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

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

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

[User] "Sure, we'd love to," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] Setven tossed a Pokéball into the air and a discolored Metagross emerged. He commanded it to pick the heroes up with psychic and go "there" Metagross did as instructed and carried the heroes to a far off island. When they arrived, Steven said that he wanted some extra eyes while he looked for something on the island. Liam heard footsteps and turned around to see three members of Team Aqua, one of which was Admin Matt. Matt didn't bat an eye at seeing three reputable trainers on the island, while his grunts were unnerved. Matt ordered them to get out of the way, and that they needed what the island held to further their plan.

[User]
"I don't think so, beefcake!" Shiranui rebutted, not intimidated by Matt's physique.
"I'll just have to force my way past!" replied Matt, "Sharpedo, you're up!"
Shiranui scanned Sharpedo with his Pokédex. "Sharpedo, the Brutal Pokémon. Nicknamed 'the bully of the sea', Sharpedo is widely feared. Its cruel fangs grow back immediately if they snap off. Just one of these Pokémon can thoroughly tear apart a supertanker."
"Gimansha, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Mawile out and the battle was on.
"Sharpedo, Swagger!"
"Gimansha, Play Rough! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated the keystone on his Mega Ring and Gimansha was enveloped in an orb of energy. The orb shattered to reveal a Mega Mawile. Sharpedo swaggered about and that caused Gimansha to be so angry, her Attack stat sharply increased. This of course rendered the Mega Mawile confused. Gimansha was able to have enough mental focus to charge at Sharpedo and deliver the roughest roughhousing anyone had ever seen thanks to her Huge Power ability. Not even Sharpedo's Rough Skin ability was enough to deter Gimansha as the Mega Mawile let up on her assault and left Sharpedo knocked out in one hit.

[Assistant]
The Grunts sent out a Poochyena and a Grimer. Steven's Metagross used Psychic and slammed Grimer into Poochyena and followed it up with Hyper Beam. They were both KO'd. Matt began to reach for another Pokéball when a sound emanated from elsewhere on the island. Latios emerged. He lifted them with Telekinesis and than used Dragon Pulse and sent the Aqua members flying.
 "Latios, the Eon Pokémon. Latios will only open its heart to a Trainer with a compassionate spirit. This Pokémon can fly faster than a jet plane by folding its forelegs to minimize air resistance. Latios has the ability to make others see an image of what it has seen or imagines in its head. This Pokémon is intelligent and understands human speech."

[User] "Thank you so much, Latios," said Shiranui.

[Assistant] The Eon Pokémon nodded at Shiranui and turned to Liam. Latios telepathically talked to the heroes saying that it has heard about the good deeds that they have done, and wants to come along with them. Latios then used Psychic and open Liam's pack. A Luxury Ball floated out and came over to the Lati. Late voluntarily entered the ball and it immediately snapped shut as it dropped to the ground.

[User] "I wonder where the other one is," pondered Shiranui out loud.

[Assistant] "Who knows?" Liam said. "I would think Latias would be nearby."

[User] "Probably hiding in plain sight," added Shiranui, familiar with the notion.

[Assistant] 'likely." Liam added.

[User] "From what I read, Latias does have the ability to go invisible and disguise herself as other people," stated Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Well, she could be spying on us." Liam commented.

[User] "It would not surprise me if she's watching us right now," replied Shiranui. He knew how it felt to have his mind read and he wasn't feeling as such at the moment.

[Assistant] "Well, we should probably get back to the mainland soon." Steven said.

[User] "Indeed," Shiranui agreed.

[Assistant] Steven called out his Metagross and take everyone back.

[User] "Thanks Steven," said Shiranui, "We can take it from here."

[Assistant] "One more thing," He said. He pulled out three Mega Stones. He explained that these stones coordinated to Hoenn's starters.

[User] "That will come in handy," replied Shiranui, "Thanks."

[Assistant] Liam took the Sceptilenite and Swampertitie.

[User] Shiranui received the Blazikenite.

[Assistant] "Well, I guess it is northward to Fortree." Liam said.

[User] "Hopefully free of hassles," added Shiranui. He knew the Weather Institute was en route and had a nagging bad feeling about it.

[Assistant] "Well, let's get a move on." Liam said.

[User] Shiranui nodded and the heroes continued north.

[Assistant] The heroes began to get closer to the weather institute. Unknown the the heroes, Team Magma had taken over the institute for their own purposes. Liam saw one of Magma's red copters fly overhead. While the heroes were investigating, a Magma grunt (Looker in disguise) came up behind them and attempted to cup his hands over there mouths and yank them backward behind some bushes where he revealed it was really him.

[User] Shiranui felt relieved it was Looker that took them behind a bush instead of a real grunt, but was not impressed at being dragged away. "I assume you're here to investigate what Team Magma is doing," he stated.

[Assistant] Looker confirmed that theory. He also made a comment that it seemed like the heroes had a knack for crossing paths with criminal organizations.

[User] "Arceus must have a twisted sense of humour and this time won't be the last either," Shiranui remarked.

[Assistant] "At any rate, we need to get inside the Institute." Looker stated. He tossed each of the heroes a Magma Grunt uniform that he took from other grunts he had knocked out.

[User] "Thanks Looker," replied Shiranui, "Time to utilise the Ninjutsu Art of Disguise."

[Assistant] Liam put his on. He was thinking that this was better than having to play this same game with Team Aqua. "Well, let's go in."

[User] Shiranui nodded in agreement after donning his disguise.

[Assistant]
Everyone made it into the institute without trouble. Magma grunts were all over.
 'And I thought Dark Cave had a Zubat problem." Liam muttered to Looker and Shiranui.

[User] "I know how we can get past," replied Shiranui, "I just need to access the ventilation system."

[Assistant] Looker noticed one of the vents in the corner and subtlety pointed it out to Shiranui.

[User] "Everyone, cover your mouths and noses," warned Shiranui, "Kinoko, send a Spore into the vents!" He sent his Breloom out and Kinoko sent a Spore attack into the vent to be dispersed around the institute.

[Assistant] An actual Grunt saw them over there with a Breloom. He quickly figured out they were imposters and was about to yell when the sores knocked him out. Magma grunts began to drop like flies.

[User] Shiranui had a look of relief when the nearby grunt fell over. He passed Liam and Looker some cloths to breathe through. Kinoko stopped her attack and the heroes were eventually left with at least a room full of sleeping grunts and a haze of Spore.

[Assistant] Liam stepped outside and sent out Pidgeot to go get Offcr Jenny from a nearby town. Liam triggered Mega Evolution, to hasten Pidgeot's travel.

[User] Shiranui waited with Looker for Liam to return. He sent Zoro out and had the Zoroark disguise himself as an average-looking Magma grunt.

[Assistant] In a few minutes, Mega Pidgeot returned with Jenny riding it. Liam tossed off the disguise, as Jennies tended to jump to conclusions. When Pidgeot landed and Jenny got off, Liam saluted her and praised Pidgeot who de-Mega Evolved and cooed before being recalled. Jenny said that the paddy wagon would be along shortly to apprehend Team Magma and in the mean time, she went around the institute, having her Spinnarak use its webs to tie up the Grunts. Liam returned to his friends. He skidded to a halt when he saw the Grunt (Zorro in disguise) and grabbed one of the balls off his belt, ready to battle.

[User] "My master taught me well if I can fool our friends," the grunt stated before dropping his guise briefly.

[Assistant] "Jenny is here, you may want to shed the disguises." Liam informed them.

[User] "Will do," replied Shiranui, removing his disguise.

[Assistant] Looker removed his as well right before Jenny barged into the room. Liam pulled out some smelling salts to wake up the people who worked at the institute.

[User] "Whoever was running this operation must have bailed," Shiranui speculated.

[Assistant] The workers of the institute thanked the heroes for saving them.

[User] "You're welcome," replied Shiranui, "Incidentally, what would Team Magma want with this place?"

[Assistant] The scientists that work at the institute said that they were working on a machine that could manipulate weather.

[User] "It's just as well it didn't fall into the wrong hands," replied Shiranui. The scientists' statement had made Shiranui's speculations about the plans of Teams Aqua and Magma more and more likely to be true and that concerned him.

[Assistant] Liam commented that they spent so much time focusing on the fact that they could do such as thing, and not enough on if they should do it.

[User] "You do have a point, Liam," replied Shiranui, realising that the artificial tampering of a chaotic system could spell disaster if not done correctly.

[Assistant] The scientist tried to make his argument about how much good such a device could do, but realized he would not sway the heroes.

[User] "You can continue your research, but try to understand that your technology can be used for nefarious ends as well," continued Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Should we move on?" Liam inquired.

[User] "Yes," answered Shiranui, "Fortree City can't be that much further."

[Assistant] The scientist confirmed it wasn't very far at all and gave directions.

[User] "Thanks," replied Shiranui and with that the heroes left.

[Assistant] Liam commented that he has heard of some towns, Fortree being one of them that holds special competitions exclusive to Pokémon who can fly or levitate.

[User] "I've heard of them," replied Shiranui, "I have the perfect Pokémon for them."

[Assistant] "Well, it will simply be one more thing for us to do in Fortree." Liam said. "But the contest happens first."

[User] "Indeed," Shiranui agreed, "What do you want to bet that the gym leader Winona would be participating in one or both of those competitions?"

[Assistant] "Seems very likely." Liam stated.

[User] "By that logic, it would be unlikely that we would take her on at the gym for our first activity at Fortree City," continued Shiranui.


[System]
'I'm definitely not used to this kind of crap, but heck, I'm sure gonna give it my all. I sure could use another companion, though. The current one is kinda cheeky.'
Age: 24

Supposedly, a hero from another world, even though he doesn't feel 'hero-like' at all. He was sent into a quest with the princess Rena Falkren from the kingdom of Eskar with some armor, a sword and a bag full of coins on him. Supposedly, they have to slay the demon king 'Lucifer'. (I know, my naming sense is bad and kinda lazy xD)

[User]
Rena's eyes widened, of course in response to his quick kiss, on the lips none the less. Noboyuki was bold that's for sure, she couldn't tell of that was a good or a bad thing, she knew their relationship wasn't going to be boring at the least. Still Rena was somewhat turned off by the gesture, he was advancing quickly, little too quickly, but she didn't feel pressured, they just started after all. After they parted Rena was blushing, "I-uh, I... that was my first kiss... by the way." Yeah, that's right, there was her first actual kiss ever, wasn't filled the passion she perhaps hoped for... ah well, there will be more in the future.

They continued to sit there, she agreed that it was nice, and of course expressed that ending the night would be a shame, a huge one. Rena engaged in small talk, first ever since their date last month, she didn't discuss anything of much importance, this time she went into her own family. King Halthor Falkren 'the Silver-tongued' of Eskar, of course was her father. Rena explained how he earned his name, the Silver-tongued, as she said many times before her father was a great diplomat, diplomacy perhaps being his biggest asset. Hell he'd even taught Rena herself from a young age, that was before she started traveling.

Her mother... well died after childbirth which was the prime reason Rena was an only child, King Falkren refused to remarry and so that's what resulted in her becoming the sole heir, no one else was there to take it. Seeing as she never even met her mother, Rena didn't have any regrets, which was the most she ever said about the subject. Turned out the house of Falkren wasn't that big, her only other living relative was an uncle, Duke Gerald Falkren of Thermia, a powerful man who personally oversaw about a third of the kingdom. He was described as being a man with strong features, among them being a groomed beard, a shallow one, and he appeared to be aged, not white with years, but old. He was only just a few years younger than her father after all, she didn't have much else to say about him, other than the man was known to be very kind, making him popular among the people.

Before long though Rena ended up passing out, still on Noboyuki's lap, it simply became way too late, plus after the rapid series of events that night it was a wonder how the princess managed to stay awake for as long as she did. She slept peacefully, and without another dream.

---

The next morning, or uh maybe only a few hours later really, they were needless to say back on the road, couldn't get caught up in what happened, you know in spite of how much as Rena wanted to relax at that spot more, in fact she had a feeling that Noboyuki thought the same. If she were to guess they had to be only an hour or two away from the next town, a major one if fact as it was a walled city, complete with large buildings including a chapel, and a keep. It was ruled by a lesser Earl, a new one actually since he very recently inherited the title after death of the previous ruler, being the new Earl's great grandfather. Unfortunately that was about the extent of what Rena knew.

[Assistant]
"Um, well, to be honest.... That was my first as well. I don't have a lot of experience with, well, kisses. Or relationships at that. It always was nothing but pretending, but now.... it feels more real." He said, feeling a bit flustered. It was good to finally hear something about Rena's family. She hadn't talked abotu it in since, well, forever. He answered her own words with some family history of his own. He talked to her about his own family, a mother and a father, as well as a teenager sister. Even then, who he talked the most about was about his sister. They seemed to be in.... fairly abd terms. Noboyuki was strict, almost like a father, and as a teenager, his sister was obviously not always agreeing with him. He also talked about how they got into a lot of fights between each other, but also how they usually supported each other regardless of the situation they may be in. She was the thing closer to a best friend he had, it seemed.

Noboyuki also told her about his parents, fo course, saying that his father was fairly similar to him and that his mother was a smaller woman with a somewhat stern face and someone really serious, unlike his father, who is as sarcastic as Noboyuki himself. He talked about how they spent a lot of time in their respective offices working and how he ended up spending more time with his sister. They seemed to be knit pretty close to each other, the way Noboyuki talked, and it also seemed that he wasn't all too fond of his parents, again, by the way he talked about them.

Still, there was a little bit of the descriptions of Rena's family that seemed.... awfully familiar. Where had he heard about it before? Yes, he had seen it rather than heard it. A shallow beard, not white with years, but old..... Was it in one of the dreams? Nah, couldn't be. Couldn't be, could it? How did it went again? The Tyrant? He knew he should have wrote down everything as soon as he woke up, why didn't he do it in the end?! Dammit, it was a bit frustrating.

But his frustration went away once Rena lost to sleep and fell asleep in his lap. It was good that she wasn't really disgusted with the excuse of a kiss he gave her. He felt it was a good start. He took off his jacket and put it over her as a blanket. It was the best he could do. Now, he should also get some sleep.

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Noboyuki always thought bad of politicians, but he thought that the worst kind of politician was the one that inherited power and was born with it. He most often than not pictured people like that fat and with the attitude of a total despot in all and every way. Then again, Rena seemed to be an exception of that. Even so, it was good to finally be back in town with Rena, they would finally be able to sleep in a decent and actual bed. Now, for starters, what should they do...? Noboyuki thought it would be a good idea to go stroll by the town, however, and rather suddenly, an stranger approached the duo.

Hooded and gasping for air, the stranger took off his hood before any questions could be made.

"Oh, excuse me. Are you... the group that is travelling to defeat the Demon Lord?" The boy asked. Yes, he was nothing but a boy. If Noboyuki guessed right, he was not older than 16 years old. He merely lifted an eyebrow at the sudden question. He may say something stupid as wanting to join them, so Noboyuki quickly moved to deny the fact that they were indeed that same group. However, the talkative boy in front of them did not allow for an answer coming from Noboyuki. "Because I can totally help you! You see, I have these odd powers that are extra effective on demons! An old man taught me how to use them and I wanted to join you guys when I had the first opportunity!"

He seemed a bit too eager, but he hadn't even stated his name. Claiming he was powerful and whatnot... Yeah, Noboyuki didn't trust that at all. It was a bit too anime esque for a boy like that to be some kind of 'chosen' one. Then again, he was completely unaware of the boy's position as the real hero that had been summoned to this world. He decided to just go with it for now. But there were some things that came first before that.

"Well, at the very least you could tell us your name, brat. It isn't exactly polite to just come out and start saying things like that without even saying your name, you know? I am Noboyuki." Noboyuki said, trying to keep his cool. He wasn't good with these kinds of people. Cheerful and bright.

"A-Ah, yes. My name is Isshiki Ryuma. I, uh, come from a little village in the borders of another big city. We have the custom of putting our given names after our surnames, so feel free to call me Ryuma." The boy with the blonde hair said, smiling from the bottom of his heart. Yeah, he was the kind of honest guy that was always straightforward. Noboyuki didn't really want to deal with him. But anyhow, wasn't his name too... Japanese-ish? Maybe there were people like that in here too, or maybe.... nah, it couldn't be. He was sure it couldn't be. Why would they summon two people into this world from his own? More importantly, why were they both Japanese? Nah, it was too much of a coincidence.

[User]
Rena mostly kept walking with Noboyuki, this happened a lot where random folks wanted to join them for whatever reason, glory, gold, or God there were plenty of motivations. They were back in more populated lands, made sense they would start encountering people like this. Of course they were never brought along especially since this time their hopeful recruit was only barely on the cusp of adulthood, honestly he could've been a liability rather then a truly helpful pair of extra hands. For the moment she allowed her lover to take care of the kid, thus she kept looking foward trying not to acknowledge him. Although that became harder as he kept trying, probably not even a little likely to give up.

He kept talking, Rena kept ignoring him, that is until the kid said his name. The surname came first, like Noboyuki's, Ryuma, that of course being this kid's name, claimed that he simply followed that tradition, problem was that was a tradition that didn't exist. Before Noboyuki, she had never ever encountered someone's last name first, it simply does not exist in her world. It even took her a while before she started calling her partner by his proper first name, just assuming that his last name was his first name. Looking back then, it was somewhat embarrassing. Still whatever was happening she had already made the connection, hopefully this was only a case of a overzealous youth attempting to emulate Noboyuki by making up a weird name.

Rena gently tapped on Noboyuki's back, "You should learn how to be more diplomatic, now I have a few questions, just give me a moment, okay?" Something was already odd about this kid, really despite just meeting him, he had already proven to be something else. Rena stopped, as so did Noboyuki, hopefully, then of course she faced Ryuma, "If you've been looking for us, then you know I am Rena Falkren. Its good that you've decided to seek us out, shows some spirt however... I'm wondering, what province do you hail from? If you're not from Eskar, then what kingdom?"

[Assistant]
"H-Huh, oh, yes..." Oh... was Rena perhaps pulled in by the boy's aura or something? Was she somehow trying to protect the boy with her comment about him being diplomatic? Noboyuki was needlessly defensive when in front of this boy, and since it was also regarding Rena, well, Noboyuki was being a bit too defensive. He stopped at the same time Rena did, and turned back to look at the boy, but even so, he didn't move from his place. He may have taken the 'just give me a moment' part of what Rena said a bit too seriously too. He posed his sharp eyes over the boy. As a, by now, seasoned warrior, Noboyuki knew he himself had some amount of intimidation skills when facing against the unknown. He glared at the boy sharply and letting quite some killing intent sip out of his body.

And then, the boy Ryuma, answered with a sharp galre of his own, as well as letting some of his killing intent become known. Yeah, it was way bigger than Noboyuki's. With his two months of training and battling, he knew when he was overpowered, and he was HUGELY overpowered here, so much he even had to take a step back out of fear. Ryuma was about as intimidating to him as the God they encountered in the forest. He was certainly strong. The boy, hoping Rena didn't catch on on that and looking pretty nervous again, started fidgeting around. "Y-Yes, I hail from, um, whatsitsname...." He mumbled under his breath. "Ah yes, that place! N-Nijiara?" Noboyuki caught up on what he was trying to say almost immedietly, and knew why Rena was suspicious as well. That 'Nijiara' he was talking about sounded an awful lot as how Japan was named in Japanese, Nihon.

And since the boy seemed to know he had screwed up as well, he heaved a heavy sigh and, for the lack of a better word, facepalmed. "Ugh, fine! All right, fine! I've also been summoned here from another world! The same that old man came from!" Ryuma merely motioned with his head towards Noboyuki, who passed from scared to angry in an instant.

"What do you mean old man brat!" As said before, the boy didn't really strike up Noboyuki as someone he could get along with. "And why the hell are you here too! I should've been the only one summoned here! Do you know what's going on Rena?" Noboyuki lashed out, but as soon as he turned to Rena, he calmed down. "I'm... sorry. I just lost my cool there." Yeah, not the best side of him Rena could be seeing right now.

"Just let me in in your adventure! You won't be able to kill the Demon Lord without me! I am kinda, like, the tank and magician companion you get in an RPG, yeah? Just, c'mon! I'm gonna be extra useful! Besides, how can I get a lady like this alone with a creep like you?" The boy said, taking Rena's hand and kissing it. Yes, the worst kind of guy. Hardheaded, stupid and a flirt. Just precious.

Noboyuki quickly moved in and made Ryuma let go of Rena's hand. "No touching allowed please."

"You jelly boy?"

"I'm gonna cut you up, you little....!" He was about to take out his sword, but took a deep breath and calmed down. He should really let Rena handle it. He turned around and decided to wait just behind the two of them to finish up talking.


[System]
height- 5'8", Usually seen with a tiny ponytail,
Abdominal, arm, leg, and back muscles are slightly developed keeping a very athletic figure yet keeping her feminine shape. Her bust is a C cup, but uses a binder as they are a bit distracting.
Age: 16

Year:Second

Personality: Overly brash about things, but uses some tactical insight. Persuades people in her way by compromise and tries to be fair (though you might have to state your views). Miako is dense in the feelings of others and fails to notice certain things unless you are direct.

Likes to be friendly with everyone, but will be awkward at first meeting. Though a bit laid back, Miako has a pursuing nature when it comes things she wants.

Many times, she is known as being in people's business and lectures them if she disagrees with them, though it's not favorable.

In a relationship, Miako would shy away at first being that she hasn't been in an official one. She would take lead later on if it develops, (I'm still adding thoughts)

Background:
 The third daughter of the Hayashi family, known for its ancient lore and its grievances.They are known as politicians, artists, musicians, as well as business men. At a young age, children are taught of the old tales and calligraphy. Swing them to be advanced in knowledge is common tale, though mostly they excel in history and languages.

Being one of the youngest of the daughters has excused her from being married off from her family or getting the best grades. This has caused a gap between she and her younger siblings with the older siblings, being raised differently and more carefree than them. At most, her younger siblings are let go of their mistakes as the older ones were treated as adults before the age of thirteen. Rarely do they talk to one another or seen, but Miako manages with the situation.

From kindergarten to junior high, Miako was allowed to coed school. She developed her egoistical personality as she experienced communicating with all. Though this growth, later on she would take bad influences from her upperclassmen such as smoking and taking part in delinquent activities. As her family would come to realize this, they would quickly move her to Saint Lilium for better discipline.

During her first year of highschool, she missed her friends and regretted most of her decisions of her earlier age. With overclming a state of depression, she wanted to prove she could aim for better and higher choices and worked hard to earn her family's approval once more.

 Miako has gotten used to the usual routine of meeting only girls and rejecting the confessions she gets every now an then. All she can tell is that she has some sort of attraction to girls, however is yet to experience "the one".

Miako practices Kendo, Judo, and Aikido. Kendo being practiced as a mere hobby while Aikido and Judo seen as real self defense to her.

Other things:
Can't eat sweets for the most part, has a thing for birds, always early to class but doesn't plan to be a perfect student, smoking habit, outside clothes are usually rough and simple and her uniform is usually messed up.

Her family is made up of 10 people.
Younger siblings- Mako 9, Aki 10, Yukari 12, Miako 16
Older siblings- Shoji 18, Reiko Kurihara (m) 22, Minako Hirose (m) 25, Ichiro Hayashi 26

Club: Kenjutsu club, Airsoft

Theme: ?

[User]
Reinhardt ⚜ Twins

 "Faye Fleury... I see," Eris repeated the name, pensively. Her guess that the fiery redhead before them was French has been confirmed. Anyway, the girl looked kinda lost and her Japanese was very rough around the edges, which more or less gave away Faye's status as a new student. "Something interesting to take note of."

 "Nous pouvons parler en français, si vous voulez." Eins offered, "We can talk in French as well, if you'd like to", as she knelt to help Faye pick up her books. The Twins' French was crystal clear, dotted with a slight Normandy accent, their pronunciation and tone made justice to one of the most beautiful languages of the Romanic family.

 One could almost hear the gasp Eins let out when they were called fair maiden by a girl, supposedly younger than them, that they had just met. Truth be told, the Reinhardt Twins were used to have their looks praised. However, habit didn't made it any less embarrassing.

 "Ähm... Erde zu Traumland, bitte sende meine geliebte Schwester zurück ..."

 It wasn't until a loud cough, followed by a verbal poke in their home language, coming from none other than Eris broke Eins' bubble that the older of the twins got back up, brushing her thigh high clad knees. Eins took a short breath, before replying to Faye's next question. "Oui, vous nous avez posé des questions sur les clubs, n'est-ce pas? En fait, nous sommes-" Eins relied in French once more "Oh right, you asked us about clubs, didn't you? Actually, we are-", hoping that she would reach to the other girl easier like that, though the platinum-haired Austrian interrupted herself with the sudden appearance of none other than Kagome Serizawa, the very own Academy's Headmistress.

 "It's our pleasure to see you again, Headmistress Serizawa!" The twins said in unison, a skill deeply ingrained in them, offering a courteous bow before Eris shook the older woman's hand, firmly, but delicately as well. Just what you'd expect of Germanic descended nobility.

 "You don't need to address us any differently than the other students, Headmistress. It's our second year here, thus we are quite acquainted to the customs of Japan. Well, most of them, at least." Eris took a sideway glance, remembering the many blunders Eins and she committed on the previous year. "We were talking to Miss Faye about clubs. She seems interested in the Literature Club and we thought we could introduce her to the Library, since we have a lot of acquaintances there, despite being part of the Theater Club. That is, if Miss Faye wants, of course."

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Vixen@Rusalka

[Assistant]
Faye Fluery
The Knight

Faye's amber eyes glowed with delight when she heard them speaking French--and very fluently to put the icing on the cake. "Je ne suis pas trop pointilleux sur la langue dans laquelle nous parlons, bien que je trouve votre français assez séduisant." ("I am not overly picky about which language we speak in, though I do find your French to be quite alluring.") The French girl said in as excited of a tone that she could muster, which still was calm as a lake on a day with no wind. "I assume that you maidens are from Austria? I cannot speak your language, but I am quite thrilled at the thought of sharing such a school with fellow foreigners."

When she sensed a hint of poking fun at Eins, she smiled warmly and spoke, "Je suppose que je ne devrais pas vous demander pourquoi les oiseaux chanteurs ont de si belles chansons quand il a toujours été ainsi ... Pas de raison de vous demander pourquoi vos voix m'apporter une telle paix dans une telle place étrangère." ("I suppose that I should not question why songbirds have such lovely songs when it always has been that way... No reason to question why your voices bring me such peace in such a foreign place.")

Then Eins began to explain the clubs, alas, an older woman stepped in to join the conversation. The French woman recognized that the woman was the headmistress and was about to give her a customary bow of appreciation when the woman immediately began to apologize and held out her hand in a western greeting. She shook the woman's hand gently and listened to the twins as they spoke in harmony. She couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the symmetry and unity they shared.

"C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, directrice." Faye stated. "It would be my honor to have these two maidens show me around."

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Tanigawa Yatsumi

The smaller girl, who adorably introduced herself as Kimura Chou, surprisingly kept her spider on her head, which still dangled about without a care in the world.

"-This was field research on my part, as I specialise in horror manga and like to keep my characters' reactions authentic. I'll be in your care."

Field research? Well, that was one way to get inspiration: A darn good one at that, why hadn't Yatsumi thought of such a thing? Oh right, because 2D is way better. But 2D is just an improved version of 3D, so she supposed that producers and artists had to do the same thing this girl did in the first place. "That's genius" Yatsumi unknowingly muttered under her breath, thinking she was just speaking internally.

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself," Yatsumi suddenly said, after realising that she must've looked incredibly daft for a moment there. After quickly patting her hair back down, Yatsumi bowed forward and presented herself, "I'm Tanigawa Yatsumi, I'm a second year. I don't really specialise in any kind of Manga, because I just want to produce magazines!"

Yatsumi immediately perked up, pushing the Clubroom's door wide open and wildly gesturing toward it. "Well, Kimura-chan, this is the waifu-cave," she said, ushering the younger girl in. The Manga Club looked like a mix between a classroom and an Otaku's dream home. Yatsumi gestured to the large chalkboard at the front of the room, "we use this to brain-storm ideas and characters for our group project," she explained, "we do do our own stuff too, but we just need to do at least one group project every semester to keep the club going. Company rules."

Anime posters adorned the club's walls, and on the back wall was a shelf filled with manga and scale-figurines. Yatsumi lead Chou over as she clarified, "now all of these have been donated by past club members and some by Manga Pop!, so you have to be very careful with them, but they're free to use." Oh, how she loved Manga Pop! Kimura vowed that she'd either work for them, or make her own magazine which would be just as good.

Now there was desks in the club room, but the room also had soft furniture - specifically, two bright beanbags in front of the bookshelf, one blue, and one red. The actual drawing stations were placed along the walls, facing away from everybody, so people could concentrate. The light table lived in the darkest part of the room, and the inking table was a longer table that sat underneath the window.

Yatsumi's bag still sat on one of the middle tables, as she hadn't even thought about going to her dorm yet. Though she supposed that she should, because class was due to start soon. She just kind of stared at it for a moment before the action actually kicked in. Scooping up her bag, Yatsumi looked over toward Chou and hastily bowed as she edged back toward the door, "it was really nice to meet you, but I'm a total airhead and I've gotta go!"

Yatsumi darted out of the club room, calling back, "I'll see you after school!"

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Yatsumi crossed the school ground, heading toward the dormitory. Of course, she'd forgotten which dorm she was due in, so Yatsumi was awkwardly trying to locate a scrap bit of paper in the front of her bag as she walked, and of course, stumbled right into the garden because she wasn't paying attention. Maybe she really was a ditsy anime character.

She didn't know how she did it, but Yatsumi had somehow contorted herself among the branches of the bush, so she was half-sticking out of the bush in the strangest position. As she squirmed about, trying to escape, she prayed that no-one could see her.

[Assistant]
"I am called Sayuri, Yukimura Sayuri, and it is the greatest pleasure to-" Huh? Another girl appeared at the doorway. Pretty sure she wasn't a theater student, so Saori had no idea why she was here. Until she heard what she had to say, of course.

"Hah! Wow, that was hella gay, Onee-Sama! Where'd ya learn that? Strawberry Panic?"

Oh, putain. First day and there's already someone trying to start shit. Yeah, the Sayuri girl sounded stupid, but there's no real need for this. Saori felt pretty bad for her, too, because she was visibly embarrassed.

"T-that's - don't be ridiculous! It's called being polite! Something I'm sure you wouldn't know of."

"Aww, did I scratch your crown there little Hime. Sorry. Heh, I could care less about being polite, Miss Try Hardy. As far as I'm concerned, nobody here's polite to me, so why should I care. Name's Tohru by the way, not that you give a damn probably." Tohru said. Geez, she didn't have to be that harsh. I mean, it really wasn't any of her business, so why does it even matter to her?

"Ey girly, this chick bugging you? If you want, I can pop that smug little face of hers!"

"No, I'm fine. I just want to know if you want to have any friends or not. If you do, what's the point of fucking with other people like this?" She asked. "'Cause all it'll do is make people not like you. And then everyone would make fun of you, which I assume they're already doing now. That doesn't sound like an enjoyable high school experience to me. If you can't enjoy the school, what's the point of even being in it?" She looked down again at her phone. "I'd prefer it if you would just leave Sayuri alone, but if you don't want to now, I'll wait.

@Rusalka

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Miako raised an eyebrow to her upperclassman. Last time she had tried to lecture someone, three girls had end up crying.  I suppose I shouldn't underestimate anyone's strengths, she thought. Maybe she didn't care for the girl after all... She erased the last part from her mind, attempting to elude herself from rambling once more.

A bit nosy, aren't I?

"Fine choice, m'lady," she replied with a slight smile. Miako noticed Asuka's narrowed eyes and mimicked them in reply before turning her back and walking toward the campus. "To where does duty call you, Miss Hanazon? Your pony, perhaps?"  Miako jested. " I can offer to buy you a snack as well, if you wish."


[System]
Persona: The Suit
Appearance:

Age: 54
Archetype: Specialist
Power set:
- (1) Eyes for Detail:
Whether you're playing poker, or cleaning a house, or trying to stop a maniac who can throw cars, the details matter. Tony learned that early on in his career, and he's been honing his eyes since then, just to make sure the slightest glimpses don't get past him. It lets him do parlor tricks like spot cards as they're dealt, or find the bulge of a gun in a fat mans' coat. Small things, or things that appear for a fraction of a second don't elude him as much as they would any other person.

- (1) Surgeons Hand for Shooting:
The other thing he's practiced from the beginning of his career, was shooting things. It's a remarkably useful skill when you are in the business of 'Enforcing'. To set himself apart from the other mooks in his syndicate, (who couldn't hit the broad side of a barn), he practiced shooting until he was absolutely sure he could put a bullet where he wanted it. It's the sort of thing that comes in handy when you're trying to shoot people at the slightly-less-than-dead amounts demanded by his boss.

Origin Story:
Tony joined a crime syndicate when he was just another teen in Dodgeville, and eventually became a 'muscle'.
An uncle of his was kind of a big deal in The Family, and Tony's school life was going south really quickly, as he got in one fight after another. This uncle wasn't going to let Tony's energy go to waste getting roughed up for no good reason, so said uncle put him to work as an errand boy to keep him out of trouble. In a way, it worked. The Family was a crime syndicate that dealt in every vice imaginable on it's little piece of turf, but it also had a fair sense of work ethic drilled into it's members. After a bit of time and discipline, Tony went from being a testy little brat to the most meticulous enforcer for The Family. Even after dropping from school.

With a lot of hard work, and a good amount of luck, Tony rose in the ranks over the next few decades of his life. Superheros went and came to challenge The Family, which was par for the course in Dodgeville. None of them ever managed to stamp out The Family completely, though a few came close. Tony got used to fighting them, even the really nasty ones who didn't really care much for the life of a mook like him.
Thankfully, none of them managed to kill him before he reached retirement age. None of them managed to catch him, either. It was all about him being cautious, paying attention to what the Supers could do, and what they couldn't.

It was what he called 'The Easy Life'. Booze, Cigarettes, and gambling, with a bit of harmless killing and extortion on the side.
He never figured there was anything wrong with it. It was just the way things were, right?

One day, they changed his boss rather forcibly. The Boss had a brother with ambition and ricin, and said boss promptly found himself staring at the inside of a pine box. The brother kept the part about ricin a secret, and took over business, whereupon things went very badly very quickly. The rules the old boss laid down were broken. Lines were crossed. The Family went after people who had been off-limits before.

Superheroes, for one, were not people The Family was ever supposed to actually kill. Neither was their family, if you could find them.
It was escalation to a great deal more violence than The Family would ever prefer to deal with.
The Old Boss knew it was a bad idea to hold a grudge with people who could punch holes in concrete and whatnot.
It was better to be diplomatic, stay under the radar, and find bigger fish for them to fry. And scare them off if they kept trying to interfere with business.

So, Tony, finding the new boss rather disagreeable, and the circumstances of his promotion questionable, took matters into his own hands.
He traced the source of the ricin back to said new boss, and did something he thought was fairly reasonable at the time; Shoot him to death.

Having violently lost any sort of leadership, The Family splintered off soon after into several different groups, while Tony himself decided to find a new identity and retire quietly. He was 38 at the time. He moved out of town, and found himself a job as a prop for a small casino. He kept his gun, and practiced with it just enough to avoid getting rusty.

Quietly fading into obscurity, he once or twice tried going back to Dodgeville to make amends for what he did. Not the shooting of his boss, he thought that was pretty righteous all things considered, but rather all of the stuff before that. None of that was very nice either. The killing, the threatening, the supplying of narcotics to people who couldn't say no if you held a gun their head, and so on.

Heroes had it right, he realized, but he was just a guy. He alone couldn't hope to make a dent in Dodgeville. Every time he tried, he found himself reeling and feeling just how past his prime he was.

Then he got word of a billionaire building a team of odd talent, trying to make a difference. This got Tony interested. This was his chance, he figured, to make something happen. So he picked up the offer, and there was simply simply no way he would refuse.

[User]
A cursory glance around the room would have made it painfully clear that they were exactly a clown and an elephant short of a three ring circus. Well, scratch that. The pleasantly grinning oaf could probably wear a red nose handsomely, and who could ask for those peanut-loving grandstanders when there's a living, breathing raptor in the room? He took a short, calming breath. They were officially Barnum and Bailey's.

Doing what he knew best, he kept his hands busy, summoning up a marble-sized sphere and passing it between his fingers in a seamless wavelike motion. He really thought the past year couldn't get much worse. Little did he know, he'd be spending time in a room with a giant rat and a bunch of super-powered kids. Some of them looked like kids to him, especially the stammering little waif who'd spoken first. That made his brow furrow, because nobody in the goddamn universe fussed about kids unless they were old and bitter. He definitely could check off the bitter box, but old? Cody shrugged and paid attention to what vitriol one of his new teammates was spewing.

He knew she was right, but the blonde still felt like he had to smooth it over. It just didn't sit with him that someone could make that their first impression when so much was on the line.

"Look, sweetheart," Cody allowed himself one pointed barb before continuing, "None of us came in here today with the expectation of saving the world single handed." The raptor might've, but that would be single-clawed. He omitted the joke and moved on, "I don't think I'm too far off when I say a fair few of us have already been knocked on our asses. We're here now, though, and we want to make something of ourselves, even if it means we get beat up sometimes." He offered a kind smile to the girl whose concern sparked all of this.

Cody wasn't much of a motivational speaker, and that was really too much front-and-center time for his delicate constitution, so he leaned back against the wall he'd stuck close to, captured the marble of energy in his hand, and crossed his arms over his chest. With a wry smirk, he considered the fact that they at least had the numbers to overwhelm a group of crooks. Plus, he was sure each and every one of these folks had their own set of abilities, and a good deal of them were probably more impressive than the power to shoot tiny spheres around like in some arcade game.

He busied himself trying to guess his cohorts' talents. Raptor girl and rabbit-in-a-hat were both confirmed. He assumed the rat's powers were just... being a rat. Which was cool. The scowling one probably had some sort of toxins in her skin or something, like one of those rainforest frogs. The one he'd smiled at, with her question about success, either came from a background of insurance agents or she had a non-combat power. Mr. Rock'em Sock'em arms had the ability to give himself a bloody nose, plus he got to have metal arms. He snickered.

He pretended not to notice Mr. Happystein falling out of his chair, as not to embarrass him. However, that reminded him of the metaphorical second shoe that had yet to drop. Everyone was asking about the mission: how many mooks would they beat up, where were they going, what would happen in case things went wrong. All he wanted to know was one thing, but he'd seen movies, and he knew Merlovich would never fess up directly.

"You're a really big name around here. You're filthy rich, and don't think this means I don't appreciate you giving us a chance, but couldn't you afford better?" He gave an apologetic shrug to his comrades, "I'm sure we'll be a great team someday, but most of us haven't used our powers for anything even remotely dangerous before. Guys like you take risks on the stockmarket, not on crusades like this one."

[Assistant]
The transformation of the human woman into a RAPTOR of all things seemed to have been a bit to much for Gutter. Squeaking loudly as he pushed away from the table, the ratman throwing himself back into the chair and flipping it over, causing Gutter to vanish from sight as the chair hit the floor; Strangely enough, those that bothered to look to see if he was alright would find that the rat was gone!

After his 'accident', Gutter had used the broken line of sight with the humans to dart underneath the table and into the shade. Granted it wasn't exactly the darkness that he was used to or wanted to be hiding in, but just being out of sight of the humans above seemed to make him more at ease. While he liked and wanted to help humans, he found being in sight of them... difficult. They were always quick to judge him a monster just at the sight of him and thus he just found it easier for all concerned to simply not be seen at all.

His ears twitched as he listened to what was going on above quietly, not really feeling in the mood for asking another question again. Not yet anyway.

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It was a few hours past sunrise, breakfast was ready and Joe was running late. Or at least that's what he had thought; Joe didn't really own a watch or clock. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he grabbed some sausages and toast from some random shmuck's plate and dashed out, from the diner he had just entered, in style. [b][i]"Ya snooze, ya lose, sucka!"[/b][/i]

 I forgot to mention, Joe was broke.

Ten minutes, two blocks, and a bush was what it took Joe to shake off his pursuers. Honestly, this was his personal best.

"Hey Jimbo, the coast is clear?" whispered Joe as he cautiously stuck his head out from the bush he was hiding in. Technically, he stuck out his afro. And from it, came out his necktie wearing chimp. With a cup of coffee grasped between his hands and a shrill shriek, Jimbo responded.

"Sweet. Let's head over to the spot."

A maniacal grin appeared on Joe's face as he and Jimbo strutted to the Slight Heroics Headquarters.

As much as Joe enjoyed the idea of conversing with his newfound colleagues and exchanging ideas and queries, he found himself ignoring everything and anything that was going on around him. He was definitely stupefied at the current predicament he was in.

Abruptly getting up from his chair, Joe slammed both his hands on the oval table that they were surrounding.

"Yo, you lot got great questions, but I gots to know one thing."

Joe remained silent for a few second and sternly gazed at the hologram in front of them before continuing to speak.

"Can Jimbo get paid in oranges and not bananas?"

[Assistant]
Tony went into the meeting dressed as sharply as he could be, with his nice wool suit and his lucky red tie and a dab of cologne. First impressions did go a long way towards establishing some measure of credibility, he figured, and it wasn't like it'd hurt him to look good.
Or well, as good as a 57-year-old man could look. There wasn't any respectable way for him to hide his age, so he didn't bother. Really, it was his way of saying that this whole endeavour was important to him, even before he actually walked into the briefing room.

Granted, his teammates didn't seem to share the same idea. At least, the ones that could be bothered to try. There was a rat that was literally in rags, but given the smell, it was probably living on the streets right now. No chance for it to clean up there. A few others who didn't seem that far off from the streets, either. Well, if nothing else, starting from the bottom means there's nowhere to go but up.

Tony eased into his chair, and relaxed a bit. No real reason to worry about escaping or anything like that. If Kaden really wanted him dead, surely a billionaire wouldn't have to go through with such an elaborate ruse. It was also pretty doubtful any of his teammates came with ill-intentions.

Tony was content to listen for a bit before talking. Now, he himself didn't have any real questions for Merlovich, since his comrades had taken all of the really good ones. Really, it was nice enough to just be there, and enjoy the show.
Hell, he couldn't help but smile when one of them turned into a bona-fide Velociraptor. He hadn't seen that kind of enthusiasm in a while, and it was kinda refreshing.

That said, not everyone seemed to be as upbeat about the whole thing. One of them asked if this was the best the Billionaire could afford. Seemed like a really pessimistic thing to say, but then, it didn't seem all that unreasonable.

Tony turned to guy who asked.
"Excuse me," he started, before realizing he didn't actually know this persons name. Or the name of anyone here, really. "I don't mean to speak for Mr. Merlovich, of course, but strength-of-character is as important as actual strength, if not moreso," He said. "And that's one thing money alone can't buy. Yet, here we have it in spades."


[System]
Age:
25
Race:
Human
Plane of Origin: The Vrihins Wastes
-Majority of the planets in this Plane are lawless lands where criminals and crime syndicates rule, though are still a few major lands where there is strict order and laws, but even there corruption runs wild. Most of it are desert-like areas, though technology is vastly advanced, the majority of people still ended up living like animals. Though the technology for traversing Planes had just been recently discovered, still considered highly experimental and dangerous by authorities.
(Think sci-fi wild west for the setting)
Backstory:
Marcus grew up and thrived in this corrupted environment. He became known for his ability to hack into corporations to steal their data and then sell it on the black market, He ran countless other scams as well, and getting caught up in many other risky adventures. But one particular adventure was a con with a powerful crime gang, Marcus tried to double cross them, the profits would have been astronomical in numbers. Unluckily, the authorities also wanted him, and he was caught and thrown in a prison. By the skin of teeth Marcus escaped, but he knew he couldn't stay there, his last option was to find a way through to another plane. By sheer luck Marcus landed himself from this plane to another that the Stone-Turner was passing through. Seeing that they needed recruits, he figured he could live his old life behind and dodge the consequences.
Notable equipment:
Revolver: capable of shooting regular bullets as well as fire bullets (Marcus only has 15 rounds of these)
Hacking Device, CR4-DL:
more of a keepsake, not much use out of his own plane, as it is incompatible with most of the foreign technology
Notes:
N/A

[User]
Marcus watches the medic's practiced hands fixing Virum for a moment before losing interest. He snorted at Virum's comment to Gorchek, he spun on his heel to find an adequate spot for his own trinket. Wondering a bit further off from the rest, Marcus surveyed the various trinkets and stepped over any dead bodies that happened upon his path. Marcus stopped near the edge of where the atmosphere fromt he ship ended.

He crouched down and fished out the bullet casing, peering at it between his fingers briefly. It glinted in the sunlight as he turned it over, and Marcus felt a twinge of something genuine for a split second. Marcus nestled the bullet in the dirt and decided to look over the other trinkets left behind. He wondered if anything would be valuable enough to trade off.

Marcus kicked around in the dust for a bit until he spotted something golden glinting underneath a pile of dirt. Marcus swept it up, examining it further. It was a rather fancy pocket watch, intricate engravings along it's golden edges. He knew he probably shouldn't take it, especially after Gorchek had specifically warned everyone not to. But, hey, old habits die hard. At least that's what Marcus thought to himself as he stuffed the watch into his jacket's inside pocket, only after making sure no one was paying attention to the young man.

Satisfied with his contribution, Marcus decided he had enough of all the dust and dirt and rejoined the others at the foot of the hill to wait for everyone finished with their own offerings.

[Assistant]
As Artemis returns to the ship she finds several people rushing around frantically with Jibb waiting for her at the door leading to the long stairway below deck.

"Come on! Hurry up!" she calls as she rushes downward. "The drinnium evaporator is breaking down, if we don't fix it we're all going to lose oxygen!" Jibb wastes no time explaining the urgency of the situation. She waddles down the hallway and pushes open a thick wooden door with bronze reinforcements on it. Inside is a large furnace similar to a forge but with pipes and valves above it leading outside. Jibb grabs hold of a big gear and holds it above her head. "I need you to fly up there with this and see whats broke! Tell me what else you need and I'll grab it but I can't get up there!"
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Now feeling better, Virum is taking strides over the large fields of items. He abuses the low gravity, allowing for slightly longer jumps than normal, and keeps his dagger in his hand pointed downward to avoid any potential stabbings. Eventually he finds a spot with a decaying crown and an old warriors helmet. He imagines a multitude of stories for what could have brought these things here and why they would have been left behind, and decides to add his dagger to the collection. He kneels down and sticks it in the dirt, handle up.

When Virum returns and whenever Orky finishes his business the line re-forms and Gorchek addresses us.

"Alright everyone! I hope this has been a meaningful experience for you! We're gonna need to go ahead and make our way back to the shuttle now!" He seems a little uncomfortable, like he has been eagerly awaiting a return to the Stone-Turner.

[User]
Meili

She laughs watching her sister pale at the thought of popping a shoulder into place, turning as her sister figures out how to fix a dislocated shoulder she moves around staring at the items that others have left around the ground wondering about the history and why they chose these certain items to leave behind. She grows bored soon and turns off walking back towards Gorchek, stopping at his side she holds her hands behind her back just waiting on the others to finish whatever they are doing so they can return back to the ship; glancing around she frowns wondering where her sister could have ran off too *Did she catch a shuttle back already?*; perking up as Gorchek starts telling everyone they need to start heading back to the ship "Excellent"

Artemis

She pulls her hair up into a tight bun as she walks onto the ship and following Jibbs towards the large furnace listening over what the problem is. "Got it Ma'am" she shifts forms grabbing the gear, her dust falling to the ground as she flies through the tight spots up to the drinnium evaporator. Smirking she touches down on another gear shoving the one handed to her where it should be, grunting she pushes hard and pants watching it lock back into place; flying down to Jibbs landing on her shoulder "I need another belt and some oil...the shits rusted as hell up in there"

[Assistant]
Orky walks away from Artemis and Gorchek to go place his talisman somewhere. He walks for a bit looking upon the graves and the trinkets by them, until he stumbles upon a grave with an orcish helmet upon it. Curious to talk a look Orky gets closer. He decides to inspect the and goes to touch it. When he makes contact with the helmet a sudden range of emotions come upon him like a surprise attack. He realizes this is something the shaman of his village told him once. That if an item is used enough it can contain some of the emotions of the user. Orky then takes some time to feel the emotions coming to him.

"Happiness, Anger, Confusion and Pain so much Pain," Orky then sighs and lets go of the helmet. He speaks in an old Orc poem in ancient Orish, which roughly translates to "The Tides of War have groomed you and brought you to this fate/Pain is all you felt and it was all that was left/May you rest now brave warrior and the afterlife treat you well." Orky then sets his talisman down next to the helmet then makes his way back to form in a line with his head hung low.

[User]
Marcus had been waiting a while by Gorchek's side while everyone else finished up their business. He had been chucking dirt rocks against the steep hill, amusing himself to the rocks break apart when he threw it hard enough. He climbed to his feet once Orky had strayed back to the group and Gorchek proceeded to advise everyone to make their way back to the shuttle.

"Oh good, just when I was getting bored of all this dirt." Marcus chuckled to himself, dusting off his dirtied clothes. Marcus was oblivious to the growing anxiety of Gorchek, instead more distracted by the obvious distraught Orc. "You good, big guy?" He said while giving a light slap to Orky's thick arm. He did not wait long for a reply, instead more eager to get back on the Stone-Turner.

[Assistant]
Lanestol observed others as they placed their items among the vast piles. He did not notice one of his comrades disobeying their guide's orders as he was more intrigued with Orky noticing an item from among a fallen of his race. He sensed the artifact's remnant energy, as though a piece of its former owner's soul lingered upon the helmet. He could not pick up exactly what, though, and let the orc have his moment to lay the fallen warrior to rest.

He snapped back to reality. He hadn't been able to pick up on that before. He was strictly a medical professional, able to tell live from dead about as well as the next doctor. He seemed to hear voices calling from the treasures and trinkets strewn out and piled high before them. Voices of fallen, of those lost adrift in space and in unknown reaches of planets. They started to sound like they were talking over one another, and only grew louder as he continued to linger at the site.

Fortunately enough, Gorchek ordered them all back. Just as well, for he needed to find a place to quell these new voices he couldn't pick up on before. He filed in to board a shuttle back to the Stone-Turner, trying not to panic or let the adrenaline rush show in a cold sweat or tense sensation, though his eyes seemed betrayed his uncertain fear nonetheless. Who were these voices? How did they speak to him now? He tried to drown them out to avoid answering those questions.

[User]
Jibb rushes back and forth bringing Artemis her required components. Once she has delivered them she rushes around to the other side of the massive furnace and reads a few gauges before turning a loud, squeaky wheel that causes steam to burst out of an open valve briefly. The fire in the furnace sparks up high as the steam vents out and then dies back down to its normal size.
"Artemis you need to hurry!" she calls out, "We only have two... maybe three minutes left. The shuttle isn't going to reach them in time!" She is holding the valve tightly, keeping it from spinning back to it's original position with great effort.

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Down on the surface the group has begun to move back toward the landing site. We have to scale the hill and return to the top, the valley is too dangerous for the shuttle to openly land in due to the possible effects some of the artifacts might have on the Drinnium engines. The Stone-Turner itself is also floating just above the hill, the shuttle will take us directly back up to the ship. Once we hit the base of the hill Gorchek drops down onto his prone position and scuttles up with extreme speed before hitting the top and calling for the shuttle to be deployed.

On the way up the hill Virum approaches Lanestol. The people of Lyduros have far greater mental capacity than those of a human and often make deductions or learn new skills entirely subconsciously. One such skill that he had learned from Lanestol was how to read people and determine when something was wrong, even if he could not diagnose what was wrong. The doctor looked as though something troubled him and Virum couldn't help but take notice. He approaches and speaks semi-quietly so as not to arouse suspicion in the other members of the party.

"Are you okay, doctor? You look like you need to go see... Yourself, I suppose." Virum wasn't sure who to refer the only doctor on the ship to for a medical check up.

The shuttle begins its descent just as the group is reaching the top of the hill and about two minutes later it reaches the bottom.

[Assistant]
Artemis

She hauls up the items handed to her, moving from belt to belt replacing them and grunting as she pushes more gears into place that popped out. "All gears are in place...it should start working again". She heads down grabbing up the oil, tiny sweat droplets running down her face and rushes back up pouring some over a rusted gear watching it soon as she shields her eyes with her hands to keep the oil off her face; moving on to the next gear repeating the process, making sure each one is greased up nicely before flying back down and panting returns back to her normal size walking over to the gauges "How are the levels looking Ma'am?"

Meili

She follows after Gorchek to the top and glances down watching the others making their way up the hill; turning away she looks up at the Stone-Turner ready to be on the ship and away from all the dirt and dust floating on the wind. She sits down cross legged closing her eyes waiting on the shuttle to arrive "How much longer Gorchek?"

[User]
Virum's approach slowly started to make its way amid the drone of voices until his broke the chorus behind them. Lanestol came back to what felt familiar and real again. He turned to the companion he just healed after they made their way downhill when he was asked if he was alright. Of anyone who could have asked, it had to be the fastest learner of the crew.

"I might just be hearing things is all. I'll be fine." He continued uphill, focusing on how Virum was handling the walk back uphill. "Probably should make sure you're still together once we get back to the ship. I hope I did a good enough job, though I also like to check up on patients when I have to do off-ship operations." He tried shifting the topic so he didn't remain in a state of terror from what he thought he just experienced. He wasn't lying. He just needed to think about anything else.

[Assistant] It was on the shuttle when Orky heard something. It was almost as if something said thank you in orcish. Orky was baffled for a bit then looked back down to the all the trinkets and realized it was the soul of the Orc that had thanked him for passing on. On the way up Orky remembered he hasn't gotten his daily exercises yet. So he stepped to the side and did some light stretches, then he bolted to the shuttle. He was kicked up dust on the way to the shuttle apologizing to everyone. He caught up to Gorchek while he was scurrying up to the top. He almost beat him but Gorchek is very efficient with his many legs/arms. When Orky reached the top behind Gorchek he said to him while panting a little, "You gave me a run for my money Gor." Orky wiped off some of the sweat off his face then sat down on a rock to take a breather.

[User] Marcus strayed a bit behind the crew, taking his time as they made their way back up. He did stop to watch in fascination once Gorchek scuttled up the hill shockingly fast, as well as the orc who trailed after him. He would hate to have either of those two angry at him. Once Marcus reaches the top of the hill with the others, he takes a seat next to one of the sisters, he was pretty sure her name was Meili. Marcus was a bit impatient for getting back on board the ship, growing tired of all the dust and rocks. He glanced at the slim girl besides him, "Hey, where's your other half?" He asked with a tilt of his head, referring to Artemis.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Before entering the mirror world:
After entering mirror world:
Speciality in the mirror world: Ranger

[User]
Lance leaned up against what remained of one of the temples walls, quietly keeping to himself. A fortunate situation they had found themselves in, even if some were still uncomfortable as he watches Reina's reaction to the storm. Lance looked up as he peers through a small gap in the ceiling, as a rain drop chances its way through it.

Lance shakes his head blinking as he refocuses. He returns to observing the group following on from his small day dream.
..."move closer together we need to share body heat"
Wait what?! The thought spiralled in his mind before hearing the conclusion.
"its for survival" Well that did make more sense. Reluctantly Lance let out a sigh
"Fine." he says before walking closer to the group. "Doesn't look like this'll let up anytime soon." Merely mimicking the others he turned out his pocket extending its contents out in his open palm. Bits and pieces mainly just small ripped scraps of paper and a few coins.

[Assistant] Lucas kept quiet as he helped set up a fire pit, like his father had taught him when they went camping. He blushed slightly at the mention of huddling up, his eyes wandering over to the girls, who were all quite attractive. He looked away, hoping they hadn't seen his blush, or him staring at them as he resumed setting up the fire pit.

[User]
Reina only blinked before she tilted her head.
"I don't have pockets" Reina says softly with a slight pout as it was true she very rarely wore pants, shorts that had pockets or coats that was long enough to have them before blushing very brightly at Naomi's suggestion mostly due to her clothing being less then the others and she really didn't want to risk one of the guys getting to personal.
"I..i'll go look for more wood for the fire" Reina says as she turns around and goes back to looking for anything that could be used to keep the fire going once it was lit.

[Assistant]
Thanks Arin said Naomi then she heard Reina say she was heading out for more fuel

I'll Help she offered and passed her lighter to Arin

She follows the other girl out into the storm looking on the side of walls, rocks, and trees in the hope that wood found there would have been shielded from the rain

[User]
Tawny was annoyed. This was not supposed to happen. They had plans to be elsewhere and the unpredicted occurrence had forced her and her friends to spend who knows how long at this strange place. Another loud clap of thunder had her groaning audibly. It seemed like she grew a little more aggravated every time that happened, considering her frustration at their current situation. Wet and irritable, she trudged though the sheltered area of the ruins picking up fuel for the fire.

An unexpected sound suddenly caught her attention. Was that meowing she was hearing? Sure enough, she turned to see a black cat approaching, its emerald gaze fixed on her. The sight of the animal put her in a slightly better mood, and she knelt down to stoke its wet fur as it stopped at her feet.

"I guess you didn't plan on being here either."

With all the material in hand, she made her way back to the others, only to find that the little feline had decided to follow her closely. Seeing no harm in having it tag along, she continued on until she caught sight of her friends. The boys were working on the fire, while the other two girls were nowhere to be seen. They were probably out gathering as well.

"Gentlemen," she addressed them, throwing what she picked up into the pile to be shaved. She then proceeded to aid them in their setup, taking a glance at her cat companion nearby. "Yeah, don't ask. It likes me for some reason."

[Assistant] "Not to sound rude or anything, but please keep it away from me." Lucas said, backing away a little, stacking some of the sticks they had in a teepee formation, putting the shavings and kindling underneath. "I'm very allergic to cats."

[User]
Arin nodded at Naomi who departed with Reina. He stared at the lighter for a few seconds before he turned to Lance and chucked the lighter to him, without warning. Arin didn't know how to use a lighter, so it seemed best if someone else held onto it. He then turned back and continued with the wood shaving, a small pile beginning to form underneath him.

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[Assistant]
"Sounds like you should watch out for the cat then. A cat will go where a cat would please, it's not likely to understand your allergy. Plus, you can't always rely on others to babysit it." Lance says with a half-assed shrug. 'No offense' would of probably been the correct way to finish both those sentences, but Lance wasn't exactly renowned for being overly polite. Lance watches as the formation of the makeshift fire are put together, almost missing the tossed lighter, fumbling it with one hand before swiping his grip around it with the other. "Non-smoker then I assume?" It wasn't really a question that warranted an answer, why else would it be passed to him.

Lance knelt down by what had been put together so far. "Pretty simple really we just... light." Lance flicks the lighter on his hand positioned by the kindling. "Then we just softly..." Lance blows against the small embers trying to encourage them to catch and grow. A light puff of smoke, greeted by a small smile as he softly sits back almost triumphantly. "Just don't suffocate it."

@Azure Flame (I guess also a little toward) @Raptra

[User] "That's the plan." Lucas said, letting the kindling catch on the wood before carefully positioning more wood onto the fire, getting it a good size so it can warm them up and dry them off.

[Assistant]
Naomi gathered together several sticks that were shielded by those on the surface and reasonably dry and not too large thinking they would be difficult get burning; this she based on her brief experience at summer camp.

Reina we need to hurry back before we get so drenched the fire won't help she called out to the other girl worried as the weather displayed an increase in volume.

The ground around them was illuminated briefly by a flash of lighting so close that it was less than a second before with a crack and boom that both girls could feel shake them to the bones

[User]
"Oh well," Tawny began in response to Lance and Lucas' exchange about the feline. "I guess this time, it's deciding to stick to me. It looks like Lucas and I shall be keeping away from each other for the time being."

With the cat still at her feet, she made her way over to the other side of the setup away from the allergic blond while Lance lit the fuel. She settled down near the fire, helping to toss in more of the drier pieces of wood to keep it going. While doing so, she took the time to think. Perhaps the situation was not all bad. The place seemed interesting, and there was no one that she would rather be caught in a storm with than her friends who were currently with her. In addition, she now had a little black fur-ball with her that could help keep her warm.

Surely they could come up with something to do while they waited the storm out. They were a bunch of teenagers after all. She glanced outside as the storm worsened, hoping that the other two girls would make it back soon.

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[Assistant]
Reina nearly dropped what she had in her arms at the large crack of thunder before nodding at Naomi.
"right let's get back tot eh others then Naomi" Reina says as she takes off back towards the temple ruins in a half walk half jog.

[User]
Naomi followed Reina Back inside and couldn't help but giggle when another stroke of lightning made the sky shiver with its explosive appearance. She couldn't explain it but thunderstorms always made her feel alive, she would have danced naked in them if people wouldn't have thought her crazy but then she had that rep without the skyclad display just because she loved to make and model her own costumes for Cosplay.

So it was with a smile she deposited her load of wood on the small pile they had already accumulated then looked over the others she was trapped with till the storm let up.

[Assistant] "Someone's happy." Lucas said, noticing Naomi's smile as she returned. "Something good happen?"

[User]
Arin nodded at Lucas to confirm his assumption, before finally whittling down the remaining piece of wood in his hand. Arin slid the knife down into it's compartment and slipped it back into his pocket before shoving the pile of wood shavings he had made towards the rest of the spare wood, putting it side by side with the rest of it.

It was about then that the two other girls had returned, one of which seemed incredibly content with the current situation. It seemed this storm was going to get worse before it got any better. Arin shrugged and proceeded to lie on the cold, hard ground, looking up to see the ornate carvings of what's left of the ruin's ceiling. He pointed at them and began to trace the patterns and pictures in the air, just to pass the time.

[Assistant]
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Her smile is friendly as she looks into Lucas's eyes

"Don't know why but I always get excited about thunderstorms. The flashes of light, the explosion of sound just takes my breath away; my mom drug me in more than once back home on the Isle of Wight. She was afraid of them but me; I suppose I take after my dad who was in the military." she said with an excited giggle her amber eyes practically glowing in the dark.

[User] "I've always found the rain peaceful and the lightning kinda exciting, breaking up the peacefulness every now and then." Lucas said, looking out as another bolt flashed. "Most people are either scared, or find the occasional boom annoying, good to know someone else likes it."

[Assistant]
Arin turned to Lucas and Naomi. "Maybe this used to be a temple for Raijin?" He pondered. He was referring to the Shinto god of lightning and thunder. A mythical red oni who would beat his mystical drums to create the pounding of thunder. He'd come to the mortal realm to steal the stomachs of misbehaving children. At least, that's what the myths said.

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[User]
@Azure Flame

 "I can see that, if we were back home I'd say Taranis the Thunderer but then his temples weren't nearly so grand and often made of Peat and stone" she says to Arin as she looks to see how the fire is doing then begins arranging the sticks that are wet close to the fire to dry.

Once she's done with that she begins adjusting her long skirt and reaches inside then begins wiggling and pulls off her long cotton slip which she folds then sits atop using the layers of fabric to insulate herself from the cold stones

[Assistant] Lucas's eyes widened as he watched her slip off the slip, his cheeks turning a little red, unable to take his eyes off her legs.

[User]
"I don't like storms" Reina says as she sits near Naomi.
"Lost my mother to a flash flood after one when I was a child" Reina elaborates before anyone could ask why as before she lost her mother she loved listening to the storms but ever since she lost her mother she dreaded hearing thunder and the storms that came with it.
"I just hope this storm passes by soon" Reina states before checking the solar powered watch that looked like a wide bracelet.
"Also it's 7:50PM" Reina says with a sigh.

[Assistant]
Naomi looks at Reina her smile gentle and friendly as she pulls the other girl close.

Never lived anywhere where I had to worry about flash floods, even the worst Channel storm couldn't threaten the family home on the high cliffs of Ventnor. Sure in our present situation we are all miserable but the morning will come and the sun will shine and we'll all bask in its glow soon enough; just stay close and you guys move closer she says looking at Lucas and Arin

Not often two girls will let you so close without the promise of love and or marriage she adds with a giggle

[User]
Lance simply watched on as the other continued their conversations, until a certain scene drew the attention of someone close by. "psst, dude stop staring." Lance grumbles softly Luca's. "Just go talk to her, sometimes actions aren't better. Hey Naomi, catch." Lance finishes the last sentence with a whistle as he tosses the lighter back to her. "Not to dampen your mood, but storms like this tend to stick around. Least for a while." Lance stretches the stone floor wasn't exactly a comfortable place to sit, still it was better than being outside if only a little. "Best to just try and stay comfortable, and warm" He continues as he adjusts his sitting angle folding his arms across his chest with a sigh.

@Azure Sea@Azure Flame

[Assistant]
Naomi caught the lighter hearing Lance call her name just before he tossed it then she heard him say the storm might stick around and they should try and stay warm.

We all need to get close enough to trap our body heat between us, boys should be on the outside as girls are more susceptible to low temperatures due to having less muscle mass she adds remembering an article on why women feel the cold more than men.

She checks her dress edge making sure it's trapped under her shins and doesn't allow the cold to seep in.

@Azure Sea@Azure Flame

[User] Lucas blushed first at Naomi telling him to get closer, then at what Lance was telling him. He took a couple deep breaths and walked over to Naomi and Reina, closer to Naomi. Still blushing, he softly asked Naomi "So, ummm, a-are you s-seeing anyone N-Naomi?"


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Class: Wyvern Rider

Game: Fire Emblem: Awakening

Equipped Weapon: Axe

Appearance

Armor/Clothes: Elanzo's clothes mainly consist of a simple red top and white cotton pants. For armor he wears battered leather shoulder pads, chestplate, and shin guards.

Elanzo was born and raised in a quiet town with a small populace of a hundred or so denizens. With very little trouble ever coming along, life was peaceful...and utterly boring. Unsatisfied with the monotony of daily life, he would spend his days wandering the edge's of the nearby forest, wishing for something interesting to come along. Never did he think that that 'something' would be big, winged, and try to bite his head off if Elanzo so even looked at it.

After reports of mysterious half-eaten rabbits and strange foreign sounds at night, a curious Elanzo ventured into the woods to put to rest these complaints and worries. To his surprise, hidden in the thick foliage, was a wyvern with an injured wing. It was a mystery as to how it had managed to get in this part of the world, and even more of a mystery as to how it got hurt. Put that mattered not to Elanzo. He was instantly enamored with the creature, and was determined to heal and befriend it. However, there's a big difference between healing broken bird wings and broken wyvern wings. After all, birds don't try and rip you limb from limb. But after a week of persistently visiting the hurt beast (and perhaps a bribery or two of lamb meat), Elanzo had gained the wyvern's tentative trust and was allowed to attempt to heal him (he was somewhat sure it was male...somewhat sure...). With some help from a Cleric that was luckily passing by the town, the wyvern was better than ever in a few weeks time.

Elanzo expected for the creature, dubbed Yorke in their time together, to disappear once the injury had been healed. Much to his pleasure, he was wrong. Much to his displeasure, he found out about his wrongness after discovering a sleeping Yorke curled up in his room and scaring the townsfolk. Filled with a renewed sense of adventure, the duo set off from town, ready to explore the land.

As the duo traveled from town to town, they were halted by a dark sight: bandits. With little mercy or remorse, the group of thieves plundered a nearby town and threatened to burn every building down if they weren't given gold. Angered by such actions, Elanzo and Yorke attacked the bandits and managed to drive them away from the town. Though Elanzo departed quickly from that town, his actions did not go unnoticed by a certain goddess.

[User] Enarrion followed the other girl down the spiral, paying little mind to her new companions. Once she reached her destination, she read the words written on the parchment. "Assassins, hm?" She frowned slightly, having a great dislike for assassins. "Tch. Cowards." She drew her sword, testing the edge. As always, it was razor sharp. "We'll take care of them."

[Assistant] Cecelia took in her surroundings. They were atop a hill that overlooked the castle, though they could see only two sides, it wasn't but a few yards from them. The other side of the hill that faced away from the castle could view two horses galloping towards the castle, but headed for the second side they could see, meaning it had to be the assassins. In front of the castle was a huge mob of people, both defending and defying the castle. Cecelia estimated the distance the riders had to go and figured wind strength and direction. "Five minutes before I could shoot them off their horses." Cecelia mumbled her calculations' results as she started examining her equipment: first the bow, then each arrow. All the while talking to her new... coworkers in a quiet, yet steady voice. "So who are you? Not many swordswomen in Tellius, and even fewer dragon riders. Two major wars wiped most of 'em out. We have five minutes before they are in my bow's range, and at that, it'd take us a good... three or so minutes for you to get into slicing range, and would take your wyvern at least two to get to the assassins, with them running in terror from the huge lizard; no offense, Mr. Dragon. May as well strike up a conversation with you lot. Names?" Being straightforward, she asks her fellow Guardians of Balance their names.

[User]
Elanzo felt Yorke shudder anxiously from beneath him as they and their companions entered the spiral. The wyvern didn't take too well to new surroundings, and even less so to new people. He petted the dragon's scaled head calmingly, staring curiously at the people around him. "Easy, buddy..." he whispered. "You aren't the only one who's alarmed..." He glanced over to the parchment and nodded understandingly. Defeat the assassins. The rider rested a hand on his axe, a small bit of comfort at the familiar grip. It was a simple enough command. But writing was never as easy as action.

Elanzo turned his attention to a girl asking for introductions and bobbed his head in greeting. "My name is Elanzo," he greeted, careful to keep his voice formal, "and 'Mr. Dragon' here is Yorke." The Wyvern gave a small growl as his name was called and gave the unfamiliar companions a suspicious glare.

[Assistant] "Enarrion of Jehanna." The swordmaster in training gave her name, but did not turn to look at her companions. She sheathed her sword, waiting patiently. "Remember, these assassins are well-trained. It might take more than a single arrow to kill them. If they come closer, I can take them."

[User] The rider hefted his axe into his hands, the heavy weight fitting satisfyingly in his hands. "Hopefully they won't get that far, then." Elanzo's eyes lingered on the assassins before shifting to his companions. "As much as I'd like to burst in and knock the bronze out of them, what we need is a plan. And fast."

[Assistant] That caused Enarrion to turn her gaze to her dragon riding companion. "Do you question my skill?" Her words were impersonal, cold. She was proud of her prowess with the blade; implying that she was unskilled was a quick way to gain her ire. "Feh. It matters not." But I will show you later. "As for a plan... if archer-girl here doesn't kill them, get me close. I'll take one, you take the other."

[User] "Two minutes. I'm aiming for the horses, not the people, Enarrion. I'm aiming for what I know I can hit. It'll give you two more time to swoop in on Cuddles and eliminate them." Cecelia takes aim and comtinued as she sighted. "also not sure if they're our mark. No highlight... still gonna shoot the horses down, but question before killing." With that, Cecelia put all her focus on her shot, waitong for them to dare enter her range.

[Assistant]
"W-what?" Alarm flashed through Elanzo's eyes at Enarrion's tone. "Oh, no! I-It's just that there's two of them and one of you and I didn't--" He grimaced as the swordswoman cut off his rambling with a cold dismissal.

'Cuddles' growled as Cecelia laid out her plan, but was quickly silenced by a hard nudge from Elanzo. "Yes, Ma'am," the rider confirmed. The wyvern spread his wings and Elanzo glanced back at Enarrion. "It'll be faster if you get on. Don't worry -- Yorke know's better than to buck off friends."

[User] "All right." Enarrion had no clue how to mount a dragon, but she did her best, and made it up with little trouble. "Ready when you are, Elanzo."

[Assistant] Hearing agreement with her intuition, Cecelia gives a verbal timer for them. "Shooting first horseman down in three... Two... One... Fire. Go now. Second target in three... Two... One... Fire." Shooting an arrow at each "fire", Cecelia hits each horse, knocking it over. Throwing in the command to start flying, Cecelia figured the two horsemen would care to stick together rather than abandon the other in the confusion. Still seeing no highlight on them, she grimaced. Had they gone for the wrong people...? Hopefully not.

[User] As Cecelia released the second arrow, Yorke took to the sky with a flap of his wings. He wobbled slightly at first, unused to the weight of two people, before steadying and soaring up. Elanzo guided the dragon to the sky before steering him in a dive bomb towards the horsemen.

[Assistant]
The Horsemen

As the wyvern rider descends, he begins to hear the horsemen talk. "... and we'll never reach the castle in time. All the fighting will be over and all this ride will be for nothing! Dammit!" The man on the forward horse exclaims his anger of the situation. The second man adds blandly, "great. Now we're going to be attacked by Twin Riders. Just our luck, Cain. Looks like we'll have to wait on the Prince." Both men, boasting armor that looks as though they're used to horseback combat, bear no crest or insignia. They draw their swords as they see an impending foe drop from the skies atop a wyvern. The one who, you can now tell, rode a white horse, cries out, "Have at us, fiends!"

[User] When they were close enough to the ground, Enarrion vaulted off Yorke, landing in a crouch. She stood and drew her blade in the same quick movement. "State your names and intentions." She said, little emotion in her voice. Her sword was currently held to the side, the tip of the blade hovering just over the dirt. The swordswomen was ready to counter whatever action was made by the horseless men.

[Assistant] The human-wyvern duo circled the horsemen before landing behind them. Yorke snarled and snapped, while Elanzo twirled his axe with practiced grace. "We don't want an unnessecery conflict," Elanzo readied his weapon, poised to strike, "but that doesn't mean we're not ready for one."

[User]
Horsemen
The horseman who was in the lead, and obviously in charge between the two, sheathed his weapon. "Hold, Cain. They don't seem to be after us." Turning to the group before them, the man explains, "I am Jagen. This is Cain. We're Prince Marth's escort out of Altea." Seeing the younger rider about to protest, Jagen raises his hand to silence him. "When there's a sword at your neck, simply do as the wielder asks, and maybe death may be avoided. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to double-time it to the castle to get Prince Marth from any Gra soldiers who've made it inside." Bowing formally to the two, the horsemen start off towards the castle.

[Assistant] Elanzo stared at the two horsemen for a moment, weighing their words. "I guess that explains why you don't have highlights," he mumbled to himself as he lowered his axe. "If you are with Prince Marth, then allow us to help."

[User] Enarrion hissed between her teeth, sheathing her sword. If what they say is true, we have messed up, big time. "You can be of more help than I, this time, Elanzo." WIth that, the swordswoman bowed slightly and started walking back towards their former vantage point.

[Assistant] The horseman Cain snorts. "Yeah, well, I doubt three of us could fly on a wyvern in time to save the Prince. Thank you, O helpful ones." The horseman walks double-time alongside the now-silent Jagen as they head towards Castle Altea. Cecelia sees two more horsemen in the distance, glowing this time. Unable to holler to her allies, she simply takes aim as they approach, seeming to draw weapons.

[User] Enarrion looked back towards the horseman who complained, catching a glimpse of the other two horsemen in the process. There. They must be the assassins! Without a word, she took off, running towards the castle, hoping to intersect their path. She knew she couldn't run as fast as a horse. Her only chance was to get between them and their target.

[Assistant] The second set of riders came up fast, drawing weapons well before reaching the group. Cecelia sights the horsemen as they ride, but doesn't get a shot in, because a moment before she let free the arrow, both horsemen jumped off their horses and began running towards Elanzo's wyvern. Figuring they knew her position, she shot an arrow into what seemed to be the assassins' paths, but tried to get it close enough for Elanzo and the original two horsemen to hear the arrow's thunk.

[User]
Elanzo tensed as the sound of an arrow whizzing by reached his ears. Either his allies were turning against him or...
He quickly brought out his axe, eyes alert as he spotted the glowing assassins approaching. Yorke took to the air as Elanzo glanced back at the original horsemen. "Might want to get ready. We have company."