[System]
"Can you see it? The brave path to my victory... Its so clear to me now."
Gender Male
Age: 15

Appearance: A ray of sunshine is tantamount to Meruem's appearance and overjoyed spirit. Physically he stands slightly beneath other males of his age-group, straddling the line between 5'8" and 5'9". Not that his height matters in the slightest, even a giant would have a hard time convincing him to back down from a goal. Normally he holds a perpetual glint in his large lapis-hued eyes, simultaneously daring and cheering on those that look into them. Brown, stylized hair makes it easy to point him out in a crowd--along with his atypical manner of wearing a orange headband, its perhaps his most notable feature.

Personality: More than a tad loud, energetic, and overly-confident, Meruem has been compared to the typical shounen-type character. It can be embarrassing for him, showcasing the effortless manner in which a tinge of red can paint his face. Despite this, he usually goes along with any setbacks, meeting them with a wide smile. In the not too far-off past he use to be very timid; always crying and filled with paranoia of those around him. Nowadays he finds that unappealing habit of crying still hard to throwaway. Though it happens less often.

Because of his past, he rarely devalues anyone for the faults they may have. They could be the worst scoundrels and he'd simply remind them they still had plenty of time to change. Along with this comes the obvious negative reflection of being too forgiving. He believes as a hero, his place is only to inspire hope and bravery, never fear or trepidation. Because of "certain events" he places a large weight on his shoulders, aspiring to become the next Symbol of Peace.

Quirk: IM Gravity (IM 重力) - Meruem is capable of imposing his will onto gravity. Being a fifth generation quirk-user, through a predetermined cocktail, he's been given a monstrous power. He's capable of manipulating the gravity within his sights. This includes the ability to push, pull, levitate, and crush. For some reason when utilizing his quirk, his eyes loses all color, bending into the iris as if it was a black-hole. He has a 10 minute limitation for using his abilities before having to recover for a minimum of 10 more minutes. Without adequate rest, each usage after the first reduces the time-limit by 2 minutes and increases the recovery time by 2 minutes as well.

Reason: Meruem couldn't remember where or when he had, but once before he heard someone say, "Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening." That rung true for him, it resonated soundly and surely in his heart. When he was a tyke the other kids condemned him for his lack of control. His quirk, which controlled gravity was a nuisance to them. For awhile he was forced to be homeschool, all the while thinking himself a monster. He withdrew into himself, resenting his parents, his quirk, and who he was. That was until Urvaity and, for reasons, Lemillion had appeared at his home. Invited by his parents supposedly. Urvaity displayed the positivity behind Gravity in typical airy manner, how it could be used to save and inspire. Lemillion imbued him with a spectacular heroic spirit with powerful lecture. Since then, he's aimed to be the next Symbol of Peace and has through trial and error, perseverance and boldness, conquered his past.

Favorite Hero: Uravity & Lemillion

Skills: Meruem is a firm believer that resolve and bravery can conqueror any hurdle. He has unfathomable amounts of both but the skill to rely on his instincts, almost animal-like, tends to be where his combative prowess comes from. Due to the hurdle his quirk presents to him at midnight, to prevent from relying on it too much, he's trained his body tirelessly, producing an heroic frame. While not proficient in any kind of martial arts, he is quite the scrapper.

[User] Lucas just kinda slumped into his chair, thinking about how Haley must think he's creepy for just calling her cute out of nowhere like that, he kinda ignored the others around him.

[Assistant]
Aki Kagami slipped into the room quietly and took the first seat she saw in the front row, organized her pencils and notebook on the desk, then let out a quick sigh of relief.

Not as early as I hoped to be, but certainly not late... I don't think I could bear running behind on my first day! There are so many aspiring heroes here, and if they thought I was some sort of slacker... I don't know what I'd do then!

She turned around and looked over the other students that had arrived before her, analyzing them as best she could based on appearances.

Let's see... Anyone who wears a headband like that into class is going to put their all into hero work. That guy looks like he's "too cool" to be in class, so he must be confident in his abilities. There's one other girl here, blushing already... Though I'm not surprised she's already attracting attention. Anyone who tries to hide their figure like that must get way too much of it. And that guy... looks like he wants to melt into the floor right now. Wonder what happened to him?

[User]
Haley watches Meruem walk into the room and she quietly groans as yet another boy walks in. She can't help but smirk at his cocky attitude and already can't wait for a shot to put him in the ground (literally). She goes to say something but stops as she sees the door open again, she crosses her fingers and prays that its another girl. She let out a silent sigh of relief as her praying paid off, tho this girl was rather short almost definitely a head shorter than Haley herself.

She quickly turned back to Meruem now ready with a retort to his challenge. "I'll make sure it's not to easy for you. And the name's Haley." She has no idea what this kids powers are or how good he is at using them, but for some reason she feels that she could take him. She isn't sure if she's overestimating herself or underestimating him.

She smiles to herself before she notices Lucas slumped in his desk. Poor guy... She can't help but feel a little sorry for him, she is used to boys trying to chat her up but this guy seemed even more embarrassed then she was. She then looks back at the short girl and gives a little wave. And finally she sets her gaze back on the door waiting and wondering what hero was going to be their home room teacher.

[Assistant] A voice in Aki head says:  sit you to the boy next the girl. You can you have fun whife him.

[User]
Ink
Seth twitched and lazily looked up at Izayoi. He narrowed his eyes to have them focus before he ran his two fingers across his cheek. It didn't get rid of the oil on his cheek but add to it. He moved his hand back and looked at it and cursed, "Shit." This woke him up and he sighed as he reached down and unzipped his duffle bag. He proceeded to look through it as more metal clangs came from the duffle bag. He took out a ruby red combination wrench from the duffle bag and placed it on his desk before he continued to search. As he did he removed more tools from his bag like Wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, and other tools one would find in an auto body shop. He let out another sigh, "Always on the bottom."

He removed the container of Clorox wipes and began to whip down his hands until the grease and Oil were completely gone. He then used a signal wipe to remove the oil from his cheek. After that, he chucked the dirty wipes into the garbage at the back of the class before he wiped his wet hands on his pants. He realized he had wiped them on more grease and oil and cursed again before he did the whole process over again. He then used the wipes to clean his pants. His pants were not clean of grease and oil, but now were stained with bleach, but he didn't seem to mind that.

"Thanks, man," Seth said to Izayoi before he continued, "Forgot I worked on Mrs. Rose's car before coming here. Names Seth." He extended his clean, Clorox smelling hand towards him. he then looked around at the class room and had to blink a few times.

"Whoa, where did everyone else come from?" Seth said not realizing he had been asleep while everyone came into the class.

[Assistant]
Aki started slightly at the sound of someone's voice in her mind.

What? That was... It must have been some kind of telepathy.

She pulled a makeup compact from her shirt pocket, flipping it open and using its mirror to scan the room behind her. She stopped on Augustus, watching him just long enough to copy and reverse his Quirk for good measure.

Please stay out of my mind... You should use your power to fight evil, not snoop on your classmates' thoughts!

[User]
I work out. Come we can talk by the way, you and your Quirk is interesting.
Come sit down to me. We can certainly grow stronger together. Where did you know I was?

[Assistant]
Meruem Kiryu - @LeamonZest89

Hardly anyone had offered him their name. Only one brave girl and that little courtesy was enough for Meruem to take an interest in her. He chuckled playfully before performing his signature movement; a loud SNAP! of his fingers echoed, his left hand was pointed in Haley's direction. "Now that's brave, Haley. I hope to meet you on that bold path one day."

His attention was soon elsewhere, wholly ignorant of those that refused his request. Not that he resented them. No, he was used to being ignored by others. The chaos that was his brilliant-self took time to get use to. Even he recognized that. The brave youth reached into his bag and pulled out a hand-sized notebook. Within those pages were the names of heroes, people, and villains alike; some struck through with a deep red line. Right beneath the last name he had written inside it, some villain who had caused a ruckus overseas, he scribbled what he believed would be Haley's name: Hailey of UA.

He snapped it closed before settling it back into his bag. Just one more person to leap over.

Now he impatiently waited for class to start. He slouched back into his chair, fidgeted with his orange headband a tad, then begin twiddling his fingers; playing with their roughened conditioned with that courageous gleam in his eyes.

[User]
Haley's attention is taken away from the door when she hears metal objects being placed on a desk behind her. She goes to turn around but she intercepts Meruem signature move half way through her turn. She smiles at the boys enthusiasm nod nods to him. "That makes two of us." She then slowly shifts her gaze to where the metal noises were coming from, to her surprise there's a desk covered in screwdrivers and wrenches.

She turns back to the front of the class not really sure what to think. Who brings wrenches to class? Haley is puzzled by her own question and tries to distract herself by looking at the door and thinking about who's going to be there teacher.

[Assistant]
"Settle down class" Came an eerie, impressively low voice that carried through the entire room without any real sense of where it had originated from. Suddenly, behind the podium a silhouette began to float up, eventually revealing a long-faced (literally), man with grey-blue, transparent skin and a less than satisfied frown. As he became tangible again he pulled papers from under the podium and pounded them on the surface before him to straighten them out. After a long moment to take him in, it became apparent who he was: Wraith. Wraith was one of the heroes created through the newly attempted heroic recovery program. This was a system that rather than imprison villains who escape again and again they conduct an intense background check to see what made the person go into the world of the villain, in Wraith's case: a destructive home environment. From there they offer to help them in return for the villain turning into a hero. Wraith was the staple of this, becoming their mascot of sorts. After only a month of therapy was he changed and willing to give up many of his terrible habits.
"Alright class, settle down" He growled almost intimidatingly. He stared them down angrily before stepping through the podium. If it was no already apparent, his ability was to turn him, and a spare few other items intangible, though in doing so he puts a strain on his mind and is unable to interact with his environment. Placing the papers on the first student's desk before them all was a paper blank save for one question: 'what is a hero?'. Straightening his grey suit and pants, similar to what the students wore he slowly cranked out a smile that looked almost painful.
"I'm your teacher, my hero name is Wraith but please, call me Mister Walker. Now then, We'll go down the line and say our names, our quirks and a little something about ourselves, how does that sound?" He spoke, and despite his appearance and how low his voice was, it was smooth and calming like a father consoling its child. It had a pinch of sorrow in it as if he felt that he was doing wrong to these students, but perhaps that was yet to come. Regardless it was covered by his stoic lack of any other emotion.
"I'll go first for you all. My name is Xavier Walker, my quirk is called ghost as it allows me to move through things and I enjoy cooking, now then, who is willing to go next"

[User]
The voice had bounced off all the walls, hollow, deep echoes fluttering about. So much so, that Meruem had looked around to find its source. When nothing came from his searches, he relied on the dark hunch that assailed him and eyed the see-through Ghost-Hero: Wraith that appeared from the podium. Immediately he snatched out his black book from his bag, flipped through the papers and landed on a page near the beginning. The teacher's name was there; unblemished. Wraith the Ghost Hero.

A fiery gleam bloomed in his gaze, though a confident grin was its stark contrast beneath it. This is such a gift! My life is a brave new world, he mused.

While he considered his luck, a paper had found its place on his desk. The question: What is A Hero? was written on the sheet, along with a line for his name and the date. Meruem paid it little mind as he rose up, his hands firmly on the desk. He realized his exuberance and straightened his posture. A thumb was pointed towards himself while a brash smirk was towards the teacher. "I'm Meruem Kiryu, Teach. My quirk is called: IM Gravity. Basically anything in my sights is bound by my laws of gravity. Not the world's. I love the thought of being the strongest hero and will one day become the symbol of peace. Alternatively, I really love the hero: Uravity,

His voice and face softened to a degree. "She's precious to me and anyone who speaks ill of her is so uncool." He slid back down into the seat and was suddenly looking at the ceiling with an airy expression.


[System]
Gender : Female

Age : 28

Appearance : Mostly normal Darcsen appearance traits, with visible muscle and hair kept in a ponytail, but with a decent amount of curves and some bust. Has a missing upper left canine, and some chipped teeth around the missing tooth. Stands at a little over 6'2

Rank : Private

Class : Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment : Mags M10, 2x B Type M1

Personality : An actively social person, despite her Darcsen ethnicity, and is very outgoing. She tends to not let things get her down, but when they do, she doesn't let them keep her down for long. Skye will actively try to socialize with those that express Darcsen hate. She has a deep sense of community, and will do the best she can to keep groups of friends together and help them work out problems.

She isn't a normal Darcsen by personality standards, and does also find her self getting hot-headed at times.

Bio : Skye lived a normal life, or at least what was considered normal for a Darcsen. She went out of the house often, and talked to many people. Most people in the settlement she lived in liked her for her incredibly social behavior, and bravery to talk to anyone in general. She made friends with a lot of people.

Going through school and training wasn't too hard for her as she had quite a number of friends to talk to and help.

Though during school she did get into trouble, getting into a fight with someone who took their Darcsen hate past words. Skye was ignoring the girl as she kept making discriminatory remarks towards her, but it didn't take long for the girl to come over to Skye and physically hit her, then complaining about how her hand will smell. Skye retaliated with an equally powered hit. Things quickly escalated afterwards, leading to her losing a tooth, and chipping those around it. She'd get into more fights, but none would have the permanent aftermath as her first.

Once she was eligible, she signed up for the army, becoming a Shocktrooper and being given a unit. She wasn't all too surprised that not all the members of her unit were accepting of a Darcsen into the unit, though it seemed she wasn't the only Darcsen in the unit. There were at least two others. She stayed with that unit till she was moved to the militia due to apparent personnel shortages.

RP Sample : (Pre-enlistment) Hot. That was one way to describe the past week. The summer sun never helped when she helped her father with blacksmithing. Forge heat, heated metal, hammering away at the malleable metal. Hot.

"Skye, how you holding up with the heat?" Her father spoke loudly over the sounds of his hammer. "Need a break?" He joked. She smiled and shook her head "Heat didn't kill me yesterday, won't kill me today!" Skye yelled back, her father laughing hard "You'll make a good blacksmith yet!." Skye focused back on her canvas. This was to be a decorative sword, though Skye made them sharp regardless with a tag saying so. Right now it was just a ingot that was red hot on the edges and white hot in the center. She began to shape it, which took a couple of hours. Hours of hammering, cooling, reheating, with sharpening, hilt attachment, and detailing at the end. Skye did all this with a smile on her face, knowing that if the Army didn't accept her, she'd still have something to come back to.

[User]
Emmaline Muller

Not 40 minutes ago, Emmaline's body was burning as though someone had stuffed a pile of hot charcoal in her arms and lungs.

Not 30 minutes ago, Emma had doused those flames in freezing cold water. If she spared any, even her tears might've froze if she stayed any longer than the few minutes she could endure.

Not 25 minutes ago, Emmy was practically cooking her esophagus with piping-hot ham and bread. She could still feel the grains of sand crunch between her teeth, courtesy of yesterday's training course. Thank God there was cold milk to down it all.

Not 20 minutes ago, Muller was naked in front of both men and women in a tiny barracks for over the 24th time. By now, it was nothing to be concerned about, nothing unusual for a leaving private to go put on the freshest equipment possible. Nobody explicitly cared, and neither did she.

Not 18 minutes ago, the lancer was breathing in alternations of warm, dry air (the mess hall) and humid, cold air (outside). Now it was just stuffy (in the APC). Stuffier than a stuffed turkey on Passover.

God, it was stifling hot inside the blast suit. While Emmaline's hairs clung to her face, she had the pleasure to observe her allies clad in much lighter outfits. The ruffles and puffs of their suits had nothing but free skin and flesh underneath. As for Emmaline? Plates, upon plates, upon plates, upon plates...

...even if it was an anti-infantry lance, Emmaline felt a little obnoxious for lugging around so much equipment. Look at that sniper there - see how quickly he could move, or those scouts? See how small, yet effective those weapons were?

...wait, what was the fun part of being a Lancer again? How co-

Right. The tank.

Speaking of which, she was inside something akin to that. An APC was the name, right?

Just to make her point, Emmaline made a long, almost exaggerated sigh, which promptly broke into a light, cheery hum of a jig from her hometown. This wait could be long if no one else was coming...

[Assistant]
Private Elise Louque

Elise had eaten too slowly and been left with the darcsen of the group, only to have a superior officer recruit both herself and the darcsen to the same squad. Oh that was just great. She should have left instead of answering him. She'd been about to get up and leave, but now that would be complicated. If she disobeyed a direct order from a superior she'd get in more trouble than any darcsen was worth, not that they were worth much to begin with.

"Yes, sir." Elise said with a cold tone, as she stared in front of herself and gripped the tray hard. She got up from the table after he'd finished speaking, placed her dishes with the others and left the mess hall. Hopefully the enemy would be aiming for the darcsens so she wouldn't have to deal with any for long. She didn't want to think about how that might end.

She quickly retrieved her few belongings from the barracks, then got her sniper rifle and headed towards the garage where she had been told an APC would be waiting. Elise climbed into the APC and waited for the others to arrive, but didn't say much once they had or when the APC begun to move away from the base. There'd be time to get to know some of them later. At the moment she was in a bad mood due to the sudden, random deployment with undesirables.

[User]
Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

'You're alright lass, don't worry.' The Sergeant tried to sound reassuring as he checked over Durandal's head wound, keenly aware that he had no damned idea how to treat it. He tried waving a can of ragnaid over it, just in case. 'Should have been wearing your helmet, Private.' He tapped his for emphasis. 'They can take a good hit, provided you're lucky.' Not that Durandal could be called lucky, after having a house collapse on her... But she seemed to have herself under reasonable control. He pulled up a chair and set in for a long night of watching her, making sure she didn't drift away into sleep. Seemed the best thing to do at the time.

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0635 1st April 1935 EC
La Haye Sainte

Fortunately, it had been a quiet night. Harald's greatest fear had been an Imperial counter-attack in the early hours as the rest of the squad slept, but the road remained mercifully empty. Flicking away the the umpteenth cigarette of the night, he leant over to check on Durandal once more. She had stopped replying an hour or so ago, but didn't look like she had lost conciousness or anything; in all likelihood she had just fallen asleep after what, for her at least, must have been a brutal ordeal of a day. Not many soldiers lose their entire squad and get drafted into another for a serious firefight in the same day. He lay the back of his hand across her brow, testing her temperature; more or less normal. The others wouldn't be up yet, not if they had any smarts. And that gave him time to prepare some brekkers.

An hour later, the first of them started to filter down into the wrecked kitchen, where Harald had commandeered the auger. 'Morning kids. I reckoned you could all do with a decent meal before we start work; hope you like beef.' Stocked full of fresh cut wood, the auger held two pans; one contained a thick looking stew complete with thickly cubed meat and vegetables, while the other was just hot water. 'Grab yourselves a mug; the owner left some tea and I'm sure they'd love to donate to the war effort.'

Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Militia

Why do I always get stuck with the meathead... Lack of sleep had worn away at Alonso's already frayed nerves, leaving him nervous and twitchy in the back of the APC as they trundled back off toward Le Haye Sainte. He tried not to look at the recruits they had picked up, unsure of how Carn had elicited their help. Maybe he didn't want to know. His gaze rested resolutely at foot level, praying the time passed quickly in the crisp morning air. It didn't. Eventually the silence proved too much and he ventured a peak at the four new soldiers. Another Darcsen... At least there were no foreigners this time. After a long second, he tried to start a conversation. 'So... You guys uh, you seen much action?'

[Assistant]
PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte

Despite his best efforts, James didn't fall asleep until about an hour before they'd had to be up and the sound of others moving around woke him quickly, his initial reaction to sight up down the road and look for Imperial soldiers. Then he realized that it was time to get up and groaned. He hadn't had so little sleep since the Imps first pushed over the border to invade Gallia, when his unit was frantically retreating after loosing their outpost and the Imps were right on their ass. Valk today's going to be long. Standing, he nudged Celeste into wakfulness with the butt of the damaged sniper rifle. "Hey, Corporal, up and at 'em from the sounds coming from next door. Smells like food too." Not waiting to see if it actually worked, he carefully steps over her and heads for the house, stepping in and setting both rifles to one side of the doorway before joining the small line that had formed for the Sarge's food. Hell yeah, real food! Plus it meant James could save his special stash.

[User]
Private Zeal Ashart

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His depressing flopping and general inactivity, however, was soon interrupted by the appearance of an older soldier, a red-headed musclehead who apparently was using his position as Squad Leader or whatever to pick up girls as well. Letting out another bleating sigh, Zeal got off his ass and allowed himself a moment to admire the two freshly recruited members of his new squad.

Well, actually, no, there wasn't much to admire at all. One of them was a Darcsen that was way taller than himself, while the other one, despite having a rather fine derriere, looked like a psychopath with her albino nature. Not exactly people that Zeal felt like he could get comfortable with, but hopefully the rest of Squad 4 was better than that? Putting his hopes in his heart, the ashen-haired male when back to his quarters and picked up his stuff. It had already been packed the day before in anticipation of this, and, without any further delay, he strapped on his backpack, made sure his gear was in place, prayed that he wouldn't get blasted to bits by a tank on his first day, and marched out.

There was a small gathering of recruits by the APC, and after the red-headed recruiter hopped in, Zeal was quick to join him, finding himself a seat by the wall. There was a stony silence within the metal cage, but, well…whatever. The others were probably feeling nervous as well, with the whole war business still not having concluded.

Before he knew it, Zeal was chewing on his leather gloves, contemplating the meaning of life.

[Assistant]
Celeste
The nudging from the rifle gave Celeste a tiny jolt of energy. But it was enough to prevent her from falling asleep again. And a minute or so after said nudging, she stumbled up, taking another two minutes to wake up enough to walk. Picking up her lance and rifle and moving into the intact house, only to drop it near the entrance. She rubbed her eyes as she entered what remained of the kitchen. "Beef? Interesting breakfast option." Celeste said in a tone of voice that matched her tired demeanor. "Better than anything I would have expected though."

Skye
Skye couldn't help but feel some relief when the man came to recruit them and a guy from the cafeteria. The pale skinned girl she was left to talk to wasn't much in terms of excitement or conversation. And was also glad to be pulled into a squad that needed people, rather than be put in a squad that was over-encumbered. Though the mention of an APC perplexed her, the only combat capable vehicle she had seen on base so far was a tractor with a machine-gun attached to it. How did they manage to scrap together an APC? Or is it simply a truck with some thin metal plates? She mentally shrugged, knowing she'd get her answer soon enough. First things first, to get my gear together and meet at this APC. "Alright, I'll get my stuff together and meet ya there." She said in answer to the man.

Once she had gathered her gear, she made sure to quickly move over to the APC. Surprised to see it was a repainted Imp APC. "Ya got nerves if anything to have acquired one of these." She smiled at the man. Skye then took this chance to look at the male that was recruited from the cafeteria as well. Fairly frail looking, and made Skye a bit concerned for how he'd fair in combat. But she then noticed the Lancer, probably a recruit from a different part of the base. Looked like she had a fair amount of muscle on her as well, given the fact she was encased in plates of metal.

She could feel the relative unease and general dislike of her. And Skye knew full well why too. Darcsen hate, no matter the degree, was usually present where ever she went. But that's not what was bothering her the whole ride. It was that no one was really talking. Her foot tapping to resonate her unease. The only sounds came from the APC and the surrounding environment. But luckily, someone spoke up, asking if anyone had seen action. "I've seen a bit. Not much to warrant me a medal, or even the right to say I'm a vet. But I was in the army and fought on a front or two." She answered, looking at the person. Though it seemed she was the only one to really respond, looking around at the others, warranting a small shrug.


[System]
Age: 27

Star Sign: Scorpio

Blood Type: AB-

Spirit Ally: Pyrus' spirit ally is a massive wolf named Lobo. At one point, Lobo was the 'king' of the American Southwest, leading a large pack and terrorizing farmers and native tribes alike. It was only when Lobo's mate was killed by a pack of hunters that he was drawn out. Seeing no reason to live, Lobo allowed himself to be captured and he eventually starved himself to death. In death, Lobo's spirit roamed the Southwest, calling out for his mate. One day, he and Pyrus found each other. Finding kinship in their shared loneliness, Lobo became Pyrus's spirit ally on the condition that he would assist him in searching for Blanca, Lobo's mate.

Oversoul Medium: Pyrus's main medium is a bracelet made from wolf bones that he wears on his right arm. In addition, he is also able to manifest Lobo's spirit inside his own body as well and 'sync' with him, turning Pyrus into a wolf for a period of time.

Oversouls:
Lobo Utlunta By placing Lobo's spirit in Pyrus's bone bracelet, Lobo is able to manifest as a pair of large claws on Pyrus's hands. Lobo's spirit can manipulate the shape of the bones, allowing Pyrus to extend/fire the claws forward like spears.

Skinwalker Thanks to intense training from his mentor Quarta, Pyrus is able to use his own body as a medium and 'merge' with Lobo's spirit. This form grants Pyrus the strength and speed of a wolf as well as sharpened senses. The drawback is this form consumes a large amount of mana, so it's only used in dire situations.

Background: Life was never easy for Pyrus. Being born in the Kee Tribe of Native Americans, his mother died in childbirth and his father died on a hunting trip shortly thereafter. Viewing him as a 'bad omen', Pyrus was outcast from the tribe and left to fend for himself. One day, he found himself being chased down by a pack of vultures when his cries for help caught the attention of Lobo, who's arrival awakened Pyrus's shamanic power. A nearby Patch shaman named Quarta sensed this awakening and brought Pyrus and Lobo to the Patch Tribe where they began their training. Having lost a child of her own, Quarta became a mother figure to Pyrus in addition to his teacher. Pyrus joined the Darkstars as a means of repaying the Patch tribe for letting him in among them and to travel the world in the hopes of finding Lobo's mate and reuniting them.

[User] Welcome! Place Character Sheets in the characters tab if you want to join. Once you receive approval on your character, you are welcome to start posting in the RP. OOC is reserved for meta stuff like determining how fights flow, lore, etc. Let's have a good time and don't forget... Look around you, look beyond.

[Assistant]
A scream could be heard coming from the house of the Patch chieftain as Goldva awoke from a nightmare. The recently named Patch Chieftain was struggling to adjust to her new guardian ghost, the Patch Tribe's Big Chief. The spirit of a former chieftain, Big Chief was passed from chieftain to chieftain and harbored a collective knowledge of the Patch's history. This knowledge presented itself in the form of prophetic dreams. Whenever she went to sleep, Goldva would receive a vision in the form of a dream. Tonight however, something was different.

As Goldva struggled out of bed, her thoughts drifted back to the dream she'd just had. The Big Chief had shown her a vision of Hao Asakura, the shaman who 400 years had reincarnated into the Patch Tribe and made off with the Spirit of Fire. It had been a humiliation for the Patch Tribe and many chiefs had sought to protect the four remaining high spirits at any cost. In the dream, she saw Hao sitting with the Spirit of Fire, only for Hao to split into two! The second Hao proceeded to become covered in shadow and morph into a new form, covered in darkness, but without the Spirit of Fire. The young chief's eyes widened as she began to put the pieces together.

"A second Hao..." Her voice came out as barely a whisper before the realization of what she said sunk in. If another shaman were to acquire the power of Hao Asakura, the results could be disastrous. Taking a moment to compose herself, Goldva strode over to her window and summoned the Big Chief into her pipe. For the last 400 years, the Patch had been preparing for a moment like this: The Darkstars. A special task force composed of shamans from around the globe. Shamans who could have competed for the title of King had they been born at the right time. Channeling her pipe into the Patch Arrow, Goldva shot it skywards.

The arrow soared into this air, leaving behind a trail of brilliant green light. Shamans who were part of the Darkstars task force would see the light and be summoned to the Patch Village. As per the agreement with the Asakura Clan, the Patch couldn't intervene in their affairs with Hao, but this was a unique case, deserving of the best forces the Patch could muster to protect the Great Spirit. As it reached the zenith of its flight, the arrow burst as the green light scattered around the globe, alerting the Darkstars.

[User]
Jarrah was headed to a client with Gaiya "walking" next to him and Coen floating behind him. Suddnley the warrior ghost noticed the light of Goldva's arrow. "Tjilku, look!" While Jarrah didn't like being called "child" by his ancestor he could tell the ghost was concerned about something and looked just in time to see the green light fade away. Concerned that the light meant what he feared it did he stopped and went back home. Since his appointment was only a routine check up of the wires he didn't feel too bad about missing it but he still wrote a message claiming a family emergency as an excuse.

After he dropped the message off Jarrah left town and kept going for a fair distance to make sure he wouldn't be bothered sat down on the ground. Trusting his two ghosts to keep him safe from any dangerous animals, he began the practice of dadirri or meditation.

Having closed his eyes he listened to his surroundings without saying or doing anything to empty his mind, eventually he went into a trance and opened his spiritual senses to the world around him and spent a few hours like that. What he learned during that time wouldn't have made any sense if he didn't already know about the Darkstars since it was all symbolic, including visions of an Eagle which he interpreted as either America or the Patch and an invented night sky where everything was bright but the stars themselves were countless dark spots.

With his fears seemingly confirmed he went back home to pack for a trip to America, some part of him still hoping he was wrong. Before leaving he double checked if he had packed Coen's boomerang and that the string for Gaiya's tooth didn't show any signs of breaking.

[Assistant]
It was days after the false comet has sailed across the sky that Fata appeared in the territory of the Patch tribe. She'd never been outside of her home continent before, and she was fully intending to get the most of sight-seeing... but that could come later. She did have a job to do after all, a duty to fulfill. Before leaving Africa she'd conferred with the spirits of the ancestors that had made their pact with the Patch in the first place, so she had at least some idea of what they looked like and where they could be found. She approached the village, padding along the desert with her friend floating in orb form beside her. The heat was bearable thanks to that, given the spirit's naturally radiating coolness.

Her preparations hadn't been much. She had the basics, her mediums, and not much else. She expected the Patch to be generous hosts for whatever mission they would be needing from her. Fata didn't yet know what the summoning was for, only that it had happened. And, naturally, that it was important. She skipped the last few feet through the mountainous pass.

Whether she was the first or the last of the illustrious "Darkstars" to arrive didn't matter to her. She smiled at the men who greeted her at the fringes of the village, looking up at them due to her stature being on the smaller side.

"Your chieftess summons me," she informed them, showing her pearly white teeth. The two men looked at each other, and seemed to put two and two together after a few seconds.

"You are one of the Darkstars?" The wider of the two watchmen asked, to which Fata nodded animatedly.

"Apparently. Now take me to her, to..." She clicked her tongue a few times, conjuring the woman's name from her recent memory. "Goldva. Goldva! I would discuss the circumstances with her."

The man jerked his chin in his chieftess' direction and turned to lead the way, leaving his partner at his post. Sango made a happy chirping sound, flitting around to take in the sights of the village. For her too it was the first time leaving her home, even in all her years of existing.

[User]
Pyrus had been out on his travels when the green light moved across the sky. He and Lobo found themselves sitting on a deserted mesa following another failed search for Blanca's spirit. Pyrus struggled to get a campfire going while the wolf ghost forlornly looked out across the dark expanse.

"Lobo, I know I promised you we'd find Blanca eventually, but it's been over a decade. Are you certain her spirit hasn't already passed on?" The young man heard an irritated growl rumbling in Lobo's throat. "Of course. You can still feel her presence, and that's more than enough reason for you to keep searching." After another strike, Pyrus had a small fire burning for warmth. He was about to stretch out on the bedrock when the night sky suddenly lit up in a brilliant green flare! It didn't take long for Pyrus to realize what it meant.

"Lobo!" The Native American leapt to his feet as the wolf spirit bounded towards him, "Spirit flame mode!" Lobo's body vanished and a small silver fireball burned in his place. Taking hold of the ball, Pyrus spoke the command he'd practiced for emergencies such as this. "Spirit Unity! Skinwalker!" In a matter of seconds, the ghostly apparition of silver limbs appeared over Pyrus's arms and legs. The silver light extended across his body and covered his eyes in a wolf-like mask. With the oversoul completed, Pyrus turned his head in the direction of the Patch Village. Taking a leap off the mesa, the shaman hit the ground and took off running with a speed that would make an Olympic sprinter green with envy.

The next day, Pyrus found himself sitting in a meeting hall with Goldva, the chieftain of the Patch Tribe. Little by little, new shamans began to trickle into the hall; the shamans who were to make up the task force known as the Darkstars. According to Quarta, Pyrus's mentor, the Darkstars came from all over the world and only convened in times of great distress. As this was the first time he'd ever been summoned, Pyrus wondered what event could have caused such a fuss that the Darkstars would be called.


[System]
Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Age: 1,907

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a siberian tiger.

Abilities

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Ectothermic: It's body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings. It can withstand the hottest or coldest environments.

~Tremendous strength and speed.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Anything faster than subsonic it can detect via air pressure gradient.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not highly acidic.

~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.

~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. Can grasp (but not speak) all languages.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
It can convert and excrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty, and can regain the weight by eating.

~The Alpha:
Though it would never allow its young to live unless driven to desperation by an immense threat to its existence, for it is a selfish thing that dislikes sharing its hunting grounds, it is able to impose its will upon its brood of lesser vampires via shared split-consciousness. By forcefully breeding with another organism, it can produce in one month a litter of four juveniles. The juveniles mature after a single month and become fully capable of killing and breeding, weighing at that time around 100 kilos each. The brood will never grow to more than 200 kilos. Each one can have a litter of four young, and can breed with as many victims as are available.
At such a rate the number of mature brood would grow exponentially as follows, assuming the lowest estimate of each one breeding a single time per month.

Month One- The Magna Pater breeds and the young emerge.

Month Two- Five mature brood counting the Magna Pater.

Month Four- Twenty brood.

Month Six- Eighty Brood.

Month Eight- 320 brood.

Month Ten- 1,280 brood.

Year One- 5,120 brood.

Year Two- 26,214,400 brood.

Year Three- Planetary Extinction.

~Malocchio:
It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Before it uses the Malocchio, the intended victim(s) will have a brief premonition of the danger to come. Those who see the true eyes will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of the Magna Pater, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It also allows the Magna Later to see through the eyes of its prey at any and all times, even at the same time if there are multiple victims. By using the Malocchio on one who is already cursed, the victim's sight will be replaced with that of the Magna Pater's until it deactivates its eyes.

It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly seven seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.
The Magna Pater can only keep the Malocchio active for at most sixteen seconds, and cannot use it again until the same amount of time has passed. As an example, if it only uses it for ten seconds and then deactivates, then it must rest its eyes for ten seconds.

~Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio have their consciousness eternally bound to their physical state of matter. They gain a horrific form of immortality, doomed to live on forever in boundless agony as inert particles bequeathed unto the earth, lost to time and memory beneath the weight of the ages.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find children, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.
It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment.

The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the it consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistant subspecies, devouring its own young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new alpha conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. It has seen and ended countless civilisations. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which many sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies, an apocalyptic power which it does not abuse only for the sake of preserving its food supply.

Though it lingers not permanently in this world, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music:

[User] The sound would fade away after several seconds... It might be in the tunnels ahead, either having stopped or gone too far for even the cave's echoes to reach Higan.

[Assistant]
Time was not massively against Higan as he walked at an almost leisurely pace through the cave system. Ultimately he was either going to escape the cave unmolested and return home for repair work or he was going to run into Slimy again before he got top-side. The worst thing he could do was sprint through the darkness with three quarters of his vision fucked up and let the monster get the drop on him again. Such was to be expected when you pursued creatures into their own lair, but fool me twice and all that jazz. As it were he was relying solely upon Electric vision, or what remained of it, as he made his way through the long dark. However, there was no particular reason why he should, as his Optics were still connected to the computer system and would change when necessary. He made some adjustments, of which the creature he pursued could have no knowledge of.

With no more sound to pursue there was little to guide Higan towards his prey. To that end he set himself on a reverse course to that he had followed, pausing more rarely to listen out for the Pater, perhaps every minute or so, though there was no pattern to his action and he sometimes stopped and listened suddenly, hoping to catch it out if it understood what he was doing. In regards to his eventual escape, Higan was a trained A.S.P operator, and part of his job was a scouting role. Orienteering his way out of a cave was child's play, in fact he would probably make about the same time as he did on his way in allowing for his less than consistent walking.

[User] Higan would indeed succeed in leaving the cavern, without a hitch. Something was off, though. It all had been too easy. Having the Magna Pater off the grid was like sitting on a ticking bomb...

[Assistant]
"Well now, it's definitely up ahead somewhere." Higan muttered to himself as the Mech made its final ascent. It was a little easier getting out of the cave than getting in so the Mech was climbing up the last tunnel in a sort of crouch-walk with its right side facing forward. It was still slow going though, which worried Higan just a tad as he had a foreboding feeling the Pater was preparing something for him up topside. He had forced it out of its little nest and back up into open air, if it was like any other ugly bastard living in dirt it couldn't have liked that very much. Still, once he reached daylight visibility was bound to be improved and he'd have space to work with, all factors in his favour. Particularly in light of two things, he had entered the forest in the early hours of the morning and had been in the deeps for at least two hours, so sunlight would be permeating the forest. However, more importantly he remembered the exit was on a hillside, so the sun would shine more brightly upon it as the canopy couldn't be as thick, and he would have an excellent field of vision. There was a chance he could still kill the creature yet, with just forty rounds of rifle ammo and maybe 900 rounds in his chain-gun.

The entrance to the cave was the biggest danger. If the creature stayed true to form it would be up waiting for him in a blind spot as he exited the cave. He couldn't hear it anymore, so either it had fled far enough through the forest to escape him or it had settled down to wait for him to leave the cave. His mind flittered back to the skeletal decoy earlier, he couldn't even discount the possibility of a trap waiting for him at the exit, and it had certainly proved itself wily enough to carry out some manual tasks. All in all the light at the end of the tunnel was looking progressively worse as he swapped back to ordinary vision function to avoid blinding himself. If there was anything un-toward about the entrance of the cave Higan would notice it, he wasn't a scout for nothing, having passed this way earlier he could probably spot a single stone out of place.

Presuming he was not accosted before reaching the exit his rifle would poke out into daylight, feeling for anything untoward on his path and perhaps fishing out the creature. If nothing bit he'd consider his next plan of action about six feet inside of the cave, his cannon pointed with deadly intent before him and his eyes searching what he could see outside.

[User] The forest was quiet, and the Magna Pater was nowhere to be seen. Most of the its victims had experienced this very situation. He who strikes first strikes last, and the monster had the luxury of time.

[Assistant] Eventually you just have to take the plunge. The Mech stepped out into open air with another burst of chain-gun fire clearing its head and the patch of earth above and behind it in its immediate blind spot. Provided it went unmolested Higan would pause and listen for further sound, before making his way slowly up the hill in the same stopping and listening fashion he had used earlier.

[User]
No traps so far...

But then again, one had to wonder what would happen were Higan to feel the need for a drink or a potty.


[System]
0 - The Fool
Rui Shinichi - Askr
I - The Magician
Matthew Harvester - Kresnik
II - The Priestess
Shirohane Kotori - Kikuri-hime
III - The Empress (NPC)
Hamada Leiko - Titania
IV - The Emperor (NPC)
Sutoraiki Kaminari - Zeus
V - The Hierophant
Samuru Amakusa - Shiro Amakusa
VI - The Lovers
Ryan Alon - Geraint
VII - The Chariot
Akane "Saito" Hanezawa - Setanta
VIII - The Justice
Katsuro Takuma - Giles Corey
IX - The Hermit
Ayano Wakahisa - Dantalion
X - The Fortune
Hashimoto Sato - Chronos
XI - The Strength (NPC)
Noboru Yamamoto - Atlas
XII - The Hanged Man (NPC)
Alexei Dragunov - Prometheus
XIII - The Death (NPC)
Chiaki Nettu - Freyja
XIV - The Temperance
Shizuka Otonashi - Inari
XV - The Devil
Jun Himura - Mordred
XVI - The Tower (NPC)
Fubuki Sayaka - Arachne
XVII - The Star (NPC)
Sieghardt Kasumi - Saturnus
XVIII - The Moon
Mako Moritomi - Israfil
XIX - The Sun
Zeke - Yatagarasu

The Story Thus Far
NOTE: This will only include story relevant events.

The beginning of the school term was nearing, and Rui had recently moved into Warakuma and was going to be attending soon. He met Noboru, who was a childhood friend of his shortly after arriving, and soon after he met Kami. Eventually the three went to the Warakuma Amusement Park, and after Noboru separated, Kami and Rui were drawn into the House of Mirrors.

After a series of strange events, they enter the Mirror World for the first time, and summon their Personas with the help of Kazuki, who happened to be there at the time. They were led out and informed of the Mirror World and the events that have taken place around it.

Shortly after discovering this, Noboru was taken into the Mirror World involuntarily. With the help of Kazuki and Megumi, Kami and Rui find the dungeon Noboru was in, and rescue him. Shortly after these events, Noboru was now part of the party.

In the following week, Matthew Harvester was taken, and police involvement resumed on the mass abductions originating from a year ago. Noboru, Rui and Kami responded quickly and went into the Mirror World to rescue him, also adding him to the party at the end of it.

With Golden Week near way Leiko Hamada was next, and just as quickly the party of four rescued her with the assistance of Riku. From then on, Kami formed the Investigation side, while Rui took care of the Dungeon side.

Shortly afterward, Chiaki Nettu was taken, and the team put together a rescue effort that resulted in a success. Meanwhile, Kami's investigation was showing up little results, as kidnappings so far seemed to be random, so no pattern was discernible.

Not long before midterms, Akane Hanazawa was taken, and the party put together a team to rescue her. The rescue was a success, leading to Akane joining the party. What followed after was a double kidnapping however, where Sato and Kotori were captured.

In the following week the team went to both dungeons and rescued both Sato and Kotori, subsequently the two joined the party as well.

The next week, Ayano and Kami had met up at the shopping center, and after a few events that had transpired, Ayano was captured, and immediately the next day Kami brought everyone together to rescue Ayano. After a difficult dungeon, it was found that Ayano had a more unique power as a Persona user, after she had been rescued.

Ayano's powers were put to the test during an emergency roughly a week later, when Alexei pursued cultist members as they kidnapped his sister, forcing his way into the mirror world. With Ayano's powers the party pinpointed their position and started a rescue mission for both Alexei and his sister Elena.

It was a success, with Alexei joining the team shortly afterwards, although with little time for rest, two more were taken the next week. Those two were Sieghardt, a member of the Drama club, and Ryan, a timid member of the Manga club.

Rui and Kazuki led two separate parties to rescue them in the coming weekend, though Rui's party run was smooth and Ryan was rescued without much incident, Kazuki did not have a much better time, and ended up requiring assistance, to which Rui and his party after rescuing Ryan, reinforced in the effort to rescue Seighardt. It was a resounding success, and the two were rescued safely.

After some investigation by Kami, he managed to find an unsettling truth after pinpointing the cult behind the attacks. The Junsei Sekai Tensei, or Perfect World Resurrection, was an old cult that has been around for awhile. There was one problem though, and that it's leader has gone completely MIA, and his wife died one year ago, despite the cult members passing mentions in a police interrogation.

Fast forward a week later, the Star Drop Café was attacked, and Mako, Shizuka, and Masahide were abducted by members the cult the party was pursuing. Aiko was injured, and Noboru sat this out to watch over him while everyone else successfully rescued the abductees.

Following this event, Jun Himura was abducted by the cult, and a Katsuro Takuma was caught in the crossfire, as well as many others. After a struggle from Jun Himura, it resulted in multiple of the abductors to be thrown into the mirror world as well. This resulted in strange knight enemies found within the dungeons, which were actually the people who were accidentally thrown into the mirror world.

After a rescue requiring two parties to go through different routes in the dungeon, everyone was rescued successfully. Though that has been resolved, tensions among Yakuza, authorities, combined with the presence of the Junsei Sekai Tensei cult, has made things uncomfortable for a few people.

That aside, summer break has begun but not two days into it, an incident has occurred in the Mirror World. Before they could investigate, Zeke, the hawk, guides everyone through to a new area called Seto, a giant lake and sea. Immediately they detect someone inside of it, much like the dungeons before, however upon reaching it, it's much smaller, but the threat to the person trapped here is all the same.

Rui takes a party in to rescue Samuru, while Kami takes another party to investigate Seto's immediate area. After a battle against Samuru's shadow, he awakens to his Persona and joins the team shortly after, while Kami's group sets their first foot into Seto's open areas, which starts as Japanese village and goes on into the fields.

Throughout the week everyone in varying parties explores this new area and progresses through it. Though considering this is Summer Break, Tadao offered everyone to take a trip to the beach for the weekend, which everyone accepted.

The Velvet Room - Challenges and Services

Challenge Rules and System

Character Moves and Skills

Collected Cards

Player Status

[User]
Strawman Hospital - Elevator > ER
31/5/2015 Sunday

The combined efforts managed to kill off most of the Shadows, with two remaining, but compared to five being able to cover for each other's attacks, two was nothing. The party unceremoniously killed the final two, and sure enough the elevator stopped moving, and the doors slid open with a bell similar to that of an elevator reaching its destination.

The new area before them was... A hospital ward, at the very end of the long hallway filled with the creepy quiet fluttering of hospital ward curtains and bloodstains across both the floor and the curtains themselves, was another door at the end, obscured in the dark, only a glowing sight saying "Emergency Room" at the end.

Nervously the party navigated this hallway, but like before... No shadows... Was this dungeon more tame...? Or less tame? It was strange, eerie. They could hear voices on this floor, occasionally the voices sounded familiar...

"Sato...?", he muttered... Was Sato the one they were rescuing here? Or was it just one of the voices? In any case, soon they reached the ER.

"I sense something strong beyond that door... Be careful", they guessed as much, it was a pretty projected miniboss fight, but based on what Megumi said, this wasn't the final floor. When they were ready they swung the doors wide open and walked inside.

There was an operating table, and an unusual amount of blood and gore all around it. Rui wasn't an expert surgeon or anywhere near that, but he was positive this operation was a complete failure. Would not trust that shade standing by the table ever. As he thought this it reared it's head, causing the party to respond by going into stance.

It was creepy, it's face was elongated, enough to not look human, while still looking human enough. It's eyes were blank black abysses, and in its hand was a scalpel. It didn't look like much of a threat... Since it was just a scalpel, but then it dropped that and picked up the gigantic bonesaw... Though that turned out to be a distracted. It shuffled through what looked to be a drawer, and picked up a heart, but it was discoloured in blue, and sure enough it hurled it at the party and on contact like a grenade, turned into a pillar of ice as the party jumped out of the way. As soon as the party did that though, it swung the bonesaw at Rui, who just barely managed to block with Askr. After repelling it, it assumed the same stance again, ruffling through the drawers, and sure enough was another heart, this time yellow.

"Looks like its vulnerable when it tries to get another heart... Be careful not to get caught until it goes for another heart", he said. It looked like this one was simple... But costly. If they messed up, the gigantic power of just one of those heart grenades could wipe them out.

[Assistant]
Ayano Wakahisa: Wakahisa Residence
 Sunday, May 31st

"Yeah...Another one just got nabbed!"
"Really? I thought I heard somewhere that it was two this time!

Ayano looked at the thread as it filled with a new response every time she refreshed...This entire kidnapping thing has gotten out of hand, it was unsettling before, but now they're picking up two? Who knows how long it'll be before they move on to three? Four? Hell, why stop there? They might as well kidnap an entire section! Lots of users were even sharing their own little thoughts and theories about who the mastermind was, but the lack of evidence, concrete or otherwise made it all pointless.

She gave a sigh, standing up from her chair and looked out the window, letting her mind wander for awhile. The girl didn't want to admit it, but she was scared...How long until she ends up in the same situation as them? Will anyone even risk their lives to save her? Barring her family of course...And even then, will she make it out alive? Ayano shook her head and began to scratch her head, this negative thinking wasn't probably the best idea to do.

The brunette looked outside once more, trying to look on a more positive side this time...So far, everyone that's been kidnapped has ended up safe and sound in the arms of the hospital, so that's one good thing, right? And, they do get better eventually, returning to normalcy after a few days. So maybe it's not all bad? She shrugged, was it bad she was tempting fate? Probably so.

Getting back to her surfing, she returned to her laptop, hoping to get her mind off of things.

[User]
Akane Hanazawa // Strawman Hospital
Sunday, May 31st, 2015

Finishing off the remaining two shadows, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, having made it to the next area. They found themselves in a hospital ward, filled with the creepy fluttering of curtains with bloodstains covering them and the floors. Despite the erry sounds and scenery, there wasn't another shadow to be scene. At the end of the hallway was a glowing sign that announced the Emergency Room. "What a fitting room for a boss monster, eh?"

As they walked closer to the door, they began hearing voices, to assure themselves that they weren't exactly crazy, a few of them thought they recognized the voice, though unfamiliar to Akane. Though Megumi confirmed what lies next is strong, it wasn't the final floor. Akane thought it was a shame, it was a great set up. Taking a few moments to ready themselves, they entered the room. Looking inside, she cringed at the levels of blood and gore. The sight made the Yakuza look like a bunch of girl scouts.

It seems like they didn't need to wait long before their host showed itself. To fit the scene before them, it was an equally creepy monster, definitely on a whole other level compared to the other shadows. Waiting in awkward silence as they watched the shadow picking up different weapons before going through a drawer, picking up a heart and tossing it at them. Taken by surprise of the action, they snapped out of it and managed to get out of the way, avoiding becoming a pillar of ice. The shadow didn't wait for them to catch their breathes as it went after Rui with the Bonesaw, of whom barely managed to block it's attack.

After it was repelled it picked out another colored heart. Heeding Rui's advice, Akane summoned Setanta to fortify it's defense with 'Rakukaja' as they cautiously wait for their moment to strike.

[Assistant]
Strawman Hospital - ER
31/5/2015 Sunday

The Surgeon Shadow in its impatience threw the heart at the party. The heart made contact with the floor as the party dispersed away from it, letting it explode in lightning strikes, quickly spreading and dealing minor damage, even though everyone managed to steer clear of it. The shock was enough to keep most of the party from counter-attacking quickly, but Akane had barely taken damage in this instance, due to the Rakukaja she cast earlier. With this, she had a chance to counter-attack, and did so, striking the shadow before it could fully raise the bonesaw. She wailed on it before stepping back as it attempted to force her to back away with a push of its free hand. As soon as it did, it just stuffed its hand back into the drawer, no longer rustling it, and picked up a green heart...

"So the colour represents the elements almost exactly... Okay", spotting this, he immediately struck the shadow's arm with a Garu, causing it to drop the heart, making it explode in its face. It was largely undeterred though... So it was incredibly resilient to magic.

"Rush it with physical skills now, while it still needs to grab another heart!", he ordered, summoning Askr, with his blade ready, he charged. This should be the definitive strike.


[System]
~Quinn Myers~

Appearance:
 Quinn Myers has jet black hair that runs all the way down her back. She tends to wear her hair in low pony tails, letting curled pieces of her hair fall in front of her face. Standing at around 5'3, she's fairly short for her age, but seems taller due to her incredible confidence. Quinn's eyes are bright baby blue and are the first thing people seem to notice about her. They make her face pop up, and with a touch a makeup, Quinn looks absolutely stunning.

 Quinn's wardrobe isn't exactly the best, she tends to go more comfy that stylish. Occasionally though, she'll dress up for no particular reason. It can be fun every once and awhile to be fancy for Quinn, and she loves messing with people's heads. Quinn usually puts on a dash of eye shadow and a touch of mascara. It's not too much, but the perfect amount of natural beauty and cosmetics.
Age: 16

Reputation:
 Quinn is considered to be a fun and outgoing girl. As a human, she had missed out on everything a normal girl went through. Now, she's determined to live life as a normal teenager would, well except for the bloodsucking part. Fun-loving and adventures, Quinn's the type of girl that encourages people to skinny dip, or to stink out past curfew, anything to get her close to a beating heart beat. She's also fearless and courageous. It's rare for something to frighten her. Life as a human sucked for Quinn, she intends to make up for it as a vampire.

 Unlike most vampires, Quinn has a pretty good control on blood. It comes easy to her, for whatever reason. She'd always been good at pacing herself and drinking blood seemed to be just the same. Sometimes Quinn would even help young vampires gain control, something her teacher's will often assign her to do.

 Quinn is also extremely hardworking. If there's something she wants, count on it happening. She will to all extremes to accomplish something. Write a book? Check. Learn Japanese? Check. Learn ancient history? Check. The list goes on and on. No matter what she sets out to do, it will get done. Watch out if you stand her way, she's not afraid to run right through you.

History:
 Quinn was born in London England to normal human parents. From a young age, she had a wild imagination and from there developed an intense interest for the supernatural. Instead of going to birthday parties and having sleepovers, Quinn would read and research everything she could find on the occult. Any normal, loving parent would have been concentered by Quinn's obsession, but not hers. Being professors as they were, they didn't have enough time for their only daughter. The only interest they ever showed was when they hired Quinn's nanny.

 And so, Quinn continued her research. It wasn't until high school did Quinn start to believe not only was the supernatural interesting, but it was real. Several trips were taken to mysterious places about strange, magical incidents or humans drained from blood, even the slightest rumor had Quinn packing her bags. She could be gone for weeks, and her parents still wouldn't care. As far as they were concerned, Quinn was simply a stray cat, who could leave the house for weeks but would still come back home for food and shelter. Not even the nanny, who was only there for the money, cared where Quinn went off to.

 It was when Quinn's grades started slipping did her parents start to intervene. She had always been a straight A student, until 10th grade. High school wasn't even slightly interesting to Quinn anymore, all that mattered was the supernatural. She could have dropped out right then and made a career in the occult world. But her father was furious at the embarrassment Quinn had caused. She had only three B's, but they still completely freaked out. She wouldn't have been surprised if her father's booming voice caused the entire house to collapse. They grounded her to the house for an entire month. Quinn couldn't bear to spend another minute stuck in that house, so the first day her parents left to give a speech in America, she decided to flee the prison which she was supposed to call home. To this day, Quinn's unsure if her parents ever tried to look for her. Quinn took this opportunity to become a full time supernatural information gatherer, which she still wasn't sure if that was actually a thing. Regardless, Quinn traveled around the world gathering more information on the Occult.

 Never did Quinn think she could become a supernatural creature herself. It was March 15th, the death of Julius Caesar, and apparently the day a ghost attacked a small village in Italy every year, when Quinn's life was changed forever. It was simply any other normal day, well normal for Quinn anyway. The clock read 11:30pm, just a half hour before it struck midnight. Venturing through the town's vast forest, Quinn was searching for a secret burial ground when she came across a mysterious boy dressed in a dark red cloak. Who would be hanging around in these woods so late? She asked herself, extremely suspicious of the boy. It wasn't until he was 2 feet from her did she see the pointy white fangs. But it was too late to run away by then. The boy bit into her soft neck and fed on her, sucking practically all the blood from her body. Despite the pain and the terrifying vampire biting her, not once did Quinn scream or try to struggle. She stood there, amazed that all her research was true. Vampires existed. Once the vampire had finished his meal, Quinn crumbled to the ground. Breathing incredibly hard, she knew it was only a matter of time before her spirit traveled into an unknown world. The boy looked at her, surprised at her peaceful surrender to him. Whether it be amazement, mercy, or whatever the vampire was feeling, he decided to make the ultimate decision and turn her. Biting into her own arm, he gave Quinn, who was seconds from death, his very own blood. Moments after putting his blood into her system, the boy snapped Quinn's neck. She woke hours later as a vampire.

Secrets:
-Quinn is currently working on Natural Vampire magic, and while she's only been a vampire for a little over a year, she's already come to see much improvement in her abilities. Quinn's favorite element is water.

-Quinn actually loves being a vampire. All her human life, she studied them and practically worshiped them, and now it was like she had become a god. She was stronger and faster, and most importantly, free to do whatever she wanted.

-Imagine the worst dancer in the world, then times it by 50 and you'll get Quinn. Dance moves clearly aren't her thing, not that she's aware of that though.

-Surprisingly smart, Quinn is at the top of her class. Studying and memorizing facts comes easy to her.

-Due to her terrible parents, Quinn has extreme trust issue. It's difficult for her to share any secret information to anyone. It's a scar she's trying to heal, but no matter how hard she tries, Quinn just can't seem to trust anyone.

[User]
"Well, here we are I suppose..." Maple stepped off the train to the amazing sight of the school. Most were immediately walking through the large ornate doors into the city surrounding the academy, but Maple slipped out of the crowd to stand off to the side and catch her breath. As she did, she watched the crowd.

There were some interesting folks there, but the most interesting to her was a girl about her age with a wing on her head and another on her shoulder. She was wearing a fancy little black dress, and looked like she was about to cry her heart out. As Maple approached her, she noticed her eyes were red-tinted, like her own, and found a reason to talk to the girl other than, 'Hey, don't cry sweetheart!'

"Hey, i'm Maple. Yes like the tree. I'm also Canadian, if that means anything to you." Maple silently cursed her harsh tone as she spoke, trying again with a light kindness in her voice now. "Sorry, I'm what you'd call naturally blunt. Don't take what I say seriously." A smile now, and reel her in.

"You hungry? Don't bother saying no, because I can see it all in your eyes." Maple kept a kind smile on her face as she waited for the girl to respond, holding her hand out to her.

[Assistant]
Veit's eyes were glued to the amazing display of acrobatics. He heard Quinn say something, but he only caught the last bit of it,'Can you you do that?'. Veit's eyes snapped forward, landing on the wheel barrow, watching as it quickly drew closer. Veit was ready to do something, but his body wasn't, he could have copied Quinn and just do an elegant back flip through the air but Veit wanted to do something different. He wasn't sure what else he could do, and without realizing it, the wheel barrow was only a few feet away. It was to late to turn around and shout to Quinn 'I'm not that skilled', but the momentum would carry him into the wheel barrow if he tried to stop.

Veit accepted defeat when he realized there was no way out of this, the wheel barrow was now within arms length and he had no plan in mind. Veit closed his eyes as he crashed into the wheel barrow. The edge of the contraption made him trip into the barrow face first, after landing in it the momentum from his incredible speed propelled both Veit and the barrow forward toward a crowed where people were seated at a stage. Unbeknownst to him, this stage was where all the magics teachers were.

[User]
"Ah, a new student. Here are some papers you need to fill out, including your name, race, birthday, and when you discovered your vampirism. Also..."

All-in-all it took Lucilia and Morticia about thirty minutes to fill out the various forms and documents, take her picture, and produce her a card. "Do your best to keep your card. Not only is it your identity card, but it is also needed if you wish to buy anything within the city, access certain facilities, or engage in various services. Aside from that, enjoy your stay at the Scarlet Briar Academy!" Giving a kind smile to Morticia Lucilia spied some newcomers in the distance. Lucilia gathered more documents for them, feeling that they would come see her soon.

@Vesuvius00@Luna

Meanwhile as Donny watched from his tree, he saw some teachers come out for magical demonstrations. The first up was the man dressed completely in white. He even had white hair. The only thing that wasn't white was his eyes, which were gold. He stepped up to the microphone and spoke out. "I am Psyren, and I know each and everyone one of you. You may be wondering how, or why. The answer is simple: it's thanks to Mental Magic. I can read your thoughts... And control others with my mind." Demonstrating the power of his control Psyren took a step back and raised his hands. Soon, various students were lifted up into the air, helpless as they flailed around. "Mental magic is not only the power of telepathy, but also telekinesis! To master Mental Magic is to master matter itself. Observe!" Lowering the various students back into their seat, some assistants came out with various objects. Balls, buckets of water, barrels, a gun, a couple of bags, and a set of barbells. They threw them at Psyren and without even lifting a finger they were caught in the air. One of the assistants even shot at him, but no bullets hit him. A wave of his hand and he even disarmed the gun, dismantling it into pieces before dropping the parts into a barrel. He said nothing more as he walked off the stage, carrying the props with him using telekinesis.

The next up was a young man in a fancy three-piece suit. He walked up to the stage and to the mike. "Hello, my name is Vandheer Lorde. Don't let my appearance fool you... My magic involves mastering the wild and harsh Elements. They're a tricky and vicious beast, some which contains a vampire's natural weakness. And if you learn my magic, you will learn how to combat these weaknesses. Like so." Suddenly, Vandheer burst into flames, scaring much of the audience members. "Fire is our natural enemy. But with nature magic, we turn fire into a loyal ally. And you may be wondering about our other weakness, one that could make any gaudy human into a threat. Silver." Vandheer's fire vanished, and his body was now covered in silver. He moved himself freely however, even producing a blade to cut his arms. No blood was drawn, and his body seemed fine. He dismissed the silver, falling into dust around his feet. He was completely unharmed. He then waved his arms through the air, and water and wind gathered around him forming a comfortably chair for him to sit on while in the air. "Master the elements and you master nature itself. Even if you don't master the elements, you're still far more powerful then any other vampire who chooses a different path." And with that Vandheer left the stage, slouching in his wind and water chair.

[Assistant]
Morticia was very much relieved when the paperwork was done and to find out that she would have a bit of allowance to spend. She quickly hurried away to find Casey and when she did find him, she was all smiles.

"Hey Casey! I am officially enrolled into the Academy! I have my ID card, room number and everything! I am so excited......" she paused as she heard and saw the two professors.

"Wow..... I guess there is a lot to learn and do here. I need to decide what classes I want yet. Want to come and sit with me while I make my choices?"

[User]
Quinn stood and watched as Veit raced after the wheelbarrow, gaining more speed and momentum than her. Instead of doing an incredible back flip as she had, Veit fell face first and sent the wheelbarrow flying through the air.

 "Veit!!" Quinn yelled, chasing after him. A slight smile curved on her lips. While she sincerely hoped he was alright, the situation was a bit funny. Following Veit, Quinn arrived at what appeared to be a school demonstration. Several eyes had already flickered to Veit, obviously surprised as to why a wheelbarrow and a boy had interrupted them. Grinning, Quinn waved to the crowd and winked while walking up to Veit.

 "Are you alright?" She asked and held out her hand to help him up. Looking around, she noticed that teachers were also present. Uhh... Maybe they won't notice?


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.

Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.

Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.

Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Though not skilled in the magical arts of her people Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely ever does.

Clothing: She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Armor: Snake Band Arm Cuff with Enchanted Garnet (Barkskin)

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her, she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Currently she wanders the land hunting and selling fur when she reaches a new town.
(A more in-depth history can be provided if needed.)

[User]
Ellyn turned her head around, looking to see Artos's sleeping face and sighed softly to herself, she was obviously happy he didn't hear any of that, what if he thought what she felt was weird and unusual?? she cuddled into him regardless liking the feel of his breath softly hitting her.

Holding his hand lightly she turned her head back to Garrek and Vivian, nodding slowly before reaching to his cheek and kisses it softly, not understanding why she wanted to kiss his cheek, she just did.

Then giggling to Garrek she asked him softly 'G-garrek… I am not strong enough, but it wouldn't bother you if you could carry him… please…? I don't want to leave him here...' After that she thought to herself and wanted to giggle some more, wondering what he would do if he was carried like a princess but by Garrek.

[Assistant]
Das the Shameless

 "No shame at all," Das said with a toothy smile as he turned to walk back towards his tent, deciding it was about time to get dressed. As he slowly padded along the sand to his rough tent he continued to talk, "Santa, huh? Well I have to admit I don't know any Santas."

 He disappeared into the tent and after some commotion poked his head out, his wild hair covering his face in a tangled mess, "wait, Sana or Santa? Because Sana sounds familiar."

 His blocked gaze turned to the shorter assorted adventurer who had emerged from the city face, "more of me? Has my cousin been here, spreading his rumors."

 After a moment of thought his head disappeared back into the tent, and with a burst that sent the tent rumpling to the ground he jolted out, modestly covered with his fur vest, pants and boots. An occasional bone tooth or knuckle from some wild animal or another helped adorn the simple feral attire. A rucksack was slung over his shoulders and a large knife that glinted in the moonlight clung to his rough leather belt.

 "No," Das said as he started to stuff the rough canvas tent into his rucksack, "my cousin is more of a cold mountain kinda person. Also oceans away I would presume."

 He hefted the sack back onto his broad shoulders and shrugged, continuing his now solo conversation, "it was a bad joke, but what are you going to do, there isn't much to work with in this desert."

[User]
Ellis

 Ellis looked over and saw the naked elf. 'He has no shame'...he heard from the deep reaches of his mind. "If I had a body like that I wouldn't either." He stood up and joined the three. Looking to Das and then to the others who were outside. "Well you know... There would only be one way to make this less awkward if we follow mr. Das's steps and take our cloths off." He said taking another sip of his wine filled flask. He then looked to Sana and Hugh. "If i told you I was just as big downstairs as he was would you believe me?"

Vivian

 She smiled and left the three their devices. She decided to follow the rest outside. She was sad to see the little goblin go but he wanted and she wouldnt argue. She then noticed something Varis was no where to be seen. He had left them and she had to let out a sigh. I guess we were just to weird for him. She snorted and stomped up the stairs and after getting her hair wet along with her leather armor and finally made it out what she was greeted to was a naked dark elf. She rose a brow and found her steps taking her to the wagon and she continued to check out Das. She rose a brow and brushed hair from her face. "He can stay naked for a little while cant he?" Then he vanished into his tent and came out fully dressed. She shrugged.

Garekk

 Garekk nodded and put his silver dagger back into its place. He then reached down and pulled Artos from Ellyn and lifted him up. He wasn't that heavy. He then gestured with his head. "Let's go join the others shall we?" The orc turned around and began to move towards the exit. He felt the water from the falls might wake him up ,but he didn't stop to see. He climbed up the steps and he came upon the current scene. He looked to the naked elf...."the only time i saw a naked elf was when Me and my kin were going to eat him."

Zaphere

 "So it is started... With that a purge may occur by the Inquisitor." Danika spoke turning to Samuel.

"Yes,... Yes. This brings so much fond memories." A robbed figure appearing from the darkness. Samuel looked to him and then back to Danika. A brow raised.
"Who is this?" He asked. Danika turned to face him fully and she smiled. "His name is Eliphas. He is in his current form because he does not want himself known yet to the people or the inquisitor."

 "We must draw the Inquisitors focus on the idiot fools of the mages guild here." He grinned. "I know just how to do it too..." He laughed raising a hand as dark energy poured from it's palm. The with a burst of energy a portal opened only for a second. Dropping through it was a succubus. She bowed to him. Her wings folded and her eyes to the ground. He then gestured for the sorceress to hand to her the hairs of one such mage."There is a inquisitor looking for us. A purge will likely begin. Give the clergy a enemy to fight. Do what you must and make it seem like the guild is behind the chaos. Wont be hard sense the church already had mixed feelings of the infamous guild." He ordered. She touched the hairs and picture the owner those hairs and took his form. She then left. She knew exactly how to do it too. Sense it was to her knowledge and Eliphas that the guild was after a Lich's Phylactery and with the mage who commissioned the mission to retrieve it dead and the evidence given to the succubus. The Inquisitor would not hesitate to burn that building to the ground. The demon lord laughed uncontrollably.

 The Succubus carried the evidence in while in the form of the very mage that had the group sent out to find the chalice. She only had to find the inquisitor and once she did bump into him and let the evidence speak to him as she made her escape. Dressed in the attire of the mages it would not be hard to draw the conclusion. A war will break out...

[Assistant]
Hugh was taken aback a little by the naked man as he raised an eyebrow, simply shrugging and looking to his horse. "Yeah, okay, naked dude." He strode over to Rodger to give the horse a pat on the nose and a 'good boy'. The proud horse acknowledged his master's presence, lifting his nose and greeting him with a snort to his face. Hugh simply smiled, petted his nose and rubbed his neck.

What surprised Hugh the most was when Sana greeted the elf as if she had known him from before. He pointed to the elf, "Some other adventurer you worked with?" He raised a brow, looking rather unconcerned. It was weird to have a naked elf standing there and slightly awkward. Hugh simply waved it off, as Sana had averted her eyes. He wasn't all too concerned. It did perturb him that she knew the elf from before and now this elf was standing stark naked in the moonlight.

Hugh looked to Sana as she ushered the elf off to go and get some clothes on. She also tried to make it clear to the seemingly dimwitted elf that they had met before. Obviously the elf wasn't feeling up to the task of remembering at the moment. Perhaps drunk or drugged? It didn't really matter, after all the elf went off and finally got his clothes on. Hugh continued to tend to his horse, unconcerned at the events taking place around them.

The others seemed to congregate up top little by little, over time, giving their two cents on the random elf that had showed up on the surface. Hugh seemed rather annoyed by the situation, trying to concentrate on keeping his horse in good care. He didn't really care for all this new business. All the same, he would welcome the new addition along.

Ellis seemed to start sharing some thoughts with Hugh and Sana, that didn't particularly interest him. Hugh never really cared for a conversation about 'how big it was down there' with a halfling or anyone for that matter. "Yeah, okay Ellis." He said, seemingly shrugging it all off as he started to brush his horse. "When do we leave?" He gave a tired sigh, wishing a little for a nap. He hadn't the patience for any time wasting.

[User]
"Sana! It's Sana!!!"Sana barked before her hand came to her temples and rubbed slightly. "Ugh, I give up," she muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest. Perking her brow as her hand dropped she looked over towards Vivian. "Oh for the love of the gods, don't encourage him!" she said quickly before looking at Garrek. "And you... don't eat him!"

 Sana wondered if Das was drunk but eventually just let it go as Das just being Das. At least he had gone back to tent and clothed himself, last thing she wanted to deal with was him refusing clothing; she was sure the group was going to be asking enough questions abut him as it was. She really didn't want to have to explain his nudity on top of it. Maybe she should have just put an arrow through his heart and played it off as a misfire. Wasn't like Ellyn was out of the city yet to throw herself on him as if he was a lost puppy. The very thought made Sana chuckle at first then roar with laughter as she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees. Ellyn throwing herself on Das would have been a sight.

 In the middle of her laughter she heard Ellis wander over to Hugh and herself, still giggling as she turned her head to look at Ellis as he spoke. Her laughter stifled quickly as he inquired about his manhood. Sana coughed, them choked a bit as she looked to him quizzically, her face frozen with brought together furrowed brows, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that. "I... um... Yes?" she said stammering over her words as she straightened herself up.

 "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" she whispered as she stepped closer to Hugh and making sure to be facing away from the rest; resting her hand on his shoulder and trying to peel the look of confusion from her features. Taking a deep breath as Hugh asked her about Das, she shrugged lightly. "We've crossed paths before, nothing much to tell really. I mostly kept quiet and Das is well... Das," she said waiving her hand slightly in his general direction.

 Looking up she shook her head slightly. "We need rest, food, relaxation. I am not leaving until I have had all three. I haven't slept other than a couple of hours in the wagon in days and I was just on a sacrifice table," she said quickly to to his question to Ellis. "And you need rest as well, look at your hands," she said as she took them in hers. The water had washed away the blood but she could still see the damage that was done to them from the fight.

 Stepping away she grabbed Hughs fur and tossed it to him before grabbing her bag. "Please hold this up for me," she asked as she pulled some clean clothes from her pack that were tied in a bundle. "I really don't want to sleep in wet leather. Or should I just parade around like Das?" she asked in a teasing fashion.