nod of agreement. "Good call," Saffron replies, shuffling herself to be more along the centreline of the room. She was, however, bothered by Rio's sudden wish to press on at speed - and slightly bothered by the fact that he was telling them that the Grimm were less than a click away. "Less than a kilometer? How big is bunker anyways?" She asks, starting to face Nivea, before reconsidering and turning back to the front. "Never mind, I don't want to know." She adds, starting to pursue Rio, mostly so that he wasn't running off on his own ahead of them.

[User]
The return of silence wasn't exactly comforting--Fiona half expected something else to jump out at them if they dropped their guard for even a second. Fiona backed away from the black smoke, double-checking her ammo. She did her best to be as efficient as possible, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't wasted a few shots. The Grimm moved faster than she anticipated; she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. The last thing she wanted was to end up being a burden on the team. Or worse--she'd end up being the weak point.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as a strong guest of wind blew away the smoke. Letting out a sigh of relief, she figured she should get her head back in the game. "Thank you, Kohaku," Fiona thanked her first and foremost. At least that was one less thing to worry about. Rio was eager to take point again, with his semblance revealing that there were, of course, more Grimm. She seemed to have the same thought as Saffron as the girl expressed curiosity on how big the bunker was.

"Regardless of the distance, it's best to stay on guard," She decided to remind them, taking her spot after Saffron. "This bunker seems to have been built some time ago, so there should still be a distance before reaching the depths of where the Grimm would house themselves."

After a brief pause of thought, she added, "Whatever Rio senses is likely a wandering group. Let's stay in formation as we proceed."


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

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At the mention of an abandoned Mechanicum storage house being just half a click from there location, Andromedai pulled her data-pad from its small metal compartment that was attached to the armor on her left hip. It quickly turned itself on and a satellite image of the surrounding area now shown upon its screen. "You are correct, Adrainne, I can see the storage house you are talking about. Though there is no way we can be entirely sure that the Mechanicum storage house is actually abandoned, be prepared to retake the building if the Orks have moved in." Andromedai placed her data-pad back into its compartment, then stepped out of the bunker and into the open rain, while doing her best to avoid all the random debris and rough terrain that the artillery strikes had created. "Should not take us much time at all to reach the Mechanicum storage house, keep your eyes open for any movement, not that I think the Orks have any possible way to ambush us, they make way to much noise for something like that to ever happen." Even so, Andromedai kept her senses on high alert.

"Once we arrive at the supposedly abandoned Mechanicum storage house, I want the Servo Skulls ready to go in five minutes Vala." This was the only thing that Andromedai said on the entire walk, there was nothing else to say, for her at least. She would merely listen to the others chat away, and would silently think to herself.

After around a half an hour of walking through the streets of the city, and using whatever cover they could find to mask their movements, the abandoned Mechanicum storage house came into view. From the outside, everything seemed normal, there were no signs of the Orks here, and the building stood in terrific shape. That still didn't mean there were not any Orks inside, but at the moment, they seemed to be in the clear.

Quickly Moving to the main door of the abandoned Mechanicum storage house, Andromedai prepared to breach the building with weapons drawn and finger on trigger. If there were any threats, she would have a quick and clear shot on them. When the door was kicked in and the room sweeped, she found it empty and secure. "Building is clear, get in here and start working on that Servo-Skull, Vala." Andromedai lowered her weapon and motioned for the squad to get to work. "I want to be moving again in five minutes, do what you all need to do and let's get this assignment over with so we can move forward with the primary objective." In the meantime, Andromedai found herself pacing back and forth through the abandoned Mechanicum storage house, planing their next move, once the anti-aircraft weapons where taken care of.

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*Sigh* "More walking... "

Behind her mask, Adrianne let out an audible sigh.

This reminded her far too much of the less-glamorous sides of being attached to an Imperial Guard regiment, and not a proper one like the higher motorized-regiments of Armageddom's Steel Legion, no! More like the backwards ones who seemed unable to understand the merits of motorized vehicles, which meant that there was an ungodly amount of "walk this" or "walk there" and sore feet. None of which she really missed!

That was, until her eyes rested on what she had originally assumed to be a piece of scrap nearby.

"What's this I wonder... !"

Adrianne eyed the Orkish warbike for a moment where it laid on its side in a puddle of dirt. It was covered in green blood mixed with mud, and its ramshackle plates were scorched with shrapnel fire. But, looks aside, it appeared for all intents and purposes perfectly in order - as far as Ork vehicles could go!

Pulling the unnecessarily heavy bike up from the mud, Adrianne carefully brushed some green gore and a dead gretchin off the seat before motioning for the rest of the group!

"Hmm... you guys go ahead - I'll be right behind. I just got some Psyker business to do!"

*

As the group arrived at the Mechanicum Storage house, Adrianne's arrival behind them would be announced by a thunderous roar of an oversized bike engine as the Psyker could be seen come riding out of the rain - her long white, wet ponytail flickering behind her in the air!

Small sparks of fire were occasionally spat out of the double twin-linked exhaust pipes attached to either end of the warbike, and the entire structure of the bike shook with the tremor of the large engine! The oversized wheel wobbled sideways as it ploughed through mud and spraying large fonts of water in every direction! All in all it was nothing short of a miracle how the entire piece of junk that vaguely represented a bike held itself together at all!

As she drove up towards the group, she even followed them inside; the large gothic archways of the storage depot giving more than enough room for even the bike to fit in.

More specifically, Adrianne would drive up next to Vala, giving the group's techno-heretic a very peculiar stare through her mask; and addressing her specifically.

"And look what I found! Still functional!" Adrianne exclaimed, making absolutely no attempt to hide the pride in her voice as she patted the bike's handles and the twin-linked Ork guns attached to the top of it.

Their triggers were located at the gas handles, though how one would ever aim them to have a realistic chance of hitting something Adrianne had still not managed to figure out. Perhaps aiming was never a part of the equation. Yet for whatever purpose they might serve, they still added to the vehicle's rustic look!

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Ansgar turned his head to address the Apothecary as he spoke at a brief length towards the Greenskins in general, the Krieger having apparently said something funny that elicited a response from the Space Marine. A barely audible sigh could be heard at the mention of a gestalt field related to psykers, did any Xenos threat not have needless connection to something that complicated matters? Between this Ork gestalt field and Tyranid hive minds, he was now two for two on xenos threats that had been faster at detecting and communicating problems than the Imperial forces. "Gestalt fields? Reminds me of a lesser Tyranid Hive Mind..." His regiment had been briefed on the Tyranid threat before his first deployment against real enemies of Man, as much good as that did, but those thoughts would be saved for another time. The Krieger did move forward under the blow that was akin to a friendly slap, glancing at the back of the power armored warrior as he walked forward.

Falling in step, the Krieger could only pray to the Emperor that, whatever the Psyker had planned, would not be gathering needless amounts of attention and trouble for them. The rest of their trip to the abandoned facility was quiet, though before the mercenary could set to work on the servo skulls, the sound of an Orkish engine made him reach into his bag, producing a krak grenade before spotting the tell tale signs of Adrianne on an Orkish warbike. How it had survived its owner's death, been in a shape that the psyker could figure out, and survived riding out here to the facility was frankly beyond him. But he was not pleased with the fact that she could have very well led Orks straight to their position, and watched her comment on having found it functional. Found it like a Ratling found supplies, more like. "I suppose she has more in common with the Orks than initially thought." Letting that comment hang in the air, he turned to watch the way she came in, taking cover and scanning for any threats that might approach chasing the engine noise.


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* Age: 19
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Similar in stature to her MG form below, however her hair is black, and falls to her shoulder blades. She also wears a pair of standard, black-rimmed glasses.
* Personality:
A playful trickster who professes a wisdom beyond her years, Himeko maintains a cheerful demeanour, though she also tends to keep others at arms length. Himeko has a penchant for playing little tricks with acquaintances or especially other magical girls, but is also more than willing to sit and talk if it avoids a fight - at first.
Himeko maintains that she is nothing more than a neutral force, gleefully proclaiming that the only trustworthy magical girl on the planet is herself. Himeko also denies being anything related to a defender of the weak, or a saviour of justice, or anything romanticised as that - she is simply a hard-working girl, trying her best to make things work out, instead of relying on nebulous higher powers to fix things. Yet she's also fighting for the sake of this wish...
Despite her claims, Himeko is hardly a villain. She won't stand for abhorrent acts, and will do all in her power to remove a threat, in the unfortunate event a more qualified fighter isn't nearby. Perhaps she's simply trying to quell her more charitable nature.
* Skills: Is a fine cook, can quickly learn to identify most peoples' needs, and a self-proclaimed trap master.
* Brief Backstory: Coming from a family that maintains the town's shrine, Himeko has assisted in duties since she was ten-years old. Although she doesn't mind the work, her initial enthusiasm that came with serving the gods, and helping to grant smiles to the townspeople, soon eroded when she witnessed the seemingly typical behaviour of most townsfolk; pray for some sort of miracle fox to a problem, then see them return a month or so later, yelling their demands for an explanation as to why nothing changed. Having witnessed similar outcomes so often throughout the years, Himeko began to wonder if people were really just lazy and useless on their own, relying too much on others to succeed. It certainly soured her perception of things.
Four years ago, she was visited by a fairy. This was surprising. Even more so when the fairy offered to give her magical powers to use as she wished. It was certainly a difficult proposition to ignore, even if it seemed too good. But it'd be a waste of an encounter if she just rejected the magic-granting fairy, wouldn't it?
* Magical Girl Appearance: It's just a bubble pipe, honest. In this form, her hair becomes a fine mixture of blonde and orange, her eyes taking on a yellow hue. She also grows small fangs.
* Concept: Fox
* Archetype: Tamamo-no-Mae
* Abilities:
The main gimmick of Himeko's magical powers come from her 'tails'. When she transforms, Himeko will start with one tail, and every nine minutes more will grow. To be more accurate, Himeko is creating another magical wand, which she then shrouds in a mystical veil that gives the illusion of another tail. Nine tails is her limit, at which point she is exponentially more powerful, offsetting her relative weakness in her base state.
Shape-shifting: She can take on the appearance of anyone else, imitating even their voice. She can't gain tails when shape-shifted, however.
Foxfire: Her standard magic attack, a simple gout of blue flame. This becomes much more powerful and elaborate with additional wands.
Killing Stone's Curse: Himeko's (current) ultimate technique, only available once she has at least seven tails. Himeko encases herself within a round, large stone, which then emits a nauseating aura that interferes with the senses and magic of all those in her vicinity. Naturally, she is incapable of doing anything else in this form.

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For one girl, her exploration over the forest yielded little... except, perhaps, what seemed almost like an illusory glimpse of some sort of mansion...

For another, the two confused children seemed to reluctantly agree to the idea of teaming up, though it was probably less conclusive then she liked.

For yet another, the chilling sensation of being observed suddenly vanished.

And for Hoshino Hikari, she ached all over and found quite a bit to complain about.

But regardless of all of that, even magical girls had to get home at some point, or at least find somewhere to take a rest.

And thus, the first day of the Hex Night ended. Referring to it as a single night was somewhat erroneous, as the conflict between magical girls would last as long as it was required to reach a single victor.

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The Second Day

For a few moments after Hikari awakened, she felt almost as if her experience the previous night was some sort of dream. But as her mind cleared, of course, she swiftly came to understand that it wasn't the case, that every single moment of it had been real.

She really was a magical girl, and one who was now facing the prospect of participating in a battle between magical girls for the purpose of obtaining a wish.

In spite of this knowledge hanging in her mind, her daily routine began as normal. Wake up, brush her teeth, shower, get dressed, have breakfast, and get ready for her day at school.

After having breakfast and leaving her home, Hikari recalled the chatroom and opened her phone, thumbing through it. It didn't take particularly long to join, but after she had done so the petite brunette simply started quietly at the chatroom. What did you even talk about in there? Beating each other up for the Hex Night? That didn't sound very likely, at least... before she could decide on how to introduce herself, however...

"Hey, Hikari-chan!" called another girl's voice.

It was her friends, the dark-haired, average-height Yoshimura Tomoe, followed by the somewhat taller and lighter-haired Saikawa Hanako.

"Did you hear about all the weird stuff that happened last night?!" she asked, excitedly.

For a few moments, Hikari stared blankly, before coming to the realization that this was very likely in connection to the Hex Night.

But her response to Tomoe was the same as usual when it came to the girl's weird ideas.

"More ridiculous rumors, Tomoe-san?"

"They're not ridiculous!"

Hikari only tried looking at the chatroom again much later, when it was time for lunch. It was really the only opportunity she got, at that point... It seemed like trying at any other time was a bad idea for more than one reason.

@Anza@Raineh Daze@RolePlayerRoxas@Ammokkx@A Lowly Wretch@TheFake

[Assistant]
Another day had come, and as such, a young woman was tending to the shrine grounds once more. Clad in traditional miko garb, she swept at the ground with a cheerful hum, projecting the image of a shrine maiden hard at work. Not that there was any leaves to sweep away, Himeko was simply having some fun. How could she not, given all that had happened since yesterday? The unpleasantness of that purple demon's attitude aside, the young woman had met an interesting magical girl cat, had spoke with an equally intriguing girl, and had even found an impromptu roommate in little Yukimura Hanako .

Speaking of, that unfortunate girl not only had to deal with Himeko teasingly threatening to share a futon to 'help her acclimate' to her new surroundings, but since that girl was, for some reason, choosing not to go to school today, Himeko felt it necessary to ensure that girl did something productive, as payment for the kind lodgings. Hence, she was now dressed in an older maiden uniform of Himeko's she had long since outgrown, and was currently being shown how to maintain the shrine's facilities - aside from meaninglessly sweeping the broom around, Himeko had also tried convincing Hanako that the komainu statue near the offering box contained an actual divine spirit within, and blessed anyone that professed their love to it bountiful fortune and good luck forevermore.

In short, Himeko was enjoying herself a lot more than usual.

"...And that's more or less how it goes~" Himeko turned towards the much smaller girl, a playful smirk on her face as she leaned on the broom, "it's important you keep the rhythm, or it throws the shrine's spiritual energy off-balance. Easy enough to get, right~?"

Daze

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Hanako

It had been with great difficulty that Hanako had finally gotten to sleep that night, concerned that her offer to help had been more poorly received then she would have liked... and constantly on guard for the shrine maiden after her somewhat concerning offer. With the Hex Night occupying her attention and feeling unlikely to contribute on her lack of sleep, the short girl had opted against going to school--rationalising that she could just catch up on her sleep in the library somewhere and be ready when all the others were done with the day.

Unfortunately...

Well, here she was being the world's most useless shrine maiden. There was something about a divine spirit in a box that needed to be appeased, and sweeping in the right pattern else the shrine's energy would be off... and with the very real existence of magic, what if all this was true, too?

"R-Right!" the white-haired girl said, trying to remember it all. Appease the komainu... sweep the broom in the right rhythm...

Himeko was being treated to the sight of someone trying to sweep a statue's nostrils with a broom.

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggghhhh…"

Tokiko blinked. There was sun streaming through her curtains… how long had she been asleep?

She didn't remember much from after the training session last night. No, wait… Hikari had complained, and then they'd gone their separate ways. Why couldn't she be more grateful… Tokiko rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. Whatever. It's not like I care.

There was… school and stuff going on. Probably. But it didn't really matter, she didn't feel like doing anything at all right now, except maybe falling back asleep. Maybe I can just doze off all day and wake up in time for Hex Night…

So she curled up in a comfortable position, and prepared to fall back to sleep.

…

… Okay, maybe it wasn't quite so comfortable as she'd first thought. Sighing, she rolled over again, and closed her eyes.

…

…

… God damn it.

Try as she might, she couldn't get everything that had happened last night. The excitement, the danger, the thrill of meeting a girl who she sort-of maybe-got-along-with-when-they-weren't-arguing… She had no choice then. With a loud groan, she sat up and reached for her phone.

`*** User MEGA_GENIUS has entered the chat ***

[MEGA_GENIUS]: sup dorks
[MEGA_GENIUS]: anyone get KOd last night or what`

While she waited for replies to pop up, she sent out a private message as well.

`***Private Message TO User:[Destroyer]
FROM User:[MEGA_GENIUS]***

Hey
You're Sonya, right?
Did you get 'em?`

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Really, it was just downright adorable, the way little Hanako seemed to believe her blatant lies. The poor girl was trying so hard to follow the instructions given, and was now tickling at a statue's nose. With a delighted smile, the bespectacled miko reached into her haori, extracting her phone and taking a picture of the cute sight, before returning it to an internal pocket.

"Good job, Hanako-chan~" Himeko called out brightly, "your technique's flawless! Only issue is, you're massively disrespecting the gods right now! In fact... oh wow, they're kinda furious!" Himeko didn't even bother pretending to feel out the 'energy' of the shrine, simply leaning on her broom and smirking, "this is terrible, we must appease them!"

Himeko straightened her back, and pointed the end of her broom to the smaller girl, "you'll have to buy a ton of sweets immediately! Offer them to the komainu statue and beg forgiveness, and only then will their rage be quelled!"

Is this what it was like to have a little sister? Really, if this girl fell for every little tall tale, the shrine maiden was sure she'd end up adopting Hanako.

Daze


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Appearance:

Age: 15
Personality: Yeshua is far from outgoing in his nature. He is not quiet and quite parsimonious with his beliefs, almost to the point beyond reason. He values and observes a much bigger picture than some people realise, often letting him feel detached or pity those who he spends time with. He is quick to judge and often feels no guilt, but takes a keen responsibility for other people's problems, that can lead him to be viewed as either extremely polite or extremely irresponsible. The boy has many opinions which he isn't afraid of sharing, and if Yeshua feels he has been treated unjustly, will not stand for it.
Motive to live: To change his inert feeling that humanity cannot be more than just mindless apes.

Background:

Yeshua (born Joshua) was the child of Otto Horowitz, a mildly famous biologist working in the most prestigious parts of the most rich system. His mother was never mentioned to him and without someone to care for him in the home, he often spent his time alone or on the wild webs of the internet. In his father's absence, the boy grew up without influences and soon grew suspicious of him. At the age of 11, he felt the repercussions of the war when his father kept coming home from work less frequently and even more tired. He was pushed to the edge, and Joshua felt it. Taken away from his father, the boy lived in the countryside of the harsh mountains with his grandmother. Away from society, the boy could read and write, and so he did for as long as he could.

His grandmother was fond of him but held back by her principles. When he wanted to leave her and find his father, no help was given. Joshua knew he could not leave in such an isolated area and did not want to live his entire life as a farmer, as his grandmother was. He grew skeptical. He could see the convoys of military transports passing through the mountains, knowing times grew more desperate every hour. His grandmother, parent to not his father, but his mother, gave him the King James Bible and with it, in his adolescence, he studied with as much determination his father had. The wild swathes of books that had been laid out for him was not simply a mere collection by his elder; it was a gift from his father. How else could he teach Joshua the wonders of the universe?

In the middle of the night he sneaked out, only 14. The cold of the mountainside was nothing to him, as he was determined to find his father and ask him all the questions had developed in his mind. Making his way to the small village of Ungarbt, Joshua realised that he was so lost. Trying to solve these problems by himself was too difficult for him, so he went to the local police station. This is when the news struck him; his grandmother had died of a heart attack after realising he was gone.

Without any relatives and still no idea where his father was, he was sent to the one of the further-out planets, near the brewing battlefront against the Cruxi. This family was a branch of modern Judaism (they called themselves Torahts) and he learnt so much from them. It was amazing to see things from a different point of view in a different planet. His questions became more fruitful but in turn his family became to spite him, with his constant criticism that undermined their faith. In the evacuation of the planet after it was attacked, Joshua lost contact with his family in the chaos, panicking and afraid.

Hiding in a hospital building, the Cruxi drew closer. A Framework of extreme calibre attacked and saved him from the aliens, allowing him to escape onto a shuttle. This change of heart (and name), and later learning his foster family was nowhere to be seen, drove him to apply to the Framework programme. Maybe this time he could find the answers he seaked; what it meant to be human, alive and breathing.

Notable Deaths: He fears his father is dead, as long as his grandmother, his foster family and his mother.
Other things: His eyesight requires eyesight but he is clearly against it, as he thinks he can survive without the need of degrading technology. He wears contacts.

Framewerk Code Name: Anzû
Appearance:

Signature Weapon System: A large, high accuracy rifle that can shoot rather quickly, deal heavy amounts of damage but takes a long time to reload and has to be inserted manually. It energises its large, alloy slugs in a MAC chamber before firing them, piercing almost anything.

Secondary Weapon System: Two powerful flamethrowers are on each hand.
Armor Type: The frame is rather light but has some powerful armoured plates at the front protecting its limbs; on the back and at its joints it is rather exposed, while the actual plates are a shining white and covered in a protecting layer of synthesized plastic.
Special Ability: TBA

Synch Rate: 91%

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Miles was challenged by the battle weary looking young man with the Russian name. He gave a short speech about how the group need to act like military unit and seemed to get the support of a few of the younger pilots in the group. Miles tuned most of it out, his already short attention span was being tested by his unwillingness to listen to authority.

If you all want to hug and kiss on the battlefield while the cruxi flank us, then thats your issue. Whether or not you stay out of each others way is irrelevant to me but you WILL stay out of my way.

Miles' cold eyes fixed on Stukov for a moment. He knew this young man was an excellent pilot and his Framewerk was very impressive, Miles blood boiled with the excitement of competetion as he clenched his fist, but remained very still and collected. He took note of the pilots discussing formations and pair ups for the upcoming fight. Miles acknowledged Ryan Goodwell as he spoke up and wondered what the Macarbe Framewerk would be like in battle. He once again cleared his throat to speak.

I'm not apposed to the idea of pairs for the initiation though. More experience under any circumstance is for the best. The Caliburn pilot would be a good match for me and the Komodo I think.

Miles looked at Lora and nodded very subtly as a sign of respect.

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Lora had to suppress a sigh at the hostility and differences that were already brewing between the pilots present. It was as to be expected from individuals whom had each been trained separately, then expected to come together in due time. Already, too, the personal natures behind each of them were starting to cloud judgement - Miles was acting like an uppity, self righteous cynic, and the young boy, Romeo, was absolutely certain that these pilots would not be fighting each other. Elora seemed understandably nervous, given how she piloted Framewerk that was for the most part a support asset, but she too seemed quite desperate to get some support of her own in the upcoming battle.

"Miles, was it?" Lora piped up in the interlude after the determined Stukov chewed him out, "I'm not agreeing with Stukov, but let me say you should learn better. Fight to live, rather than live to fight." With a judgmental glint in her eyes, Lora stared at Miles a moment longer before returning attention to the group as a whole. How much of that Miles heard was his own problem.

"As for us all-" The female pilot began again, drowning out Elora's last few mumbles, "We're all clearly at an impasse, talking about what we think is going to happen once we step in our Framewerks." Lora was no exception herself, and so she made sure she included herself in the broad gesture she assembled. "Yeshua has a proper point. Before we go any further, let's go over what we all know to be true. "Firstly, we are all exceptional young pilots individually trained to be the best humanity has to offer, being brought together for training for how to act as a team. In less than an hour, we will be entering a battle that shall, through some unknown factors, determine which of us will become the leader of this future team. And when we each enter that combat zone, no one of us will do any less than their best."

Satisfied at her speech, Lora crossed her arms and took a sweep of the group with her vision, judging reactions. "Can we all agree those things are certain?" Following a few lines of discussion, Lora caught Miles giving her a subtle, knowing nod, a curt smile barely forming at his lips.

He knew well of her and Caliburn, Lora presumed - everyone here who had read the briefings of each pilot had to be aware of Caliburn's combat potential. The Framewerk pilot allowed her mind to wander a bit. Caliburn was undeniably fearsome, considering its full arsenal. In the battle to come, it was quite possible that a couple of the pilots would think to mark her as a first target, perhaps coming to a brief agreement amongst one another to gang up. She knew better than to predict the outcome of a battle before it happened, but from the some of the looks she was getting, it seemed likely that Caliburn was being marked as a major threat.

Lora threw a sidelong glance to Elora, and when her young eyes next came into the older pilot's vision, she gave a quick, inverted nod of recognition, before turning back.

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Koehler began speaking again as everyone else stopped, at Lora, he simply said: "Uhh. Okay? I guess.", scratching his chin. Well, that was simple. He noticed Elora in distress, and his 'instincts' began to kick in. As the others began to talk again, he tried to maneuver so he was next to her. He stood next to her and whispered,

"...I'd like to be your team-mate. You seem okay. Your framewerk was the one with the little drones? Mine is the punchy one. So in the mock we'll try to... uhh... I'll attack the guys and you help me, and patch me up? That sounds okay." He examined the others. Lora was okay, and he liked her. she seemed nice. Why is she so... wordy, though? That Ryan Goodwell guy was cool too, He supposed.

...Why does everyone have to be so... talking? Just say what you mean and do it... All of these words were beginning to confuse Koehler, who decided to just shut up and see if he could team up with Elora. ...Why was Koehler teaming up with Elora? Just because she asked and she reminds him of his sister? That's... sort of fucked up, isn't it? Is it?

Dammnit, his mother (and his sister) always taught him to be nice to women. That's what he's doing, yeah. Yeah. He spoke to Elora again, "I like Alexei myself. I hope he's going to be leader. Do you like him? You don't have to like him...". Yeah, good, good, keep it easy to understand. His slurred words probably make him sound like a fucking idiot...

No. He's doing okay. The other people like him. Yeah they do, they like him plenty. He likes most of them! "Does... that sound okay, Elora?".

[Assistant]
Friendships were now forming. The room kept becoming smaller and smaller as everyone moved together. Yeshua was not claustrophobic, but sometimes he felt like he had the condition. Everyone seemed to instantly connect with one another either silently or verbally. It had been no more than five minutes and it seemed everything that needed to be said had been. There was a foul smell in the air; fear. He could tell there was an unease in even the most stoic of the teenagers, who would even deflect a bus if it drove at them. His mind drifted for a second to his first training session.

Mud, sweat and more mud. So much more mud. Mud was filling his shoes, it was filling his feet and his face. Crawling down in the depths of a swamp gave him inspiration enough not to suffocate but not enough inspiration to put any faith whatsoever in the people who were "training" him. He was told that no expedition into the unknown could be given without their authority. It scared him that, from the very beginning, they were breaking him down and not allowing him to think on his own.

It's a war. They have to -- they need soldiers. I volunteered. This is my own grave I've dug.

Yeshua decided it was time to add some more to the conversation. It could have been in futility, but it was better to get his word thrown into the mix than nothing at all.

"Thank you, Lora. I hope you've understood what I'm trying to say. We are not on "sides" here. We are trying, and we will, save the human race. If not, then all of this is in vain. He stopped himself from being too brisk. That would cause a negative impact on the group. Everyone seemed to favour what Alexei wanted to say; Yeshua found it a shame. He was far too restricted to lead a group properly, the boy thought. We should all assume that we are going to win; and win together. If we're done introducing ourselves, I think we should describe our Frameworks.


[System]
On Earth, Mikkel Vestergaard

Age: 28

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Desseabre comes up to a height of 5'11, an inch shy of 6 feet, middling within his Moon companions. He possesses the well toned body typical of a martial fighter, a product of his active service in his homelands defense force. Typically he sports a well groomed, full head of chestnut coloured hair with a clean shaven face. When in the barracks his attire consists of a pale brown t-shirt, military slacks and combat boots, relatively lax among his fellow servicemen. He stands with a confident posture, jaw jutting and shoulders leveled, appearing to always be attentive to his surroundings.

Orb Color: A Pale Purple
Class: Spell Fencer
Class Description: The spell fencer primarily utilizes a beautiful blend of magic and swordsmanship creating a physical and mental bond between his sword and soul, resulting in a value for their versatility in combat. Rather then using spells in an offensive matter, The Fencer enchants his weapon with his desired effect allowing him to strike with a composite of steel and arcane. Preferring to engage in close combat, Spell Fencers typically arm themselves in arcane defenses to properly undertake an anti-magic role.

Class Appearance: Encased in a steel cuirass, leather boots and gauntlets with a steel guard, the rest of his apparel sports deep brown cloth to free the arms and legs to accommodate proper mobility. Various magical runes are woven into the cuirass and decorative guards to protect against the arcane arts. Desseabre's attire are worn to keep a clean professional look to him, just like the rest of his visage. He holds a Flamberge Bastard Sword, which while inactive glows the colour of his orb.

Skills: Enchant Blade, Lvl.1: The Spell Fencer inscribes his blade with the basic elements of Fire, Water and Lightning for 10 minutes.
 Spell Shield: (Passive) After being hit with a magical ability, The Spell Fencer innately retaliates with a bolt of the opposing element, if applicable. If not, the offender is struck with pure arcane.

Cross Skills:[LOCKED]

Limit Break: [LOCKED]

Inventory:
Flamberge: Desseabre's sword of choice, he is never seen without it close at hand. It spans a total of 55 inches, with a wavy blade often likened to that of a flame.
A Steel Curiass, Leather Boots and Gauntlets: Desseabre has kept the parts of him vital to a swordsman clad, the rest is defended by blade.

OOC: As my rather low post count might bring upon suspicion in my validity to participate in this roleplay, my choice to participate was spurred by my friend Leslie Hall. I am a returning roleplayer, having not even attempted in the last 6 years to do so. I was also planning to develop a sentient sword for this character, perhaps with the orb enveloping my Flamberge. I'm not sure if the GM supports this, but I planned to write it in as my character developed anyway. When I wake up tommorow I'll employ proper formatting, and perhaps grammar.

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The colossal mosquitoes came so quickly Saerena was still in mid sentence when she saw them. "Sure, a party sounds-". At the sound of buzzing Saerena glanced ahead to see a boy dressed in black running at the giant insects. At that Rosa was turned and preparing. Saerena drew her pistols, aiming at the approaching targets, and pulled the trigger...to no avail. She backed up behind Rosa, who already had her bat in swinging position. Quickly, she asked her orb "How do I use these?" The orange light responded Simple. Concentrate on the bullet. Not quite what you are used to, but you will figure it out. "Magnetism, then." Saerena watched as two targets began circling Rosa, and now Lance, in a wide flanking maneuver, waiting for an opening. She called to Rosa, "A party would be wonderful" as she focused on the bullet in her right pistol willing it forward. Suddenly the pistol kicked back, almost out of Saerena's hand, and the projectile went forward. The air around the gun crackled, electricity arcing out in random patterns. The nearest mosquito flanking Rosa was hit center mass, knocking it out of the air and sending it to the ground. Saerena took another six shots as it rose again, knocking it away but not doing lethal damage. By that time the second flanking mosquito had positioned itself between Rosa and Lance, and Saerena. Imagine the path of the bullet. It will act as you command. Saerena envisioned the bullet curving, aimed directly at Rosa, and 'fired'. The bullet curved, moving in a semi-circle to the mosquito, connecting, and knocking it away just before it struck.

Saerena was aware of battle raging around her. The skeletal figure launched a fireball at a nearby mosquito. Lance and Rosa had finished impaling a mosquito, then killing it through the magic of blunt trauma. The first man she saw, the one in all-white, had drawn his sword and had it knocked from his hands. Saerena instinctively dropped the goggles resting on her head over her eyes. The built-in rangefinder quickly estimated the energy needed to accurately hit the target, acting as an electromagnet and pulling the estimated energy from Saerena. She tried to turn this into a specific concentration of energy, slaking the electric pull and directing an equal amount into her hands. The bullets launched, following a straight path until gravity began to outweigh the magnetic range of Saerena's field. Although the bullet didn't connect, it did get the attention of the mosquito. Saerena fired a few more shots before turning to deal with another wave of mosquitos, leaving the man to fend for himself.

[Assistant]
People had obviously started to arrive and disappear, and that meant he was behind. Though Marcus had thought about doing whatever came up first alone and rogue, he was approached by a ridiculously dressed person.

"Hey there! How you doing! I'm Lance, apparently I'm a blue Ranger. So what do you make of this place?" He took the moment to look at this 'Blue Ranger'. He looked like someone had just thrown together some plastic and paint then put it all into one in a Washing Machine. Perfect, more clowns.

"Marcus..." He only said one name, as he intended on not hanging around this fool for long. He held out his hand and briefly shook the approaching 'Comrade'"Infiltrator...What do I think? I think that this place is odd, but my opinion isn't of your concern, which I decide when it is or isn't. Next time...Think about talking to someone who actually wants to have a conversation..." It was a rude approach, but that was what Marcus was. He was only rude due to his awful social skills. He had managed to finally build confidence to talk to people, though not to talk to them the entire way he wanted. It was true, he was not a great person in his own eyes. His reputation was as low as his own self-esteem.

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Sighing quietly into the freezing still night, the solemn soldier stared blankly into the vast void of the desert; fighting off the will to crawl back into the tent and sleep, all the while swatting at the swarms of mosquitoes that roam the expanse. The stilled tumbling and snoring of his slumbering squadmates are all that keeps him company while he takes his turn as lookout for their patrol.

 Gazing, Mikkel notices a formation in the night sky he hadn't noticed before, a distant purple star. Didn't realize stars came across as anything but white he passingly thought. Maybe it's not a star, Neptune or something. Probably more going on there then this godforsaken, pointless patrol. Lets sit here and make sure nobody plants a bomb here for 2 bloody days! At least I don't have to deal with overhead...

 Hairs standing on the back of his neck, the sudden realization that Mikkel is not the only being awake at the moment dawns on him. He turns his head to see a spherical ball of purple light, floating above him.

Traveling the world, protecting your loved ones, serving your country! Quite the glamorous life your living, isn't it?

 Almost as if under a spell, Mikkel responds apathetically to what should be an alarming situation, conversing with the orb as if it was an old friend.

"What, are you the mental manifestation of my insecurities and regrets?"

Not quite. But I have been observing your daily routines, how you interact with others, the methods you employ to resolve conflict. And you've turned out to be quite the interesting individual.

 "Ah, so you're just a bonafide stalker, got it" Mikkel replies dryly. The orb seems to make a chuckling motion, bobbing up and down.

Oh, but I'm much more then just that. I can offer you fulfillment, purpose; Much like what you're trying to achieve here.

 Mikkel's interest is piqued, if not feeling somewhat insulted, he motions the orb to continue.
My world is in need of help, and I can offer the means for you to do so. Anything you can imagine yourself being I replicate. Well, when I say anything, anything in moderation; my powers have limits unfortunately. But that power you can attain for yourself, forcing it from the hands of the powers that would destroy my world.

 Musing it over quietly, Mikkel stares at the ground How far am I willing to believe this thing, hell even believe that whats happening isn't some figment! What about my squad, would I abandon them for my own desire? I swore an oath to give everything I could to them and my country He furrows his brows, eventually concluding his decision.

"These beings that are ruining your world, are they as magical as you?"

And far more powerful. That is why I need you.

 "Then I want to wield both power over the elements and the blade. To be able to adapt and change at will, so that I can be sure to overcome whatever's in my path." Mikkel promptly responds.

Interesting... What would you name this profession?

 The name beckons to him as if he already knew the answer "Spell Fencer"

Good, then that is all that I needed to hear

 Just as quickly as he raises himself in discern, Mikkel collapses to his knees as he feels himself pulled away.

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 This was a state of shakiness unlike anything he had experienced while enlisted. Not even the harshest of consequences served by a drill sergeant compared to this.

 One Knee to the ground and covered in sweat, Mikkel stands up feeling relieved of weight. Glancing down Mikkel realizes that he is no longer wearing his field gear; he is clad in cloth and steel. Greaves, cuirass and gauntlets all shine in the light emanated from the floating orb.

"Hope you start feeling better really soon, the conflict has already started. And I tried to speed things up for you."

 Surroundings coming to mind, Mikkel heard the roars of beasts and sound of gunfire as screams raged beyond the door. Instinctively he grabs the sword at his side and draws it to his side, getting a feel for the weight of the bastard sword. The wavy blade glows the same purple hue of his companion, radiating a small amount of magic. "So I've got my blade, do I just use it? How do I even use it?"

"Being a floating orb of magic, I have imprinted the knowledge and ability to wield the sword, and the magic to go with it. You can use Enchant to empower your sword with the element of your choice. Your choice of Fire, Water and Lightning."

 Mikkel stares at his sword intently while motioning his hand over his sword. Flames burst out around the blade, heat emiting from the source. "See, you're a natural, now let's get to the thick of things! The Orb rushes forth beyond the door, with Mikkel in tandem.

 Taking an eyeful, Mikkel couldn't help but pause before he rushed into battle. Before him laid the mania of battle between a dragon, ninja, gunslinger, even a robed skeleton, and a horde of mosquitoes all spurred in combat. "Fandens også..." Mikkel cursed in his native tongue.

 His disbelief at the scene before him acted against his intentions to enter the bloodshed, but the duty he had sworn with The Orb pushed him onward to the fight. Observing the battle, he noted the amount of attention The Gunslinger had brought to herself as she skillfully dispatched the oversized mosquitoes. Making the decision to draw some of the heat away from her, Mikkel engages the mosquito while raising the searing sword over his shoulders, slashing horizontally in an attempt to dismember the leg. Attention drawn to the blazing light, the mosquito displayed its intelligence, skillfully avoiding the swing while riposting with its mouth in turn.

 As if the sword was an extension of himself, Mikkel's sword raised in defense of himself as the mandibles at the end of the protruding mouth stabs at him, coming into contact and scorching itself. The mosquito convulsed in fear as Mikkel's blood rushed as he took his chance to strike. Adrenaline pumping, Mikkel hacked away at the grotesque mouth slicing mandibles and all, leaving a cauterized wound where its appendage used to be. Tasting the blood of the mosquito only served to fuel the sword as it burned brighter and longer, power rippling through his body. Mikkel could feel himself on a high, struggling to keep himself composed as he readied himself for the onslaught.


[System]
Nickname(s): Roze (Used more commonly by friends), Rozie, Roza.

Gender: F

Age: 11

House: Ravenclaw
Appearance:

Try ignoring her hair and eye colour, as it changes quite often. Depending on her mood, they'll change colours, which is fairly unavoidable. More often than not, she'll have blonde hair, as she has a naturally happy disposition, and her eyes will be a warm amber colour. Blue is sad, black is pain, red is anger... you get the idea.
Other than that, she stands at a short height, with just the slightest beginning of curves along her slim body. With a pale, heart-shaped face (Although when very happy, her skin will often warm up to a healthy tan) and a sweet, dimpled grin, she often looks a few years younger than her actual age.

Just thought I'd put this on so you guys know what she's feeling when her colours of hair/eyes change.
Happy – Gold
Sad – Blue
Pain – Black
Tired/bored – Grey
Curious – Purple
Amused – Pink
Envious/Jealous– Green
Angry – Red
Fear – White
Neutral – Brown

Sometimes if two or more emotions conflict, they'll create highlights in her hair or just blend together, so she can have some funky looking rainbow locks at some points. Also, the stronger the emotion, the more vibrant the colour - and the eyes only change if the emotion is strong. Like, if she got a cut on the arm or something, her eyes wouldn't turn black in pain - but multiple cuts or broken bones, they'll turn black.

Wand: 12 1/2 Inch wand, made of a springy and intricately patterned Apple wand, and a Phoenix feather core.

Pet: A black kitten called Sora - unknown breed.

Strengths: Whether it's because she is a form of Metamorphagi or not, Roze's Transfiguration abilities are astounding for her age - on top of all the extra research she's been doing, she's already practicing to be an Animagus, and is curious as to what form she'll take once she manages it. She also has an uncanny ability of picking up new languages, whether it be Tolkien's Elvish (Which she adores) Or Gobbledegook. Also a surprisingly good singing voice, although is very shy about it. On top of this, she's been trained in hand-to-hand combat from a fairly young age. Although far from being an expert, she knows enough to stop an older kid in his or her tracks. That's what you get from coming from a slightly paranoid military family.

Weaknesses: Is often easily anxious about things, and isn't uncommon for her to fret over seemingly silly things. Feeling the need to do the best she possible can in every subject - on top of all the extra activities she'll sign herself up for - she gets stressed out from too much work to do. On top of this, she has a certain naive outlook on things - this can lead to her easily walking aimlessly into danger, not considering consequences at the thought of knowledge; her temper hardly helps with that either. Although it takes quite a bit for her to blow, the outcome is far from pretty; not too dissimilar from a volcano.

Personality: Because of her introduction to the wizarding world, Roze is still amazed and overwhelmingly curious of all the new things in this world - already adding to her naturally inquisitive nature, this made her crave for more knowledge of her new existence. Suddenly, Muggle knowledge wasn't enough for her.
Although her curiosity and wit are her most overwhelming attributes, she has a great deal of bravery within her - and of course, bravery can often go hand in hand with wisdom, for sometimes you need to be brave to acquire knowledge. She has kindness and honesty, and above all, she values friends and those she loves. However, this can be a downside for her. She is big on protecting those she cares about, probably brought on by the loss of her Mother. Because of this, she can be almost obsessive in keeping people safe, not caring if it puts herself in harms way. It also gives her knack for making plenty of enemies.

History: Roze has known of the wizard world all of her life, thanks to her Mother's legacy; sadly, her Mam died shortly after Roze's birth during a raid gone badly - she had been an Auror - and her Muggle father was left with 2 half-blood children, and a lot of information he really shouldn't have known. Thankfully, what with being in the Army and all, he was used to being discreet. So, he tried to integrate as much of the Wizarding world into his children's lives as the Muggle world they lived in, but it was hard, considering his wife was dead and he had no real connection left to the wizarding world. Rozalia's elder brother - Leo - is about 10 years older than her, and works as a junior Auror in the Ministry of Magic. He still keeps in touch with her, often joining Roze and their Father on trips back to their family's home country of Italy.

NPCs:
Antonio "Tony" Éathliel - Rozalia's Muggle Father; a Sergeant in the UK Army, he came to the country at the age of 3 with his immigrant Italian parents. Both have passed away naturally a few years before the birth of his first child, Leo. He regrets this, and also regrets that Roze never got to know her Mother; Megara. Following his wife's murder, he became slightly paranoid, and sure that his wife's work would follow her home one day. Because of this, he made sure to keep Roza and Leo trained in different manners of combat. Although Roze is only 11 years old, she knows quite a bit in hand-to-hand combat, and can work her way around a knife too. In terms of magical combat, she seriously needs to work on it - something Tony worries over a lot.

Leo Éathliel - Rozalia's 21-year-old brother; following the death of his Mother, he vowed to knuckle down on his schoolwork and gain enough marks to become an Auror. Although going against his naturally, easy-going and fun-loving nature, he managed to pass all his OWL and NEWT grades, and joined the Auror's department with no trouble. He worries about his Father and sister a lot, but makes sure to keep them safe as much as possible. He works with his Uncle - Mother's older brother - in the Auror's office, still attempting to track down those responsible for his Mother's death. Although five of the murderers were captured, three escaped; and they're on his hit-list.

Robert 'Bobby' Thrussell - Megara's older brother, and the Uncle of Leo and Rozalia. An Auror for a good thirty years, Bobby has seen plenty of shit. But, he sticks with the job, just so he can track down the people who killed his sister and a few of his good friends. A genius when it comes to lore on various beasts and whatnot of the Wizarding world, he also likes to spend his time drinking and dealing with the various scumbags that come with the job of Auror. Despite all of this, he's like a second father to Roze and Leo - having babysat them more than a couple of times while their Father was on a tour. He's also an excellent primary resource for when Roze is stuck with her homework.

[User]
Roze chewed on her bacon sandwich as she patiently read each of Dani's messages, chuckling at the inadvertent 'air-head' pun of their deceased Head of House. In regards to Dani's last question, Roze tilted her head upwards thoughtfully, looking at the enchanted ceiling of the hall. It was a crisp, clear blue - just like the weather outside. The warmth of summer still remained in air, but the cold autumn winds were slowly making themselves known in the mornings and evenings, chasing away the remainders of the summer sun.
"I see what you mean; to someone who's new to this world, it would be quite hard. But I'm just glad we weren't assigned some massive essay - the horror stories that my brother's given me have made me have second thoughts about even coming." She said with another chuckle, looking back at Dani. "We can do it together, if you'd like. My Uncle's an Auror - I'm sure he can give us some pretty badass spells to write down."
Finishing there, she continued eating while she allowed Dani to reply. However, as she glanced at her whiteboard, she dropped her sandwich in surprise at the writing that had appeared on it in an unfamiliar scrawl.
"What the heck?" Roze looked at Dani in confusion.

[Assistant]
The boy seemed to gather his courage and come over to Layla and Charlotte. He was a Gryffindor, and a muggleborn, and Charlotte was quite excited to hear that.

"Oh!" she was jumping a little in her excitement, "I'm a Gryffindor, a muggle born too! You can sit with us... if it's alright with Layla. I'm Charlotte." She held a hand for him to shake.

[User]
"I mean, we have all year but... all she did was talk about what curses were, we have no idea how to even do them! How am I supposed to invent a new thing when I don't know any of the old ones?"
"Well, I know some... Besides, it's not like inventing a new curse, just a way of cursing the position with curses already invented. Right...?"

Then a boy walked over and stood next to her. "I was wondering if any of you girls are from Gryffindor? If so, can I sit next to you guys, I'm a muggleborn so I don't really know anyone." He said in a thick New Zealand accent. She liked his accent.

Charlotte was the first to reply, "I'm a Gryffindor, a muggleborn too! You can sit with us... if it's alright with Layla. I'm Charlotte."
"It's fine! Totally fine. I'm a Gryffindor too, although I believe I'm a half-blood?" Layla began muttering to herself, her thoughts trailing to the question at hand.

[Assistant]
"Ahh, thank you. A half-blood, I am afraid I am not familiar with the term. I am Ajax by the way, nice to meet you girls." Ajax smiled, pleasantly surprised that they said yes. He shook the now named Charlotte's hand. As they walked through the dungeons, he made a lot of small talk with the pair, talking about life here versus life in the muggle world. After two minutes of walking with the crowd, he saw a glimpse of light in the corner of his eye. He paused and looked down a dark corridor next to him. A ghost, a headless one at that, flew across the corridor.

Ajax shrugged and took a couple of steps.,Until his brain started working. "That was a ghost." He said matter of factly. "A ghost. Huh. Wow. Never seen one of those." He turned towards the pair. "Do any of you know where the way out of the dungeons are? I have no idea." It seemed that the crowd was gone. Leaving the three of them alone. How a crowd of around thirty people disappear and go fast enough to leave the three of them alone in a dark dungeon was something that none of them were thinking of.

They were alone. In a dungeon. In a school for magic. Corniest. Shit. Ever

[User]
"No kidding," Nolan mumbled in response. There really was so much to get used to here. He couldn't even imagine what it must be like for the Muggle-borns. He automatically walked to the Slytherin table as he really didn't know where else to go. Halfway through his first day and he'd only made two friends, none in his house. And where was Chandler anyway?

He sat down and began scooping food onto his plate. He hadn't realized until just now how hungry he was, though he supposed it had been a long morning. "You were asking about my brothers earlier, well I have five. Two of 'em here at Hogwarts with us." He gestured as discreetly as he could at the Ravenclaw table where Roy was staring at the ceiling. Judoc meanwhile was nowhere to be found.

"So what was your favorite class so far?" he asked, trying to bring the attention back form his brothers. He didn't notice the familiar face and green scarf settle into the seat just a few seats down. "Or I guess you can't really tell yet, huh? A bunch of first day stuff, they all ran together." He stuffed a few spoonfuls of mashed potatoes in his mouth.

[Assistant]
Dani was grateful that Rose was willing to work with her on the homework and help her if she had any questions, though a willingness to teach others seemed to be a common trait amongst Ravenclaw. It certainly made it easier for her to adjust to everything. She would have to do something to thank Rose later.

Having been taking a bite to eat and being distracted by a strange chuckle from behind her every so often, while Rose responded, Dani didn't get a chance to take her whiteboard back and reply right away. Hence her confusion when Rose adopted a surprised and puzzled expression while she looked from the whiteboard to Dani. The second Dani looked at her board, she realized that someone had changed the writing.

She tried to communicate to Rose that she hadn't written that down, but she wasn't sure if her new friend would get the meaning behind her gesticulations. It seemed that someone was messing with her via magical means. Despite figuring that it probably wouldn't work, Dani wrote a message on her whiteboard and passed it over to Rose. "I don't know what's going on or who's changing what I write." She held onto the green marker that she had used to write the message with as proof that it was hers. If the color of the message changed again, she would be able to show that she hadn't actually written down whatever nonsense might appear.

[User]
Peering at the board in curiosity, Roze racked her brains to try and think of what could be doing it. Now, she herself was noticing the strange giggles surrounding them. Thinking back to what her brother had told her about Hogwarts, she looked up instead of around.
"Hmm.... I think it may be a ghost. Or Poltergeist. Apparently there's a rather energetic one in the castle called Peeves." Roze said out loud, still looking around them with suspicious eyes to see if anything would surface and prove her right or wrong.