[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: As impeccable as ever.

Personality:
A surprisingly upbeat individual, given her day-to-day life, Felicia's days are spent with great optimism for the next big payday, allowing her to retire early with no monetary worries for the rest of her life. Said optimism is also tinged with massive gullibility, however, as the wares she carries aren't quite on the level of "rediscovered artefact of old" that peddlers tend to claim, this tends to lead to accusations of fraud when that "Legendary Holy Sword of Shininess +3" turned out to be nothing more than a polished short-sword with a sun sticker slapped onto the base.

Of course, while fraud is not her intention... profit's a profit, and since refunds are a massive hassle, she's taken to changing her name so thoroughly that no one could possibly recognise her, as well as move from town to town with what little wares she currently has. Any wealth she accumulates tends to be lost immediately on life's most important commodities - the upkeep of her snazzy outfit, and... that's about it. Food isn't necessary for daily life, after all.

Abilities:

* Felicia can spot priceless treasure shoddy knock-offs amongst a pile of shoddy knock-offs priceless treasure, with her honed Merchant's Eye.
* Given her lack of food budget, Felicia has learned to last long periods of time without succumbing to hunger.
* As she is often alone on the road, she has also learned the useful skill of poking things with her umbrella. It kind of hurts a lot.

Notable Equipment, Traits, etc;:
Equipment-wise, Felicia does not have much beyond what she wears. The umbrella is the closest thing she has to a weapon, and the main function for that thing is to enhance her image.

History:
Felicia's family history dates back centuries, each and every family member a highly... er... well, they were merchants. Good merchants? Well, that depends on one's viewpoint - is it 'good' to accrue so much debt paying it off would forever imbalance the country's economy? Twice?
Well, ignoring that, Felicia herself has been... well, her family's version of successful, in that she has actually made some profit in her life. She just has problems for other, sale-related reasons. For a long time, Felicia has been skipping towns, selling crap - unintentionally, but still - and focusing more on immediate appearance than anything long-term. Really, it's a miracle she hasn't run out of names to use and luck to rely on.

[User]
Over the past few months, Smith had been aimlessly wandering across the lands searching for a town. Of course, all she found were farms and bandits. Though, a few weeks ago, she had gotten directions to Lerot from some disgusting old fool. She thanked the man by only stealing his sword, and leaving the rest of his possessions in place.

She did eventually reach Lerot, convincing a nice young man to let her stay at his house for a few days, which may or may not have included threatening to steal away his wife. Of course, Smith couldn't resist secretly having her way with the man's wife at least once. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

Well, once Smith had done enough dicking around, she left the couple to their own devices, and headed down to the adventurer's guild.

Smith made her way through the hustle and bustle of Lerot, eventually finding the building she was looking for. Before she could make her way to the door, she was forced to stop by some sort of an egotistical moron, who was yelling about his "grand entrance" as he charged through the guild's doors.

"I didn't think humans could be this stupid." She muttered to herself as her hand found its way to her forehead. Her right hand eventually gave up it's place on Smith's face, resigning itself to the handle of the sword that hung from her waist. The demon returned her focus to the adventurer's guild, which she walked through the doors of as she began to notice the strange, yet ever so familiar looks, of the people around her.

It was pretty obvious to tell that Smith had some sort of connection to demons, given the horns on her head, so the reaction of some of these morons was expected. Some of the fools started to raise their weapons, but many more fools had something else raised. How could a bunch of fools resist a charming young succubus, anyway?

Smith paid them no heed, and moved towards the receptionist.

"Ca...Can I help you with something, miss?"

"I would like to register as an adventurer." The receptionist's face took on a look that was somewhere inbetween suprise and relief for a second before reverting to her previous calm expression.

"Oh, alright. Here, please fill out this paperwork and return it to me, and we will have your guild card soon after." Smith was handed a pile of papers, as well as ink and a quill pen. Smith took the pile to a nearby table, which happened to be next to where the idiot who slammed open the guild doors was sitting. The idiot had seemed to gather a reasonable crowd, which included a catboy, a walking green bean, and a rather cute looking girl. Smith hadn't had any fun in at least 8 hours, and this girl seemed like a nice catch, so Smith decided to go after her. The problem was the 3 amigos next to her.

The 4 of them seemed to be talking about partying up. This was good, Smith could ask to join in as well, but then she would be in a party with a bunch of dicks. She was left no choice but to steal away the cute girl. Smith, from her seat at the table, turned towards the girl, leaned forward slightly, and spoke as if she was the embodiment of friendship.

"Hey, I'm probably going to be needing a few party members, and you seem pretty capable. Why don't you party with me instead?" She kept her focus pointed at the girl, completely ignoring the triad of meat-heads around her.

[Assistant]
Ah, good, a customer so soon. Always an excellent forecast for the day's profits! Felicia flashed her most charming smile at the young lady gracing her... well, 'shop' may be too generous a word, but regardless, the honest merchant welcomed her happily.
Unfortunately, this customer did not seem happy with one of the items on sale. The girl regarded an artefact with sheer disapproval, and had somehow mistaken it for a lump of charcoal. Sadly, this was not an uncommon occurrence.

"I assure you, madam, this is no mere charcoal on a string," Felicia spoke with confidence, lightly gripping the dangling artefact, "granted, the appearance would say otherwise, but I have it on very good authority that this is actually a device used to manipulate time."

Felicia was a firm believer in not doubting the words of all of her business partners. How were you supposed to make any sales if you nitpicked one or two details about the item in question? The finely-dressed seller could accept that such a rare and powerful treasure was unlikely to end up in the possession of a shopless trader... but who would go to the effort of lying about it in the first place?

"From what I have been told, each swing of the Chrono Pendulum advances time by one second," Felicia advised, "as such, it may be wise not to swing it around carelessly. I heard that if the Strand of Time were to break, bad things could happen."

The strand, of course, being the perfectly normal string that was cursed to support the useless charcoal for all eternity.

"Of course, after you buy it, whatever you wish to use it for is entirely not my business!" Felicia chirped, all too ready to make a sale.

[User]
Maria stared blankly at the merchant girl who was trying to pitch what was, once more, literally a lump of coal on a string. As some kind of time manipulating pendulum. That... was not how anything worked. At all. Oh, she could buy that a magical artifact could seem unimpressive, but this was just ridiculous. 'Advancing time by one second'? 'Something bad would happen if the string were to break'? That was one of the most nonsense things she had ever heard. Who even did this? What kind of desperate con artist woke up one morning and thought this was a great plan?

She swung it back and fourth, faster then the seconds past, staring blankly at the tophat-wearing girl. She had a feeling that wasn't going to prove anything, though.

And so, instead of attempting to display how stupid what the girl said was with that method, she carefully took the charcoal, untied the string(it was barely even tied at all, it was like a four-year-old had done it) and laid both pieces of the... 'pendulum' down.

"It's a lump of charcoal and some string. You are trying to sell a lump of charcoal and some string."

[Assistant]
Koji held up his left hand as someone came up next to him out shouted in his face, his attempts to complete the documentation after reading it over temporarily stifled by such a loud noise. With a dramatic stroke to finish his signature, Koji placed the pen and ink to the side before turning to the girl, bringing his right hand in front of his face with a pose as he looked at her. Good, good! Even before he was bound to this place, people were already seeking his aid!

"Haha, so it begins! Very well! I sh-" he began to say before being interrupted by a animal-eared boy around his own age. Okay. Well. That was rude. But more people meant that people were already flocking to him! Yes! Success!

"Ahem. As I was saying, I sh-"

This time, a rather large green-haired man came to interrupt him. Gods damn it all, did these people have NO way of reading the mood? Not that he as complaining about the rather spontaneous formation of the party, but still!

"...Anyways... I s-"

And before he could get the next set of words out his mouth, the young archer was interrupted once more, this time by a woman with horbns who seemed to be trying to steal away the first person to request his help. In front him, no less!

"...Okay. Fine. Guess I'm doing this the hard way. You, who insulted my skill with my weapons: gaze in awe! And you, creature of the night who tries to spirit away those who seek my aid: let this be a warning to you!"

Very clearly irate at this point, Koji stood up and, in one swift motion, pulled out a few small coins and tossed them into the air, high above the (probably demonic) girl trying to pull the one with the squirrel away. Drawing his bows and spinning them theatrically for good measure, Koji shot each of the coins out of the air, the bolts eventually colliding with one another to land headfirst onto the ground right behind the two in question, the coins falling on top of their heads. With a wide smile and his confidence regained, Koji struck a pose and shouted with renewed vigor.

"Sear this moment into your memory, for I have given you ample warning! If you wish to be so rude in front of one such as me, then be sure to have a good reason for doing so!"

While he seemed to be confident as could be, however, Koji was shaking a bit inside. Those last shots were one in a million, and the recoil from the guns made his shots land perfectly like that. Everything ended up going perfectly right, which meant that if he was going to boast again, he'd probably have to try for... A bigger target. Hopefully.

[User]
Allisa was humming a cheerful little tune as she walked along a path. The day had been good so far. She had a nice rabbit seasoned with herbs and other plants for breakfast, and she had completed a kill quest for a troublesome animal that had been killing livestock. Now she was on her way to the Adventurers' Guild to claim her reward. As she walked, she wondered what she would spend her money on. Probably more arrows, to be honest. She felt like she was running low on them. She really wanted to save up for that bow she had been eyeing in one of the weapon shops too.

As Allisa walked up to the entrance to the Adventurers' Guild, she noticed a small shop set up nearby. There was a person wearing a rather impressive outfit, who appeared to be the shopkeeper, and there was already another adventurer checking out the goods. Curious, Allisa walked over to the table to see what was for sale. "What's going on here?" Allisa asked as she examined the wares. The items for sale, however, were... not very appealing to the eye. If Allisa didn't know any better, she'd think that it was just a pile of trash and knick-knacks. The other adventurer was calling it just that as well and was attempting to prove it as well, messing around with a string and a piece of charcoal.

Still, Allisa chose to give the poor shopkeeper the benefit of the doubt. "Now now, let's not be so quick to judge. Maybe there really is some good stuff here, like... uh..." Allisa said as she continued scanning the items for anything of value. Her gaze soon landed upon a knife, and she reached over to pick it up. "Like this knife!" Allisa said, holding it up, then swung it around a couple times. The blade, however, soon separated itself into two pieces, the tip flying off into space. Allisa looked at the now-clearly broken blade, noting the remnants of what looked like honey or tree sap on the inside of the blade to try to make it look like it was never broken. Allisa blinked a few times, still staring silently at the broken knife in her hand.

[Assistant]
Felicia's face was rather neutral as the smaller girl untied the string from the supposed charcoal, betraying no emotion or reaction. Sadly, having her goods damaged like this wasn't a new phenomenon either, and it was never fun trying to recoup the costs. Why did people have to be so destructive in their desire to be right...? It was quite a shame.

Another customer had arrived, and Felicia gave the young woman a welcoming smile, not wishing to put her off with an argument, "Oh nothing big. Please, don't worry yourself!"

At least this customer was a lot more understanding, and understood the value of her goods. She picked out a knife in her small collection, swinging it in the air. Felicia raised a hand cautiously, "ah, careful, that weapon ha-"

Her explanation was cut short by the weapon in question displaying its unique ability. With the broken top half gone from view, the merchant let out a slow, heavy sigh.

"...has the ability of long-range battle capability," Felicia finished, raising the tip of her hat to wipe at her brow, frowning slightly. Well, it had been unintentional in the second customer's case, but she was still two relics down with no pay. How was she supposed to make a living like this?

"I apologise, but I will have to request reparations, due to the damage to my stock," she informed the two women, "up front, preferably, but I can arrange a contract if you need to pay in increments."


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Noel tends to carry a very blasé attitude about life and is easily bored. She is, as a whole, honest and straightforward, but that's mostly because she speaks without a filter. Noel can play the polite game, but it's generally reserved for work and when she wants something.

Whatever else you want to add: Noel works as waitress at a diner themed restaurant and hates it. She has dreams of becoming a veterinarian because she enjoys interacting with animals far more than people, however, that requires money she doesn't have because she spent too many years chasing a fruitless music career.

[User]
The southern drawl of a heartbroken gentleman finding his solace in trackers and alcohol echoed tortuously through the head of a blindfolded young woman, sitting in the back of a taxicab, recovering from an equally boozy destiny the night before. The girl's distaste for songs about pick'em up trucks and moonshine could only be matched by her hatred of long car rides on broken roads.

Such road trips had given her trouble since she was little by bestowing the lovely feeling of nausea to creep into the pit of her stomach, as if just a hangover wasn't bad enough. It honestly felt like the driver was trying to hit every pothole and crack in the road, and the whole not being able to see thing wasn't helping. If one were to ask this particular young lady, blindfolds should be kept exclusively for bedroom use.

The flight, on the other hand, to...well, where ever she ended up was smooth enough to let her get a few more hours of sleep in. However, every waking moment after that had been full of nothing but strange smells, loud noises, and gosling motions. All in all, this trip so far had been hell in a hand basket. A big, ugly, yellow hand basket.

Finally, the car cruised to a stop and the music, if you can call it that, ceased. As she let out a sweet sigh of relief, the blindfolded female felt the cool rush of fresh air waft over her, for the first time in what felt like hours, as the driver opened her door. Outstretching her arms, the disoriented passenger managed to find her way out the car safely before a hand on her should guided her into a building with an alarming loud, metal door. With a loud clank, the door closed, and the girl's vision burned from the cheap artificial lighting.

Before her stood a rather eccentric looking man who greeted her with a warm smile. The young female tried her best to curve her red painted lips and return the gesture. Examining the room made her feel as if she had stepped into an old TV sitcom. Her inspection was momentarily interrupted by the sound of a door clicking, and it was then that she noticed her country loving driver had vanished without a word.

"Why, hello, there! You must be Noel!" The sound of a voice broke the girl from her thoughts and she nodded, trying to retain her strained smile. Why on earth did she agree to this? She called off of work with a fake illness to try something high tech and exciting, yet this place looked rather outdated and just plain disappointing. Ultimately, however, she decided it didn't really matter anyway. A day off of work is a day off of work. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Several of the other winners have already arrived. Come this way and you can meet them. We also have snacks and coffee that you are welcome to."

Noel liked the sound of that. Coffee would be the perfect 'pick me up.'Following Doc Brown's long lost cousin, Noel entered the back room with three other "winners," two of which had mouth fulls of the probably poisoned, but delicious, cookies.

"Make yourself at home," he encouraged on his way out, closing and locking the door behind him.

Scanning the crowd, Noel pursed her lips and lifted her hand, giving everyone a small awkward wave before pouring herself a cup of coffee and seating herself in a chair at the table in center of the room.

[Assistant]
Alexander didn't like it, this whole blindfold thing. However, perhaps it was necessary to keep whatever they wanted to keep secret a secret. After all, Virtual Reality was something quite fascinating, and something that only existed in the realm of science fiction, at least until now. Honestly, Alexander was excited. He couldn't wait to try out whatever it was.

Then he felt the car stop moving, and Alexander shifted his focus back to reality. That was enough imagination for now, Alexander thought as he heard the car doors open, one near the front of him and the other next to him. That most likely meant to the driver was opening the doors. He turned toward the door and awkwardly made his way out of the car. "Where are we?" Alexander asked as he stood up. "No questions yet, just keep moving," said a man, probably his driver. Seemed like he didn't want to talk yet, so Alexander let it pass.

After being guided to somewhere, he heard a door shut behind him, and his blindfold was finally being taken off. Alexander opened his eyes, and squinted in pain as his eyes adjusted to the light. Being blindfolded was not exactly fun. After the light no longer blinded him, he noticed the man standing in front of him.

"Hello, hello!" the man said. "You must be Alexander." Alexander merely said, "Yeah," in response. "Wonderful!" the man said cheerfully, then continued with, "There are already quite a few people who arrived ahead of you. Feel free to mingle, have some cookies and coffee, you know." With that said, the man opened a door, and Alexander stepped though. The door then closed behind him with an evident lock sound.

The place was, well, not what he expected. He expected... well, he didn't really know what to expect, but he felt it there should have been a little... more. He looked at the others who had arrived, and immediately noted that they all looked older than him. That probably meant he was the youngest. Alexander would have gone for some cookies, but it seemed like some people already hogged quite a bit of them for themselves. As for the coffee, well, Alexander never did like coffee. And Alexander wasn't the kind of guy to mingle, so he found a place to sit down and wait for the main event to begin.

[User]
The very short period of time between the scientist leaving Gerald and Chester and the time of Kimi's arrival created a particular void of stimulation for the two men. Similarly to a toddler, this was far too long for them to handle without getting into trouble. As was their usual fashion, they quickly filled that vacuum with entertainment of their own creation. However, instead of taking that precious time to investigate their unfamiliar and possibly threatening surroundings, or maybe attempt to eavesdrop on those who had locked them in this room, they turned to a significantly less productive way of spending their time: finding out who could consume more of the probably-drugged cookies before the remaining winners arrived.

"Dang, these cookies are pretty damn good." Chester mumbled between bites, causing crumbs to cascade to the floor, like the Keebler factory's rendition of Niagara Falls.

"Yeah." Gerald agreed, but glanced down at the half-eaten and lumpy-looking chocolate chip concoction in his hand, "But in retrospect, they're probably full of something horrible….or at least made in a kitchen not approved by the FDA."

This thought caused Chester to pause momentarily. He eyed one of the baked confections scrupulously, turning it over in his fingers like a banker examines bills for counterfeits. All the while he wore the expression of a philosopher deep in complex thought. "Yeah, probably." He mused, then shoved another in his mouth. "I've had worse."

"You're still eating those?"

Ches's shoulders rolled into a shrug. "Sure, why not?" He raised his hand to his mouth to consume another of the baked goods, when an idea managed to trudge across the barren wasteland that was his mind. A wry smile slowly tugged at his lips and his eyes narrowed into knowing slits. "Hey, I'll bet I can eat more of these at once than you can."

A challenge from Chester? Now this was something Gerald could not walk away from. No matter how silly, he was compelled to prove himself better in any possible way than his companion. "You'd be wasting your time." he assured him, "You and I both know I'd beat you hands down. Remember that pie-eating contest? I was a shoo-in winner!"

"Come on, put your money where your mouth is, Gerald. I know that shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing how it takes up most of your face."

"Oh-ho, you're on, son!" And thus the challenge was officially accepted. No turning back now without being labeled a coward. This was serious business, and there could only be one victor.

The two men instinctively lunged for the plate of cookies after the front lobby door slammed, the proverbial gunshot to mark the start of their contest for honor and glory. Oatmeal, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and white chocolate macadamia nut – no flavor was spared the wholesale slaughter. It was like a scene from a massacre, with crumbs and cookie fillings flying wildly from the plate, silhouetted briefly in the harsh yellow light from the overhead fluorescents.

Only a few moments into the fray, Gerald had overstepped his rights as a mere contestant and declared himself the winner, grabbing the plate and what remained of the cookies. "There. I win. All these are mine now."

Ches grabbed at the plate, pushing a cookie that was already dancing on the edge of being on the floor to its dirty linoleum demise. "Hey no, I haven't had anything decent to eat in the past week! We both won this trip, and I am going to take advantage of every minute of it. I might not get the chance to eat like this again."

"Well, that's your own fault."

"No, you make more than I do!"

"We have the same job, idiot." This was true. Both knuckleheads worked as mechanics at a small auto repair shop. How either of them are trusted with heavy equipment, corrosives, and toxic chemicals is one of the great unanswered questions of life.

"Yeah, but you make more. The boss likes you better."

"Well maybe because I'm not a whiny little—" Fortunately for any younger readers, Gerald's scathing comeback was cut short by the creaking of the big metal door as it parted to usher in the newest arrival: a young woman not yet in her 20's. Poor girl. Heaven help her, being stuck with in a locked room with the present company.

Chester was the first to look up after hearing his name mentioned by the bed-headed scientist. "Oh, hello!" he exclaimed without missing a beat. It was surprising how competent the man could be in select social situations—very select, mind you.

"What is this all about?" Chester repeated the woman's question, almost in a condescending tone, "Didn't you read the letter? We've been selected to test out some fantastic new technology and be transported to whole new worlds without leaving the comfort of this island! Pretty sweet, huh?"

It wasn't long before other participants were ushered into the same room, both silently taking their seats. Gerald stood silently in the back of the room, leaning on the countertop and surveying the newcomers. Chester began exercising his natural extroversion and practically skipped about the room introducing himself.

[Assistant]
It wasn't long after Noel slipped into her coffee bliss that another person entered the room. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows to him in acknowledgement of his presence. Shortly after he took a seat, Noel noticed the two men by the cookies had shifted their focus from the snacks to the rest of the people in the room.

One stayed back while the taller man came by to introduce himself. Noel's maroon lips stretched out into pained smile in response to his friendly introduction.

"Hey," the brunette replied in her low, throaty voice. She reached out and shook his hand while sipping her coffee with the other. "The name's Noel. It's a pleasure." Her raised brows and slight smile gave way to her amusement as she watched him bounce around the room.

While the man who identified himself as Chester visually seemed a little older than her, Noel found his personality to be similar to that of her younger brother. Leaning back in her chair, she ran her fingers through her dark hair in amazement. The girl's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on him while he continued to make his rounds. It reminded her that she should go visit her hometown once this is over...Or maybe not. Her brother was kind of a little shit.

Stretching, Noel stood up and made her way over to what was left of the cookies. Snickering was all she could do when she saw the state of the area. Crumbs littered the floor. And the table. And the men who had seemed to be the cause. If the potential of drugs wasn't deterrent enough to not eat the cookies, the crumbs sprinkled across them that probably flew from the men's mouths were. Despite the risks and the abysmal state of their appearance, she carefully slipped something sprinkled out from the bottom of the pile and hoped it had been spared from their manhandling.

Instead of eating the cookie, the brunette examined it carefully. It appeared to be just a plain sugar cookie. Odd shape, but nothing threatening about the color, texture, or smell. Cautiously, she broke it in half, letting a few more crumbs fall to the floor. With a smirk, she made her way to the young, dark haired boy with glasses.

"Here." Noel said, handing one half to the quiet observer. "We've come this far, why not take the plunge?" She leaned against the adjacent wooden table and shoved her half into her mouth. She didn't really want to take the risk on her own, so she dragged this poor boy into it too. She was hungry, hungover, and he came in after her, so she felt like she had the strongest connection with him. The treat was surprisingly good for something possibly poisonous.

After everyone finished their introductions she decided to keep the conversation going. "So, she started as she brushed crumbs off her skirt with both hands. "How was everybody else's ride here? Mine was hell."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User]
That morning, was rather cheerful for Kili and Fili. As the pair seemed to enjoy the banter, they had with their God-mother. Each of the Dwarfs and Gandalf had a Pony, there was a spare pony for Bilbo...if had decided to come. a Few members, including Kili had been hopeful that the hobbit would change his mind. And he had.

Kili just grinned, when he heard Bilbo. "I knew, he'd come with us." he said with a smile. He then noticed the look his God-mother gave him. He looked as innocent as he could.

Balin smiled down at Bilbo. "Welcome Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Okeanshield." he said. Thorin was surprised, that the Hobbit had changed his mind...he slightly rose an eyebrow down at the Hobbit...before he glanced over at his Nephew, whom tried to act as innocent as possible.

"Maybe...I did...maybe I didn't." Kili retorted smartly. "Besides, me and Fili are loveable...I knew Bilbo would miss us two eventually." he smiled.

[Assistant]
Dwalin scoffed a bit from where he'd overheard the two. "Didn't? You bet more than half your coin, lad. Lost it, too." The burlier dwarf had no faith in the too-skittish hobbit. Bilbo had turned their offer down, he would not come. Most had bet against him, and for a good reason, in his opinion. However, when the Hobbit did turn up, Dwalin was surprised. How could he be so foolish?

Saeril listened to Dwalin, and thought back on the wages. It sounded fair, nor was the concept itself greedy, but if she figured that if Kili wagered big, who knows what she might say? It was pure amusement as she listened and watched. "So, if I say that if we make it to the mountain alive, you would owe me?", she butted in, teasing the youngest.

The she-elf heartedly chuckled, in a soft way. She was enjoying her time so far. She was wrong to hide from them. She liked dwarves, but it varied. Those who can make her laugh or smile, are easily those she would see as friends, but others? Only Mahal will tell...

[User]
Kili rose an eyebrow, as he heard Dwalin. "What were you saying, about me loosing?" he asked, looking rather Smug. He had won the bet. Well so did his brother, Fili along with Balin, and a numerous number of Dwarves.

Bilbo rose a slight eyebrow, as he heard Kili. He just shook his head. God help him, if he could survive with the Dwarves. But he smiled a little. He climbed up onto the pony, that was meant for him...it took him a while to climb on there...but he managed to get on. Before holding onto the reigns, as his pony marched along with the others.

Kili gasped, as he heard his god-mother. Pretending to look shocked. "You wouldn't dare, make a bet with one of your God-sons?" he teased her, but he smirked playfully. "Mhh, I might have to think about that one." he said, with his lips pursed. Pretending to look deep in thought.

[Assistant]
Saeril heard the youngest's responding retort, and she couldn't help but smile playfully back at him, and chuckle good-heartedly. Even Fili snickered at the response from next to his little brother's horse.

The walk was long, but the she-elf didn't complain. Saeril's biology was beyond that of humans and dwarves, so moving by foot was no problem. Not a single ache came for her feet, but she was pretty certain that the ponies can't walk forever, which also became one of the reasons they had to stop and camp for the following night.

That night, Saeril let her cloak transform into her feathered wings, tucked in behind her as she sat with her godsons near the fire. Only being dressed in her black, tight, catsuit-like outfit with feathers embedded in the fabric, Saeril wasn't cold, and she certainly wasn't tired; not with her godsons still awake; she could stay awake for the longest of periods.

Saeril was enjoying the company of her new family, and she certainly felt herself grow close to the young heir. She hoped that Fili didn't mind, but of course, the she-elf will accept them both, and she would have to. Good laughs they had, good stories to tell. It was purely familial. Saeril was about to reach behind her waist for one of her curved blades to sharpen it, but froze once a loud shriek sounded in the distance. It can't be, can it?


[System]
Age: 25

 Gender: Female

 Race: Naga (attempting to transition to another race through magical means)

 Class: Artificer

 Personality: Fieri Angharad is haughty and opinionated, and almost religiously believes in the superiority of magic over all other things. Fieri Angharad has spent decades working in a secluded university, away from all humanoid contact, and is exactly as desperate for affection as that implies. Beneath a thick veneer of contempt, Fieri Angharad is close to a child in terms of practical experience and romance. For some odd reason, Fieri "Diamond-Tail" Angharad insists that everyone refers to her by her full name, nickname and all. Thanks to a hostile environment outside of her birthplace and an inability to cope with it, Fieri is ashamed of her current state of being, and is seeking to change it as soon as possible. Due to this, Fieri gets flustered if her most prominent physical traits are exposed or accentuated.

 Fieri was born in the bustling town of Cartus Magnum, located in the western portion of the nation of Ithillin. Fieri's parents found work as porters and washerwomen in the prestigious university that largely encompassed the town's workings. Cartus Magnum University was a mage's college dedicated to teaching practical magic and hard sciences, and held a stable of fantastic teachers to facilitate this. People from across the continent came to the town almost exclusively to either work for or study in the university, and Fieri's family was no exception. Fieri's father was, rather controversially, a tenured Senior Wrangler, who very narrowly avoided being fired for an ill-advised fling with Fieri's mother, a migrant washerwoman. Unfortunately for both Fieri and her father, Fieri's mother abandoned the both of them almost as soon as she was born, moving on without even a word of warning. With no knowledge of how to raise a child and no wife to do it for him, Fieri's father did what he always did: let the university handle it. And so, Fieri's upbringing was brought entirely into the hands of the university's servants, professors, and students.

 Fieri spent almost the entirety of her life within the confines of the university. Educating the young Fieri was a pet project of most of the university's faculty, who found an unceasing audience in the cheerful naga. As Fieri grew, so did her wealth of knowledge. Mathematics, philosophy, theology, herbology, and artificing all opened their gates to Fieri. Thanks to her father's extensive connections with the university and Fieri's minor status as a staple of the university's live-in entertainment, Fieri was afforded the faculty's level best in education, for no charge-- after all, any money taken in for her education would go right back to her father.

 At the tender age of 18, a startling idea crossed Fieri-- she could be learning to have a job! Startled and mesmerized at the prospect of having to work to earn her daily bread, Fieri nervously opted to follow a career in artificing-- utilizing advanced magic to enchant mundane objects into powerful tools. The idea of making her job trivially easy without even needing to expend too much mana was immensely appealing to Fieri, and she threw herself into her studies with gusto. Fieri studied like a madwoman, egged on by her father, and very nearly graduated at the top of her class at the age of 24. With her magical potential unlocked through rigorous training and studying, and a bevy of spells and enchanted objects at her belt, Fieri... promptly attempted to return to her life of lazing about the university and looking smugly at the students. It was at that point that her father gently but firmly encouraged her to go find a job elsewhere, and politely informed her that, if she continued to stay at the university, she would be arrested and convicted for vagrancy. With no small amount of bitterness, Fieri moved out of the university, and set off into the world. Fieri now wanders aimlessly, searching for odd jobs and helpful servants.

 Equipment: Fieri Angharad is equipped with a variety of self-made magical tools. The weapons underneath are poor-quality, but the enchantments on them are made with love. Fieri's arsenal is as follows.
* Staff of the Diamond-Tail: a university-provided magical focus, that allows Fieri to store and release large amounts of mana. In effect, it is a battery, for intensive magical works. Thanks to the wonderful efforts of the university's engineers, this staff is also capable of drawing mana from ambient sources. In broad daylight or in the light of a full moon, the Staff of the Diamond-Tail regenerates mana very slowly. The staff is also quite sturdy and hurts to be hit with. It is currently filled with several days' worth of stored mana.
* Knife of Lacerations: A standard household bread knife, enchanted to unleash a blast of concussive force exactly the size of its blade on impact. It's useful against unarmored, unexpecting targets, but nearly worthless against armor.
* Bag of Holding: Fieri's thesis project. This is a simple leather satchel, enchanted to magically shrink down anything placed within it. Even thought it is about the size of a traveller's pack, its carrying capacity is about the size of a shipping crate.
* Mana Battery Kit: The mainstay of Fieri's repertoire, this is one of the only things that cannot be made by an artificer. With this advanced piece of magitechnology, one can handily replicate the effects of the university's staffs in a smaller and less powerful form. The kit takes any stone, metal nugget, or gemstone and fills it with mana. These mana-filled minerals can then be inserted into an artificed object to make them usable for non-mages. The more valuable and conductive the material used, the more mana the resulting battery can contain.

 Abilities: Fieri's magical powers are based around utilizing mana in its raw and pure form. These abilities are relatively expensive to use mana-wise, but can also draw from her staff's reserves.
* Mana Bolt: Fieri is capable of projecting a bolt of pure mana at her opponent. The bolt is relatively effective against uncovered flesh, and causes moderate to severe burns on contact. Against large amounts of mana, the bolt reacts violently and explosively.
* Miasma: Fieri is capable of venting large amounts of vaporized mana into the surrounding area at once. The mana, while not strictly toxic, is almost unbearably hot and temporarily interferes with any sources of magic. Prolonged exposure to Miasma results in severe nausea and disorientation. Fieri is not immune to the Miasma's effects.
* Artifice: The gross sum of Fieri's life and Fieri's true calling, this is what Fieri is best at. With a generous amount of mana, a targeted object, and some imagination, Fieri can enchant anything. The more valuable the object is, the easier it is to enchant. It takes half an hour to a day of concentrated work for an Artificing to be completed, and the resulting object must be charged with mana to function properly. What Fieri can enchant is limited only by her scientific knowledge and imagination-- if she can logically conceive of a way to make a ring capable of teleporting its wearer, Fieri can enchant one to do it. Researching and developing new enchantments takes time, mana, and plenty of test subjects. A list of enchantments Fieri currently knows follows.

	+ Emit Force/Absorb Force: Phenomenally simple, this enchantment is designed around converting mana into directed kinetic energy, either to work against incoming blows or amplify them.
	+ Emit/Absorb Heat: Exactly as simple, this enchantment is designed around emitting large amounts of heat or absorbing large amounts of it. With some more sophisticated supplementary enchantments, the weapon appears to emit flames or bolts of frost from it, though the effects are the same.
	+ Discharge/Absorb Mana: This enchantment is explicitly required on every Cartus Magnum Artificer's products, for safety reasons. Upon being discharged, the enchanted object immediately releases all stored mana in a single blast that, at higher levels, overloads other magical items and causes extreme burns. Upon its Absorb function being activated, the object briefly draws from any source of mana directly connected to it.
	+ Feather/Burden: A simple and efficient enchantment, used widely across the continent. When active, the enchantment actively lifts itself (or pushes itself down), making carrying heavy objects significantly easier. In most cases, Feather is attached to armor.
	+ Grow/Shrink: A strange branch of enchantment explored by few, the effects of these enchantments are directly tied to the current size of the object affecting it. When activated, anything touching the enchantment will be either shrunken or grown to a predetermined level. At the same time, both its volume and mass change, allowing for even heavy objects to be carried with ease.

[User] "I... am not a miss!" Cristine sat up to slap Al away. Her other arm, the one that had actually made contact with his, ended up in a mangled mess. It wasn't enough to be truly crippling, but still enough to be quite disgusting to look at. In other words, it was pain Sergeant Wykes was used to. The knight struggled as she attempted to stand up on her broken arm in her drunken state. "I" she hiccuped "I work for a living!"

[Assistant]
Leander was expecting the worst when more people showed up, and got the worst when the drunks and the arrogant started having a strength comparison contest. Leander really had to question the wisdom of expecting mercenaries to behave and work together, even if under the lure of untold riches at the end of the task. While this was all going on, though, Leander was coming up with suitable responses for Sophia.

"Honestly, I fail to see the wisdom behind actions such as these," Leander said, gesturing to Al and Cristine. "As for my talents, however," Leander began, turning to Sophia and taking out his staff, which was covered in runes from top to bottom. "They rely on more than just brute force, which is exactly what these drunken fools have." Leander then channeled a bit of mana into his staff, causing a small glow of light in the blue crystal to appear for a moment before disappearing again. "Trust me, you'll want more than sheer muscle for this mission of yours."

[User]
Liliane had been sitting alone at one of the tables for many hours. Apparently, finding a group of people to go adventuring with was difficult (especially since Liliane never asked anyone). While she didn't drink a single drop of alcohol, she had eaten multiple saucers of various tree nuts. She silently moped to herself.

Though, that moping quickly ended once a not-shady woman aggressively declared that all those who wanted to go into the Prison-Castle would go with her. Liliane had wanted to go to the Prison-Castle for the longest time (in fact, she wanted to go to almost every single not fully unexplored dungeon in Velt), but she never could because the rumored giant-rats were her perfect counter (just like almost every kind of enemy in a dungeon).

Liliane deposited the nuts from the saucer into her hand and stood up. "I'll join you in your adventure!" Liliane yelled out loud. After yelling, Liliane had realized that her table was rather a ways off from the Paladin and the rowdy group of people already near her.

[Assistant]
"A-aww. That looks like it stings. I'm sorry, Miss; I think I overdid it." Al frowned, grabbing the knight's good hand to help her to her feet.
"I'll get back to you on the job offer in a minute." Al said to the paladin.
"And as for you, Miss, you should at least let me get you to a doctor. This is kinda my fault, after all." he said, scratching the back of his head.

[User]
Well nevermind! Lady Tanya's dramatic outburst had summoned all manner of cheerful reprobates! In fact, from his position at the bar, Marc was able to witness two spirited competitors promptly demolish the table he had been sitting at only five minutes prior! Of course, he also had to listen to the innkeeper grumbling about yet another broken table, but that was beside the point. He clapped quite loudly. "Good show!" Oh, Lady Tanya was going to slap him for that. "Well done!"

But, now was not the time to tarry! The huge paladin disengaged from the table to greet the warriors that had utterly annihilated the table at which they had sparred. Ignoring the man with the staff for the moment, he spoke to the arm-wrestlers. "Spirited! Very spirited! Wonderful!" He was clearly pleased at the shattering of the table, though he knew later he would be the one to pay reparations to the tavern keeper. But that did not dissuade him! "Do you not agree, Lady Tanya? Though they are truly ruffians, I believe warriors of such merit should accompany us on our quest! What say you?"

[Assistant] The mighty gates of the castle stood imposingly as, at their very base, Fieri Angharad pushed uselessly at them. As ancient as they seemed, the oaken doors were still nearly as sturdy as the day they were hoisted into position. Fieri's fingers clenched around her rod in abject irritation, as she impotently slammed a fist against the doors. With nothing but a mocking shower of wood and paint flakes to mark her failure, Fieri briefly decided to turn back from whence she came. Just as Fieri crossed out from the door's threshold, a cunning idea struck her. This castle must be ancient... just think of all the holes there are! All I have to do is find one big enough to fit me! With an impish grin, Fieri began slithering around the castle's perimeter, searching for handholds and piles of rubble.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User] After a few long moments, Mayt sat down, deciding to just let it stand. Sitting down, he crossed his arms, watching to see what happened next. He was sure he knew why he had been chosen for S class, and he didn't blame either Master Jamie or Damian for it. He raised his voice so that Damian could hear it. "Even if I voiced my problem, I'd still end up being S class." He rolls his shoulders, dropping his voice. "So, I say, game on." He settles in to see what's next, and he glances around for Sasha quickly before looking to Penny, watching if she realizes what he thinks is the actual reason he was promoted.

[Assistant]
Trinity pushed off, after she made contact with the giant ape's head. She spins through the air before landing, shifting her weight and rolling to absorb the ompact. Her new friend got into a bit of a scuffle with the creature, before his body changed again. Some kind of Take Over magic...?

Nope. He transformed to resemble*her*, and pretty accurately. And he called he pretty. "You picked an awful time to flirt with me."

Her attention was quickly diverted to the now angry Vulcan swinging for them. The young man could take care of himself, clearly, so Trinity simply lept back, away from the attack.

Her friend transformed again, this time into an impressive beast. An ancient form, she'd only read about such a creature from her father's library, and only in story. To see one...

The Vulcan was intimidated, which gave her an idea. She altered the shape of her hammer, to that of a wicked scythe and strode up alongside the other magician, running a hand through his fur. She cracks her neck to either side, doing her best to give a look that says "I'm going to destroy you." The Vulcan wisely chose to flee.

Trinity waited for a moment before she relaxed herself. She took a step away and smiled. "Thank you for the help. I'm Trinity, of Minstrel. That's an impressive magic you have there. Oh, ah, hold on." She seems to remember something and looks to the surroundings. "Hey, boy! Come on out." She waits for a moment, and the child from before emerges. "I was wondering if you'd really run off... I'm certain your friends are looking for you, they must be. And you come out here? Ooh, be glad I'm not your mother; you'd have no supper tonight. You'll just have to apologize, do you hear me? Good." She looks to her friend once more, smiling softly. "Let's escort this one back to town, shall we?"

[User]
Sayuri raised an eyebrow as Jamie named two of her new guildmates as S-class mages, 'Hmm... Interesting. Well I'm now a member of the guild I should probably get to know them. Though I should probably wait until Master Jamie is done talking."

She watched the rest of the guild, specifically the two who were promoted. One of which was clearly angry to gain the rank which surprised her. Becoming at least master rank had always been one of her goals and to think that someone didn't want to be recognized as stronger she couldn't understand. shaking her head she continued to watch and nodded back when one of the others looked at her.

[Assistant] "I wouldn't have agreed to you being an S class rank if i didn't think you were a good fit, Mayt. You will see that one day" Master jamie said "for now, let's move it! Time to get everything ready. You want something to eat better make it quick! Jarvis is coming with us!" Jamie said, moving towards the door, to head out.

[User] Angelo finished his soda then he grinned, it was show time. Angelo got up stretched his back before he moved and started to follow master Jamie. Angelo didn't need to be S rank to prove his loyalty and his dedication to saving one of their fellow members and Angelo wont bother master Jamie about being S rank because their was a time and a place for everything and this wasn't one of those times. Angelo would put everything he had into fighting to get that book back and if need be go into his second Zeus armor mode and risk burning if need be if it meant their brother or sister would come back to the guild safe and sound "alright everyone, lets show the council why phoenix wing is the best!!" Angelo said grinning widely ready for a fight.....

[Assistant] Lazarus had been there for the gathering. He wasn't picked for S class. Although secretly disappointed, he didn't need the title. None of that mattered. All that mattered right now was the task at hand and the constant battle inside his head. There would come a point on this mission where he would had to reveal his secret. Sasha and the Master knew. But it wasn't something to be shared with the guild. At least... not yet. However, it seemed as though there would come a point soon where he had no choice. The issue concerning Wes literally was a matter of life and death. He opened his jacket and folded his arms. "Here we go." He grunted and grinned at the same time. "Phoenix wing. Perhaps this was it." He followed the master to the door. "Master. I'm ready. I can use it if necessary. I can control it."

[User]
Karn's ears twitched as his golden eyes glanced toward the woman as she brushed a hand through his thick mane, being a bit taller than her. Still he had a grin on his muzzle as she looked threatenly towards the Vulcan, who soon retreated in terror. With a soft laugh, he transformed into his original human form and stretched out his arms. Before resting his hands behind his blonde head. Looking toward the woman who introduced herself as Trinity, the boy gave a friendly smile.

**"Thanks, yours is pretty cool too! My name is Karn, nice to meetcha Trin."**he chuckled before looking toward the boy curiously. Chuckling as the boy received a scolding.

**"Awe go easy on the kid, kids his age always get into some sort of trouble. Plus, I don't blame him for sticking around to see some nifty magic action."**Karn grinned before nodding in agreement to Trinity at her suggestion to escort the kid back to town.

The transforming wielding mage grinned as he picked up the kid and set him to sit on his shoulders before heading back to the direction they came from.**"You fight pretty well. Are you part of a guild?"**he asked curiously.

[Assistant]
After Maddox sat back down at the table with James, he let out a sigh. "This is what happens when I take a few months to do a job," Maddox joked, chuckling to himself. The red-haired mage fished through his coat pocket quickly, withdrawing another tiny red cube. He gave it a light toss towards James, assuming the man would catch it. "I had a few of these made while I was out. If you find yourself in dire straits, just crush the box in your hand. Think of it like a signal beacon," he explained, before withdrawing another one and holding up. The things were definitely tiny, but at least they weren't so fragile as to accidentally be crushed easily. After examining the one in his hand for a moment, Master Jamie entered the room with an announcement.

Apparently, two of the newer members were promoted to S class. One being Sasha's sister and the other being the fellow that didn't agree with today's mission. "Interesting..." Maddox muttered aloud, bringing a hand to his chin as the other put the red cube away. "Maybe there is more to them than I thought." With that, Maddox stood up from his seat and looked around. It was time to go. Time to get Wes back and confront the Magic Council on their actions. Two birds in one stone. Maddox noticed Lazarus and Sasha ahead, already leaving the hall to get to the train station. "Yo!" he called out to them, to get their attention. Without particularly waiting for them to face him, Maddox tossed two red cubes in their direction before walking toward them himself. "Consider them gifts. Just squish them when you're in an emergency." After having given those two some beacons, Maddox turned and looked over the guild. He only had a handful, so people would perhaps have to share... He thought about it for a moment, trying to figure out how everyone would group up so perhaps they could be given one-per-team. Which would make the second cube he gave Sasha and Lazarus a waste. But now it would be embarrassing to take one back, and possibly offensive. The red-haired mage let out a sigh, before shrugging to himself. "See you guys on the train." And like that, he vanished out of the air.

[User] Mayt closed his eyes for a moment before standing up and heading over to Penny, decided he would prefer to leave with her right now. "Guess we're in the same boat as Damian now." He watches Lazarus and Sasha leaving, and Maddox throwing a pair of red cubes to them. He heard Maddox say to squish them should they find themselves in trouble, and, seeing as he's 'S-Class' now, Mayt doubted he'd ever get one.. He walked with Penny silently for a moment before murmuring to himself, "All for one and three for all." Holding his hands together in front of him, looking almost sad as he walked. "What do you think is going to happen?" He says as he looks up at Penny.


[System]
The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what.

Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front
Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by @Valor
A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by @TwelveOf8
A footnote on Swarm Sentience by @DracoLunaris
Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel
Meanwhile, in the past... by @DepressedSoviet
Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by @Valor
Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by @TwelveOf8
The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by @TwelveOf8
A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.

[User]
"Yay! Go cleaner bot! You rock!" cheered Fiddlesticks. He danced a little jig, without a care in the world. The splashing of the water off his feet coupled with the feeling of wetness sobered his mood very quickly.

The small runnel of water now took up the entire floor of the tunnel. The water was still a couple of centimeters deep though. They still had time.

In those dark tunnels, sonar mapping was a godsend. Without it, Fiddlesticks and the bot would have both been hopelessly lost. No doubt he found it puzzling that a cleaner bot would have sonar mapping installed. But during their ordeal, Fiddlesticks was just thankful that it did. Questions were for times when drowning wasn't a real threat. Even Fiddlesticks knew that. A practical mindset to be sure.

A familiar buzzing was heard from the pipes in the walls and in the ceiling. Pieces of the captains body came flying out. To almost anyone else, that would be both a disgusting and disturbing prospect. When it came to the crew of the Quest for Flavour though, it certainly was not. Their captain was a sentient swarm of bees after all. Much to the relief of the hapless duo, some of the captain bees came to save the day. Much to the disappointment of Fiddlesticks in particular, there were not enough. Only six bees!?

"Hey bees! I'm so glad you're all here! Could you guys help us find a way out!? Things are going to get a lot more wet around here!" asked Fiddlesticks. Words couldn't describe how glad he was that they were there.

"Hey cleaner bot. Do you think we have enough bees to divide them up into three scouting parties?" Fiddlesticks asked the ladybug cleaner bot.

[Assistant]
"And I'm sure you were just the politest and most pleasant bunch when you beat up and stole Hip Kallo's clothes."

The mind was rather confused as to why there appeared to be a gang conflict of some kind revolving around parties on this planet and was currently ruining down the hiveminds list of negotiation tactics, which suggested additional threats/taunting. The Bees were more distressed that this was looking less like a throw a party gig and more of a security detail, which meant that they weren't going to be allowed to get drunk on mead any time soon and that was a travesty. They suffered a -20 penalty to morale as a result. They were all ready to launch into tirades about these thugs despoiling the noble art of the party with their brutish ways when the the banner of the interplanetary space friends was brought through the door by its carriers and the Mind kept talking, having decided on its course of belittling and self aggrandizement .

"see this banner, that is who we are and we don't back down from a request for help, so you and your mates better bugger off and leave us be. We are here to help throw a party, I don't see why you're so threatened by that? Think your Capatians can't do better than a bunch of drifters? Go prove it rather than sticking around here playing mobster. Which your really bad at by the way.

There was a chorus of agreement from the bees as they buzzed in closer, coming through the door now that it was obvious the thugs were out gunned and as they were itching to give these no good scoundrels a good stinging for ruining the festive mood they had all been in.

---

One of the bees down with fiddlesticks had been in charge of holo-umbrellas and so at his mention of it getting wet the bee handed out 5 little handles to the other bees, which then projected very flimsy force fields above them to keep them safe from rain. Naturally this would completely useless against the oncoming torrent that could be heard flowing down the pipes towards them, but the pink, green and blue neon glowing umbrellas did provide a little light. So as they did whatever scouting the cleaner bot required the bees would be easily spotted through the gloom by the glowing fields they now carried.

[User]
The Brain took a step back as the swarm of bees began muscling their way through the door, not that either of the two goons were making much of an attempt to stop them. Their robotic maid still held Maracun hostage and Boss Hog wouldn't have had much luck against a horde of bees. They were outsiders, self-avowed drifters, after all, who clearly didn't appreciate the importance of the parties in Ofromia. The Brain was the sort of person who attached considerable significance to the value of information and the value of his own skin.

 "Sorry, Maracun, but we're not fighting to preserve yer honour today," the Brain finally stood up straight and, just before patting his hog-like companion on the shoulder, he paused and thought better of it, "come on, Hogger, you can be the one to tell the boss that he's got nothing to worry about."

 It took a while for the suggestion to leave Maracun to the tender mercies of the crew to penetrate the thick skin, thick skull and thick brain of Hogger. A more intelligent creature would listen with their ears, which would have been considerably easier. Hogger was a very literal minded and simple creature, and had done things 'the hard way' so often that it'd become the philosophy that guided his life. Hogger snorted and walked away, accompanying the Brain, into the crowds of people that drifted through the neon streets of Ofromia.

 Maracun expressed his displeasure at being left behind with a rude gesture towards the back of Hogger and Brain. Hip Kallo gurgled on the floor in front of them. The banner of the International Space Friends fluttered proudly in the breeze caused by the flow of air through the open door.

---

 Armed with tiny little GloBrellas, the bees organised themselves into three teams, based on the colourful glow. The team with pink GloBrellas insisted that they were now to be referred to as Team A, and were made up of tough, no-nonsense bees that didn't play by the rules, but they got the job done. The blue team opted to take the rather more prestigious name of Team B, and declared that they were young, up-and-coming heroes with hearts of gold and something to prove to the world. The final team, quite clearly a little unhappy about not being Team B, explained that they would be The B Team, and that they were a team of mercenaries who were framed for a crime they didn't commit, and have since escaped to clear their name and do good deeds. None of these elaborate backstories were true, but the bees were impressionable when it came to SpaceTV, and far from the guiding hand of the Will, they were free to indulge in their elaborate fantasies and their love of dividing themselves into arbitrary groups.

 The leader of each of the three teams looked expectantly towards Fiddlesticks.

 "Team A reporting in. Twenty eight years on the force," the bee was putting on a gruff voice, even though it had to speak up to be heard, "and this is how they repay me? You gotta be kidding me. I'm turning in my badge and my gun after this assignment."

 "Team B, here to save the day," this bee struck a pose, holding the GloBrella like a sword, "we can do it! Yeah!"

 "You know what they say," the third bee wore a little eye-patch, and somebody had gone to draw stubble around his chin, which grew more smudged as he stroked it in thought, "if you've got a problem, and if nobody else can help you, and if you can find us, well, we're The B Team."

[Assistant]
With The Brain and Hogger leaving, Vanessa lowered her rifle from it's position on her shoulder. She gave a deep sigh and took the casing out of her teeth. Tucking the spent casing into her suit, Vanessa lowered the ejection lever on her rifle and pulled the unspent round from the chamber. Tucking it back into her suit with the empty casing, Vanessa then closed the action of her rifle, sealing it. She would need to clean it later, but the extensive process could wait for now. Tapping her communicator, Vanessa opened a channel to Toony again and spoke quickly. "He's yours. Do what you will." Vanessa then took a few moments of silence before correcting herself. "Wait, what am I thinking? Ask the captain. Disregard that."

Crossing her arms, Vanessa let her rifle rest between them and looked about the landing area. Vanessa then raised an eyebrow at a discernible lack of a certain crewmember. A second glance around confirmed her suspicions, and she opened a global communication line to everyone. "Does anybody know where Fiddlesticks went? He's not here." Should Fiddlesticks have a communicator of his own, he would hear this as well since Vanessa opened a global line to all the crewmembers. However, should he not have a communicator then he would not hear the transmission, and be left in the dark about the sudden awareness of his absence from the group. Vanessa gave a few sniffs, but could only smell the current occupants of the landing platform. Looking around again, Vanessa didn't see anywhere he might have wandered off to.

Fiddlesticks previously relentless flirting had been quite annoying, but that wasn't nearly enough for Vanessa to wish harm upon him. With nothing more to do at the moment than wait for a confirmation or denial from anyone or everyone, Vanessa waited. She hated the waiting, but knew that it was an important skill to have. Rash actions often ended badly, though sometimes they were needed in order to actually accomplish things. However, it was better to be patient first. Doing something extreme just because you couldn't wait a few moments was really rather childish, and a rational mind would allow events to unfold and responses to happen.

Hopefully they unfolded in time.

[User]
TWOSDAY NIGHT REVIEW: HAMON AND TWIST
 The hostages usually make up the audience for a first timer, but we happened to be sliding out of the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty at just the right time to catch the first and last performance of Hamon and Twist. Down here, where nobody thinks to talk about anything unless it's got seven zeroes after it, young artists are struggling to make themselves known. Those that don't burn out burn up, horrifying and entertaining audiences in equal measure. "There but for the mutually assured destruction clause in my insurance go I," as the saying goes.

 Hamon and Twist, aged too old and too young respectively, were already negotiating with the security of Rantan Tower for a chance to reload and find their missing limbs by the time we arrived at the crime scene. There'd already been two casualties, courtesy of the sort of ridiculous firepower you'd only see at the birthday party of an adrenaline addicted five year old. The back wall of the Rantan Tower lobby was transformed into the worst sort of abstract expressionism. It was hard to tell exactly where the bodies began or when my recurring nightmares about it will end.

 Seeing no real artistic merit in it, neither I or any of my drinking companions wanted to stay, but we were encouraged to remain as witnesses by the Ranton Tower security team. I told them we'd seen it all before, desperate newcomers to the scene hoping to make it big by fighting their way up to the top. Inspector Medeski sweetened the deal, letting us decide exactly what brand of justice they'd visit upon them. He'd got a team of snipers on the building opposite on standby, a case full of grenades that explosively deployed ball-bearings and ants tweaked on a genetic level to be even angrier than you'd expect, and some vigilante off the street who offered to pay the security team money if he could go in there with his custom built flamethrower.

 The drinks were kicking in at this point, and in our heightened state of meta-awareness, somebody from our group suggested using all three. If a job is worth tackling, it's worth tackling with a reckless disregard for the safety of everyone else. That's the Ofromia way, and I'll sacrifice any number of other people to see this natural order maintained in our streets. Such an obviously elegant solution to a tricky, ugly problem took everyone by surprise, none more so than Hamon and Twist, who thought that they'd just negotiated a two book publishing contract, full medical coverage and a lifetime on the chat show circuit.

 They say that to reach the top in this town, you have to be lucky, exceptional and have a sound media strategy. How many other crimes went unreported last night? If Lady Fortune, made manifest by the stingy bastards that are running the Treaty into the ground so fast you'd think they were drilling for oil, hadn't dragged us past Rantan Tower at just the wrong time, would you even know the names of Hamon and Twist?

 Aggro Deluxe is a freelance journalist, crime critic and campaign manager. If you're interested in a life of high-budget crime with excellent production values for a reasonable price, contact him at 88-1250-6318.


[System]
Gender: Female
Pokémon: Kirlia
Ability: Telepathy

Moveset:
Psychic
Heal Pulse
Magical Leaf
Draining Kiss

Backstory: To be revealed as the RP progresses.

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
Squeezing as hard as she could, the Kirlia nuzzled the Totodile. "IT ISSSSS YOOOU!" Huggling, she continued, "I'm Lilisette! I'm sooooo happy I found you! Yes! I know everything about you!" Trying her best to lift the Totodile from the ground to spin him around, she continued, "I dunno what you'd want to know, though! I mean, you're you, right?"

[Assistant]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Town Square]

@Shiny Keldeo
As he was being spun around by the Kirlia he now knew was Lilisette, Devon's happy smile turned into more of an awkward frown. "Well, yeah I'm me, but the thing is that's the only thing I know for sure. I can't remember anything about myself besides my name. No memory of where I lived....My family....My friends.." Sticking his arms out to grab the excited Psychic by the shoulders, his eyes were pleading. "If you really do know everything about me Lilisette, can you please tell me all of it? You're the first one to actually recognize me around here. Are you one of my friends? I just don't remember?"

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
Shaking her head, the Kirlia let out a soft sigh, pulling away from the Totodile. "...I didn't know you lost your memory. It never said anything about that..." Pausing she continued, looking Devon in the eyes, "I don't actually know you personally... you left long before I was..." Covering her mouth, she looked around, only to realize she was in the middle of most of Folio Town at this point. "...HahahahHAHAHA... hey pal, uhm! Want to go somewhere else and catch up... for a bit? Or something like that."

[Assistant]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Town Square]

@Shiny Keldeo
Blinking at the extremely sudden mood shift from the strange blue Kirlia, Devon looked around at the other Pokémon giving them odd glances. The realisation that they were becoming the center of attention utterly horrified the Totodile for some reason, giving him a sense of dread that felt very familiar. Sweat beaded on his face as he then quickly nodded to Lilisette. "Yeah....Sure. Lead the way..." Leaning past the girl for a second he called out to both Breeze and Karaha. "Uh...You guys go on ahead to the guild! I'll meet ya there later!"

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
Dragging Devon by the paw, the blue Kirlia eventually lead them to a small observatory onlooking the desert below. It was a small gazebo crafted from the tree's branches. Taking a set on a bench-like branch, the Kirlia let out an exhausted sigh before looking up at the likely confused Totodile.

"Wow, I don't really know where to begin. Well, you probably know you're a person, right? Like, not a Pokémon. If you didn't know that... surprise?" Pausing for a moment, Lilisette let out a dejected sigh. "I don't even know how much I should tell you. It's like uhhh... it's probably a bad thing to tell someone stuff that they need to figure out themselves? Dunno."

[Assistant]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Devon plopped down onto the ground in front of Lilisette, looking up at her and moving his tail slowly back and forth behind him on the wood platform beneath him. As she talked, and mentioned the word 'person'...Not 'Pokémon'....Something in the back of his mind began to tug. Not a particularly painful feeling, but it wasn't pleasant either. Holding the side of his head for a moment, Devon nodded slowly as a few tid bids of his past began to dug their way out of his clouded mind. "No I....I didn't know that. A person...Human...I....I think that's what I am...Er...Was. I guess."

Letting his arm fall to his sides, the changed human put both of them on the ground as he leaned back. Giving the Psychic a confused stare. "What do you mean? Will my memories come back on their own or something? The way I see it, you're here now, you seem cool, might as well tell me right? I could try to find a way to pay you back somehow if ya want."

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
"Human...? Maybe, I mean, I just know you're a person, and you're not from here at all." An apologetic look crossed the Kirlia's features, "Um, sorry. I probably shouldn't have just blurted something that important, especially since you apparently didn't even know yourself. You okay though?"

At the Water-types insistence, Lilisette frowned somewhat. "Umm... I don't know anything about your memories or lackthereof. Not to be mean, but none of that's really all that important. I mean, I'm sure it's important to you, but as far as the bigger picture's concerned, no it's not."

After a few moments of thought, she looked Devon in the eyes. "I don't realllly need payment, but I might have you help me later anyway. Ummm... I could probably tell you? I don't know how much I should. Let's see. Okay, so, you're really important. There's going to be this huge war, and it's pretty much on you to stop it. No pressure."

[Assistant]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Observation Post]

When asked if he was ok, Devon nodded and tapped the side of his head with a weak smile. "Yeah I'm fine...Just a bit of a headache...."

The huge bomb drop did nothing to ease Devon's odd chaos of emotions. The revelation that he was supposed to stop an entire WAR by himself would be enough to make anyone lose it. Which he did. The Totodile shot to his feet with eyes as wide as grape fruits. Jaws hanging agape. "What!? Me, stop a war all by myself!? Dude, I just learned how to walk as a Totodile a half hour ago! How am I supposed to stop a war!?"

A defeated sigh escaped his lips as his head tilted to the floor. "Well, if you don't know about my memories or anything....What DO you actually know about me? You knew my name, apparently knew what I looked like, is that cause I'm this special guy that's supposed to stop a war?"

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
"How am I supposed to know how you stop a war! You just do it, okay!?" Crossing her arms in a huff, she stared at the ground, "...Sorry. I don't think it's all by yourself though, it's just, it can't be done without you. Specifically, you."

As the Totodile accepted his fate, Lilisette nodded, "Umm... yeah. I mean, you're in all of the history texts and stuff. I would have had to do a really good job of sleeping in class to not actually recognize you." Holding out her arm, she pointed to his spikes, "They're a different color. Plus the fact you were a Totodile in Folio was a huge giveaway, too." Tapping her cheek she continued, "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to have someone helping you with all of this. Or maybe I'm confusing you with those other textbook heros. There's a lot of them, now that I think about it. You're just cooler. I actually did a project on you and stuff."

Taking a moment, she fixed her gaze on Devon, "I guess I didn't really answer your question. Stuff I know about you... well, you were summoned to this world for the specific purpose of stopping this war. Which it's not really a war so much as an era, and you have to like, fix it? I guess it's a war and an era." Thinking for a moment she continued, "Oh right! You get like this special kind of Awakening or something sometime too."

[Assistant]
Gren
Location: Folio Town - The Town Square
Activity: Wondering what's going on.

Gren was soon ignored and eventually, let along at the table. He sighed and figured that since everyone had left, he might as well go see what had happened. of course by the time he showed up it seemed like most of the interesting stuff had already passed, though now Devon was talking to a kirlia. The two left to go somewhere, leaving Gren with the others who seemed to be heading to the guild "Wait for meeeee!" Gren ran after them as fast as his little legs could carry him, and nearly started a Roll-Out.

Keldeo

[User]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lilisette's explanation did nothing but confuse Devon even further. The small former human shuffled over to the bench and climbed up onto it next to the blue Kirlia. Looking to her with curiosity as she talked. ...I must be pretty famous If I'm in history books....But....History means it would have happened in the past.....But she keeps saying that this war I'm supposed to stop hasn't happened yet... When his oddly colored spikes were pointed out, Devon's tail curled around him slightly to give him a better view of one of the spikes that sat near the tip. "Yeah...I guess I do stick out with these things...They're usually red on every other Totodile...." Turning back to the apparently wise Emotion Pokémon, he smiled when she mentioned he was 'cooler' than others. "Oh really? Glad ya think I'm cool. You are too."

The next topic of the war...Era....Thing that Lilisette brought up further hammered home the point that something was defiantly....Odd about the Kirlia. It wasn't making sense how she knew all this. But before Devon could address that point, her last comment peaked his interest more. The Totodile visibly perked up as he faced her, sitting up and putting his hands on his knees with a curious head tilt. "'Awakening'? What's that all about? What's gonna happen when I get it?"

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
Thrusting her arms into the air, the Kirlia then brought them down into hyped fists. "MEGAAAA EVOLUTION!" With a wide smile, she looked over the Totodile with an excited expression. "It's REALLY cool too! Or so they say. But um, most Pokémon don't evolve when they touch Awakening though, they just get more powerful. So you're totally super special. I hear you become this tank and can just like, take on EVERYTHING. EVEN THE SHADOW LORD! I heard you basically SOLO'D him!" The Kirlia's eyes were sparkling, and she was super hyped about everything involving Devon.

[User]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Observation Post]

The excitement of this so called 'Mega Evolution' got to Devon too. It was contagious, a wide smile of his own overtaking his little blue maw as he also pumped his fists. Brown eyes glittering like a water front at sunset. "Whoooa! No way! I actually get that powerful!? When does this happen to me!? You said I evolve right? What do I look like when I do!?" As he said these last few words, he edged a bit closer to lean into Lilisette's reply.

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
Clapping excitedly, Lilisette beamed, "You do! But um..." Her uplifted mood waned slightly, as she was unsure how to answer his other questions. "I-I don't know when exactly all of this happens. Since you're a brand-new Pokémon, it's going to take you a while to get stronger. Same thing happened with the others... but um... oh yeah, I don't know what you look like either. I've just heard a description, but I don't even remember that. I just kinda remember you get heavy scaled plates."

[User]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Devon looked down at his left arm and tapped it a few times with his claws. "Heavy scaled plates huh? So I'll have like, natural armor? That still sounds pretty awesome...." Finally, the excitement of the situation seemed to die down long enough for Devon to face Lilisette with an odd frown. "Oh uh...Sorry for pestering you with questions but one last thing. You know all of this about me, even though you said we've never met, and apparently you learned all this from history books in class..."

Twiddling his claws together the Totodile looked off into the desert beyond the gazebo's rail and kicked his feet. "This is probably gonna sound crazy, but then again everything that's happened to me lately is crazy. It's not every day you get summoned to do something as important as stopping a war..." His deep brown eyes shifted back to the Kirlia girl. "....Are you from the future Lilisette? Did you actually learn about me in uh....School?"

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Observation Post]

Lord
Eyes wide with surprise, the Kirlia let out a happy outburst before wrapping her arms around Devon. "You figured it out! I didn't even have to tell you!" Pulling back, she tapped a finger to her lip, "I guess it probably wasn't that hard to figure out, given I mentioned I read about you in a history class, but you know. If you could get pulled from a completely different time/universe... thing, it's reasonable I could be from the future, right? Anyway, yeah I did really learn about you in school."