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Age:unknown

Gender:F

Race:Oni

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Personality: Rishi, like the many members of her race she likes crushing people with a massive club, moonlit walks on the beach, and drinking gallons upon gallons of alcohol, she likes the simple things and looks to the lighter side of most situations despite how terrible the situation might be. Like many large creatures surrounded by smaller creatures, she has an arrow-proof attitude feeling as if nothing can really hurt her unless it's bigger and stronger than she is. While she seems simple when getting to know her Rishi is really really simple, she doesn't understand the human concept of money or caring for something smaller or helpless and believes that if you leave certain creatures alive they will come back to kill you later if they don't learn they aren't as strong as her or fighting her is useless and will give people an ass-kicking so they can learn it first hand.

History

Rishi's story changes with each time someone asks where she is from, in one story she could say she's from another world and had fallen into a portal to this one while she was in search of gold, alcohol, and out of boredom; in another, she would say that she was birthed by a human mother on a tiny farm not far from the current city that she is allowed into and woke up big with horns one morning; while in yet another, she would say that she was split from her mother and father during a fire and grew up in the wilderness without parents or anyone to take care of her. Her history is mostly all over the place, but she use to deal with a number of Oni that lived in a village, she would usually stay nomadic and wander the lands on her own wielding a number of iron clubs; a path of defeated humans would usually be the trail leading to her cave or the camp she would have set up, most of the humans that survived fighting her call her The Red whirlwind.

The moment the decay started to happen she didn't care about what was going on, nor did she think that the decay would affect her kind in any way, but she was wrong, really wrong. When she went to check on the village of Oni she would frequent a plague rolled in, many were lying in their own sick, unable to move, growing spots along their bodies with some even turning a sickly color, Rishi escaped from the village so she wouldn't get infected with whatever illness that they were blighted with. Back at her cave, Rishi wondered what could've infected, grabbing her favorite clubs, Rishi set out on a journey to find something that would help them.

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Weapons

* Metal spiked great club
* Studded wooden great club
* Skinny metal great club

Magic

* Oni roar: Rishi lets out a monstrous roar that puts fear in the hearts of true cowards and weeds out stronger and more courageous of people to fight her.
* You're going nowhere: Rishi creates a magical barrier to prevent people from running away from her in the middle of an ass-kicking.

Other

Theme Song:

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The humming of the obelisk grew in volume till its deafening sound drowned out all others. As quick as it came it ceased, in an instant the cavern fell into silence before intense beams of light shot out from the black tomb. The same inscriptions written upon the ruins appeared across the surface of the obelisk, etched in gold light. An arcane glow enveloped the seekers, filling them with a sensation unlike any they'd felt before. The most intense feeling of pain and emptiness, it was as if their very souls were being ripped from their bodies to be left as empty husks. When the obelisk's work had been done, the light that once filled the room and encircled the seekers retreated into the obelisk. All that remained was a strange symbol upon each of their chests. The symbol acted as if it were alive, upon closer examination the mark had been formed beneath the skin. It was a mass of blackness, moving within them like a parasite yet it remained in place, writhing amongst their flesh.

Once again the obelisk came alive, it's black form chipping away at itself before revealing the being trapped within. It was a woman, at least from what was seen at first glance, she stood about six feet tall with a slender figure. She was adorned in purple robes which covered every inch of her along with a white breastplate of unknown metal. Her face was concealed by a white faceless mask which revealed only her pure white eyes. The mask featured more the same inscriptions as the ruins along its edges, perhaps to serve as a description of her purpose. The woman said nothing upon her release, she merely stood there for a moment before collapsing before the seekers. Scholar Printh wasted no time in rushing to her aid. His eyes scanned her body in search of a way to aid her. Thinking she could not breathe, he tried removing her mask only to fail in attempt as whatever bound it to her held on firmly as if it were part of her. "See if her heart beats", Dirron suggested as his eyes turned back towards the tunnels. Printh placed an ear to her chest but could hear nothing. She had no heartbeat nor did her body feel alive. "Whatever magic that was meant to keep her alive in there has long dissapated. We've come too late", a defeated look fell upon Printh as he declared their failure.

Dirron did not share his sorrow, but rather frustration. All this work to dig through these tunnels had led them to a bitter nothing. "We should bring the body back to Venridge, perhaps it can be studied or those runes translated", the knight took but a single step towards the lifeless Eshoneran before the ground beneath them began to quake violently. Large portions of the cavern surface caved in around them and from the black depths rose a massive beast. It resembled a worm with its fleshy skin that seemed to be rotting in various places. It featured a singular eye which glared down over the seekers with hatred and malice. The maw of broken and overlapping teeth had spread itself wide, spewing forth foul insectoid creatures in huge numbers. From the rotted holes in its body they also came forth, disgusting creatures that looked like horrible amalgamations of flesh and bone. From the depths they climbed up along the surface of the pillar of land which the seekers stood. As the creatures came over the edge it was clear what they were. These monsters had melded their bodies to that of prior adventurers, their corpses now husks to be used as food as well as a means for travel and combat. Dirron pulled forth his sword and without a moment a hesitation began cutting down those which advanced closest to his group. As his blade pierced their flesh, the parasites let out terrifying screams of genuine agony as they plummeted back into the void. Those poor souls who ventured down here were still alive, being kept alive in this state of pain as their forms were being eaten away in the dark for countless years. As more and more of those things came over the edge, Dirron began using his repulse spell to throw them back in numbers but more kept rising up. In the midst of the chaos a voice could be heard, it was coming from the massive worm.

"STHA NIRGAHL ATLA, INF EINK OD INF AHR NEF OSK STHA ANA ALANOB!", from within the maw stood a grotesque humanoid. His rotting flesh being held together by some form of necromancy as he screamed down upon the seekers. The being stood like a man but it was impossible to determine what race he belonged to as decay had taken him long ago. He was tall, that much was sure despite his distance from the group. His hands were claw-like alomg with his feet. A set of long pointed teeth jutted out from his mouth as if reaching out to pierce into flesh. Blood and puss flowed from both eyeholes as his mouth spat forth more words in his unknown tongue.

Dirron paid little mind to it as his singular focus was on fighting the encroaching minions, he had no intention of becoming one of them. "FORM A CIRCLE, WE MUST CUT AWAY AT THEM TOWARDS THE EXIT!"

[Assistant]
Scarlet

The Witch of Cinders looked nonplussed by the latest series of developments. She had followed the scholars and their employer's farce without much quip on her part. Hugging her shoulders, she took a good look at the Obelisk once more. Should've destroyed that thing, it was foul, her draconic instincts told her, as she eyed the situation with apparently dispassionate behaviour. She however, had taken care to gravitate towards those worthy of her companionship, and that had desirable traits to her eye.

That little elven lady was a feast for the eyes, wasn't she? But to cater one's whims was second to survival, in any case. There would be catchup time later on. However, the Sage of the Forest was close enough to overhear the Witch's small, teeth-clenched remark.

"A geis or a curse. I am most wroth." The witch half sneered when she said that. Beneath her haughty attitude and apparent disinterest, a cauldron of rage was once again bubbling underneath. And when the creatures and wretched remains of other adventurers appeared... she could only thing of them as fuel. One hand reached her face, obscuring her features, and her ghastly sneer as she begun to chant. For a split-second, her green eyes seemed...different, golden and monstruous. Flames coarsed through her other hand, as arcane words were chanted, and in a mighty throw, she slung the flame spear into the swarm above their heads.

BURN YOU WRETCH She said as she set the swarm ablaze, taking advantadge of the higher flammability of the bugs wings, scattered and mixed with air. Just like small twigs or hay that burnt in a flash. But she wasn't done.HOTTER. UNTIL BONE BECOMES ASH. UNTIL IRON WARPS. UNTIL STONES CRACKS. YOU SHALL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. She thought to herself, as she manipulated the deflagration into something far more intense, the flames changing color and becoming bluer by moments, massive chunks of air being drawn to the flame. And then it stopped, the flames becoming a normal color, as Scarlet regained her wits. If she kept the full force of the flames, the cavern might be left without air. She instead chose to cast more fire lances, to keep stragglers at bay, trying to carve a path towards the exit.

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Rishi couldn't remember most of the trip to this obelisk or why she really joined up with them, the Oni woman was smashed off the wine and sake she guzzled down, the whole trip to that tall pillar thing she was belching and burping up a mixture of the intoxicating alcoholic beverages, she didn't even pay attention to what was going on when they arrived up till the glowing and the pillar thing began humming and crap then silence, everything seemed to be going a mile a minute.

The Oni watched in her drunken daze as the obelisk started to come to life once again and thought that it would've been better if they just smashed the big rock into tinier rocks. But before that could happen, much, much, more began to happen before the Oni's eyes, she spotted a woman inside of the pillar as its rocks fell from it, then the human fell dead before them." Pathetic, they didn't even give us a chance to fight them, if that was gonna happen." The drunken said aloud.

It wasn't long before the Oni sobered up when a large rock landed on her head and broke into pieces, the massive rubble simply gave the Oni a splitting pain in her head and pissed her off, she wanted to destroy the cave they were in by clubbing the rocks, but then something else decided to step in, and it wanted to fight, it was some kind of decaying beast with a mouth full of sword-like teeth and parasites that emerged from its grotesque malformed mouth." Is now the time to be crushing and clubbing and causing chaos?" Rishi asked the strange woman from before.

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled two of her clubs off her hip and began swinging at the tiny monsters, sure they weren't much of a problem for the Oni herself, she could easily stomp on the things with her feet, but if her clubs didn't get a work out she'd need to worry about taking them out when the monstrous humans arrived. One of them stood tall, looked human if they were combined with something else, like some kind of animal, you know the one with the big claws and teeth that stick out of its mouth?

Before Rishi could think about taking a crack at the one being that looked like it could put up an actual fight, the human woman Rishi spoke with earlier began setting all of them on fire and burning them with some kind of magic, and then the Oni herself remembered her own magic, but with all the wine she drunk earlier she knew she couldn't concentrate enough to put up the barrier, so she chose the next best thing she could do. Rishi sucked in some air through her teeth and let out her Oni roar, it sounded almost like something between a dragon's roar, a lion's roar, and something demonic, the sound of the roar let the flames carry more of the enemies and even pushed some of the fire into the maw of the monster that was bringing more of the monsters.


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Age: Ancient

Appearance: Agimar generally prefers the "disembodied voice approach", but if he does need to show himself with a bit of spectacle for one reason or another, he likes taking the appearance of a towering, metallic humanoid with the head and tail of a snake, scythe-like claws, and the wings of a bat. His eyes appear to be a dull red, and they somehow give the impression of a void sucking in light. On the other hand, if he simply needs a way to interact with the mortal world, without any real need to put on a show, he can and will take the appearance of a normal human.

Nature: Demon

Personality: Agimar, at first glance, doesn't seem like the demonic type. He's not quite sadistic, and he doesn't even like Hades all that much. (It's much too hot.) He is ruthless, of course, but that's really just based in logic. You really can't starve that hydra you worked so hard to make, and those mortals have such short lives anyway…. After you get to know him, however, it's pretty obvious that he has a power complex. While Agimar isn't exactly evil, he's not really what you would call moral, either. He is driven primarily by a lust for power, and secondly by logic. He thinks of mortals and other spirits as pieces on a board, and while he would prefer to leave the board intact, he has no qualms about sacrificing a few pawns to achieve his own ends.

Skills and Abilities: Agimar fancies himself to be a creator. While he can't make something living, he will channel the prayers and emotions of his worshipers to forge fearsome monsters in the fires of Hades. While these creations are powerful and destructive, there always seems to be something missing inside their metallic bodies, and he obsessively seeks a way to make them truly live.

Backstory: Agimar sided against the golden orb in the war, though he generally just hid on the sidelines and let everyone else do the work. He's never really been in the spotlight, but he has patiently waited for opportunities to make his move.

Connections:
Danives: Agimar and Danives don't get along amazingly well. While nothing between them has been violent, Agimar considers Danives' followers to be a perpetual nuisance, due to their tendency to kill off his own contacts. Agimar is openly hostile, and it probably wouldn't take all that much of a disturbance for a fight between the two to break out.

Hiraga: Agimar sees the use of Hiraga's role, but he isn't exactly enthusiastic about her policing. While they aren't the best of friends by any means, he would probably side with her in the event of a common threat. His attitude towards her is generally a kind of grudging respect, and he takes care to stay on her good side.

Dust: Dust is, in most cases, largely beneath Agimar's notice. He has some sympathy for the upstart, but sees him as having no bearing on his plans one way or another. Agimar does take a slight interest in the Desolace, however, and would be interested in learning about what happened to it so long ago.

Voana: Agimar and Voana aren't exactly enemies, but nobody could say they mix. Agimar prefers to keep his distance, mostly due to her temper and preference for open combat. He knows that she would consider his scheming to be cowardly, and it isn't usually the best idea to get in a fight with a war god.

Sohena: Agimar is rather paranoid with regards to Sohena. While he knows that she doesn't usually interfere with the world at large, it still worries him to have the details of his plots known to anyone, no matter how isolated. Knowing that she could bring an end to his machinations, and maybe even his life, he takes great pains to avoid antagonizing her.

Yakushi: Agimar is intrigued by her knowledge of magic and medicine, and while he knows they aren't on very good terms, he still harbors a secret hope that she might have an answer to his obsession. He carefully manages his relations with her, hoping that she might one day tell him some secret of life.

Varavana:

Religion: Agimar's following is relatively small, but it could easily be called a cult. He is worshipped as a kind of supreme source of power and authority, which pleases him to no end. He demands prayer, offerings, and sacrifices from his worshippers, all of which give him the power he needs to forge his creations. In return, he gives the most devoted of his followers control of monsters, armies, and the occasional artifact.

Nation: While Agimar doesn't have a full nation of worshippers, his devotees are often found in high places due to his gifts. As a result, he can often manage to manipulate smaller nations from behind the scenes in order to achieve his ends.

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Thirianna's maternal attentions were not rejected, but nor were they welcome. The smile faded some more still, Varavana's eyes coming to squint at Thirianna as she ruffled his neat, black hair. Out of respect for both her and the context of the meeting, he said nothing, letting the perceived slight go over like it was nothing. Vaul, on the other hand... Varavana stared up at the armoured elf god, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. The following arrivals of Nerevas and Kyras only continued to fuel the chimera's alienation and disappointment. His worst fears were being confirmed and then some.

'The fate of the worlds is in the hands of these imperious, callous and confrontational beings. It always has been, and this is where it has gotten us.'

Varavana's thoughts bordered on the downright blasphemous. He halted that train of thought before he entered regrettable territory, focusing instead on how to better communicate with the proud beings who were supposedly his 'family' - he had not been taught to hate or reject others, be they mortal, young gods or Ancients.

"I cannot tire in matters such as these, Ancient sibling" He emphasised the last bit in indignation, "I dare say, Most-Elder-Sibling, it is not I who has grown tired. It is not I who has been afflicted with lethargy, apathy, inaction and complacency. I travelled here for a few reasons, and thus far this meeting has proved..." His eyes looked between the more on-edge Ancients, Vaul and Navaras, and then back to Kyras "Productive, on those fronts. It will undoubtedly continue to be so, even with the absence of the rest of our kin. It is their loss, not ours."

Fire.

That was the best way to describe it. His words were spoken with fire, unmistakable warmth but burning with passion, illuminating the figure of Varavana and making his stances more known. To the gathered Ancients, there was something hauntingly familiar about it - brief recollection of a long lost sibling, bright as the stars and blazing through the sky. What was their name again? It faded as quickly as it came - these words were still spoken from the mouth of a child, after all.

Varavana closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sigh. "We had best discuss the matter which Respected Thirianna has called us here in concern of." The fire faded, the chimera returning to his usual peaceful self.

[Assistant]
Dust stepped unhurriedly through the archway and into the light of Aun, his drake-like feet barely making a sound on the warm stone floor. He offered a cursory glance around the room. Aett, Ceyr, Hades, representatives of all, preening and dancing around one another with their powerful words and furtive gazes. Dust recognized Danives, who sometimes accompanied him on his endless path; and another, Hiraga, one of the oldest gods whose pitying eyes he felt on him in centuries past.

He turned away and took a seat, his short stature making his legs hang some ways from the floor. Dust drew his ashen sword from the loop in his belt. He turned it in the light of the sun, the cracks weaving an intricate pattern in the burnt wood, glowing as the cooled embers within reflected the light without. He thought of the time, ages ago, when he found it in the ruins of a castle from a civilization long-dead. It was a curious thing, short enough for him to wield and in one piece, burnt to ash as it was. He knew its history of course, as he knew all blasted vistas and desolate ruins of his wastelands, but much of it was for him alone, as a keeper of the dead places of his world.

He placed it sideways on the table before him as a silent display of disarmament. They were there to discuss the fate of the worlds, hopefully without weapons in hand.

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Hiraga waited for the current verbal combat to be over to take her time to greet the new arrivals, although she couldn't say she was happy to see them anymore. It looked like children bickering. Were they really that much younger? Kyras seemed to crown it by breaking what good spirits remained. "So could she say about your projects being a pathetic attempt to emulate our creator. And obviously since you are here, you think the idea has some merit. So silence yourself and let the angel speak. In the worst case scenario she is wrong and we get to laugh at her later. Until then..." she berated her eldest brother.

She looked at Varavana with a hint of hurt in her expression. She realized the young one did not understand her connection with the world and that her weakening power was a good sign, but she could explain later or not at all. Right now it seemed like another situation craved her attention a bit more. She felt the need to defuse the prelude of war that was happening a few paces away. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to Nevaras. "Greetings, brother. It is wonderful to see you again. I trust you slept well?" she said, Standing herself in between the Smith god and the sword bearer. If they intended to fight, they were free to take it elsewhere, but she would not have Ceyr be the site of their struggles again.

[Assistant]
When the Smith Gods eyes cast an unsavoury gaze at Itone, Voana felt her Wife stiffen at her side and delivered a livid glare at the Ancient, stepping part-way to the side and pointedly covering most of Itone from his view. At Vauls pointed rebuttal and dismissal, Voana felt her body stiffen and bristle, her pride quickly convincing her resolve as her hand resting on Iron-Spines hilt tightened. Taking a step forward, a snarl on her lips, Voana suddenly heard the cool voice of her Sister mutter at her shoulder, "Not now Sister..." before Sohena slunk out from behind Voanas broad form, gliding forward and recognising Vauls greeting with a slight tilt of her head towards him.

Voana watched Sohena offer her silent greetings to the Smith God and tensed further, her snarl melting into a frown and her brow still deeply burrowed. At her side Itone suddenly grabbed Voanas arm halting Voanas movements as the warrior strove to step forward once again, seemingly following Sohenas steed and attempting to placate her Wife to prevent conflict at this early stage, Itone gave a small and insistent tug, pulling Voana further back into her. Turning to face her Wife and argue her restraints, Voana instead found that Itones attentions were not focused on her but rather across the room, her eyes narrowing and glinting with calculation. A questioning arch appeared on her brow as Voana followed her Wifes gaze to just behind where the Angel Thirianna stood, her own eyes narrowing as she saw the red tear open and the beastly Guardian of Hades pull himself from it, hauling its large inhuman body into the room. Voana had met Kyras only once before, and his monstrous form was still as remarkable, grotesque and worthy of fear as she remembered.

When Kyras called for Sohenas affirmation, Voana watched her Sisters slim shoulders stiffen a slight whilst her face, from what Voana could see of it, remained placid, though Voana could swear that Sohenas features took on a considering, almost hesitant look. Following the Guardians rejection of Thiriannas claims, Sohenas form relaxed once more, and she dismissed herself from Voana and Itone wordlessly, her hands clasping in-front of her as she made to pace around the outside of the room, head bowed as if she intended to space herself from the others in deep thought. Her head lifted only once to regard Neveras as the dilapidated Ancient addressed the gathered once more, before she bowed it once more, silent and gliding in her rounds.

Voana shared in her Sisters silence, the warrior had taken to casting her gaze around the room properly, registering who had attended, keen and accusatory eyes had been flitting from Kyras, to Thirianna, to the animorphic form of Hiraga, who she noticed had pointedly taken a blockading stance between the warrior and Vaul. When Neveras explicitly addressed Voana, she fixed him with a cautionary glare before recognising the contrite nature of his words.

"Especially now, since you have someone to share your existence with."

As the Guardian spoke, Voana considered his words, her Wife still a solid, familiar weight behind her. Neveras' words seemed to have pleased Itone, as Voana felt her Wifes clutch on her arm relax, giving Voanas bicep a squeeze before softening entirely, stroking her thumb comfortably on Voanas skin. Voana lessened her grip on the hilt of Iron-Spine and turned her eyes away from Neveras, taking her arm away from Itone and instead using it to bring her Wife forward, again having her stood next to her, and bringing her hand to rest in the small of Itones back.

Itone leaned into Voana, tilting her chin up, Voana leaned down to compensate for their difference in height and listened as her Wife whispered, "You grew up with this lot, no wonder you've got a stick up your ass half the time..." giving a small grin up at Voana as the warrior chuckled shortly in reply, her limbs relaxing.

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Agimar walked through the archway, wings folded behind him. He took a cursory glance at the figures filling the room, noticing that many of the Ancients had arrived earlier. Probably much earlier. He shook his head, giving a small sigh. Well, it couldn't be helped. Not everyone had power to spare for instant travel.

"Well, I seem to be rather late."

Agimar lowered the cloak's hood, mostly as an afterthought. There would be some at this gathering who recognized him, regardless of whether he showed himself.

He took some time to examine the others a little more thoroughly. Hiraga, Thirianna, and Kyras, of course. One could hardly expect the "guardians" to miss such a gathering. Neveras was present, as well. That would be...awkward. And Danives just had to come, didn't he? No matter. That conflict would hopefully be resolving itself soon. Then there was Yakushi. Not the biggest threat, but there was little doubt her knowledge could make waves, for better or for worse. Voana, Itone, and Sohena, on the other hand.... Well, he would need to be careful around him. The upstarts were beneath his notice, for the most part, but his eyes did linger slightly on the goblin. What was his name again?Dust?

Well, regardless of allegiances, it was nice to see that he wasn't the only one who had bothered coming.


[System]
Age: 68 years (looks to be in his early 30s)
Gender: Male
Species: Dark Elf
Occupation: Mayor
Appearance:
Malkas has grey skin, long silver hair and piercing red eyes. He has a svelte body.Biography: Malkas was a spy and assassin for the Obsidian Order, which is the intelligence division of the most powerful elf nations, Elsil. However, being a dark elf, he was considered of low birth, so his love for his future wife, Anya, a light elf, was taboo and forbidden. Tired of his life of secrecy, the overall political fumbling of Elsil, and its cultural restrictions, Malkas ran away with Anya to start a new life. During his travels, he met Harin and Grom, and the three decided that no existing nation could satisfy their desire for freedom, so they traveled out unoccupied lands and founded Soren together.
Name: Anya
Age: 72 years (looks to be in her early 30s)
Gender: Female
Species: Light Elf
Occupation: Innkeeper
Appearance:
Biography:Anya is elf nobility from Elsil. She fell in love with Malkas, which was considered taboo. She ran away with him and has supported him in his endeavors to found Soren.
Name: Teann
Age: 25 years (looks to be in her early 20s)
Gender: Female
Species: Mixed Elf
Occupation: Inn tavern waitress
Appearance:
With elf ears poking through her hair.Biography:Born in Elsil, and lived there for 15 years. She was treated as a mutt and bastard due to being of mixed heritage. She followed her parents when they left Elsil and wandered from village to village for three years. She has lived in Soren since its founding seven years ago.
Name: Kalram
Age: 15 years (looks 15)
Gender: Male
Species: Mixed Elf
Occupation: None
Appearance:
Biography: Was born in Elsil and lvied there until he was five. Traveled from village to village with his parents for three years, and lived in Soren for seven years.
Name: Emtardas
Age: ?? (looks to be in his late 20s)
Gender: Male
Species: Eastern Human
Occupation: General store manager
Appearance:
Biography: Emtardas was an up-and-coming imperial alchemist in the nation of Mythos but joined the Mythos Senate's Alchemists committee, becoming a senator. From there, through various Machiavellian plots both open and underhanded, Emtardas weeded out his competitors and opponents, consolidating power until he crowned himself Emperor of Mythos. From there, he led Mythos into a golden age of science, making the nation strong. His goal was to unite all countries under one banner and to eliminate war and racial hatred. However, his radical new laws could not enforce racial harmony, in a violent rebellion, he was ousted and presumed dead, and the country eventually tore itself apart. At least, that is if Emtardas is actually who he claims to be. The empire of Mythos crumbled two years ago and that was about when Emtardas showed up at Soren with Reas. If he is the Dread Emperor of Mythos, then he is a lot older than he appears.
Name: Reas
Age: ?? (looks to be about 11)
Gender: ?? (preferred pronouns: ze, zir, zirs, zirself)
Species: Human (artificial)
Occupation: General store helper
Appearance:
Biography:Reas claims to be an artificial human created by Emtardas through alchemy as a helper, though Emtardas insists on treating Reas as his child. Reas actually has strength and intelligence greater than zir appearance, as could be seen when Reas carried Emtardas' unconscious body into Soren when they first arrived.
Name: Harin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: Carpenter
Appearance:
Biography:Harin hails from the underground kingdom of Deepfault, where he was a master carpenter. His skills at first applied to building defenses and fortifications, but it soon became apparent that his skills with siege engines was quite great, and that became his focus. The cities that were destroyed and lives that were lost thanks to his machines of war finally took a toll on him. Ashamed of his crimes against humanity, Harin took his wife and children and fled his post as Chief War Engineer. While wandering, he happened upon Malkas and Grom, and decided to help them found their ideal village.
Name: Benna
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: None
Appearance:
Biography:Harin's wife. She convinced Harin of the horrors of his war machines. Left Deepfault with him and their children to found Soren.
Name: Balio
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: Miner
Appearance:
Biography:Was quite young when the family left Deepfault, but was in the process of becoming a miner with his brother Sunder. Dyes his hair blonde to differentiate himself from his brothers.
Name: Sunder
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: Miner
Appearance:
Biography:Was quite young when the family left Deepfault, but was in the process of becoming a miner with his brother Sunder. Dyes his hair black to differentiate himself from his brothers.
Name: Gil
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: Apprentice Carpenter
Appearance:
Biography:Was quite young when the family left Deepfault. Has chosen to become his father's apprentice as a carpenter. Keeps his natural red hair, like his father's.
Name: Kran
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Species: Dwarf
Occupation: None
Appearance:
Biography:Kran was born after the family left Deepfault. She has very vague memories of traveling, but most of her memories are of Soren.
Name: Grom
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Species: Orc
Occupation: Farmer/Rancher
Appearance:
Grom is tall and muscular, with dark green skin and graying hair. He has a grizzled look, with small squinty eyes. His lips are cracked and scarred, with an underbite due to his previous practice of growing fangs that he has since relinquished. he is usually seen with an animal bone in his mouth that he uses to keep his teeth filed down.Biography:Grom was a celebrated raid leader in the Iron Tribes, a major alliance of orcish nations. However as he rose in fame, a jealous colleague conspired with the enemy and lure Grom into a setup in which he was branded as a traitor. Mercifully, he was given the choice of an honorable death or a dishonorable exile, and he chose the latter, taking his family with him. During his exile, he met Malkas and Harin, and the three came up with the idea to found Soren.
Name: Jeel
Age: 50
Gender: Female
Species: Orc
Occupation: Tailor
Appearance: Jeel is tall and muscular with brownish green skin and long black hair. She also exhibits cracked lips and an underbite due to previously having fangs. She keeps a bag of acorns to keep her teeth in check.Biography:Jeel's wife. Followed him in exile.
Name: Zaria
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Orc
Occupation: Farmhand
Appearance:
Zaria's appearance is svelte but powerful. She has light-green skin and short brown hair. She has never grown out fangs so her lips are unharmed.Biography:Grom's daughter.
Name: Bormash
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Orc
Occupation: Handyman/helper
Appearance:
Tall and muscular like his parents, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. Dark-green skin.Biography:Grom's son.
Name: Lannis
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Orc
Occupation: None
Appearance:
Small and weak-looking as far as orcs go. She has brown hair and light-green skin.Biography:Grom's Daughter.

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Morning dawned on Soren, a small, independent village founded on racial harmony. The citizens awoke, and went about their daily business. One citizen in particular, Emtardas, the eccentric general store owner, walked to the edge of town, peering at the horizon in anticipation.

"What are you looking for?" asked the small, dark-skinned young child behind him in a deadpan voice.

"Reas! Get back to the store and man the counter!" Emtardas said, exasperated.

"I left clipboard out so our customers can write their requests in. I'll deliver the goods afterwards," Reas explained.

"Still, it leaves a bad impression if our customers can't get what they want when they want, and instead have to wait for your delivery..." Emtardas explained, but Reas refused to budge, staring up at him with zir piercing, red eyes. "...fine, the traveling merchant that used to come? She's retiring, but she told me she'd find someone to replace her. We've recently run out of a few things so I'm waiting for the caravan to arrive and to see what her replacement's like."

"I'll keep watch; you should go back to the shop, our customers are waiting," Reas said, not without a little mischief.

"You get back to work!" Emtardas cried.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile, three elves were travelling towards Soren, accompanied by a caravan that was being pulled by a young, brown mare. The young elf and since recently the owner of the caravan let out a sigh, looking at his father. "How much longer is it?" Ryul asked.

"We should be close now." Illithor answered to the boy. In all honesty he was getting tired from being on the road the whole time. He much more preferred a nice house and a soft bed rather than being on the road.

"Well either way, I have no intentions of staying long. Just one day and I'll be travelling again." Ryul answered.

"It's a shame that you're leaving so quickly. It's nice to have you around." Talila said to the boy, at which Ryul snorted.

"Yeah, right. As if you care. You just want to screw my dad."

"Ryul! Don't talk to Talila like that!" The onder elf said, not sounding pleased with his son's behaviour.

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"I see a cart!" Emtardas said, taking a few steps forward. Then turning to Reas, "Go get Malkas, I'm sure he'll want to meet our new merchant."

"I thought you wanted me to watch the shop," Reas said.

"Get going!" Emtardas yelled. As Reas slowly made zir way back to the village, Emtardas approached the caravan. He turned to Illithor, "Welcome to our humble village. I'm Emtardas, the general store owner, and the one you'll most likely be doing the most business with. I presume you're our new traveling merchant?"

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Back in town, Reas went straight to Malkas' house and let him know that the caravan had arrived. Ze then went back to the store and checked the clipboard for any orders that had been placed.

[Assistant]
"My name is Ilithor and these are my son Ryul and my girlfriend, Talila, but I'm not the new merchant, that would be my son. Talila and I are simply looking for a place to settle." Ilithor answered.

Ryul looked at the man and showed him a friendly smile. "It's good to meet you, sir." He said, hoping to make a good first impression.

Talila showed Emtardas a friendly smile, but didn't say anything for the moment.

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Emtardas looked at the family, trying to extract more information out of them beyond what had been said. His lazy gaze seemed to momentarily pierce them in an unsettling way, but the sensation soon faded. "A place to settle?" Emtardas asked, "How wonderful! We are a tolerant community, and are very accepting of...unorthodox lifestyles." He said this as his eyes darted between Illithor and Talila, noting their light elf/dark elf relationship. "You'll get along with our mayor just fine." He seriously hoped that Reas was getting Malkas right now, as new citizens was definitely something the mayor needed to be notified of immediately.

"Good to meet you too, Ryul," Emtardas said, turning to the younger elf. "I'll be relying on the goods you bring; I think we'll get along swimmingly as long as you don't mind a few...eccentricities..."

Malkas soon arrived. Emtardas noticed that Reas was not following him, making him wonder where the child had run off to. He hoped she was watching the shop. Emtardas introduced the family, "This is Illithor, his girlfriend Talila, and our new merchant, his son, Ryul. The couple are looking to settle here in Soren."

"I see, I'm them mayor of Soren, Malkas," Malkas said with some seriousness, "We'll have Harin and Gil build a house for you, which will take some time. In the meanwhile, we've got room at the inn, run by my wife. But as you can see, Soren is a small community so every household needs to contribute. What skill or profession will you be providing?"

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Seeing that nobody had placed any orders on the clipboard, confirming that Emtardas was a worrywart, Reas left the shop and headed to the healer's place. Being a creature made with magic, Reas felt a special connection with Elizabeth, who was a fairy, and enjoyed spending zir free time with her. Reas checked to see if Elizabeth was home.


[System]
Age: 26
Gender: F
Disposition: The rebel.
Frost by name frost by nature. She acts cold and uncaring having built many barriers to keep people at bay. Finds it hard to trust people because they always hurt you in the end. Deep down she is a friendly bubbly girl.
Also a natural engineer by nature.

Background: Kat was practically born into royalty, or near enough anyway. Spoilt rotten by her father she became an arrogant brat but could usually back up that arrogance with knowledge and skill.

Her father fell ill and she began to play up and got herself in a lot of trouble, the panthers were sent in for her retrieval. Before getting back home her past caught up to her and she was sent to jail.

Jail changed her and while she was locked up her father passed away. Having no ties or cares for her mother Kat did what she had to and tracked down the panthers.

Before joining the team a chance arose to aid them, her fist unofficial mission ended with her charging, open cockpit, towards an ally in an enemy FRAME. Kat knew it was about to explode...

She still bares the shrapnel scar's caused by the explosion of that FRAME and the memory haunts many dreams.

As part of the Radley family, and an only child, Katherine Radley grew up the envy of every other kid, having every luxury money could afford at her beaconed call and whim.
While not the male protege and predecessor to the business her father had hoped for she was still the golden apple in his eye. Much to her young mothers disapproval, he taught her all the things unbecoming of a lady, that he would have taught to a son.

Katherine's father had many years more worth of knowledge then her mother and gladly passed on every bit he could. While Katherine had inherited her fathers brains she owed her stunning looks to that strict unpleasant conniving woman who she called her mother.

There was a common misconception that Katherins father was a work-aholic. True he worked hard and long hours at the Radley headquarters or in his home workshop, but that was only so he may spend more time with his cherished and spoilt daughter.
On many occasions he combined the activities not being able to wait.

It was common place knowledge that Radley's made their own rules. With all the money and connections they had there was little they couldn't get away with.
Katherine, in her fathers influence, develop a strong love for fast things, cars, boats and planes. Naturally this soon stretched to mechanics and engineering later followed.
Throw in a forced appreciation for some self defence and pistol shooting for her own saftey, (more so to calm some fears of her fathers.) and Katherine had a very busy fast-paced childhood.

A fast paced lifestyle her old father should have never expected to keep up with. As Kat reached her early teens her father fell ill with age. Slowly their relationship dwindled as she could not stand not getting what she wanted. Worst of all, while bed ridden, this also left her mother in charge.

The two never saw eye to eye, her mother always wanted her to be more lady like. More of a 'leach' like her, or so Katherine thought. But besides her good looks and form Katherine also shared her mothers affliction to alcohol.
As her fathers health descended, the family tension increased and so did her drinking. For Kat there were no boundaries, there never had been. She went to the wildest parties in all parts of the world, mingling with all the wrong people and disappearing for weeks on end.
DUI after DUI came up, crashed car after crashed car, illegal possession of drugs and firearms. Eventually her name couldn't protect her from her wrap sheet or the bad people of the world.

One of her most unpleasant ordeals was a kidnapping, the strain it put on her father shortened his life by years.
She was treated unpleasantly, cruelly even yet the worse and most painful aspect is it was by someone she thought she loved, that hurt the most.

The ransom was paid, paying top dollar for her retrieval she was picked up by the Panther squad. Only to return home and be taken in by the police before she could even step foot in her own home. As the cops took her away and she screamed and fought in the heavy rain of that dark night, she still recalls the look on her frail sick fathers face as he stood shakily in the open doorframe moments before collapsing.

Kat was in prison for a few years, when she came out she never went home. Her father died while she was in gaol. The difficulty she was having finding employment only proved how much her mother still despised her, Kat knew it had to be her doing, after all she now possessed her fathers reach, money and influence. Every where Kat went she could smell the residue of her mothers distasteful methods of persuasion.

Some days she wondered if her mother was truly that spiteful, or if what she saw wasn't clues of her presence and subtle hints of her influence, maybe Kat was just going insane. Finally she found a company that would take her on, the role was far below her skill and knowledge but having been battling with homelessness Kat gladly took it.

She worked hard and quickly rose in rank, eventually doing work which occasionally included repairs for the Panther squad or fitting of new equipment and running diagnostics.

She could finally have an alright living as an engineering assistant, instead she used what she had to legally access some of the money that her father had left her.
After her mothers dirty tricks and legal fees there was barely enough for her to put together her current FRAME, but there was, so she did.
After that she sought out the famous mercs she had herd so many stories of. Katherine Frost hunted down the Panthers.

Appearance:
Inventory: multi tool, small welding torch, pocket knife, light pistol, taser.

Other: None

Snow leopard.
Manufacturer: Cradle Dynamics
Height: 4.1 meters
Weight: 5230 kg
Armor: 20 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 65 kph
Speed (Skate): 91.6 kph
Sensor range: 5 km
Communication range: 25 km
Operating range: 600 km
Power: 3
Weight: 2

Equipped Armaments & Systems:
ECM suite, communication infiltration and jammer
ECM suite, lock prevention
EVF "Chameleon" Active Camouflage

2 x MG27(rs) Light Machinegun
Manufacturer: Radley Arms
Caliber: 7.62 mm
Effective Range: 500 m
Penetration: 15 mm of vertical steel alloy
Rate of fire: 700 rds/min
Ammunition capacity: 800 rounds
Mount: torso & back (mobile swivel mount.)

1 x AFC-40/L Autocannon
Manufacturer: Halabrad-Phell
Caliber: 25 mm
Effective range: 800 m
Penetration: 65 mm of vertical steel alloy
Rate of fire: 600 rds/min
Ammunition capacity: 60 rounds/magazine
Ammunition types: APDS-T, HEI-T
Mount: carried, one or two hands

1 x FSU 'Rainmaker' Bazooka (aka Buster)
Manufacturer: A Radley industries prototype design that never made it into production for being too 'excessive'
Caliber: 106mm
Penetration:
Rate of fire: 100 rds/m
Ammunition capacity:
Ammunition types: HEAT warheads, various auxiliary rounds.
Mount: right shoulder.

Storage: None

Appearance still coming.

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"And there may not be a future for the panthers if this job isn't taken. It may be too good to be true, but it's also too good to pass up. If there's one thing you learn in the military, it's how to adapt to the situation. And so, that's what we must do here."

Sabrina understood the reason the girl spoke up, but her usual military experience made her check her in her mind. Back in the military, speaking up without permission was grounds for extra PT, depending on if you were wasting your team leader's time with whatever you wanted to say. Still, she had to remind herself that this was a PMC and they conducted themselves differently. She didn't want to come off as high and mighty, but she still conducted herself as if she was still a soldier. For now, she hoped the others would understand the situation a little better. She stood at parade rest and looked to the Director.

"Sir?"

[Assistant]
"Fuck that!" The shrill of Kat's voice startled everyone in the room, not least of all Cecilia, who's face immediately twisted into a cherry-colored knot.

 "It will become all 'yes sir, no sir!' And we will be fighting some fat asshole politician's personal feuds for him in no time! I signed up to the Panthers! Not the friggin' military!"

 "If you don't LIKE it, you don't have to STAY!" Cecilia snarled. Richard gave Colonel Leung an uneasy tilt of his eyebrows, mouthing "I'm sorry." The officer, clearly dumbfounded by the sudden hostile environment, nodded and shifted his gaze anywhere but forward.

 "I've had it with this display of yours since Cradle," the adjutant continued. "I thought you could take care of yourself, but after today's stunt in the slums, I've half a mind to terminate your contract right here and now! What's the matter with you?! You'd better cut the bullshit and start acting like the Panther you so want to be; I have no problem with replacing you with someone who can handle the work, because evidently, you CAN'T."

 No sooner had the words left Cecilia's mouth than she'd realized the gravity of what she'd just said. She took a step back from the table, eyes shifting uncomfortably away from contact with the other Panthers until they settled to the floor.

 "Oh gods," she muttered in a barely-audible whisper. "Kat, I'm so sorry..."

 Cecilia took a deep breath, turning to the XCD Colonel. "<Colonel; you have my most sincere apologies. I'm sorry you had to see us this way,>" she said in fluent Xiangese. "<As field commander of the Preying Panthers, I appreciate the generosity of the XCD in this endeavor.>"

 Lang's body tingled with embarrassment. Her fury might've been just as unprofessional and misplaced as Kat's, and in front of a representative of her country, even... that's not how she wanted the Panthers to be seen.

 "<Think nothing of it, Ms. Lang,>" Colonel Leung responded. "<Every unit has its quirks. I, for one, am impressed with your record; having disciplined these laowai all these years. Allow me to be the first to welcome you home.>"

 Cecilia stammered, deciding on a polite bow instead of an audible thanks. When she returned to full height, her eyes met Richard's, which were none too happy, but neither were they accusatory.

 "Now, then. Any further constructive discussion?" Bentz asked, doing his best to reset the mood.

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Kat stared daggers at Sabrina before rolling her eyes in exaggeration. She was just about to spitefully mock the girl when Cecilia interjected with her own sharp harsh reply. Caught off guard Kat just stood there dumbfounded in disbelief. Her face was strewn with shock, but her eyes, in her eyes shone the hurt.

"So it's like that hey?" She stammered, ignoring the apologies. Her voice quite as she struggled to argue, let alone push the words from her lungs.

After a short silence to process Kat spoke again.
"You know I actually once believed that the panthers stood for something more then just money. Clearly I was wrong!" Disappointment dripped from each stern word.

Her eyes trailed the room, she didn't know where to look. Everyone else was eating this up. Everyone else was giving her that disapproving glare.

With a bit of a forced manic laugh she continues.

"Well were all gonna die someday anyway right, might as well be fodder for this asshat's people or plan." Her sudden enthusiasm was oozing with sarcasm.
Kat gestured to the guest while speaking before swiping up her few possessions from the table and flicking her hair over her shoulder, stormed towards the near exit.

"Go out nameless and without reason, for people who couldn't give a shit, can't think of a better way! but hey, at least we can die in a shiny can."

It was directed at no one but loud enough for everyone. Her disgruntle thoughts shared with the room.

She stopped at the doorway to glare at Cecilia, raising her hand to her head in a mockery salute. "Jus as long as we get the pay-check on the way, right? Ma'm!"
She punches out the words in a sharp military style yell before huffing out a cynical laugh and disappearing behind the door.

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Outside the room and out of sight Kat's lungs are suddenly filled with a big wave of shaky air as she tilts her head up to fight off the tears welling in her eyes. She lets out that breath as she wipes her forearm across her face and storms off in the direction of the Hanger.


[System]
Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Personality: Jolyne is consistently manipulative and violently domineering, apparently lacking much conscience or empathy. She believes that power and domination are what makes a person strong, and as such will only help others if she has some personal gain at stake.

As Jolyne considers herself to be technically bisexual, she will openly offer herself to either gender using any method, as long as the person suits her present desires. Since she is selfishly interested in their capabilities, however, Jolyne is incapable of loving another person wholeheartedly.

Jolyne was marked by a distinct lack of empathy. Even as a child, she reacted with hostility when outperformed at even the most insignificant thing.
This behavior would characterize her relationship with her friends for many years. Although she could show sympathy toward them, she would never care for their feelings and would manipulate them as she saw fit. She also possessed good self-control, and could lie with a straight face with little-to-no physical reactions.

Ironically, for all her self-confidence and cruelty, she also desired for the most littlest admiration from her father, whom she emulated immensely.

Bio: Having grown up in an environment without a mother-figure, Jolyne had to be nothing less than perfect in her father's eyes just to earn any affection from him. Jolyne grew up to be narcissistic and confident. She relentlessly drilled herself toward perfection and settled for nothing less from herself. Eventually her father died, leaving only herself and her twin brother, Joseph.

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Animal Form: An abormally large, venomous black spider, about the size of a human hand.
Psychic Strength: Compulsion
Other: Constantly carries a pack of Extra Spearmint chewing gum.
Hates pets and animals.
Jolyne lost her left eye in a childhood fight that went too far.

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Tagged: @WeepingLiberty

After Jolyne had asked her little question, the pink haired woman suddenly started laughing at her, seemingly as if she had said the funniest joke in the world. Jolyne was about to ask her what was so hilarious when she noticed the woman started to crack her neck in such a way like she was getting ready for a fight, and wanted to intimidate her opponent. As if Jolyne would be intimidated by something so basic.

"A survey? You could say it was something like that, yes." the woman finally answered, albeit vaguely. Before Jolyne could even blink, she was startled by the speed at which the stranger moved, their faces almost touching. She felt an icy pressure on her chin, preventing her head from moving. Jolyne looked into her eyes, noticing the unnatural shape of her irises. Had they always been like that? She just wanted to turn and run, but something kept her frozen to the spot, whether it was from stubbornness or fear she couldn't tell.

"You see, it tends to freak the prey out when you say their name. So what do you think? Jo-lyne." the woman whispered gently like a breeze, sending shivers down Jolyne's spine. "P-Prey?" she said absentmindedly, in a hushed whisper. Her calm demeanour suddenly dissipated and her mind began racing. With the movements of her arms, and legs still unimpeded, she could easily strike her assailant in the face and break free. Clenching her fist tightly, she attempted to extend her arm without warning, straight into her pale nose.
Jolyne wasn't going to be killed, leaving her brother on his own, and more importantly, she certainly wasn't going down to some two-bit psycho.

[Assistant]
Tagged: @Larfleeze

Ysabella's eyes narrowed as she smiled, finding victory in the rapid increase of Jolyne's pulse. She didn't care which emotion it belonged too, all she knew is that she had her right where she wanted her: frozen in place within her grasp... That was until she wasn't. The vampire had known from the start that this child had some fight to her, but the fact that even through all of the fear she was still able to react the way that she did, it took her by surprise. The force of Jolyne's fist against her face was enough to knock the woman back a few steps, her back arched slightly as she stared at the sky in shock. Slowly she righted her posture, brushing her nose gingerly with the tips of her fingers. "You should be a little more careful... You could have seriously hurt me, Jolyne." Ysabella laughed mockingly, having felt minimal pain from a strike designed to knock out an opponent.

"That's good though, you still have some fight in you. I was getting worried that you weren't as much fun as I originally thought." The woman inhaled calmly as she fixated her gaze on the human before her, feeling her own heart beat with the excitement of a chase. Ysabella wore a smile unlike any of the ones she had during the conversation with Jolyne, predatory in nature but in no way natural in the eyes of a human. The illusion she had placed over the appearance of her teeth had faded now that Jolyne was becoming aware of the oddness of her being. Two sharp fangs made became visible as she stared at the child lustfully, the blood in her veins calling to satiate the thirst that had been building up for weeks. Ysabella disappeared from Jolyne's view only to reappear behind the human, pressing her back lightly into the girl's. "Despite your lack of manners, I'm feeling rather generous today. You can have a ten second head start, do with it as you will." Ysabella's voice remained light and airy as she taunted the child, watching the human out of the corner of her eye. "10...9...8..." She hoped that Jolyne would turn and run, but that would also have been the predictable thing to do. Fighting was a hopeless option but ten seconds of pummeling on a "defenseless" target was also too good to pass up. Either way the game had begun, all Jolyne had to do was choose how it was going to end.

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Tagged: @corrosive

The boy seemed preoccupied for a few moments, lost in his own thoughts, before something shook him from his reverie and he turned to Riley. Riley peered at him closely, holding his eyes fearlessly in a manner that might have been deemed rude by some but was perfectly acceptable to her. It was just eye contact after all, and there oughtn't be anything to fear of it. Restlessly adjusting minor details of his attire, he appeared fidgety and anxious, before he turned a charming smile on her. Riley continued to critically gaze at his features, deciding that those pale eyes could be arresting if his stare were bold. But she'd concede: he had a good set of pearly-whites.

A firm and affirming handshake he had as well, and - introducing himself as Austin Jones - he asked of Riley's background. "Oh, yes," Riley said, tucking her hand away into one of her pockets. "But it was a recent move, and I don't get out much, so it wouldn't be entirely strange if I don't stand out in your mind." She cast an inquistive stare around, seeking amidst the crowd nearby lingering parents, or perhaps a willowy girl that might be storming over to establish herself as a claimant to the blonde boy. "Are you here with anyone? Wouldn't want to keep you from them."

[Assistant]
Tagged: @WeepingLiberty

Jolyne grinned as she believed her punch went through, the force causing the woman to back off somewhat. Her smile faded when she realised what had actually happened. That punch should have at least bloodied her nose, if not cleanly knocking her out, but it appeared that Jolyne's punch had barely even effected her. The woman burst out laughing again, infuriating Jolyne further, prompting her to slowly grind her teeth.

The woman breathed in composedly, before grinning like a Cheshire Cat, revealing a pair of unnaturally long, white incisors that almost seemed to scintillate in the moonlight. Jolyne's eye widened in horror as she finally realised what the stranger was, even more so when she disappeared from her line of sight. She then detected a gentle pressure on her back, the woman reappearing with her back pushed against Jolyne's.

"Despite your lack of manners, I'm feeling rather generous today. You can have a ten second head start, do with it as you will." She stated nonchalantly as she began counting down. Regardless of the stranger's apparent fictitious status, did she really expect Jolyne Thawne to run? That made her laugh somewhat, albeit tremendously apprehensively. Never since the incident in which she lost her left eye had she ran from someone, that individual traumatic moment in her childhood put an end to that.

Since she obviously wasn't going to run, her only other opinion was to strike her again. Having already went for the face, this time Jolyne aimed her second punch directly into the woman's stomach, desperately hoping that her punch would wind her enough.

[User]
Tagged: @Larfleeze

Ysabella chuckled silently to herself as her eyes slid shut, the force of Jolyne's blows rocking her body like before. Now that the human had figured out what she was, the punches were falling more strategic and much harder than before. Each one that drove into her gut actually came close to causing real pain, impressive for a human female in a vampire's eyes. While the attack didn't hurt, it didn't leave Ysabella completely unscathed, the woman loosing her breath somewhere around "4" in her countdown. "3...2..." Ysabella's body shook with a mighty cough, the woman coughing up a fair amount of her own blood onto the ground as she did so.

Inhaling deeply through her nose, Ysabella righted her posture and straightened out her outfit. Finally open, her cold eyes fell upon the girl hungrily. "1... Time's up." Catching Jolyne's wrist she yanked her forward harshly, Ysabella held her arm stretched out as she caught the small of the girl's back with her free hand. "I'm not particularly fond of tasting my own blood... You'll need to make up for all the damage you've caused." She hissed in Jolyne's ear before sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, shuddering as the sweet taste of blood danced across her tongue. It had been months since Ysabella had hunted last, suriving off of small tastes here and there on her journey "home".

The bliss Ysabella felt in consuming fresh blood almost changed her mind about her plans for the evening, her thoughts wavering as the delicious scent rose about them. After a few moments Ysabella finally lifted her head for air, still holding Jolyne close to her. "What a shame I can't completely drain you... But rest assured, I've got better things planned for you." She sighed, sounding disappointed but firm in her statement. "But before I go, I think I'll have another bite." Ysabella smiled softly to herself as she leaned in for another drink, already thinking ahead to the hell this girl was about to go through. Not everyone who came into contact with Ysabella's fangs turned into a vampire themselves, she had to want them to. She wasn't quite sure how it worked, but it seemed she had some willpower over the transformation (or infection as humans chose to see it). Thus she only had to decide to turn someone for it to happen, but even that didn't guarantee success, especially if a target were older. Teenagers tended to be the prime age group for a successful transformation, hence why she was picking on a girl who looked young enough to still be in high school.

Pulling away to face Jolyne, Ysabella held up the girl's weight with ease, leaning far enough back so that she could look into her eye with ease. "Are you still with me Jolyne? How are you feeling?" She asked, only somewhat sincere in her question. Ysabella honestly wanted to know how the girl felt, but it wasn't as if she truly cared for her safety... After all she had just attacked and decided to turn the girl into a being just like her.

[Assistant]
Jolyne wanted to scream, fight back again, anything, but the pain was too intense. Her mind flashed back to that event in her childhood, the agony of that stick ripping through her eye socket. As she felt her blood drain away from her neck, her mind began to fade away into a state of unconsciousness, so much so that Jolyne was unable to hear the soft words that her assailant was saying in between eager drinks. She was on the verge of unconsciousness, about to slip away, before the shock of being drained a second time snapped her awake once more.

After the inhuman creature of a woman had drank her fill, she pulled back and stared straight into Jolyne's eyes. "Are you still with me Jolyne? How are you feeling?" she asked without a hint of irony. "Ha, you-you're not serious, right?" Jolyne murmured through a simper. She would have burst out laughing if not for the fact she had two neat puncture wounds in her neck. The literal pain in her neck was beginning to numb somewhat already. "Oh, so, you do care." Jolyne said sarcastically. "I hope you fall on a stake." she remarked through gritted teeth.


[System]
Age: 45 or so
Gender: Male
Species: Dwarf
Class: Primary: Engineer/gadgeteer type mid-level. Specializes in heavy, large machines and devices.
Secondaries: Low level fighter (Preferred weapon: spear with or without shield, also some grappling and dagger)
Low level alchemist: Assayance, mineralogy, some basic herbalism for making those chelating teas you give people with metal poisoning.

Appearance: Well, he looks like a dwarf. His beard and hair are prematurely grey, making him look older than he is. Unlike many of his kin, he keeps them cropped short. He is missing the tip of his right ring finger, and his right middle finger is smashed-looking and has no nail. He refuses to talk about how that happened. He is usually dressed in his work clothes, including a miner's helmet, work gloves, a leather apron, and a tool belt.

Do they dress for other rolls? Bork has some nice dress clothes for meetings with "management", but he only wears them when necessary.

Personality:

Point – blunt and honest to a fault
Point – conscientious and hard-working
Point – private about personal affairs
Point – visionary but practical. Put foundations under those sky castles and such.
Point – Almost as smart as he thinks he is.
Point - Ambitious

Motivation:
 Loves problem solving. Wants to make big and new things happen and make a decent living doing it. He believes (incorrectly) that his estranged wife will reconcile with him if he becomes successful enough.

History:
Bork has made a name for himself as a mining engineer in his home town. He has also made a name for himself as a first-class jerk. He has come to Pigeon Spit because he got tired of working with idiots, and also because his home life had become unbearable (see Relationships). He has convinced himself that Pigeon Spit has much untapped economic potential, and has decided that the community simply needs a non-idiot to take charge and show 'em how it's done. Bork, naturally, has himself in mind as said non-idiot. Nosy people won't find out much more about him because a) He's pretty much unapproachable when it comes to his private life, and b) he doesn't really have much of a private life.

Equipment:

Heavy work clothes including a leather apron, work gloves and boots, a mining helmet, and goggles.
Rock hammer, pick axe, and other mining stuff. Lantern and oil. Some carpentry tools as well. His work gives him access to rope and other things he might need.
A gambeson. A boar spear. A battered round shield. A dagger. (not usually carried)
Dress clothes for business meetings with idiots.
Small library of books on work-related subjects.

Weakness:

Married to work - this is a problem because he has an (estranged) wife. Bork just isn't relationship material
Asocial and tactless - Need a smooth-talker to get you out of a sticky situation? Or to soften hard feelings? Well, you're screwed. Read a room? Nope.
Incorrigible, stubborn know-it-all. Not only is this off-putting (see above) but also a hindrance to rethinking anything once Bork decides he's got stuff figured out.
Partial hearing loss in one ear. One of many things he's in furious denial about. Roll over, Beethoven.
Prone to seasickness. A problem considering the setting's coastal.
Can't swim. Ditto.
Uncultured. Bork is literate and knows his practical disciplines left and right. However, he doesn't do poetry or romances or stuff. Or music. If a book has lots of dry text about mechanics or mineralogy and confusing illustrations of assaying ovens or lifting cranes, Bork has probably read it. If it doesn't, he probably hasn't.
Mean drunk. Doesn't get drunk very often. But when he does: hooo, boy!

Relationships:
Roswith, estranged wife, left back at home. She resents the amount of time and attention Bork puts into his work and feels emotionally neglected. Bork has misread her discontent and thinks she'll reconcile with him once he's successful. His pursuit of success has, of course, only made things worse between them.
Rorik Fellforest (LN Dwarven Fighter/Cleric)- Mining captain, go-to source for any stone that needs to be quarried in Pigeon Spit. So far he and Bork get along simply because they have interests and goals in common. Whether their personalities remain compatible is yet to be seen.
Nelthurin Sebheon (aka "Nelf the Elf") (N Rogue) - Harbormaster. Interested in what's good for Pigeon Spit, but has some unconventional ideas of where legal authority fits into that. Is happy to work with pirates and smugglers if it means bringing wealth and goods into town. He and Bork are ambivalent about one another, but are currently willing to set aside differences to develop the harbor.

Character goal: Become successful and wealthy in his business. Reconcile with his wife.

Goals you would like for Pigeon Spit: Bigger and better-run mines (by himself, of course). Bigger and better run-port facilities (ditto).

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Okay, going to bring out Andrew's other side..

As dusk settled in, There was a change that Andrew did not expect. A woman with the night coughs, a young girl with a very high fever, and a farmer that had been kicked by one of the cows when he tried to separate the calf.

They had been placed in one of the upper rooms, it was larger and allowed them to be made comfortable. Andrew's cot was now upstairs and occupied by the man. The woman rested on a pile of the abbots clothes and vestments. The young girl was being held in his arms and he rocked her humming. Andrew was dressed in a plain cotton pants, well work and a healer's smock. He had blood and vomit on the bottom and he was bare foot. The only weapon he carried was the knife on his arm. He used it to cut bandages. A chest was open and drawers were pulled out showing herbs and ointments. Each labeled by name.

In the morning, he would ask Master Bork to help him set the man's arm. He would have the guards hold him down. Andrew knew he wasn't strong enough to pull and straighten it. He did not like admitting that he needed help of others. The man's ribs were mended so he was breathing better. He had stopped the bleeding that occurred when the woman coughed, she had been close to death. If a few days, she would be well enough to return home. Andrew ordered that the windows in her house opened and her bedding washed. Andrew had sent the girls parents home to get some sleep. He healed the sweating wreck of a girl, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair clumped from her sweating and Andrew and she had the evidence of the girl's vomit.

Andrew as he sat there, realized that he was a fool. He said out loud, "Why do I have to do things the hard way too?" As he said that Scribe Drom came to check on him a lantern low, she smiled at him as if that was the first right thing he had done. "Would you ask Master Drom if he could spare me a few moments? I could use his help and that of one of the guards." He would apologize and suggest, ask, if they shouldn't work on some irrigation projects for the farm, a blast furnace and smelter for the mine, and a common building to put their offices and a place to heal. He would send a runner to get cut stones from the Mine for the wall and for the foundations.

If the boy showed up, he would ask him what he though Pigeon Spit needed. Thieves do see the real hurts of an area. He might even ask the boy to help his refresh his skills.

Heck, he might ask the Captain to teach him how to ride a horse.

He closed his eyes and continued to hum.

[Assistant]
Bork had a week in which to do things for his "test", and although he intended to focus most of that time on his plans and drawings, he decided to start with some work on the wall. Having heard something moving under the floorboards, the dwarf checked around the perimeter of the house for burrows, or other likely entrances for animals in the foundations of the house. It had been abandoned and in disrepair for a while, and who knew what sort of vermin had decided to make themselves at home in that interval?

He saw no signs of burrows, nor did he see any groundhogs galumphing about in the nearby fields. He did notice a spot where the ground had been freshly disturbed at the base of the wall. Looking more closely, he saw traces of sawdust on the ground. He shrugged. Any number of persons or things could have come by here. There being no obvious hole or other entry, it might be unrelated to what he had heard. But he would pay attention to that particular spot in the near future.

He paced around the house, tracing what he judged to be the best course for a wall. The lot was flat enough that he could probably put it wherever he liked. He would need to stake out the intended course, dig a shallow trench, and put in a gravel bed first. Fishing out his abacus, the dwarf figured the volume of gravel he would need. That would need to be ordered from the quarry as soon as possible. He would ask the goblin to help with that. Then he needed landscaping stakes, which he would get from Patmor the carpenter, another item in his note for Ms. Drom. For a third item, he needed tools. A few shovels and spades and a wheelbarrow would do for now. He only needed one hatchet and mallet, and he had those.

Once he had these requests together and handed to the clerk, he would start walking about the town, looking for some of these "boys who are hanging about town" to find out if they were both able-bodied and able-witted enough to do basic work, and whether they would actually do so if asked. If all went as planned, he could have them well along with digging the trench this time tomorrow. He would just need to make sure he could pay them. He also talked to the innkeeper about some sandwiches for them.

Having done all that, Bork would then get the things he would need for work out of the inn and moved into his office, and have an early dinner. The balance of the evening would be spent sketching ideas in chalk on his office walls…. (to be continued)

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…or so he thought. Around dusk he heard a disturbance in the front of the house. Bork ignored it at first, but at lenght he could not. Muttering idioms in dwarvish the abbot probably wouldn't approve of he went to investigate. The dwarf gaped at the activity. Was the abbot running some sort of sick house here? Well, of course. He was an abbot and there was apparently no hospital in Pigeon Spit. To whom else would these yokels turn if they needed healing?

Helping set broken bones was not a normal part of Bork's skill set, but apparently this would be the new normal, at least until this Pigeon Spit town got bigger. Any mining engineer had to know some first aid, of course; people got hurt in mines. And Bork could help with herbs and such. But setting broken bones was not part of his normal skillset.

"Dammit, I'm an engineer, not a doctor!" he would exclaim, too annoyed to care if the abbot minded the breach in etiquette. This had not been how he had planned to spend this morning. When they were able to take a pause from their ministrations, he pointed to the chest with the medicines in it. "I can help you more with those than I can setting bones," he explained. Curious, like a snooping house-guest, he peered at the bottles and jars, thinking. "We could use an herb garden," he said after a moment. "At least some of these plants will grow around here. Maybe we could start one once I've got the wall up."

As he listened to the abbot's ideas, he nodded thoughtfully. "An official building of some sort is a must if this town is to grow," he agreed. "At least one. That'll be one of the first things I'll draw up working on my plan, in fact." And the next thing he would get on with was his plans for his log boom and timber-raft system. And wheelbarrows. There wasn't much hope in much of any building project until they had a solution to moving large quantities of building supplies.

"I'd just have the runner tell the quarrymen to start cutting all the rocks they can. It'll take me a while to figure out the right size for the order, but it'll also take at least that long to fill it, anyway. Once I have the numbers, I'll send them so that they know when to stop." The dwarf shook his head. "We *really* need a wainwright," he muttered.

He continued to think through the abbot's suggestions. "Irrigation, sure," he answered somewhat noncommittally. People always liked the idea of irrigation systems. But those could be tricky to design, since it involved changing the course of waterways. Ideally, Bork would prefer to see what the creeks and rivers were like over the course of a year before designing any major irrigation systems. But then he had a boss to humor, so perhaps he would just draw something up that looked good. "Proposed" irrigation systems could always be redesigned before anybody started damming and digging.

Lastly he got to the mining ideas. "A smelter? Sure. But right now the only metal we're digging up is copper. We need to find us some other metals like tin, lead, zinc, iron before we can start smelting the good stuff. As to the blast furnace?" he shook his head. "No, Your Grace," he said, hoping the title would soften the blow of shooting down the abbot's suggestion. "We don't even have iron yet, let alone any way to make steel. First things first: as I said, prospecting for more metals. Also, I *am* in the process of drawing up a bigger charcoal furnace, which we would also need for steel." In fact, he would be able to show the abbot his design for the furnace before midday. Charcoal was ideal for smelting, and you definitely needed it for steel. You could also use it for writing, and to make ink for even more writing. And for absorbing moisture in a sick house. And filtering medical preparations and water. Good stuff, that charcoal.


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Alias: The Red Eyed Swordsman, yes swordsMAN. This is due to the fact that her current first name Musashi is mostly used for males, causing people to assume she's male and this title was given to her before her bounty poster came up, but no one bothered to correct it.

Age: 18

Position: Swordsman/Quartermaster as while she is primarily a Swordsman, she hates feeling useless outside the battlefield so she uses her higher education as a former World Noble to take care of finance and cut up whoever is getting too greedy.

Bounty: 10,000,000

Appearance:

Personality: Musashi tends to be a level headed figure inside and outside of battle and tends to be quite snarky, due to years of being in battle and years of travel tends to treat dangerous situations quite causally often joking about the weird and dangerous situations that she finds herself in. That being said she has a complete disregard for the law, either due to her World Noble birthright or just flat out hating the world government, she is moral in the fact that she won't kill or harm innocents, but just tends to break the law when she feels like it, meaning she'll nick all your stuff if she has the chance. She tends to have a taste for expensive objects, fortunately for the crew she is rather fair as the Quartermaster though rather stingy, giving everyone just enough for what they need and nothing more including herself. Though this causes her to fulfill her tastes illegally, which causes her trouble fairly often. She is rather competitive and a sore loser, though she doesn't use dirty tricks and is rather fair, especially in battle. She doesn't give up on a fight and refuses to stay down.

Background: Musashi was born into Mariejois as Aria. At first she was the classic example of a World Noble being selfish and vain, until the age of 8 were her father got her a slave, a former cabin girl of the Red Blades Pirates who was about 2 years older than her. Of course the two immediately got off on the wrong foot, but after a year got to know each other. The Girl taught her about the life outside and the vast seas and her dreams of becoming the great pirate and living free as the wind. This girl was the first friend she had and she decided to do her first selfless act for the girl. When her father decided to go to Sabaody she convinced him to take her and her friend with her and once her father was properly distracted, she snuck off with her friend and set her free, she never saw her friend again, but she heard stories of a fearsome female pirate captain a seveal years after this event. Of course after she was gone the other members of her family scolded her for wasting what to them was a tool. This was the first time she realized that the world she was living in wasn't as bright as she once thought, after that to her the life she was living in was just a velvet lined prison. She wanted to be free she wanted to see that life, so she came up with a plan. An year had passed and she managed to grab the master key to the slave collar and freed the slaves hoping to travel with one of them in a pirate crew, however, contrary to the naive girl's beliefs the pirates weren't as nice as her friend has been and used her as a hostage and took her prisoner. They managed to steal a ship, but someone had snuck aboard their ship before they stole it. This man was Miyamoto D. Musashi, who was hiding in the cargo hold where Aria was being kept. They spent most of the time talking with each other, Aria explaining where she came from and Musashi explaining that he had came from Wano, to become the world's greatest swordsman. They continued for hours as to Aria, his company was the only thing keeping her from crying out in fear, however, voices began scream out from the upper deck, both of them not knowing why until the entire top deck was torn apart by one of the biggest sea kings in recorded history which drawfed the small trading ship that they were on. Aria grabbed a dagger that fell from the snake like sea king, no doubt from one of the pirates that the Goliath had eaten up and tried to defend herself, but what was a dagger going to do against a beast such as that, the beast lunged at her she closed her eyes waiting for what's to come, but it never did. When she opened her eyes the beast was split into two right down the middle with Musashi drawn his blade. While this was impressive this also caused the beast's dead to fall on the ship causing it to sink and both of them to become shipwrecked and washed up shore on some island she didn't know the name of. After that they started traveling together, with Musashi teaching her swordsmanship. They traveled for 3 years this is when she truly saw what the World Government was like, but what cemented her hate for the world government, was also end with the death of Musashi. It all started with a corrupt marine who challenged him to a battle of swordsmen, however, he had one of his subordinates take her hostage and when the duel was about to start he revealed to her master that he had taken Aria hostage. This shocked her master who turned his back on the Marine and threw a blade at the subordinate allowing her to escape, however, this left an opening to the marine's blade striking across the back and killing her master. She returned to find that they haven't given her master the courtesy to bury his body, just taking his swords from him. She and the villagers from the nearby town managed to bury her master. There she spent several hours carving a wooden from an oar using the dagger she has kept from the time that they had met, which she left the wooden as the grave marker, there she promised him that she'd take on his name, as she didn't like her own due to what she had seen and become the greatest swordsman.

Abilities:
Swordsmanship: Musashi while not a master swordsman is quite good with a sword and is currently about the level Zoro was at the beginning of story. She tends to use a dual sword style, though the style tends to be all over the place at times due to being a style she made herself in battle, though the basics were her master's and he didn't have time to pass on the more advanced techniques to her before he died.

Physical strength, speed, and reaction speed: She built up quite a bit of each being easily able pick up and throw a grown man. She also has the reaction and speed to deflect a bullet with her sword.

Endurance: She able to take a lot of punishment and able to get back up for more due to her personality and her promise to her master.

Free running: She picked up this skill from her various dine and dashes. She is able to get to jump around and use the area around her to get to places.

Hand to hand: She can fight without her blades, but this is more or less a final resort, so she's more or less just mediocre, good enough to deal with mooks not enough to take out the villain of the week with it.

Higher education: As a former World Noble she had access to higher education and learned skills such as math which allows her to calculate most of the crew's spending and how to spend their money.

Pickpocketing: She always had sticky fingers and after years of practice she got quite good at it.

Weapons:
Two katanas: A round disk guard, a black sheath, and a black pommel, they are more or less just regular old Katanas you can find anywhere. She just bought them from a random store in the West blue and that's about it with them, they don't have a grade or any sort of interesting backstory.

Dagger: A dagger that she gained when she decided to escape from the Noble life, otherwise just a plain dagger. Double edged, wooden handle and a sliver cross guard.

Techniques:
I'll reveal them as they go, though currently she can't cut though steel, nor use Haki, nor can she do attacks like Rankyaku.

Two Sword style:
Desert Storm: She starts off low to the ground before spinning and rising upwards while slashing sending several foes flying.

Trade Winds: Meant to deal with a group of enemies, she slashes person to person and uses the momentum from her swing to flow between them.

Vortex Strike: She slash in an crop pattern leaving two gashes on the surface on a target before stabbing though the middle.

One sword strike:

Iaido: Eagle Strike: She puts her blade back in her sheath before drawing it and slashing down the foe.

Iaido: Eagle Flight: An offshoot of Eagle Strike, but focused more on taking out groups of enemies then one target.

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Saki cussed under her breath, realizing she'd been heard. Deciding it was safer to just reveal herself, she called out. "I'm coming out, don't attack." She put her arms up first to show she was unarmed as she climbed out of the barrel.

Kyy sighs. "They're right. Whether we like it or not, our first priority should be getting away from here. We can worry about them later."

[Assistant]
Rainer sweatdropped at Abbygails comment. "Usually when I'm stressed I just work on a project or go for a swim, but yeah, raining explosives sounds like a good stress reliever." He said as he took a moment to assess the situation.

This wasn't like usual when he was just fighting random pirates or nobody bounty hunters after the "Black Limbed Fishman" who accidentally found him. No, these were the MARINES!! Law enforcement of the sea and most powerful organization in the world to his knowledge. What's worse is that if they recognized him he wouldn't be an anonymous fishman anymore but an ACTUAL wanted criminal. Ugh, having an anonymous bounty was bad enough, having to cover up his whole body all the time was already annoying.

"Maybe after this I can just become a hermit." He mumbled depressed as he moved closer to the edge of the ship, ready to jump off if any of Janet's spears got a little too close for comfort.

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Janet
Janet stuffed her remaining spears back into her backpack. A person like her wouldn't understand what that man was talking about, but she've gotten the fact that they weren't traitors, in a way.

"Filler? Story?" The tone of speech from that red-eyed girl was too refined and perculiar for a mere pirate. It was the same familiar demeanor of speech that she'd often heard as a child. "Fancy you wasting your time under those boring storybooks, 'High Lady' Musashi."

Janet finished her sentence with a sarcastic sneer. The corner of her eye caught sight of Saki, "Wait... you're that girl from the Marine Ship..."

[Assistant]
"Hold on. Hold on." Abbygail said, making wait a minute gestures with her hands. "Let's not just go cutting people up all willie-nillie. I mean, it's one thing to kill them if they're trying to poke you with their swords, or pencils, or anything else that doesn't belong inside the body, but it's one thing completely different to just stab them while they're naked, and tied up, and their eyes are so wide with fright, they're this close to popping out of their skulls like a pair of rats jumping ship. Swordsman's pride, and all that, I'm assuming." She put her hands on her hips and turned to look at the marines. The men were nervous but hopefully nervous. "We'll get near something, an island with people, or without, probably, and throw them on a life boat."

Lion
"Sure, you can do it that way." The purple haired girl said with a smirk. "But after downing a marine ship, the bounty is going to be pretty high. There's not a place in the world you'll be able to stay without one money grubber or another who'll throw you to the wolves for a piece of you oh so sweet pie." At that, Abbygail shuddered. "Forget that last part. It doesn't work with me." She shrugged. "Well at least nobody can accusing me of not trying."

Right! Right!" Mark said, clasping his hands together. "I'm glad we're all in agreement then. I'm going to hurry on over to the wheel, and angel us somewhere further away from the nearest marine bases, and hopefully we'll be able to get some distance before the marines start looking for us." He nodded happily, paused and when there wasn't a response, turned to his first mate. "As for you, make yourself useful and go get dinner started. I'm sure our pirate friends are hungry now, after destroying a marine ship." He didn't wait for a word before turning and walking away, with Tim, his second mate, pausing just long enough to look at the group and then going down towards the kitchen.

"I'm not going to attack." Abbygail sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose after the newcomer's hands raised out of the barrel. "I am going to question you though. So get ready for that."

Abbygail arched an eyebrow at Janet. "A friend of yours?" She cocked her head in the direction of the newcomer.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Mark's voice rang out from the intercom. "It looks like the marines were a bit faster than I figured they'd be as there seems to be some of ships heading our way. Now, I'm not sure if they're here for us or just responding to the distress call, but I think it would be best for all of you to get below deck. Get some grub in the kitchen or just hang out in your rooms till it's clear. Whatever you do, just don't poke your heads out, because I have no desire to get my head chopped off with the lot of yous!"

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"I was only joking, about the cutting them up part anyway."

Musashi said with a shrug and a wry simile. Though that was cut off short by Janet's mockery. There was just a moment where time froze for Musashi, though she quickly played it off using her years of experience as a criminal known as a murder hobo.

"Aw, thanks for the compliment Janet! Want me to read you a bed time story?"

Musashi teased as she went and looked through some barrels. Lifting the tops up before finding a few empty ones. She walked over to the Marines before shoving a cloth in their mouths then tying a rope around their mouths, gagging them in a scene that was probably from quite a few men and Abbygail's fantasies, which immediately shattered by Musashi violently shoving them into the empty barrels in a reversal of Pop-up Pirates. Pop in Marines! She finished off by sealing the tops and calling it a day. Though she shouted to Rainer.

"Come on only one in five of bounty hunters and Marines are worth worrying over! Though you could get unlucky and meet an admiral! That would suck!"

She grinned as she looked over and saw the newcomers, leaning over Abbygail's shoulder.

"Well, who do we have here?"