[System]
Character Type: Protagonist

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: Lucas comes in at a height just short of six feet. His body is built for endurance, with a stocky chest and what many people consider stronger arms and legs. Although he has these features, he never excels at a particular field of athletics, but rather does fairly well in almost all. His skin tone reflects his sporadic outdoorsmanship, being a light tan. His copper locks fall just short of his hazel eyes in a slightly messy fashion. His nose, mouth, and ears have nothing special about them, which he doesn't mind.

Clothing Style: Lucas doesn't care much for fashion or appearance. He prefers to wear whatever feels comfortable and useful. He often wears a plain light red t-shirt, with a thin dark blue hoodie draped over, accompanied by worn-down blue jeans. The presence of pockets is necessary for his hoodie and jeans. He carries around a black backpack, often full of supplies, but is starting to run low.

Personality: Lucas is a social klutz, often jumbling up his words whenever he tries to convey his thoughts. In order to cover this up, he doesn't try to enter conversations and often listens and watches body language instead. His intellect is fairly high, but people can't tell that right off the bat due to his lack of communication. He prefers to sit on the side until he knows what he will do despite his skill in improvising. He loves to play games with others, as communicating vocally and physically seems so much simpler in games.

Likes*:
Swimming/Rain/Water in general
Daydreaming

Dislikes*:
Being forced to do something
Bullies
Panicking

Hobbies/Talents*:
Can read body language well

Past/History: Lucas lived a sheltered life in Rustboro City when he was young. His parents were heavily introverted, and he suffered socially due to it, often getting bullied. Getting bored was all to easy for him, so he became skilled at daydreaming whenever he wasn't studying or running around. Eventually, he became tired of his shut-in life, and decided to sneak out one night. The forest seemed like an eerie place, yet full of possible adventures. The pokemon in the forest were friendly towards him and each other, and Lucas couldn't help but feel envious of their free lifestyle. The first night he went there, he had such a good time, and because of it, started sneaking out at night whenever he could to go there.

One night, after a long thunderstorm, he found a variety of water pokemon in the temporary lakes formed by the rain. He played with the new arrivals that night, and the following nights. The lakes started to dry up soon enough, and various water types began to leave. However, one stayed behind. Lucas felt sympathy towards the left out Mudkip, and offered his home for the night. The Mudkip followed him home, and they quickly bonded. Lucas kept the Mudkip's presence secret from his parents, as he knew they wouldn't approve.

Now when he snuck out at night, the Mudkip would join him on his adventures. They trained and played with each other over the years, until one night his parents caught onto what he was doing. They demanded that he leave the Mudkip. He refused and ran into the forest, his parents chasing closely behind. However, they weren't as physically fit as Lucas was, and that ended in disaster on the bridge. His mother slipped and collided with his father on a bend, and they both fell into the lake. Lucas didn't realize they had fallen off until hours later when he returned, and found a gruesome site. He didn't have anything left for him, so he took his school backpack, filled it with supplies from his home, and fled from Rustboro.

Pokemon:
Mudkip/Skip/Male/Mud-Slap, Water Gun, Rock Throw, Tackle/Lonely/Torrent/None

Family*: None

[User]
Steam, cold temperature, backpack's weight and the annoying sound of petty chatting: The entirely of this made Nero realize how much he hated train stations, but it was the only way to arrive on his destination: Anvil Town. The industrial town which, at this time of the year, was likelly filled with... steam, cold temperature and the annoying sound of petty chatting. Oh, and his backpack would still weight at his back, amazing.

As annoying as that all was, there was no way Nero would miss the opportunity to meet the prodigy professor in person, not at all. He didn't live that far, so he had heard about him - about everything, honestly. The boy glanced at the brown creature sitting by his shoulder - an Eevee - and his only pokémon, so far. He had no need to ask for a starter pokémon, something nearly every starting trainer would do, still, perhaps some information of value would be given to him, something that'd motivate him towards his objetive of becoming a champion, even...

The train stopped and what followed after was the chaotic movement of the crowd, all leaving at the same time. Nero recalled his pokémon to avoid losing ir or harming it even, seeing how he himself was hit by a taller someone's shoulder at least tree times, he never wished for a sharp object so much before. Nonetheless, step after step, he made his way towards the town, glancing occasionally at a town map he had in his hands. A few more steps and there was the boy in front of the seemingly most technologically developed building in this whole town. The boy entered, wordlessly; there were a number of individuals inside, but Nero's eyes focused instantly on the professor. A hint of a smile, which rapidly got replaced by a frown. The boy kept himself quiet, taking a few steps to the side, his hands pocketed in his jacket.

[Assistant]
Barnabas pepped up at the sight of two to-be trainers entering the laboratory. He was glad to see that the others wouldn't take too long to arrive. He really didn't want to be left alone with Professor Snowbell for too long. If the two newcomers had been here earlier, it would be likely that Barnabas wouldn't even have bothered greeting the Professor. Amelia definitely seemed a bit more timid. But that was natural. It was rare for someone as young-looking as her to be starting their journey so early. Barnabas gave a pleasant grin, lacing his fingers together as he peered over at Sigurd and Amelia. This time, the smile reached his eyes, which crinkled up in amusement.

"Nice to meet you." Barnabas stated cheerfully. Roxy peered down at the Litwick and Scraggy, greeting the two with a small snort.

"Yes, yes, I am Professor Snowbell." The professor greeted, pausing afterwards as though awaiting for impressed applause. "You'll be getting... starter pokemon and pokedexes which were just shipped in today by the lazy bastards in charge of it. That's what this little... one is here for." The Professor complained slightly to the kids, before he swiped a huge brown bag off of a nearby bookshelf. He spilled the contents, which were seventeen different pokeballs, each holding a different starter.

[User]
Amelia

Amelia turned around as she heard more people enter the building. Both were male, several years older then her. The second one that entered stepped to the side and just watched things as they happened. The first one made his prescense more then known, mainly by shouting. This was not so good with Amelia, who instantly backed away and covered her ears as she fell over a stray object. She didn't care though and simply curled up with her hands still over her ears.

Litwick took exception to this and turned towards Sigurd, unleashing an Amber in the man's direction. A protective one, that Litwick apparently was.

[Assistant]
Finally, his first step to understanding what it means to be strong. He walked over to the pokeballs and pokedexes that were laid out on the table before them. He picked up a black pokedex and a case for it and attached it to his belt. Now to pick which ever starter he wanted. Oh there were so many types he could pick from, but he could only take one of them. Deciding to take a chance on fate, he took a pokeball and tossed it into the air, the ball released a ball of white energy and formed into a Piplup.

"Pip?" It looked around with great puzzlement of where it was.

Sig bent down and smiled at the tiny penguin. "Hey there wanna go on a-" Sigurd was cut off by the little girl falling down to the ground.

"OI!" Sigurd quickly as he could ducked as a flurry of fireballs flew over his head. The little girl just suddenly fell to the ground and her Litwick attacked him out of the blue! Perhaps the Litwick attacked him because it was something he did that caused her to become like this? Carefully he approached her and went down on one knee so that he could lay a hand on her. "Hey hey, sorry. Did I startle you?" He smiled nervously at her, hoping to undo the wrong that he had done.

Rusty glared at the Litwick for attacking his partner. Even if his partner was careless, how would he know that the little girl was sensitive to loud noises. Meanwhile the Piplup just stood there confused.

[User]
That was the very reason Nero always kept his distance from others; shouting, falling and pokémon-attacking-trainer. This whole ordeal could've been avoided... if they simply kept themselves quiet. An annoyed sigh ghosted past the boy's lips as he rolled his eyes; the Eevee, seemingly by it's own, appeared in a flash of red light over the boy's shoulder, it's black eyes glancing from side to side. The pokémon was already beginning to trust Nero, but only by a little bit.

The trainer began walking foward, trying to avoid the other trainers - naturally. Once he managed to sneak through the commotion and pick up a pokédex, a rather broad smile appeared on his lips. He smiled so frequently, sadly, it was never because of anyone but his own reasons. "See, Eevee? This will help us a lot,"

Nero murmured to the pokémon, using the pokédex on the brown furball. Information regarding Eevee and his species appeared on the screen, the boy nodded and placed the pokédex on his backpack. He'd find an easier way to attach it somewhere, later. Now, he truly wanted to get out and proceed to the closest gym around. Perhaps that'd be a good way to test how much he and Eevee were able to understand one another... Or, maybe, battle any of the trainers around here, earn some battling experience which isn't theoric. Or... Nero's eyes glanced towards the pokéballs. Would he be allowed to pick up a starter, even though he had one already?

[Assistant]
Amelia

Amelia looked up at Sigurd as she noticed him approach and her face turned a bright shade of red as she looked back at the ground and removed her hands from her ears.
"S-sorry." She stuttered, her voice low, almost to the point of being inaudible. She had never talked to anyone older then her that she had never known before so she was rather scared of this stranger. Her Litwick ignored the Scraggy staring at it and moved over to Amelia.

"Litwick, Lit?" It asked, sounding concerned. Amelia just gave it a small smile before looking at up at Sigurd

"Sorry. I don't handle loud noises very well. Something about them has always scared me." She said." And sorry about Litwick. She's a bit protective of me."

[User]
The fact that people traveled high velocities on hollow metal tubes called trains was one that was drilled into young minds during school. However, experiencing it was something that couldn't be explained that easily. Lucas broke his gaze and thoughts from the scenery speeding by outside to pay attention to his lap. Skip was sleeping peacefully despite the train's constant vibrations. A nap did sound good right about now, but he had to stay awake to know when to get off. Which, according to the trains deceleration, was coming right up. He softly shook Skip awake, and as soon as the mudkip got off his lap, he stood up. It felt good to stretch out his legs as he walked off the train into the station... only to realize this wasn't what he had expected. The buildings in the town were much older than he thought they would, and there were more people too. An odd combination. Standing around wouldn't help at all though, so he headed into the town with Skip right beside him.

The town itself wasn't that bad, Lucas had to admit. The stores seemed nice enough with smells that nearly tempted him to break into his supply of money. Before he could be tempted however, he sat down on a bench to check his supplies. Each time he checked, the backpack seemed bigger by lack of content, and this time was no exception. Sighing, he zipped it and got up. He and Skip kept on walking through the town, until Lucas noticed the one building that stood out from the rest. The professor had to know some things that could help him around here. He and Skip walked up to the doors, and they slid open with ease.

The scene that awaited the two was a bit... odd, by any standard. A young girl was on the ground with a teenage boy kneeling beside her. It seemed that the boy did something that upset or hurt the girl by accident. Besides them, there were a scraggy, litwick, piplup, and charmeleon in the room. Finally, the professor and presumably assistant were standing next to some pokeballs and another boy, who was holding a device in his hands directed at an eevee. It was a lot to take in at once.

"Um..." Lucas couldn't find any words to say, or questions to ask. He couldn't help but feel awkward in this situation. It felt like he had intruded on a sacred ceremony, or something like that.


[System]
Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it's required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren't conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other's company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn't touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn't have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera's wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi's office. She didn't dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn't, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people's perception, make them believe they're seeing things that aren't there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

[User]
Michael Kennison

The early morning was pretty peaceful, as far as Michael was concerned. He had decided to take the time to walk to the hideout, using the opportunity to enjoy a bit of a drink along the way. He might not specifically be a morning person, but a bit of food never really hurt to get him woken up and ready to go. It was a useful skill, and one that he had drawn upon heavily in the recent years. He certainly wasn't going to complain about this.

He wasn't sure what they would have in mind for the day, but he was sure that it would be interesting. Rare was the occasion when they simply sat around and did nothing, even if there were times when they had to stake some place out or wait around for people. those were boring as well, but at least he could focus on the job that had to be done. He didn't like being left without something to do. At least he wouldn't have to wait too long.

A sigh escaped as he breathed in the crisp morning air, enough to refresh and rejuvenate him as he neared the hideout. The suit he wore fit snugly, tailored for his size and adorned with a nice looking glass rose on his lapel, and he walked along with a smooth step. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about, not so deep in the territory of the Family. Aside from random chance, nothing could touch him here. That left him free to enjoy the sights and the sounds of the morning.

But at last it came to an end as it had to, with him arriving at the safehouse. He didn't take long to move inside, heading to the office where the meeting was to be held. Honestly he found himself surprised by the number of people there, since it was a rare time when so many of the Family were gathered in one spot. This must be important then, and he straightened up a bit to treat it as such.

A frown split his features as he shifted to look at the others when the Father made his announcement. War then? That was going to be interesting to see, though he did not not shy away from it. It might be callous to say so, but he was looking forward to matching his stuff against the other Families in an actual brawl. But ultimately it was up to the Father, so he wouldn't go intentionally provoking things without cause.

He nodded as his task was given out, as well as the guys that he would be working with. "You can count on us," he replied with a small grin and a small two finger salute before turning on his heels to leave and get to work. Time was wasting after all, and it would be more fun than being here.

[Assistant]
Valoran Dryder

Valoran's morning started off with a fight with his son Vance... "Dad, I can take care of myself. I've got powers too!" Vance crossed his arms, glaring at his giant of a father.

Valoran shook his head. "No, you will stay home. I have been told by your teachers that your slacking on your grades. I won't accept that." He had high hopes for his child. To one day see a Dryder who actually went to college and finished school. "Now I have to go do some work. I expect to see you here when I get home tonight." He grabs his leather jacket from the rack.

Heading to his bike he turns it on and drives to the meeting. He arrives last, due to his fight with Vance, which is unusual. He takes his spot at the seat to the right of Corvo, where it is blatanly obvious he's the Right Hand Man. He stays silent throught the meeting, only voicing his thoughts when people are given jobs.

"I don't want my son caught up in this." He scowls, crossing his arms and leaning back. "I'll have to send him to his grandparents..." A pained look comes to his eyes. Corvo knows how hard this will be for the man. He practically worships the ground his son walks on. He even gave up looking for any kind of personal company to raise the boy. Vance even thought that Corvo was Valoran's father, and still calls him Gramps.

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Sera Angela Harrison -- The Songbird
Sera was one of the first to arrive within the Don's office, having actually aimed to be there before anyone else and failed. Inconvenient. With other forces taking thee boss's focus and not willing to show rudeness to the man that kept her in business and in home, she had skirted around his desk instead. She found a perch on a side table that was descent enough. A rather unladylike position, Sera sat atop the surface with her long legs crossed, watching more and more family members work their way inside the hideout. Lips tight, fingers tense against a delicate white box balanced on her lap, her eyes burned with their usual cobalt Bunsen fire. A nervous tension brought a bounce to an ankle, exposed beneath the baggy hem of the trousers she wore. She appeared to be in a worst mood than usual, her approachability dropping.

It had been easier for her than many to wake up this morning; she noted the many tired eyes around the room. Living with and assisting a baker, she was used to an ungodly prep time, internal clock tending to rouse her before Rosemary even had the chance. She soothed herself with memories of the morning, watching her favorite gal work was always a near hypnotic experience. Something akin to the spell she could weave with her voice. Rosie's thin fingers working daintily at dough that was tougher than she was, pushing up on her tiptoes to use her wait to knead at it. Rosie looking up and giving her that sweet, sugary smile, blonde hair tucked behind her little pixie ears. She would explain what she was doing and didn't mind that it fell on half deaf ears. She'd drag Sera in close, pushing her hands into the mix and ignoring the protests as premature bread oozed between well bred fingers. When Sera managed her escape to the nearest sink, she returned to watch the rest of the show. Rosemary guiding thin stripes of dough into a braid, draping each one of the mass of cinnamoned apples along the center. The pastry box on Sera's thighs felt warmer, seeping into her skin and she squeezed it tighter to her.

She might have lit up the Don's office with a rare smile if she wasn't so tense.

Of course, with memories of the morning came an increased bombination of nerves inside her. She had seen the books, knew that the times were affecting the pocket change of the masses and decreasing their customer pool. Corvi's speech brought no relaxation to her spring-locked muscles, only worsening the case in fact. She glared at the opposite wall above everyone else's head as if it might be to blame for all this misfortune. Hearing of an impending conflict brought on a flash of the bakery into her mind-- destroyed. That was not acceptable. The depression really was threat enough to their little shop. She would not allow any harm to come to her one place of peace, would not let another group come in and take what was theirs. Her fingers were nearly crushing the object she held all the way up until he spoke her name. She looked up and forced her hands to release the box, stretching her fingers out. Forced her lungs to take in air again.

Breathe Sera. It won't happen.

She stood up as everyone began to prepare for their assignments, gracefully pushing off of the mall table and making her way to the boss's desk. A swell of pride overcame her as she heard Cesar's comment about her abilities, nodding with restrained smugness. "Of course, that is my function." She placed the small box delicately in front of Corvi, eyes downcast with a respectful smile. "Another gift from Rosemary."

Then, she was falling into step beside her new partner, taking his arm in on gloved hand while she leaned in close. "Do you mind a small detour, dear? If my expertise is to be used, I should change my get up." Things had been a bit of a disaster that morning for the two women. They'd both somehow forgotten their womanly duties to do laundry until last minute, leaving Sera to borrow Rosemary's previous husband's trousers for lack of skirts. It was fitted to her figure of course, but still felt a bit odd on her form. She'd done it before, just not in public. No matter, the laundry they had set out should be dried by now, so she could be more presentable.


[System]
Character Sheet
Age:
22

Magic Level:
B

Magic:
Bubble Magic
Zami can create bubbles, then manipulate their properties for a variety of uses such as mobility, defence and trickery.

History:
In his early years, Zami was considered dumb since by the age of 5 he had never spoke a single word. On his 6th birthday, however, it became clear he was not actually dumb when he got his hands on his father's light pen and was found writing up an exact copy of a shopping list that was left in the kitchen. Handwriting was messy but readable.

As months moved on, he was left with the light pen and he started responding to his parents. His handwriting even started to improve. Years later, it was clear that he fully understood everything his parents said yet he still didn't talk. This was something his mother and father eventually accepted as something that would never change. Zami, their son was mute.

In his teens, he spent alot of time reading books and had taken a liking to books about magic. He tried to teach himself how to use the most common magic but nothing really worked properly. He started to search for rarer magic books, desperate to find something he might actually have a knack for. Eventually he came across bubble magic by accident. Bubble magic was not
necessarily rare, it was something to entertain children that wasn't really used anymore. He found himself able to do it and he practiced daily because it cheered him up after a long day of failing to learn more powerful magic.

Within 4 months the bubble magic was second nature to
Zami and he started improvising new ways to use it. He ended up developing a more powerful, a more versatile form of bubble magic using some of the knowledge he previously thought was useless from all the magic books he couldn't learn from. By age 18 he had perfected what was basically his own unique magic.

One day he was practicing in the library when he
accidentally overdid a certain spell and was banned from his local library for temporarily deafening everyone there. On his way home he came across an injured middle-aged man being chased by a handful of thugs using magic, possibly from a dark guild. Zami wanted to run in the opposite direction of the commotion but he felt like he could help. Using his magic, he was able to help the middle-aged man escape, leaving the thugs slipping and sliding on bubble marbles.

After floating away a safe distance Zami landed on a rooftop and the man proceeded to thank him for saving what could have been his life. He also was asking about the bubble magic while Zami, with great difficulty, gave him the jist of it with gestures and a light pen. Impressed, the man offered to take Zami on his travels to his guild, since he was a wizard who saw potential in
Zami. Zami agreed to go once he heard that there would be more libraries along the way.

He travelled with this wizard for about 2 years and was a frequent visitor to his guild. The guild kept offering
Zami a place as a member but he declined every time since he felt some of the higher up guild members were too agressive.

These days, Zami wanders Fiore offering temporary companionship to whomever finds need for it, earning cuts from guild mission rewards, seeking more magic books to potentially develop his magic further and making new powerful allies wherever he goes.

Personality:
Optimistic, open-minded, friendly, laid back, loves to read, a pacifist and a mute.

Guild:
Looking for a guild with a philosophy he agrees with.

Team Members:
None currently but is happy to help whoever he can.

Three Strengths:
1. His bubble magic offers much utility
2. Great listener
3. Can be trusted with any secret

Three Weaknesses:
1. Lacks some basic social skills
2. His bubble magic is mostly harmless
3. Always smells of soap

Greatest Love:
Helping others.

Motivation:
To be seen as an ally to whoever considers themselves a wizard.

Appearance:

Male, average height, bright orange eyes, dark medium length shaggy hair and a ginger chin beard. Wears a pair of goggles around his forehead, a white long-sleave shirt, a baggy light gray hooded longcoat with short-sleaves, a 3/4 length pair of dark gray cargo pants and a pair of canvas shoes. He also carries a canvas messenger bag.

[User]
Ammy Silver|Streets of Crocus

Ammy had taken the field with the rest of their competitors for today, her dual scythes hanging from her waist as she walked. A maze with the only point being to overcome any obstacles thrown at you was a simple enough game, one that she could do well in a number of different ways. She stood silently. observing her opponents as they talked among themselves and deflected any attempts to socialize with her by drawing a scythe and absentmindedly spinning it around in her hand. This was more than enough to discourage the two who approached her, and she was ready when they were teleported out of the stadium into the city. Her demeanor changed slightly as she walked, drawing her other scythe and spinning it in the opposite direction of the one she'd had in her hand when they teleported. She then started singing a song to herself

"Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down."

As the song finished, a nursery rhyme to those who had bothered to pay attention to her over the flamboyance of the other mages, her scythe blades gained a purple glow and she smiled to herself. "Reaping Wind." The two blades continued spinning, but a pair of purples cyclones shot out of both and shot forward, slamming into a large bear and putting it against the wall. It was clear it was still alive by it's growls of anger, but every time it tried to get up, it's legs wouldn't cooperate. She kept walking, right past the bear, even as the announcer said none of the other guilds had started yet. Well, if they had favorites, let them watch them. Dragon Fang would be the guild to come on top.

As she walked, dispatching a group of wolves in similar fashion before the encroaching darkness settled in. Her smile never wavered though as she kept walking in the direction she'd determined for herself. "Eyes of the Reaper." Her eyes glowed purple and she watched the confused animals wander around, their essence revealed in the darkness thanks to her spell. Under normal circumstances, she'd hunt down the source of this spell of darkness and defeat them, but in this case, she could use it to her advantage. And she continued on her way, humming Ring around the rosy to herself.

[Assistant]
Serma "Luna" Cathris -- Streets of Crocus Once Luna had made sure all of the Hyenas were now coming from one direction, she made sure that they weren't going to bother her anymore. She hated hurting animals like this, but she was sure that these weren't real animals. Just magical constructs meant to test them. Taking a breath, Luna made sure her hood was still on correctly as she continued down another alley and towards the Castle. She estimated it'd be at least a twenty minute walk to get there, but she figured the game would last at least half an hour, but probably closer to a full hour, or even two. Long enough for there to be clear winners, if anything.

Luna was surprised at how pretty the city looked when no one was around. But it also looked foreboding all the same. Danger lurking around every corner as well as other contestants that wouldn't hesitate to beat the snot out of each other. She made a note to herself to avoid other contestants if at all possible. They were a drain on her magic energy, and would make this entire challenge all the more difficult. She bit her lip, and looked up at the castle again. She could see it clearer from here, it was a lot closer than she had first estimated. But then again, she didn't have crowds to compete with like she did every other day she's been here.

Her next challenge came in the form of some sort of magical construct. It was made with a set of plate-mail armor that was colored such a deep purple it was almost black. On it's back was a long cape that would've looked kingly if it wasn't in tattered ruins. The helmet was spiked, but was dented and scratched terribly, and there was nothing visible under it. Held resting on it's shoulder was a massive sword that looked like it could cleave through a solid rock or a person without much trouble. However, it seemed stationary, standing in the middle of the road as Luna approached it carefully.

She thought about going down an alley and avoiding it, but that would mean backtracking a fair distance, as the stretch of road she was on didn't have very many alleys, so she decided to approach it head on, and fight it. "Blade of Sol." The girl held her hand up, and a long sword made of fire a light formed in it. She held it in a way where the tip was almost touching the ground as she approached the construct of Armor and Magic, but she wasn't prepared for its sudden attack.

When Luna was about fifteen meters away from the armor, it suddenly launched into motion. With speed unbecoming of something its size, it dashed forward and sliced at Luna with its massive two-handed weapon. The young girl barely managed to jump far enough back that the attack missed her, and she brought up her sword to stop an overhead swing downwards at her. Her opponents blade would slide down her sword and off to her left due to the angle she was holding her sword of fire, and she took the moment she had to attempt to stab the blade through the haunted armor. While the attack succeeded in piercing the plate mail, the foe was not vanquished, and she leaped away as it made another slash for her. It attacked with such speed and ferocity, if she didn't know it was a magical being, she would think her attacker a berzerker. It moved and sliced without seeming to care about protecting itself, though it's offense was deadly enough that one wouldn't dare to move in to attack.

Skirting around it, Luna looked for an opening. It continued to do fast, mobile strikes at her that would cleave her in two if one landed, but the girl managed to dodge or deflect her opponents attacks well enough to not be killed. Every single strike she managed to get in back left gashes in the ghost-warrior's armor, but that didn't seem to do any real harm to it. Fighting this was wearing her out quickly, and that wasn't good. If she met more of these later, she wouldn't be able to fight them if this one exhausted her too much. She jumped backwards after the armor did a heavy downward strike that she had learned left it open for a moment, and held her hand out. "Beam!" A white magic circle would appear in front of her hand, and a beam of sunlight would focus through it, quickly melting a hole through the armor. She then used it to cut her opponent in two diagonally, causing it to finally stop attacking, and dispel into magic dust. Taking a deep breath, Luna dispelled her sword and returned to her trek to the Castle, hoping that wasn't an enemy she'd be fighting again.

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master Jamie

Jamie read the letter with interest, reading it quickly, she looked back to Zami, and smiled. "well, Zami it's a pleasure to meet you." he said, chuckling at Zami's expression, seeing the boy staring at him. "I'm a shape shifter. I can change my looks with ease. If it makes it easier for you, you can just refer to me with the gender I'm currently wearing at the time. Most of the guild just chops and changes between male and female terms. I have my reasons for why I keep my gender hidden." Jamie explained, "the only thing I really need to know now is where you wish your guild mark, and what colour. Then I'll hand you off to Penny, she's currently my only S class Mage around. She does have a bit of a temper but as long as you don't tick her off, she is very patient. I have a few things I need to check, or is welcome you more warmly to the guild then simply passing you off for someone else to do that, I am sorry"

From a pocket, Jamie took out a guild marker and waited for Zami to give her any indication of where he wanted it.

tidius

Tidius watched Ariel with the fruit, a slight hungered expression on his face as he watched her eat the fruit, the magic taking her over again. Tidius looked to the other fruits, picking up another one be studied it with a curious expression, almost...lustful.

"we often do not know what we are capable off until we try" he said musingly

Without waiting for anything else from Ariel, he began collecting the fruits up, studying each one, he let nothing show what he was truly thinking

[Assistant]
Zami - The Bubble Magician____________With Master Jamie

Happy to see how friendly the master was, Zami gave a big smirk. "Are these guys really that accepting of new members? I have good feeling about this guild". He had to put some thought into his answers about his preference for his guild mark. He debated with himself whether or not to get it in grey or orange but then decided a teal-blue colour would better represent his magic since that's typically what his magic circles look like. As to where, he knew very much what he wanted.

With a proud smirk showing his conviction, he wrote onto his left forearm with the light pen. Then Zami raised his right fist in front of him, pulled down the sleeve and pointed to his right forearm before revealing his left which now said "TEAL-BLUE" in light pen.


[System]
Appearance: Luna is an average 4'10". She has chestnut hair usually tied up in the back in a ponytail. She wears a white top with purple trim, and a somewhat mismatched dark green skirt with white hemlines. She wears dark toned shoes with knee high socks. Her eyes are a deep blue, and although she can first appear quite feminine, she has much muscle mass upon closer inspection.

Gender: Female

Age: 12 Years Old

Country of Origin: United States of America

Personality: Luna is a tomboy, she would prefer exploring the woods around her home to learning to bake or sew. However, she is quite cautious of the unknown. She often hangs around with other boys her age than girls, and not because she is interested in dating. That's the last thing on her mind. She just wants to hang out with someone who understands her, who is like her. In the end, she just wants to feel accepted, especially by her greatly traditional parents.

Backstory: Luna was born and grew up in a rural part of Colorado. She was raised by her two parents as an only child. Her parents had certain expectations of her from the beginning, expecting her to look and act like a normal girl. What they got was the exact opposite. She became a tomboy, and they had to downright force her to even wear feminine clothes. Given the choice she would rather wear her camo shorts and t-shirt.

In school she never got along with any of the girls, but got along fine with most of the boys. One boy in particular she became great friends with, Dustin Coleman. He lived in her parent's home, which was partially an orphanage for children who never really had a home. The two would often play in the woods around the home, much to the distaste of her parents, who thought a respectable young girl should be home learning how to take care of the house instead of running around getting dirty. She tries every day to get them to understand her for who she is, but to no avail. Sometimes she wishes she was in another world, where she would be accepted.

Skills:

* Tracking: Playing in the woods around her house has taught her many skills, one among them is being able to track just about anything by their footprints.
* Medical Training: A surprising feet she accomplished is when she became a medic for her town's Boy Scout Troupe, unofficially of course...
* Athletics: She is quite flexible, and actually a self taught gymnist. While she wouldn't be participating in the olympics anytime soon, she can quickly climb trees and small cliffs with ease.

Other:

* Luna has a severe fear of the dark, stemming from a terrifying experience when she was younger that left her mentally scarred. Panic is putting the reaction mildly.
* As stated before, the only reason she wears the outfit she does is because of her parents. Her parents want her to be a normal girl, and seem to refuse to accept her for what she is, something she slightly hates them for.

Dorumon
Primary Form: Child

Baby Level: Dorimon

Child Level: Dorumon

Adult Level: Dorugamon

Perfect Level: DoruGreymon

Ultimate Level: Alphamon

Other Form: Alphamon Ouryuken (Mega)

Apparent Gender: Feminine

Personality: Dorumon is very cautious, but cares deeply for her friends, often either pulling them out of a dangerous situation, or rushing headfirst against all rationality to save them herself. Although not afraid to pull a few punches, she tries to defuse situations peacefully before resulting to violence. She does have a clear distinction between right and wrong, and holds her own personal morals close.

Dustin Coleman
Appearance: Dustin stands at 5'1". He has brown wavy hair that he used to try to keep combed over but has since given up attempting to tame it. His eyes are light brown. He wears a denim jacket over a navy blue T-Shirt, along with a pair of black shorts. He wears dark colored sneakers with normal white socks.

Gender: Male

Age: 12 Years Old

Country of Origin: United States of America

Personality: He has a thirst for adventure. He wants to live life to the fullest while he can. That defines him in a nutshell. He isn't afraid of the unknown, in fact he embraces what he doesn't know and learns from it. Many times this has led to some sticky situations, but he always comes out on the brighter side of things, seeing the silver lining in just about everything. He's just a normal kid living an almost normal life.

Backstory: Dustin never knew his biological parents. His father was unknown and his mother died from complications during birth. He was raised in a foster home, an orphanage in Colorado. And that's the life he knew, that he lived from that day forward. Life wasn't as boring or bleak as many media outlets make orphanages out to be. There was always something to do, new things to learn and discover.

It quickly became apparant of the friendship between Dustin and the Orphanage Owner's daughter, Luna. The two were as close as could be, and they were rarely separated. Her Parents even allowed Dustin to sleep in the same room as her. As the years passed, he became more and more comfortable with the family, he basically became the son they never had. However, he didn't care much about that.

He enjoyed being with Luna, she had become like a sister to him. Most of the day during Summer they would explore the woods near their home, often playing games like Hide and Seek, which he has yet to win a game of against her. At this point, Luna's parents are considering adopting him as their own, hoping that would help Luna through her "Tomboy Phase."

Skills:

* Athletics: Dustin has incredible stamina, most likely from being a Boy Scout in the local troupe. He can keep up strenuous exercise for extended periods of time.
* Camping/Survival: Being a Boy Scout also means he knows how to do basic camping and wilderness survival techniques, such as starting a fire, searching for food, as well as telling poisonous creatures and plants from non-poisonous ones.

Other:

* Although he knows that he was orphaned, he has no intention of attempting to find out about his past, or his unknown father, any time soon.
* Once in an early game of Hide and Seek, he was unable to find Luna for over a week. He later found out she had been sneaking back and forth from the woods to the house. He still hasn't gotten much better at tracking.

Dracomon
Primary Form: Child

Baby Form: Babydmon

Child Form: Dracomon

Adult Form: Coredramon (Blue)

Perfect Form: Wingdramon

Ultimate Form: Slayerdramon

Apparent Gender: Masculine

Personality: Dracomon is a headstrong and reckless Digimon. At the first sign of danger, when others turn and run, he turns and runs towards it. More times than not he has taken one heck of a beating because of this, but that never gets him down. He'll get right back up and keep getting up until his body quits on him or he wins. This causes a lot of his friends to worry, which really pulls at his heartstrings. He just wants to help, not make more worries.

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Delsin Grey[Sector 14 - Polaris Lakes → Forest]

@Shiny Keldeo@TalijaKey@Forsythe
The theory posed by the now identified Russian-British girl caused Delsin to reply in a flat tone. "For all we know, 'digital' could have an entirely different interpretation here. Same with the concept of 'data'. Alternative world, sure, but an alternative world that was spawned from computer code?" His emerald colored eyes panned to the girl, The student's face displaying a skeptical frown. "Yeah, no. That isn't possible."

Moments later, the small purple lizard that had been leading them to what was hopefully a place of safety killed his stride. The extremely pale white haired teen girl crouching down to check on him. The black haired boy sighed and averted his eyes to the trees. It better not be something stupid....

Unfortunately, the hyped focused teenager was wrong in his assumption. Delsin's eyes going wide as his head flicked towards the horizon, and Monodramon shared similar thoughts to the bookworm. "Fucking hell." he cursed under his breath. Things weren't looking good.

Renamon and the odd talking candle creature began to think up possible ideas for how the group could 'slip past' the living snowmen. Though the heavy tone of doubt of doubt in both their voices only made the Canadian boy groan as he crossed his arms. "I still don't understand what you mean by 'Champions', but you two are narrow minded. We're gonna get out of here. We need to try." Raising his fist up, Delsin pointed a thumb at his chest and narrowed his eyes. "I've got a life to go back to, and I'm sure you all do as well. We're not going to be able to pick them back up if you doubt yourselves."

Taking his thumb away from his hand, he flashed his pointer finger at the gloved fox before him. "Renamon. You can run fast, alot faster than any other bipedal creature I've ever seen. It was clear from your body language that you could easily have out ran me back at the lake, but you held yourself back as to not leave me behind." He nodded quick, a tiny smile forming on Delin's otherwise dead serious face. "Thank you for that. I appreciate it."

Lowering his hand, he folded his arms across the front of his grey sweater and panned his gaze across the other Digimon present. "Now, Mirko said you guys can perform....'Magic'. While I don't believe that it's 'magic', I'm convinced you all must have abilities that go far beyond what a human is capable of. If we utilize them correctly, and work together, we can get out of this. A group of people with various sets of skills is how a human war is won, so we'll do the same here."

The determined black haired teenagers speech concluded with a nod, just in time for there to be another sound that otherwise cut through the silence. The boy's gaze flicked to the bushes on his left, and he gasped. "Another person? With more Digimon?" Hesitating and considering their dwindling options of escape, Delsin began to jog to towards the bushes where the new human appeared. His head flicking back to the others. "Keep an eye on these guys, just like the rest."

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Katya
Katya laughed as Delsin attempted to sound smart. "So an alternative world period is an acceptable idea, but one of it's possible origins is a no-go? So much for consistency, not that I particularly care. It's just that, a theory, and until evidence is presented any other idea you might come up with is equally as far fetched." Katya hammered her logic in. The Russian was no stranger to skepticism, but double standards annoyed her. She didn't like his deadpan voice either. Aren't Canadians supposed to be nice and agreeable? Ugh!

Her attention was drawn to some other kids appearing form out of nowhere - well, bushes really - as it gave her a pause. Fight or flight. She didn't quite feel like trusting the digimon with getting them safely through around a two story tall animated snowman, but those kids over there seemed to sneak through almost all the way to them. Wouldn't that mean there was a way out? "Wouldn't them being here mean there's a safe way through in that direction?" she suggested, feeling a shiver run down her spine - it was getting colder.

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@Forsythe@Light Lord@Duthguy@Shiny Keldeo
 Candlemon& Mirko Dubrinic
[Sector 14]

Mirko stared at Katya and Delsin wondering if the two really had to debate the world nature right now? Like were they not realising they had a bit more trouble than simple figuring if they were in a parallel world, or the internet and with it the way home? Well even if they knew the nature of the world how would it help them to get home? Mirko looked at the two older kids. And neither teen looked to him like they had a degree in theoretical physic or computer science.

 "I've got a life to go back to, and I'm sure you all do as well. We're not going to be able to pick them back up if you doubt yourselves."

Said Delsin as a way to inspire them.
"Hey, I was supposed to go to school and club training, my parents are probably worrying their hair gray seeing I am gone for several hours already according to my phone clock..." Delsin went on trying to make a strategy and Mirko saw that Candlemon was paying close attention to the other boy. Well his candle body did the flame on top was still looking around and appeared nervous and was looking at him. He answered to Delsin.
"Can do Lava Loogie, which is a fire attack and Molten Wax which can slow them... "

There was a twack and moments later another digimon with human partner came in view from the bushes. Delsin approached them.

"Wouldn't them being here mean there's a safe way through in that direction?"

Mirko looked over at Katya, his breath a puff of white air thanks to the cold. "True. On top, it cannot be worse than staying in a most likely trap. Lets go."
" If they were with the army they would already atack us. So this amy save us." And saying that Candlemon, gave a nod and started moving towards them. Once the two of them got to the bushes Candlemon spoke to the waving digimon. "Introduction later. Show us the way." Mirko still holding candlemon hand gave a wave and a friendly smile to the digimon and the other humans they saw. Mirko did noticed not far on the ground a white snowman bear... He assumed they somehow knocked that Frigimon out. As well it meant that the trap was so much closer to them than they realized. He shivered, but this time not so much from the cold as fear. They could be dead by now if those people didnt came when they did.

[Assistant]
Dustin Coleman and Luna Bishop[Affiliation: ???]
[Digital World - Sector 14]

The two kids looked confusingly at the group, more specifically the boy who approached them first. "Watch out for them? Why?" Asked Dustin, looking down at Dracomon. "It ain't like we're part of the Digital Army, like the goons trying to whack you guys and them!" Said Dracomon, clearly offended. "Easy Dracomon... sorry... he tends to act before he thinks..." Said Dorumon.

"Whatever, he's right. We can talk later, let's just get out of here, it's freezing." Said Luna, hugging herself as the temperature continued to drop. "Back to where we were going before, Polaris Village." Said Dracomon, taking the lead. "He never changes..." Said Dorumon, rolling her eyes as she followed. "Come on, everyone, there's a village nearby, we've seen it." Said Dustin, waving them in the direction they were heading.

Frigimon Soldiers[Affiliation: The Digital Army]
[Digital World - Sector 14]

The Child Digimon quickly caught the soldiers by surprise as he launched his attack. "What is he doing!?" Cried out one in surprise. "Someone blast him already!" Said another. None wanted to fire, as none wanted to see what would happen. "Come on guys, he's just a Child! Take him out, for Lord Susanoomon!" Said yet another of the soldiers. One managed to fire off a shot, landing near the base of the attack, sending up a cloud of snow in its wake.


[System]
GENDER: Male

AGE: 32

APPEARANCE:

Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth.

BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No!

For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently.

One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice.

Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night.

Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever.

MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece.

GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown)
* A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages
* A coil of climbing rope
* Bedroll and mess kit
* Water, breat and salt meat for half a week

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The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive.

Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed.

Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run.

Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death.

Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear?

With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even?

Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.

[Assistant]
Three didn't make much more of one, either.

Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky.

Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended.

As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all.

"Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."

[User]
The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ?

Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure.

Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway.

His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility.

"Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.


[System]
Ok so... making a new guy for this:
Species: Pangoro
Gender: Male
Moves:
Counter (learned from many hours of training)
Bullet Punch
Brick Break
Crunch
Bio:
Where to begin with the story of Eralion. It would take a lot to actually say every bit of details from his life until now, but we shall go with the important parts.

Eralion was born from a Mawile father and a mother Pangoro in a forest far from Allure town. We could say it was an awkward family, but both of Eralion's parents loved each other. They worked long hours in the forest to defend the smaller creatures that would be too weak to fight, protected them from harm. Eralion look up at them, proud of having parents like these, though that was before he started to hear about guild's from some passer by. Those people talked to his parents quite some times, asking for directions to a mystery dungeon that was a bit farther north from their forest. Though a lot of times it was starting to get night and his parents usually invited them to stay for the night. Because of this, Eralion heard lots of stories of guilds, people helping out others, working side by side. When the guest left, Eralion asked lots of times to his parents about if he could go to Allure town to join a guild, though because of how far away it was, they said no, because it was too risky to move. Eralion though didn't give up. Instead of asking more and more, he started to train, fighting and punching, also learning from the old Wobbufett in the forest who gave advices to travellers. Both Eralion and the old Wobbufett got along quite fine, and it was also that way he learned to use counter, a move that normal Pancham could not learn.

After quite some training, Eralion asked his parents again if he could go to the guild now, being stronger than before. His parents said no again, though Eralion didn't give up. One day during his parents usual patrol, he followed them in secret. It was then that he saw a primeape going to hit a zigzagoon with a karate chop. His parents were about to go and help, though Eralion moved quicker. He moved in front of the zigzagoon and used counter. When the strike hit, Eralion's parents were horrified, only to have Eralion strike back the primeape full force, actually damaging him so much that he almost fainted, with Eralion holding on, giving a bit of breathing from the hit. He then quickly rushed and used Karate Chop also, finishing off the ape. His parents were surprised by this, but also mad for him to go into so much risk there. Eralion looked at them, before giving a smile, telling them he was alright. Sure he took some damage there, but he still felt like he could continue fighting. His parents looked at each other concerned.

That night his parents told him he could go to the guild after all, though that he should be careful. Eralion nodded, saying that he would. Finally he was going to have some adventure.
The next morning he packed up everything that he needed, and gave his last goodbye's to his parents. He then left his home. He wanted to return one day when he would have become much stronger and able to protect the forest, but for now the prospect of a new adventure loomed overhead.

Though his travels weren't as fun and games as he thought it would be. One of those days he was passing in large mountain territory where many old ruined buildings were. As he passed by, he heard screaming, creatures going and running away. What he saw was a granbull, attacking nearby dragon types, laughing at them. This made Eralion's blood boil. The granbull was already damaged a bit, but not enough to actually be defeated by any creatures around. Eralion rushed forth and used karate chop on the thing, only to have it turn around and then headbutt him right in the arm. This hurted Eralion a lot. The granbull moved closer and closer to Eralion.

"Well well… a little hero want to stop me… how cute…. Now where was I… oh right…." The granbull says before going to use headbutt again, though Erion resisted and used counter, striking the thing back full force, weakening him more.
"Why you little… able to use counter eh… you won't resist long though." He says. He was right. Eralion could not resist another hit. He started to run full force, going to get away from the thing. The thing started to chase after him, though weakened cause of the damage Eralion caused to him. Eralion had to find somewhere to hide… something to help him… something….

It was then that something in him just slightly broke as he heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to him. He looked to the direction of the granbull, slight energy being felt from the ground of the ruins,

"There you are… well… time to fi…" he start to say before Eralion got up, his eyes in a new rage.
"Still have so..." was the last thing before Eralion, who in a last attempt, rushed and striked the granbull right in the face, faster than anything he ever did before. He had just used bullet punch! The granbull falled on the ground, KO now. It was then that multiple dragon types walked by, looked at Eralion who was breathing deeply. He lost consciousness then.

When he got back to himself, he was in a large cave with a couple of dratini's playing in the corner. His wounds were patched with bandages. As he look up, he saw a Dragonite pass near him.
"Ah… Finally awake… Here…" she says before giving him a plate of berries.
"You should be hungry…. Eat up." She says. Eralion smiled and ate up, hungry like heck at the moment. He looked at his arm that he used bullet punch with. He saw a slight silver lining under his fur, but not much else. How did he even use that move anyway. He wasen't a steel type, and pancham could not learn such move. But also they could not learn counter. He knew he was different, but that different and able to use that attack?

After eating, he thanked the Dragonite family before going and leaving, going back on his way to Allure town. He still had a lot of road to do, and he knew his adventure wasen't over yet.
Appearance: He looks like a normal pancham, though under his fur of his left and right arm, theres is a slight silver coloring.

 Differences: He trained many hours with a Wobbufett to be able to learn counter. He will also be able to learn steel type move cause of his strange genetics, though he will retain his normal typing.

[User]
[???]

"We'll..." I start to say before looking at my still fainted partner. I then correct myself, saying "Or, I guess, I'll talk," I then continue on. Whoever these pokemon were, they at least didn't seem to be against us void types, "We're trying to save the world. These void crystals are growing unstable due to Giratina's realm being torn apart. Let me explain that last part... not too long ago, a strange pokemon told Giratina that his realm would be destroyed, she went on to explain that the other world was apparently empty, ready for the taking. Unfortunately, Giratina believed her, and he used his own power to start to destabilize the void crystals which held him in place, and kept him tied to that realm. My partner and I knew that this mysterious pokemon was lying, so we followed her into this world, where we overheard her talking about how she was going to destroy all of the void crystals... we couldn't let her do that," I then take a breath, and struggle a bit against these odd, and oddly effective chains, sighing when my attempt to escape my bindings failed. I then add "Thankfully, we still managed to take one of the crystals while you and your team distracted the strange pokemon... now we just need the others, and then we can finally put an end to this. All we'd need to do after that to keep Giratina in his own realm is to put these crystals in his grave," I look around a bit... this was one of those older guilds. I guess that would explain why I kept running into these pokemon, but, if they're here, then where's that strange pokemon who convinced Giratina to try to take over this place? Where was she? My partner, Flare woke up after this, and asked "Wha...? Where am I? Ack! Why can't I move!?" Much to my embarrassment. "Right... now, would you mind untying us? We'd like to get back to our job, and hopefully save this world, as well as our own," I then ask, in high hopes that they might let us go.

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[Anthony]

The elder finally finished his speech, and looked around, eventually asking "Eh? Now, what was I ranting about? Weren't there more of ya? Hm..." I didn't answer, as he just left the building, along with Terra who returned shortly after with a sort of fiery gem in hand, and a big smile on her face. "Alright, let's try this thing out," she said happily as she placed the gem next to Blaze (who was still an egg). Both the gem, and the egg glowed bright red, with the glow quickly growing in size until it looked as though we were all caught in some sort of inferno. Daniel shielded his eyes for some reason, but I didn't really find the light too bright, myself. The glow vanished, and left behind a now-permanently-hatched Blaze, who seemed dazed and a little confused for a moment before shouting out "Terra! You cured me! Thank you, big sis!" Well, he sure seemed excited about it, and, well, I guess he really should. Daniel, who just unshielded his eyes seemed pretty happy as well, even if he didn't ever really get to meet Blaze. "Well, team, I think we should call this one a win," I then announce, as Hex seemed to be a little quiet at the moment. I then head out of the village, only to see Darkrai again. "I really can't thank you enough, but I do know quite a bit about ancient things, maybe that would help, is there anything you'd like to know?" He asks me almost as soon as I see him. "Um..." I start to say before Static pokes his head out of my bag, and taps me where my shoulder would be if I had any. "Oh, right, do you know where the nearest orb of balance is, and if so, is there anything that I should watch out for?" Darkrai thinks for a moment, just as well, too, as I had to wait for the rest of my teammates to arrive.

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[Bonnie]

With Tini helping me out, the thorns came out really quickly, and that's when I got an idea. I scooped some of them up formed them into a ball of spikes, and quickly used switcheroo, forcing the scrafty to hold them, while I ended up with... er... some sort of half-eaten apple? Gross. The ball of spikes seemed to be doing its trick, that is, damaging the scrafty, and being really difficult to remove, and I smiled a bit, knowing that the tables might have just been turned by that. The scrafty tries to prepare a hi-jump-kick again, but takes one look at my smiling face and seems to just stop, preferring to just stand there, with a stupid face. I tried to make it look as though I liked that, mainly because that would get him to stop attacking more often, and just stood there, waiting for the rest of my team to finish him off. "Okay, Tini, now would be a good time for that fairy wind," I say to Tini, who was still right next to me from pulling out those spikes. It probably looked like I was attracted to this scrafty, and trust me, I wasn't, but really I was just trying to keep him occupied while the rest of my team finishes him off. I then remember Samuel, and scare myself thinking that he might just burn down the forest just so he won't be lost anymore... I mean, I wouldn't put it past him after the way he basically burned down my home without any hint of hesitation. That being said, he was a decent teammate to have around, just, keep him away from sticks, or wood, or really, anything flammable.

[Assistant]
-Samuel-
I was practically sitting down in my little cave, screaming now. I didn't want to be lost. "WILLIAM! BONNIE! SOMEONE?!" I was screaming, my hands cupped around my mouth. I was running everywhere and yelling my lungs out. I decide to run randomly through the forest, screaming madly. I was panicked, and I had run apon a scrafty, and my team, but I was so damn panicked that I began swatting at whoever I saw first. "WILLIAM HELP I'VE BEEN AMBUSHED BY A LARGE GROUP OF WILDS!" I scream. Turns out that I was slapping William in the face the whole time for three minutes straight.

-William-
While resting, suddenly Samuel bursts in from nowhere, screams louder than a whismur ever could, and strikes me many, many, many times. It took a while for him to realize who was who, and then he calmed down. "Ouch! What the hell were you doing?!" I yell. "Ugh. Well, we got this guy. Just waiting for him to faint, and we'll drag him back to the guild," I say.

[User]
Celes listened to the whole story, sitting down as she listens. When she heard about the whole Giratina being trick, one name came into her mind.
"Desia...." she says before untying them. She looks at them and sighed.
"Do not move.... if it is really the case, I want a confirmation...." she says before looking to her right, seeing a male meowstic talking with other members of the guild.
"Hey you! Mind coming here a second?" Celes then yells. The meowstic looked at her a bit confused before moving forwards.
"What?" the meowstic said, a bit annoyed.
"Mind checking their mind if they tell the truth about what they just said about the void crystals?" Celes then says. The meowstic looked at her confused a bit.
"Wait... what?" he says. Celes sighed.
"Just do it..." she says as the meowstic turns to the charmeleon and the vulpix, scanning into their mind and then stopping there, staring at them, and turning to Celes.
"They... They were telling the truth but.... if thats the case... then..." the meowstic then says. Celes sighed a bit.
"Mind warning the others about this please.... so we don't get any trouble with people wanting to defend the crystals from these 2?" she asks. The meowstic nods before rushing off. Celes turns to the other 2, her chains disappearing.
"I am sorry.... I needed to be sure about this... but with the effects that it does around the shrines... will it restore to normal one day or is there anything we can do about it?" she asks, now wishing Spruce was there. He needed to hear about this.


[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Whee.
* Personality: Overly confident nearly to the point of arrogance, and a bit of a showboat, Seffora is immensely proud of her magical prowess and not exactly shy about showing it. This can tend to rub some people the wrong way, but she doesn't really let that get to her. She's perpetually cheerful and optimistic, albeit a bit ditzy at times; she has a short attention span and finds it hard to really focus on things outside out of her interests, which are mostly cute girls and lasers. As she herself says, "lasers are a girl's best friend!". Really, she just wants people to see how great she is, and to recognize her for her talents, which is why she practically jumped at the chance to be a part of this endeavour.
* Skills: Besides being a skilled mage, Seffora is also a talented cook and doesn't have as much problems with modern technology as other mages. However, she's also small and not exactly the most physical of people, relying more on her mana reserves than her physical prowess and can easily be overpowered in close-quarters.
* Abilities:
	+ Magecraft: Seffora's elemental affinity is Air, and she possesses a moderate amount of high quality magic circuits. Despite being a decently skilled mage, Seffora is not very good at Formalcraft, as she relies far more on her own naturally high mana reserves than any kind of ritual-based magecraft.
	+ Notable Spells: Whilst she is rather skilled at several forms of magecraft, due to her high mana reserves Seffora has a tendency to focus mostly on blasts of mana. Her three favourite spells are Twinkle Laser (a small, fast beam of energy that can be fired rapidly), Sparkle Laser (a larger, more powerful beam) and Shining Laser (a far larger and stronger beam than even Sparkle Laser, which quickly drains even Seffora's mana reserves when used). These aren't actually the real names of these spells, but Seffora insists that her names are better.
	+ Gandiva Simulacrum: A Mystic Code made in the image of the legendary Arjuna's Gandiva, although naturally nowhere near as powerful. By channeling their mana through it, the user is able to create arrows of light, and although only one can be shot at a time it has exceptionally long range and can pierce several targets at once.
* History: The Arcuballistas are an old family of mages from Britain, who during the days of the British Raj spent a lot of time in India studying the mystical beliefs of the natives. Even back then, many of the more traditional mages found this distasteful, feeling they had been "polluted" by outside influences, but their standing was still high enough that no-one tried to directly confront them about this. Over the years, they moved about the Asian continent, studying different forms of magecraft and consorting with various sources considered heretical by the Mage Association, with some unconfirmed rumours claiming they may have had some connections with the Theosophical Society of Helena Blavatsky for some time. Still, whilst the more conservative sector of the association secretly wished to see their line's demise, during the late 20th century an upsurge of more radical thinkers began to find themselves a voice in the halls of the Clock Tower, none more prominent than the new Lord El-Melloi. Thanks to this, and the magical prowess of their latest scion Seffora, they have found a place for themselves with only a relatively small threat of being executed by the traditionalists. Seffora herself practically embodies their place in the world of mages, as whilst many of the younger radicals are rather fond of her (despite some of her more abrasive tendencies), the older mages aren't exactly keen on her and only really put up with her because of how talented a mage she is. Nevertheless, she was still put forward for this project by one of her older teachers, who assured her that such an important task was best handled by someone with her natural talent... Whilst they secretly hoped that the danger of the mission would lead to her having an unfortunate accident and never being seen again.

* Name: Nursery Rhyme ("Alice")
* Class: Caster
* Appearance: "Lovely you and lonely me, let us dream together."
* Abilities:

	+ Strength: E
	+ Endurance: E
	+ Agility: C
	+ Mana: A
	+ Luck: B
	+ Noble Phantasm: EX
	+ Territory Creation: A
	+ Self-Modification: A
	+ Shapeshift: A+
	+ Meanwhile...: A
* Noble Phantasms: Nursery Rhyme: A Tale For Somebody's Sake: A Reality Marble embodying the concept of nursery rhymes, fairy tales and children's fables, a gateway to Caster's inner world; although Caster herself is a product of this Reality Marble, creating an infinite loop where there is no beginning or end, just like the very concepts she embodies. Without fully activating it, she is able to pull concepts from this inner world and use them in the real world, basically turning fantasy into reality; due to a past encounter, however, she is especially fond of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, and so often pulls concepts and characters from the Alice books. This includes card soldiers, griffons, mock turtles, and most dangerous of all the manxome Jabberwock. She also has the ability to call forth the Nameless Forest, but due to how dangerous it is to both friend and foe she is rather reluctant to do so. Invoking the name of the Noble Phantasm will fully activate the Reality Marble, unleashing Caster's inner world and transforming the surrounding area into a facsimile of Wonderland itself, a world built on the nursery rhymes and fairy tales, a dreamlike land where nothing is ever as it first appears. Caster is almost like the queen of this whimsical reality, and as such can instantly summon multiple beings from the stories and poems that she is the embodiment of. However, like all childhood fantasies, the Reality Marble is ephemeral and fleeting, and will eventually collapse and return the world to its usual state.
* Personality: Polite and cheerful, but also childlike in her view of the world. She tends to be rather friendly to others and can be quite the chatterbox sometimes, and seems to find it hard to show malice towards others, even her supposed enemies. As the Heroine of Children, she cares deeply about children and one of the few ways to make her angry is to upset or hurt them; it doesn't need to be physically either, as there are certain other Heroic Spirits she despises due to the stories they wrote as humans. She also can't stand bullies, and isn't afraid to make this fact abundantly clear. Despite having the identity of "Nursery Rhyme", the embodiment of her namesake, she insist on being called "Alice" instead, and occasionally refers to herself as such in the third person. Even though she claims to hate bad ends and love happy endings, she seems perfectly fine with actually fighting; it's possible that her childlike innocence doesn't entirely grasp the concept leading to her seeing it as a game and her battles simply being playing with the others. She is especially fond of tea parties and will often try to set one up when left to her own devices.
* Other: Utterly adorable and precious and is in fact the best Caster ever.

[User]
Estelle Varianbec, Master of Berserker

So this was the power of a Servant... in an instant, the skeletons around them had been annihilated without fail, clearing a wide circle around the pair of them in a single motion. Then, the small girl was set down on her feet as her Berserker proceeded to tear apart the army of familiars. Really, all Estelle had to do was watch her Servant work... but she wasn't content with that. Extending one arm, a series of white orbs appeared above it, as the childlike magus spun on her heel and let loose three beams of destructive prana. A low-grade deployment of her most powerful spell was hardly as impressive as the top ceiling of her capabilities, but it would do, tearing cleanly through skeletons with each shot and knocking them into loose piles of bone. After a few more shots, she caught sight of the conclusion of the Servant battle. The Caster-class Servant had sunk some strange dagger into her opponent, and immediately fled when the purple haired woman hit the ground.

The last of the skeletons were being mopped up, but the town was still in flames. Deep down, she had to question why a Caster class Servant would chose to attack their opponent with a dagger rather then the useage of magecraft. Did the woman perhaps possess a high grade of magic resistance? She didn't seem like any one of the three knight classes, though... From appearances, Estelle would have guessed Assassin, but... somehow she didn't seem so... stealthy, perhaps?

Whatever the case was, something strange was happening here.

"... Berserker!" she called, "We're going to remain here. Do what you can to extinguish these flames, I'll investigate the wound that dagger made."

Perhaps this was an overly-confident decision, as Estelle began to approach the downed Servant. But... She had to know what had happened, and on top of that... Well, a deeply smug part of her was sure that even an attack from a Servant wouldn't so easily shatter her bounded field.

[Assistant]
Demon Archer

Narrowing her eyes and letting loose a full salvo of red beams after the retreating Medea, the great warlord in the body of a small woman tsk'ed before glancing at the still clutching Master on her person. Slowly but steadily peeling off the suction-like girl with a calmness that bordered on professional and making sure to hold her up until she could actually move, the now glaring Demon Archer's crimson gaze throbbed with the glee of one that was on a hunt.

"Master, should we follow our prey posthaste? It would be ever so annoying if they were to escape into their burrow and hunker down... and we need both answers and reimbursement for her actions." The others could take care of holding down the fort, if they let their foe slip away, there was a chance she would simply just rebuild her forces and attack elsewhere anyways.

[User]
Bethany Fridumar
"Ah... Oh my..."

It really was something, to be honest. Bethany wasn't stupid; she knew that each Servant was a figure of legend, a hero on a mythic scale, something far beyond regular humans. These were great warriors whose epic deeds rang through the ages, and whose prowess on the battlefield was greater than anything seen before or since. But even then, even knowing this, all she could do was watch in awe as they tore through any resistance like it was nothing. She was especially transfixed by her own Servant, King Arthur herself, the mighty Excalibur mowing through skeleton warriors as graceful as a ballerina yet as devastating as a howitzer bombardment. This was power on a scale beyond her own meagre magecraft, something that reassured her original opinion that she wouldn't be of much help aside from sustaining Arturia.

As she followed Arturia, trying to keep at a safe enough distance, two more Servants entered the field. One was easily assumed to be Caster; the hooded cloak and staff would've been a dead giveaway even if she wasn't firing out bullets of magic at the epicenter of the undead horde. The blindfolded woman was more difficult to discern the class of, but she fought in such a graceful way... But unlike Arturia, there was more of a bestial edge to her attacks, something different from her own Servant's elegance but possessing its own unique allure all the same.

The other Saber, the one that looked like a squashed-down Arturia in flimsier clothing, had tried to quell hostilities in her own... Unique way, but it hadn't seemed to have worked. The Caster (the legendary witch Medea, from what the others claimed) had pulled out a knife (a knife? An odd weapon for a Caster, to be sure) and plunged it into the blindfolded woman's ample chest, before the congregation of Servants caused her to beat a hasty retreat.

"Ah... Arturia..." Bethany huddled closely to her Servant, inadvertantly embracing her arm as she did. "I... I think we should help her... Even if she's Medusa... And the village, um..."

Really, with how overwhelming this expedition had been thus far, it was a miracle she could get even that out.