[System]
Gender
Male

Age
 20

Appearance
James stands at around 6'1" with an average frame, though on the slightly broader end of average, and a general lack of muscle. His head is an unkempt mess of dark hair that is technically dirty blond, but rarely reveals that fact outside of particularly bright conditions. His face is framed by thick rectangular glasses and marked by unfortunately light and patchy stubble. He generally appears to have Germanic and Irish features, though he's descended from a broad mishmash of nationalities.

James' unkempt appearance tends to come off through his choice in clothes as well, often plain colored wrinkled shirts, dark colored hoodies, and jeans. Plain and functional, but lacking in grace, style, or any sort of wrinkle-prevention.

Personality
Analytical | Honest | Sluggish

James would likely describe himself as tired, and little else. He's a classic burnt-out gifted kid. He lacks internal motivation for important tasks, and requires external motivators, usually routine and obligation. James will often engage himself with puzzles, and enjoys trying to figure out problems analytically. He's the sort of person who thinks through his emotions more than he feels them, and can often be slow to build really emotional responses. Unfortunately, when he does build up that emotional inertia, it takes a very long time to de-escalate, making James the extremely spiteful, grudge-holding sort. James can come off as rather antisocial, idiosyncratic, and rude, especially given recent events.

 History

How one raises a child as if they're the next Einstein in Cleveland of all places will forever be a mystery to James Isaac Keening.

His parents were the eternally middle class sort, shifting up and down from basic data entry jobs to management position over many years. They always had enough money to live, never enough for all the amenities one could want. It was a family of 4: James, his parents, his sister Annabelle.

The siblings were only separated by two years, but there was a gulf in expectations between them from a young age. Annabelle was rebellious, got held back in kindergarten, and was nearly expelled multiple times during high school. James, however, tested into the school district's gifted program, and did well in school for a long time, his parents pushing him to do better because he's just that smart and should be capable of it. That pushing only got more severe over time, and eventually James gave up.

The shining star child disappeared at the start of high school, replaced with the exhausted, unresponsive young adult that James was always doomed to become. He suddenly had a lot more in common with his older sister who he had fought with all his life. They talked about how awful their parents were often, but there was always the silent belief that the other child of the pair was the cause of their parent's treatment.

James had given up most of what he used to enjoy, now staring into a computer screen for most of the day and disassociating from his living situation. He did gain new interests, however; primarily puzzles and games, and the general joy of learning new things and digging through strange systems and ideas. He still enjoyed learning, but could no longer function in his former structure. James barely passed high school, only picking up in the last year after some guidance councilors and friends encouraged him to create his own routines, resulting in a couple of A grades.

James started going to a community college, as it was all he could get into at first. He did eventually transfer to a larger college, working on a bachelor's in physics. Of course, he still didn't magically do better, and his grades kept slumping intermittently every time there was a mild change in his routine. Luckily, James at least had support, in the form of a small group of friends, and his sister who had followed him in going to college. Life was bearable for a while.

Unfortunately, good things don't last long for a Keening. James had been watching the conversation about supposed magic online for a while, and assumed it was all a hoax. That was, until he unknowingly developed one. He speculates that he might've had it the moment powers started showing up in the world, and he was none the wiser for months.

Then he got too stressed during a test.

The paper turned to ash under his hand, leaving his mouth agape. A second later, he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself and rationalize the situation, and instead it was as if he breathed the pencil in through his hand, that too disappearing into dust. His muscles went rigid, the fear and confusion coursing through him. He excused himself and ran to his dorm.

He spent ten minutes pacing before he noticed a letter that had been slipped under his door. James wasn't exactly thrilled that someone somehow knew about this strange power before he did, but he didn't want to show his face on campus ever again. He brought the situation up to his sister, and it was her idea to get the hell out of Ohio and follow the letter. Within a few days' time James, Anna, and a few of their friends got into Anna's car and started toward Massachusets.

James doesn't discuss the weeks that followed, and why they resulted in him arriving to the address alone on foot, but the bruises, dirt, and frayed clothing give insight that the young man refuses to elaborate on.

Equipment
Nothing but his frayed, dirty clothes, a small leatherbound notebook, and a pocket full of rocks.

Magic
The following is an excerpt from James' notes

It appears that I can turn small objects to dust with little effort. Rocks, paper, marbles and such. All I need to do is touch something, then I get this sensation like I can almost breathe the object through my hand, sucking it in, and then the object disintegrates. The thing needs to fit in my palm, I think. Anything larger takes too much force, like breathing through a straw filled with concrete. Same thing happens with stuff with a lot of parts, most things with little mechanisms or any sort of circuitry. I'm not exactly sure what the use case for this is. I can become the world's most effective paper shredder, I suppose.

[User]
"Well, ghosts, but yeah." Sally shrugged, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Of course, natural had gone out the window a long time ago. "They don't talk or anything, or if they do, I can't hear it, so it's not like I'm getting anything useful out of it. It's just... spooky."

She looked around at the- coven?- with mild amusement. Aren't we a motley bunch of magicians? "Why, what do you all do? Consort with demons? Conjure up beasts from the depths of Hell?" She laughed nervously- with her luck, that's exactly what they all did.

[Assistant]
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Eyeing the one who appeared from some unknown "portal" suspiciously, Mae joined a few of the others who had shown up to the undisclosed address, checking the GPS on her phone only to realize that it barely registered within a ten-mile radius. Something was off, especially when dealing with a satellite tracking system. There would have to be a lot of electro-magnetic interference in the area, or was it something else? Either way, the girl felt something wasn't quite right with the area.

She overheard the brief exchange between the pale girl with the thick-rimmed glasses, and the other who was quite the redhead. Something about "Seeing dead people" or "ghosts", causing Mae to vaguely smirk at the chatter.

It was all a lot to take in, and no doubt the others who were present felt the same way. Overwhelmed? Confused? Hungry? Geez, when was the last time the girl ate?

"What the hell are we doing here?" Mae finally spoke up, mostly to herself, but anyone who was within a few feet would have understood. She surveyed the front of the house, it's hauntingly beautiful façade, and eerie vibe that was probably compounded by virtue of the fact that it was smack in the middle of fucking nowheresville.

Impulsively, she checked her phone as though something had come up. She never did hear back from Ella, one of her best friends, who she had sent a few text messages to shortly before embarking on the trip. What was there to say other than she would be gone for a bit, but to keep in touch? I mean, Mae certainly wasn't going to admit that she was following instructions from a mysterious email and meeting someone who could help her with whatever shit was going on in her mind and body.

But she knew she wasn't normal. Not like her family or friends.

She needed answers.

[User]
James threw the door to his room open and rushed to close and lock it behind him, the act taking him several seconds longer that it should have. His breathing was panicked, and his thoughts were scattered into white noise. He paced around the room, absentmindedly fiddling with random objects from among the mess while trying to focus on anything in particular.

His mind flitted between escape plans. Jumping out the window and just running to nowhere in particular was certainly an option. He could play it cool, but someone was bound to ask how or why he turned his test and an entire pencil to ash. Well, crawling into bed and just waiting for death certainly had its perks, considering he just definitely failed thermodynamics. Anna was likely to kill him over this too. Wait, no, she'd take it as some sort of rebellion against the system probably. Okay, his sister could be informed, but not for a while at least.

James' mind halted for a second as his hands had begun to solve a Rubik's Cube. What had even happened? It was the first exam of the semester, and he wasn't that worried about it. Well, he had only gotten two hours of sleep, and the only studying he had done was last night, but that was normal. Despite normal circumstances, then, James had somehow gained and activated this new ability. Even just thinking about it, his body tensed up. He desperately did not want it to activate accidentally again, or ideally ever. He could get by without the ability to turn paper to dust.

Admittedly though, he was curious, and learning to control it would at least prevent similar incidents. For now, he would keep it firmly locked up and try to regain some sense of normalcy. If the word online was anything to go buy, this magical power stuff wasn't going to be worth it. Most people would likely be quite happy to suddenly have magic, but James was primarily annoyed.

James had finally settled on crawling into bed for an early sleep. He tossed the cube to the ground, and as it skittered towards the door he noticed something. There was a letter on the floor that must have been slipped under his door at some point. Who the hell would send him a letter? He was already bad at responding to texts as is, so archaic snail-mail wasn't exactly the smartest choice.

Despite his confusion at its existence, James picked the letter up and opened it. It didn't improve his day, and it made his mid-afternoon nap no longer an option. Screw the 'not telling Anna' grace period, this was an emergency. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed his sister.

"Get the hell over here, right now."

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One Month Later

James found himself stumbling along the side of a narrow road. The pavement was cracked, marred with disuse, and lined on both sides by sprawling weeds. He shoes felt as if they were seconds from falling apart, full of holes and fraying all around, but his steps were fall from careful. He had stopped caring about the weight of each footfall several hours ago, though it could have been days ago, he wasn't sure. Every step received the full brunt of his weight, carrying his body entirely by the momentum of the last heavy step. His knees constantly threaten to buckle, and a painful mass of blisters had certainly formed on the bottom of his feet, though he refused to check. To stop would be to die.

Was he even walking in the right direction? The last time he checked the phone, which was now dead, he appeared to be on the last road before reaching the address, but some cruel act of fate could have pulled him off course.

A noise rattled the loose stones of the road. A car was coming. James veered into the weeds, going deep enough that hopefully it's passengers wouldn't notice him. He couldn't take the risk. Eventually he deemed it safe enough to come out, with vines ripping more holes out of his hoodie. The stumbling continued for an indeterminable length of time, punctuated by the occasional rush into the bushes.

The only sounds James could hear were the blood rushing past his ears, his breathing, and his head throbbing. His body felt like it was falling apart, and his brain was minimizing his surroundings to compensate. The world was a blurry, half finished painting, still white at the edges. Eventually A large brown smudge materialized on the left of the road, at least he thought. He lurched in that direction.

The shapes unblurred, the details filling in. It was some sort of large house, an old mansion? Very old, at that. There were too many greens and oranges where only the greys and beiges should have been. Windows missing, fallen boards, an unkempt lawn, vines and tree branches invading the home. This must have been the right address, the one from the letter. James was pretty sure he was still holding onto a scrap of it in his right hand. It was clenched tight, and it did feel like he was holding onto paper. There were no other buildings for miles, this had to be the one.

James focused his vision on the mansion, but despite that some of the smudges kept moving. People. There were people in front of the house. Not good. It looked like some of them were talking. Another person popped out of nowhere, as if through a portal, though James tried to pay that little mind. He adjusted his glasses, as useless as they were with the lenses covered in dirt and sweat and put his left hand into his pocket. He wrapped his fingers around a rock.

James walked as nonchalantly as he could with legs that barely held him up, approaching the group. They all seemed to be waiting around, but he didn't exactly want to get caught up in that. He tried to wave as he walked, raising his hand to only about chest high, though he dropped his arm when he realized he was just flopping the half-charred letter in his grip about instead. He quickly strode up the steps and towards the door.

He hurriedly reached for the doorknob with one hand, knocked on the door with the other, and tried to pull it open.


[System]
Age : 23
Race : Caucassion Human
Height: 5' 4"
Appearance:

Personality :
Lizzie was a sweet and gentle girl before her mother and sister's murder. She hated her father for stealing the money from her mother after her death. She has been through abusive relationships with certain guys and fears of having another. Mainly she needs affection from someone who truly cares. She can tend to suffer hallucinations and nightmares from the event of the murder. She is so fragile, that she doesn't trust anyone or enjoy company. She would isolate herself from society and in her father's home.

Likes :
~ Flowers
~ Exploring
~ Motorcycles
~ Money

Fears :
~ Nightmares
~ Being Alone
~ Romance
~ Being Hurt

History :
Lizzie had a closed relationship with her sister Alex and their mother who is ill and she discovered her father and Rachel, who was her mother's nurse, having an affair. Lizzie accidentally put fire after Alex went into the cabin. The cabin erupted in flames upon an explosion which killed them. Lizzie was shocked and tried to commit suicide. Instead, she landed into mental hospital. After 10 months, she returns to her father's home after his passing. She had no memory of what happened, but frequently gets nightmares and images of the traumatic experience.

[User] The god closed his eyes tiredly and grunted gently as he started to sing a song

[Assistant]
Lizzie began to sing in her own cell which be easily heard as it echoed throughout the headquarters including Loki's cell.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I was looking for a breath of a life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang no oh oh oh

To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start and the end
But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh

But I needed one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it's so oh oh oh

Whose side am I on? Whose side am I?
Whose side am I on? Whose side am I?

And the fever began to spread
From my heart down to my legs
But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh

And although I wasn't losing my mind
It was a chorus so sublime
But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh

I was looking for a breath of a life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh"

[User]
The god hummed gently as he sang as his eyes closed till Barton came in grabbing him and yanked him out and away sharply. They left her in her own cell before Natasha came in two hours later.

"Go back home " said sternly eyes narrowed. She was directed to a portal like place where she be teleported home. Loki was away in a room no one could get in other then actual agents

[Assistant] Lizzie noticed that the 'mind stone', which Loki called it, was left behind. The gem was on the couch, almost melting the whole thing while they were gone. She slowly and gently picked it up. As she touched it, her memories were out of control in her head.

[User] Thanos grinned gently feeling some one touch the gem thinking its loki magic flew into her controlling her swiftly.

[Assistant] Lizzie began to scream as she thrashed about, knocking into the wall and the cabinet. She hit her head on the counter and eventually arched her back after she hit the floor, grunting in pain and gasped in terror.

[User] Thanos smiled appearing eyes narrowed "ello Loki"

[Assistant] "I'm not Loki", she told the figure as she arched her back in pain. The stone in her hand was dropped on the ground and she was accidentally teleported back at SHEILD right near some agents. "I'm guessing you guys don't play nice, right?", she asked as she kicked them both over the railing.

[User] Other agents came in guns in their hands pointed right at her.

[Assistant] Shaking off the memories from the mind stone, she slid on the ground underneath them. She jumped off the railing until she reached the second floor. Face to face with Clint.

[User] Clint smacked her sharply into th wall sharply in her face and knokced her out cold and dragged her to a holding cell she couldnt break free from and lokced her in it. Loki was still in interagation eyes narrowed slightly.

[Assistant] The mind stone's powers on her wore off and she was back to her fragile self. She was out cold on the floor and realized she was in a different outfit because of the mind stone. Shocked as she was, she was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's along with black thigh-lengthed high heeled boots.

[User] Loki was throw in and he grunted and scowled at the group and eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at her eyes glowed and her clothing turned back to normal and huffed gently as he worded off Thanos control on her eyes narrowed as he kept the mind gem ppwer fused away with the girls body and sighed "wake up"

[Assistant] She was wearing clothes that were similar to Loki's own. Same black and green shade. But more feminine. She began to stir as Loki told her to wake up. She did and looked at herself and what she was wearing. "I look like you", she said in surprise.

[User] "yeah which isn't a good thing" the god snarled slightly eyes narrowed with digust and tempt of hate and rage. He looked away from her and at the cell walls and scowled slightly "I should have never come to earth i shoud have gone to Asgard, back to my punisjment that was awaiting me on my own return by my brother and mother and father" said in contemp.

[Assistant] "It wasn't my fault! It got to me first!", she retorted back at him. "Thanos got into my head thinking I was you", she said to him as she explained everything that happened before this happened. Suddenly she reached forward and helped him out of the cuffs.

[User] "STAY away from me" he snapped suddeenly his power shot through the cell and the tempture dropped fifty digrees causing it to drop below freezing sharply "Just leave me alone its bad enough that family was hurt and now some stranger" he spat sharply eyes narrowed and glowing adeep red color as the cell started to freeze up as he snorted and temputre stayed cold but slowly warmed up not allowing the girl to get frozen and walked away from her and sat down annoyed and growled gently.

[Assistant] "It's your rage. Hatred. It drowns you. Your 'family' did it in order to protect you. It drowns me too when I think about men", she told him as she tried to reason with him.

[User] Loki eyes shot twoard her "what do you know of my family huh mortal" he snappef

[Assistant] "You told me. I educate myself too. I also read", she told him as she walked a little closer. "You were betrayed. I was betrayed. Family can turn on our backs"

[User] "Whatever just stay away from that gem" grumbled gently eyes shut tightly

[Assistant] "I don't have it", she admitted to him as she looked down.

[User] "Good now I am getting the gem and leading thanos away" mutters tiredly

[Assistant] Lizzie looked at Loki and watched him with curious eyes. "We will when we get out of here" she whispered as she slowly and lightly moved a strand of hair off his face before she slid to the ground and sat there to watch him. A man of pain he was.

[User] Clint stormed back in eyes narrowed slightly "You missy and you god of trickery and lies are in big trouble" he said eyes narrowed.

[Assistant]
Lizzie was so lost in thought as she looked at Loki from her side of the cell. This man has been through so much pain and she couldn't think of anything that would help him. Loki has been through so much that Lizzie couldn't even think of. She did notice that his injuries were healing now on his arm. But what he really needed was rest. She just wanted to help him escape his inner demons of his family heritage and his abuse. Funny that she was fighting her own demons too. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she looked at Clint Barton as he entered the room. "How are we in trouble?", Lizzie asked him as she looked at him with fear in her eyes and pulling her legs closer to her chest.

Seriously, what did these people want from her and Loki? She did indeed realize that they dont like to play nice. "Seriously? What are we in trouble for?"

[User]
"Loki your being sent to Asgard as soon as Thor gets here, you miss are going to go back home. Youare to stay there as well. Loki you should be more concered about your problem then a mortal thor shall be here in ten minutes" he then walked away. Loki was shaking slightly, oh fuck his brother was coming to get him. Oh the great joy he would fear from his brother screaming at him and maybe even punching him for"leaving" asgard when he was honestly captured and taken from his prison.

(mind playing thor who will pretty much scream and yell at Loki and Loki will have like a break down and melt down as well. Thast when your character tries to get thor to leave but going againsta god isn't something you should do)

[Assistant] The sound of the Bifrost landing made the whole HQ shake. The God of Thunder with his red cape and the hammer, Mjonir, in his hand. How dare Loki leaves his family? Leaving him? Thor does love Loki so, but the trickster can come up with ideas and make the relationship a bit rocky, making Thor take the fall. The angry God opened the door to where both of the prisoners were. His first instinct was to throw Loki against the wall and yell, but his gut told him to go easy then he would go hard. Lizzie scooted closer to the wall as the God entered. She has never seen this kind of man before, and boy, was he huge. Lizzie could feel the powerful energy coming off the huge God as he entered the cell. Thor looked at the girl and looked back at Loki. "Loki, what have you done?", he asked his younger sibling. "What have you done?!", he demanded louder which made Lizzie flinch.

[User] "well brother if you must know I will explain it to you. Welkl dear and beloved stinking perice of crap of a brother. I was kidnaped and torchered, raped and abused by the enity as you know as Thanos who had been hunting down the infinty gems that I managed to steal two and aftet three years of abuse and torment got enough engery to break away and go to earth and so thats the long story short" he said snickering but there was a underline of truth behind the voice but flinched at his brother responce slightly as it started to bring back some memories that where not very pleasent. And for three years he had those memories

[Assistant] This only made the Thunder God angrier. "Why Earth, Loki!?", he demanded at his younger brother as he watched the trickster flinch from his question that was mentioned before. "Why not break away to Asgard?", he sounded a bit softer than his previous tone. He looked at Lizzie and the clothes she was wearing. He knew it. The God of Mischief came back to terrorize Earth and enslave humanity like last time. Apparently he just got started. "Why her?", he asked as he gestured Lizzie on the ground.

[User] "brother your head is duller then that of an Ox, yesh you know why I can't go back to Asgard and you full;y know I would be killed if not thrown away like evrtying else thats wrong with the world" he snorted eyes narrowed and then looked at the girl slightly "she found me and helped patch up some of my wounds. She has touched the mind gem and Thanos now thinks she is me so ...yeah" he spat and rolled his eyes eyes narrowed. "so now since she has touched the gem the last user of the gem which we know qwas me since I created the gems themselves allowed her to grow a female apperance of me in regular and asgardian clothing. Anymore stupid questions Thor I really like to not go back to that dreaded place. odin rather take my head off" he rolled his eyes disrespecting the god of thunder not really careing if he hurt his pride but he knew he was walking on a very thin rope with Thor already

[Assistant] "Lies spit from you like venom", Thor spat at his brother in disapproval. This was very disappointing to Thor that his brother turned to the dark side instead of asking for help from the bright side. Instead he betrayed all of Asgard. Making him a wanted fugitive in both realms. But honestly, the God of Thunder wanted to hurt him. Hurting his friends in New York and invading a whole city. Deep down, this is not the brother he wanted and used to love anymore. "Loki speaks the truth", Lizzie spoke up as she stood to her feet. As if on cue, Thor swiped a hand at her and slapped her across the face thinking it was mind control that was making her say it but her eyes were not of icy blue. Lizzie was groaning in pain on the ground as she managed to lift her head. "I want to help him", she weakly said to Thor as she managed to turn to her side on the ground. Perhaps this girl was the light that could help Loki spread his wings. "Very well, you have ten days, brother", Thor finally said to Loki before leaving.

[User] "great now there isna time limit what you going to do throw me away like last time ?" he shouted after Thor eyes narrowed and then went to the girl and eyes glowed healing her slightly "You do not talk to thor understand me ? he will take your head off" he grumbled conceed about her slightly

[Assistant] Lizzie groaned a little as Loki managed to heal her. It was remarkable that the God of Mischief had a caring side. It was slightly visible at the moment. Lizzie managed to get up and lean against the wall. "I understand. He has a problem with hitting the ladies, it seems", she groaned until she managed to stand. "Brother issues it looks like", she said with a small chuckle.


[System]
The Finger
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Description or Image: Long brunette hair, blue eyes, semi-athletic build. Link stands at about 6'1" and typically has a grungy attire.

Alias/Nick Name: The Finger

Background & Reason for Joining: Link discovered his ability on accident during a particularly memorable guitar riff with his band, Identical Snowflakes. Ever since, he has used it to enhance his rock shows during gigs and bring about righteous justice in his off hours. There is a certain thrill that comes from giving a criminal (or just a total total jerk) their comeuppance. When Link can get involved, he does and when he learned of an opportunity to put his unique skills to work on a grander scale, he leapt at it (mostly because he's hoping it will come with a regular paycheck as he is habitually 'in between jobs').

Personality: Link is every bit the rock n' roll blasting, profanity slinging, shamelessly womanizing, alcohol drinking, smoke 'em if you got 'em type of laid back dude. However, he does have a moral code and a sense of justice that he cannot ignore. Fun loving most times, but serious when he needs to be, Link can certainly be an asset when properly motivated.

Powers & Weaknesses: Link's super hero moniker comes from his very specific unique attributes. The middle fingers on each of his hands are supernaturally gifted. They can grow, stretch, regenerate and alter their density. If they are ever damaged or severed, they would heal rather quickly. Were he to will it, his middle fingers can grow and harden, becoming bludgeoning instruments similar to baseball bats. He could also stretch them into points like a pair of animated fleshy needles capable of piercing. The elasticity of the fingers has its limits, but they can be used to subdue and constrict criminals like a python would, or even act as grappling hooks to help Link traverse heights and cityscapes.

The rest of his body, however, is absolutely human and, otherwise, unremarkable. While his middle fingers can regenerate, if you were to cut off his leg, it would have the same result as anyone else whose leg got cut off. If you shot him, he'd be in grave danger. He has every weakness a common human has.

[User]
Talia had kept her keen eyesight on Link and his predicament even though she had gone back to twirling and dancing, doing her best to keep up the distraction for as long as possible. But now, her teammate was still being stalked by the two men and if she didn't do something and fast, he might end up getting attacked! She danced and twirled her way quickly back within striking distance and struck out again with both of her ribbons, this time allowing the metal-tipped ends to coil around both wrists of the man that was aiming a punch straight at Link.

The bouncer would feel the silken, cool touch of the ribbons at first but then it would instantly become confusing pain as he becomes aware of something slicing their way through the tendons at the top parts of both wrists. Talia had carefully selected and aimed at her target area, avoiding the risk of accidentally cutting through any major arteries that would cause someone to bleed out if the flow was not staunched. She was not to kill, only... deter... Possibly maim... Using the Chi energy and momentum fueling her moves, she pulled back hard with the ribbons still wound tightly into the bouncer's arms, planning for him to be yanked away from Link but still able to land at a distance from her. If all went according to plan, she'd "call" err... guide her ribbons to release the target and return to her, prepared for the next strike.

[Assistant]
The Jersey Devil looked up at the Gadgeteer with his big blank goggle eyes, that covered up the surprised look in the human face below. *He's more tough and strong than human. He's a super. I'd start out of reach if you can.* Bob's voice would mumble through the communicator to Manny. Without needing to look, Bob reaches down to his bag and taps the skip button on his music player. Faintly, in the background of the communicator, 'Shut me Up' by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play as Bob speaks to the group. "This is the dream, Boys... and ma'am. These are some bad men, and we're the good guys. Lets show em we're tired of their shit in our city."

Kicking his legs up over him in a roll, his plants his feet on the stairs the Grey Gadgeteer just came off of, and kicked off of it as hard as he could. With the full recoil off his boots would shoot him back into the room like a cannon ball. This time, however, he was aiming for the briefcase. As soon as his claws latched onto it, he would smack the floor with his other hand, changing his trajectory to a higher wall where he would imbed his claws in order to stick to the wall. Keeping his feet under him, prepared to kick off in a different direction if attacked, he clipped the briefcase to one of the carabineers on his suit.

[User]
Link's eyes were wide as he witnessed one of the bouncers being taken away by Talia's skillful use of her instrument. Impressive, he thought. Unfortunately, while he was distracted with her maneuver, the remaining bouncer had just the opening he needed to succeed in his aggressive advance. Just as the goon drove his shoulder into Link's torso, The Finger, attempted to slam down his namesake on his assailant's back before being driven to the ground.

"You piece of-" Link growled after his back landed with a thud against the hard floor while he tried to awkwardly move to counter the brute's attempts at grappling. Trying to be agile with severely and awkwardly weighted digits was particularly challenging. At close range, the finger-bats were hardly ideal. He quickly and willfully forced his fingers to deflate.

Instead of bludgeoning balloons of musculature, he silently commanded them to harden and morph into sharp-tipped organic stakes akin to railroad spikes. With the goon on top of him wildly striving to execute a submissive hold, Link attempted to take one of his needle-tipped fingers and stab them into the brute's meaty shoulder.

[Assistant]
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Bam! Biff! Pow!

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@myinneroblivion @ShadowsofNight

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Manny's fear was replaced by genuine shock. "Wait what?! Police records didn't say he was a super!" The Latino man said with incredulity as he looked at Bucur, the goons, and Bob. But as he used the helmet's magnifying specs he noticed that Bucur's body was barely kept in by his clothes, dilated pupils, and a faint glimmering dust at the corner of his bloodied lips. Bob was right, Bucur was a super...but only because he was dusted up. Bob gives a brief but rousing quip to encourage his fellows just Bucur was about to grab the fallen case of Diamond Dust only for it to be snatched away by the human blur known as the Jersey Devil. This irritated the man to no end and snatched up the fallen pistol the crotch cradling thug was holding prior to the fight. "Give back the case, pest!" The man yelled before immediately firing off three shots from the pistol against the wall climbing hero as Bob clipped the case to his person.

Bob dodged away from the attack but of the three fired, one hit the hero while the others harmlessly hit the wall he was on prior. The bullet would have hit Bob square in the ribs but with a bright flash of light, the flattened bullet fell harmlessly off his clothes and onto the floor. "A shield? You cowardly shit!"

"Oh my God it worked perfectly!" The sudden excited outburst caught Bucur and the thugs' attention and to focus on Manny. The sudden shift in attention caused the young man to dodge behind a sofa that got promptly got riddled with bullets. Miraculously, Bucur missed all his shots and not even the drugged out VIP was hit by the bullets. Bucur angrily threw the gun at the sofa Manny was hiding behind...which did far better than all of his shots as it actually hit Manny's helmet as he peeked out of cover to make a quip. "Man you suck at shooti-Ow! That hurt you asshat!"

Down in the dance floor...

Talia's lacerations did their job with vicious efficiency as the bladed end of the ribbon cut deeply into the thug's wrist and pulled him back into the crowd and away from Talia and Link. Blood squirted out of the deep wound in rhythm to the thug's heartbeat. The sheer sight of blood squirting out of his injury caused the thug to begin panicking. "Argh! FuckfuckfuckFUCK!" The thug muttered like a mantra while trying his best to staunch the bleeding.

When Link hit the floor and the thug that tackled him was trying to properly grapple him in preparation to give the hero a pummeling of a lifetime, three gunshots cut through the blaring music and caused all of the party goers to flinch and wonder what was going on. A number of gunshots answered their collective wonder and panic erupted from the dance floor. Dozens upon dozens of bodies began pushing, shoving, and running for the nearest escape route as they quickly realized that someone was shooting a gun in the nightclub.

In the confusion of the stampeding crowd, Link easily got a hit on his attacker and lodged his finger spike deep into the soft tissue of the thug until he felt the shoulder blade causing the thug to immediately jump off Link and got promptly pushed away from both Talia and Link. But as the chaos settled down, only the two heroes were the only ones left on the dance floor...well them and the three new thugs that entered the club proper after hearing the shots and wading through the panicked crowd. "Ah damn it. Heroes are attacking again! Guys, dust up if you have any Diamond Dust on you; that's the only chance we got against these freaks!" A thug said to his fellow thugs before pulling out his pistol and firing blindly at both the prone form of Link and to Talia. Hoping that he'd drive the two heroes into hiding while his buddies got dusted up enough to get an upper hand against their attackers.

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With his focus and adrenaline, Bob barely registered that he had been shot, let alone that the shield stopped it. His mind had drifted to something else... some When else. He was remembering a lab, gunshots, his friends cries of pain and fear as they were mercilessly gunned down before his eyes. If the eyes of his mask could change colors with his moods, they would be glowing red.

As the big man was distracted by shooting at the Grey Gadgeteer, Bob tossed the briefcase behind the couch with his companion as he bounced off the floor, aiming for the wall behind Bucur. Only to use and amplify his momentum to rocket off that wall and fly claws first, at the big man's legs. He was aiming to trip him and be able to have his momentum push him past to the other side before the man fell on him. But with his hate filled mind, his main objective was to drive his claws into the tendons in the back of the man's knees, ripping and tearing them as he went through.

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As he leaned himself up off the ground, he could feel his own pulse in his ears. His heart was racing and it didn't seem like things were ready to slow down. As reinforcements his the floor and called upon the meta-inducing drug, Link resigned to the fact that this had only begun and was about to get worse.

It was the flash of light at the end of the thug's gun barrel that sent Like into a state of near catatonia. A fraction of a second moved like an eternity. The loud, thunderous cracks of the bullets' combustion quickly stirred him back to reality.

He could see the glowing tip of a billet coming straight for his eye. he tried to scurry back, but his speed was no match for the projectile's velocity. With a frightening spark and static sound of electric discharge, Link witnessed the bullet's trajectory get rejected and refracted by none other than his personal protective shield.

Oh thank god, Link mentally exclaimed. He took advantage of the opportunity to fully push himself to his feet and make a mad dash for cover. In a single, liquid motion, Link dashed and dove toward the bar, awkwardly landing on the otherside where patrons weren't typically permitted.

He quickly patted his body down, trying to find any bullet holes or wounds. He appeared to be intact. As he peaked over the edge, he tried to determine how Talia had fared through the ordeal.


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"The frigid heart that I have is gone, but don't think I'll just let you go."
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Abilities: Agni is a controller of dark fire, using both Fire and Dark elements at once. After some training, Agni changed his style of fighting. Now he places exploding spheres on random places and he can generate small bombs made of dark fire. Due to his changes, he abandoned his Devil Lord Form.
How you could work in a team: Offense.
Personality: Agni can be rather clumsy when it comes to sociable. Since he became more outgoing recently, he isn't able to talk to a person without sounding sarcastic or cold and in some situations, he can't fully express what he means. He became more kind and attentive. Even so, if he makes an enemy of a person, he'll definitely rever to his previous state with him/her, being frigid, sarcastic and definitely mean.
Other: Agni's weapon is a special 8-card set created by his friend Cruz, which he gave the name of Undefined Fate. It's his way of shooting and setting the exploding spheres and bombs, although he can still do that with his hands. The cards float on battle.
Also, he has a cellphone made too by Cruz so they can keep in contact with each other.
Card Tosser (Special): Agni toss a card at the enemy or shoots it at a random space to set it as a trap.
Blazing Line (Special): Agni creates a line with his cards and explode all of them at once.
Shadow's Step (Special): Agni uses dark fire to increase his movement speed when evading.
Exploding Shield (Special): Agni surrounds himself with the cards and generate a concentrated explosion around him. The explosion is unable to destroy incoming projectiles.
Maniac Shooter (Super): Agni shoots all cards at the enemy. Once he stops shooting, he explodes the cards, one by one.
Bombard Whirlwind (Super): Agni spins the cards around himself or around the enemy and generates explosions.
Devil Full House (Super): Agni traps the opponent with three cards. He converts the reamining five into a single glowing card and toss it at the ground under the enemy. The card explodes and raises a pillar of fire.
Eclipse from the Scorched Earth (Ultra): Agni's ultimate attack. Converts the 8 cards into an fire orb and expands the fire until it becomes a sun. *Similar to Fujiwara no Mokou's Last Word in Urban Legend in Limbo, but with a defined area.*
History: This Flare is not the same as everyone. At least, not in time. He came from an alternate timeline where Mana-Scrpit has fallen once again. Luckily, everyone who studied there managed to escape, but that drastically changed the fate of the entire world. Since the academy had a renowed name, its destruction could meant to radicals the possible end for magic's progression. Thus, witches and wizards, sages and
necromancers, magical creatures opened the curtains for a never-ending battle to define the future of magic.
Flare had escaped with Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia, Lynda "Lyn" Hermit and his familiar Cerberus to the Hidden Realm of the Technomages, where Cruz came. They all knew that this wouldn't be a safe place for so long. Then, the technomage king took the decision to flee through time, so they could restart everything and prevent this from happening. Lynda, however, had warned that there were those magicians of time that could freeze them forever if they went to the past. Flare suggested that they search for another timeline, where they had never met before and where history was way more different. All of them agreed with the idea and went to this timeline through a special code/spell that Cruz had access as a King of the Technomagicians.
Upon arriving on the timeline, all the progress that was done by them to restore the Realm went back to zero. But the revival became a secondary plan, since the fate of the world was more important. With the help of Cerberus, the group managed to take their "past" selves and put them into a deep slumber. After that, Pamela spoke about Mana-Script, reminding them that the tragedy could begin from there once again. Not mattering all the possible risks, Flare decided to go and be the eyes of them in this new Mana-Script, so he could try to prevent that all those bad memories happen again...
Main Theme: Spring-colored Wings ~ Devil/Angel
Battle Theme 1: Labyrinth Walker
Battle Theme 2: Bright Smile Madness

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Chen let out a small snort as he watched everyone interact. He opened his eyes and they glowed blue as used the power of The High Priestess. He scanned everyone here and frowned. They were weak. So, so weak. He hit the Meruin girl and he blinked a few times in surprise. She had so much magic. As in she knew many types of Magic, she herself was quite weak. The others were barely better, Azrael was some generic Elementalist along with Aleksandra. The Agatha girl held no interest and Sloth... what the hell?

"I can't scan him? What?" Chen got out of his seat and moved closer to Sloth in Ana attempt to get a better read on his powers. "Nothing. This is insanity." He muttered under his breath. This year just got interesting.

[Assistant] Charles would glance around the room, seeing people begin to interact with each other... he would almost seem smaller in size than he was earlier.. in terms of magic he had little to none.. but then again his main attribute relied more on his stamina and physical body than anything else. he would look at some of the people that seemed nice when they had introduced themselves, and thought about speaking to one of them.. but then his shyness kicks and he starts thinking about what if they wasn't really so nice.. and he curled up in his seat thinking this.. almost looking to be even smaller.

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Agatha looked down at her body.
"I'm sorry. My moods reflect in my Aura. I'll try not to be so curious. This is the main reason why I am here. My name is Miss Agatha Rose Merriweather Pendragon.I know it is quite a mouthful so just Miss Agatha will do. I am not sure that I have another talent or ability but I am good at gardening and making potions.

May I sit next to you? I noticed that you have been drawing basically non-stop since I noticed you. Perhaps you have a photographic memory?" Agatha spoke gently as she tried to calm herself. When she is calm there is no Aura to be seen around here.

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Everyone seemed to be very informal, moving about the room freely even though all of the students had yet to be introduced. Was this the level of discipline these students showed their institution? Azrael sighed, slightly disappointed. It seemed many held open contempt for those they thought to be weaker than themselves. His Masters had taught him that the measure of man was not how he treated his equals, but his subordinates. They had said a wise human had said this and they had thought it a pertinent lesson. It seemed many of the students' studies, while extensive in arcane study, was severely lacking in the philosophical. Out of those introduced, Azrael made a list. A few had very vibrant pools of energy, although they were obscure to the boy, further proving his own assumption that his education was sorely lacking.

Two students seemed to have taken a rather instant liking to each other, Agatha and Apollo. Chen and Slick seemed to be two sides of the same coin of confidence, while one seemed to have arrogance the other simply held a self-aware pride. Charles the shapeshifter seemed to be very shy, but not short on a want to be included. The last, Meruin, she seemed to be distinctly different than the others and similarly unaccustomed to life among the masses. Perhaps she would be the next that Azrael would talk to, for her mana held countless numbers of characteristics that he couldn't begin to unravel. "She must be very well educated... I might want to start a friendship with her, it would help immensely with my search for the Spirits." Azrael thought to himself. She might even help him find three of the most obscure of the Spirits: Metal, Time, and Void.

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BGM: Beautiful Days

As the last person left, the boy bite his own tongue. He was really nervous since he was really not good with being social like that. Even so, he stepped on the stage, looking at everyone.

"H-Hello, everyone. My name is Agni Blackheart, but you can call me as Flare. That's... uh... a nickname that a friend gave me and that I'm proud to have.", he said and thought about everyone back at the Hidden Realm of the Technomages. The dimwit, yet famous diva Pamela Armellia... the rowdy and uncontrollable hermit Lynda "Lyn" Hermit... and his best friend Cruz Meister. He sighed that no one would be here with him, but he wouldn't give up studying on Mana-Script just because of that. "In any case, I hope we get along... I think...", he said, scratching the back of his head and finally leaving the stage.

[Assistant]
Chen glanced at Agni while he had the High Priestess activated and immediately wished he hadn't. He covered his eyes quickly and yelled. "Ah god! What was that? So many numbers!" He fell out of his chair and activated The Fool in order to deactivate his other powers. He looked around and glared at a few others. They were weak, not worth his time. He got up and reactivated the High Priestess, careful to not look at Agni again. It was now when he caught sight of Azrael and reanalyzed him.

"You... Azrael." Chen walked over to him and stopped a few feet away. "Did you come here to grow stronger as well? To further your abilities?" He asked as his eyes glowed a bright emerald green. Azrael was quite the intriguing fellow. At a cursory glance he appeared to be pathetic. But upon closer observation... "I'm going to enjoy fighting you."

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Kenney walked to the podium and stood there for a good minute or so to let everyone enjoy there little ice breakers amongst them self's. He quitely opened his palm and a pistol appeared in his hand. Continuing to keep a calm posture he pointed the gun into the air and fired it once. Hopefully that got some of the students attention.

"Hi everyone the names Kenneth Belle but you can call me Kenney!" He shouted unequiping his gun and then equipping a M24 Remington sniper. "To continue with your attention I'll be calibrating my sniper." Kenney pointed his rifle into the crowd looking through the scope in some the students direction. Once he believe it was adjusted enough he cocked it back and continue to motion back it forth toward the crowd.

"Now this sniper is my prize weapon at the moment besides my favorite pistol but that is for another day." He said releasing his grip on the rifle. It quicly vanished when he let go of it. "I hope we all get to know each other better!" He shouted walking off the podium quickly shoving his hands into his pocket.

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Apollo nodded as he attempted to ignore the Aura. He then looked up at the stage. The other two semeed quite interesting, also the man in the back and to the front of him, was it Chen and Sloth..yes they were very interesting to him. Apollo then looked at Agatha. "As a matter of fact yes I do...Also, Pendragon? As Arthur Pendragon? Or no relation?"

Just as he finished asking the question, Agni walked past him he felt a burning sensation in his chest, making his Aura flicker in many colors, that was the sword Ascalon wanting to get out. He started sweating but stayed calm and collected.

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Azrael was slightly unnerved by the spectacle Chen had made of himself, why had he seemed in such pain? He positively jumped out of his own skin when Kenney had fired into the air. He'd never heard such a loud sound outside of thunder and the roar of a dragon! Once his heart had resumed its normal pace, he noticed Chen approaching him. Oddly enough, the boy's eyes seemed to be a different color as well. "What magic would do that?" Azrael thought to himself.

He stood when Chen stopped and said that he would enjoy fighting Azrael! What could make the students so hostile? The boy wasn't sure if the challenge was made in malice or competitive spirit so he answered. "Well yes, I did on request from my Masters and my own wishes... but why do we have to fight?.. Chen, right? I hope that we can be friends, since I see only strangers." Azrael took a step forward, bridging the gap between the two enough to offer his hand for a greeting. Commune with the Spirits had always taught him manners and respect, yet this boy made his hackles rise like a rabid mountain lion would. Chen thirsted for combat and Azrael could practically smell it. Yet, a want for confrontation meant he was sure of his abilities and therefore more powerful than the usual student. Az could learn from such a person.

[Assistant] The movement of Kieran's former headrest had him flop over onto the chairs, the stirring woke him as he sat back up in the chair and yawned, stretching his arms up as he did. He rubbed his eyes and looked around seeing that everyone was mingling. while there was still time to make an introduction he didn't want to draw any attention to himself and figured there'd be time for that later so he got up out of his chair and walked over to a side wall. He took out one of his sword handles as a straight blade formed on it, he then leaned on the wall and propped himself up with the sword to keep from falling over as he tried to keep himself awake.

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"There is a distant ancestor by the name of Arthur Pendragon who was a king and his father Uther Pendragon. Arthur would be my 3 great grandfather and Uther would be my 4 great grandfather. I am not at all sure about the amount of greats since they are so distant.
What about your family? Apollo is a god and so was Eros. There must be an interesting story behind your name." Agatha spoke calmly. She no longer had an aura surrounding her body.

[Assistant] Flare (Agni) went and sat not too far from everyone, but not too close at the same time. He saw how Chen fell upon a gaze at him and predicted that it was thanks to Undefined Fate, his weapon. Since it was made by a Technomage, it was made with Data, so many numbers and other symbols could be inside the eight cards. He excluded that it were his dark fire, since he left his position as a Devil Lord for a while. Still, Flare took the cars out of his pocket and started to play with them in the air, while paying attention at the rest of the introductions.


[System]
Alias: Flake
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Appearance:

His eyes are often bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from sleep, and his body is usually deprived of food. Dirt crusts all of the jet-black hair on his head, the likes of which he never styles and rarely cuts. He never shaves, instead opting to use a dagger to cut hair off when it gets too long for his convenience. Usually, this means he has facial stubble and relatively short hair. His teeth are more-or-less aligned, and are mostly yellow, but he has one missing tooth on the right side of his lower jaw. His jaw is fairly sharp, and his chin is rounded. Overall, he has a rough look to him.

His body is lean and very muscular. He has dense bones, dense muscles, and thick, calloused skin. He is about average height, 5'8", and weighs around 130lbs. His strength is divided about evenly between his upper and lower body, and he is extremely agile. His body is iron-hard from years of combat, and he wears many scars on his exposed flesh, many of which he treated himself.

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Personality: Harsh and exacting, but seeks moral good. Makes puns and jokes to himself. He has great wisdom and charisma, although he isn't too knowledgeable about much aside from economics and combat. His main personality feature is his control over his emotions - he doesn't like it when people learn more about him than he learns about them, so he takes great pains to blank out his expressions when around hostile influences. In addition, he is a loner, but is very sociable. He likes to play with other people and to learn from them as much as possible. His playfulness is rarely more prominent than a mere mischievous tendency, but he is prone to making games out of otherwise boring situations even when it inconveniences others.

The one most important part of his personality is that he is rarely serious. He jokes a lot so that he can keep himself thinking. When he stops thinking is when he becomes most dangerous, since he defaults to analysis of his surroundings, and consequently, the weaknesses of those around him. He is only serious when he is in a truly challenging situation, or when his life is at stake, and he rarely offers mercy or consideration to others when in this state, despite his tendency for moral goodness.

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Backstory: Flake grew up under the close observation of her father, who was the captain of the Talgot city guard. Talgot was the capitol of Kiodomn, the kingdom in which he lived. Sheckels were the main currency, and thirty were needed each month to provide modest accommodations and enough food for one person to survive. His childhood wasn't very difficult since his father earned enough for the family, but one day, his father didn't return from work. After that day, Flake and his mother tried making a living on their own, but his mother ended up starving herself to keep her son alive.

To avoid squandering his mother's efforts, Flake ended up trying to join the guard force of Talgot. He learned after joining the guard that it was a burdensome job full of ass-kissing and chores as opposed to actual fighting, so he gritted his teeth and bore with it as he searched for another job. During this time, he weighed three options: he could try to get an honest job like a guard, he could join in competitions to make money, like a bar-fighter, or he could get an illegal job, like an assassin. As he searched, he found the perfect role model, and thusly, the perfect job: The Bounty Hunter.

He immediately quit his job as a guard by challenging the guard captain, Drake, to a duel. He ended up winning the duel, then used his fame to march into the Sweeper's Hall and ask for a bounty. From that day forward, his legacy as a bounty hunter began. He would spare many of his victims if he saw it morally right and they let him exchange their lives for proof of their death. He only had to kill a few of his targets, and even then, he never did so by accident. The Sweeper started to respect him quite quickly. But that's when the Hardest Night of Winter came along and he earned his nickname, "Flake."

The Hardest Night of Winter is an event that he rarely talks about due to how gruesome and horrific it was. The word "genocide" would be inadequate for describing the event. A mixture of snow, thunder, and monstrous creatures attacked the town and darned near annihilated the guard forces. But Flake teamed up with Drake and repelled the creatures by analyzing their attacks and telling Drake what to do. Drake himself gave Flake the nickname since he supposedly, "danced through the wind like a snowflake, untouchable, unseeable, heartless, cold, and deadly." Flake decided to keep the name, since it was the first and only accolade he had to his name aside from his successful bounty hunting.

Immediately after getting the name of Flake, the Sweeper of Talgot honored him with the unnamed bounty they had in reserve. Flake eagerly accepted it, completely unaware of the lasting implications of doing so.

And so the story continues...

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Equipment:
- Armor: He has a set of leather armor that covers his body from the base of his neck to his ankles, leaving only his hands and feet exposed. Beneath the leather armor is a set of thinly-woven steel chainmail and thin cloth padding, and there are metal ribs along the forearm sections of the armor. He wears dark leather boots with iron-plated and cushioned soles.
- Weapons: He uses a straight, 50cm long falchion with a smoothed and ergonomically designed ebony handle and a weighted pummel. The hand-guard on the weapon is minimal. He has three balanced daggers arranged parallel to his oblique. Additionally, he keeps a composite shortbow with a draw weight of 60lbs in his rucksack(unstrung).
- Carrying Equipment: He has a rucksack with 2 cubic feet of volume and 40lbs of carrying capacity, one quiver with 20 arrows, and a bandolier that can hold up to 3 daggers. He also has a coin purse that is almost always empty.
- Other Equipment: Varies. Usually he has a set of spare clothes, a mirror, and at least one day's worth of food and water in his rucksack. Sometimes he carries extra supplies or equipment to carry out a bounty.

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Raine watched with wide eyes as a beaten, yet familiar face appeared in the door--or rather on the floor in front of the door that led to the top of the staircase.*What the hell s he doing here?*The assassin knew that Flake could be quite a mischievous trouble maker but she did not think that he would do something bad enough to get thrown in here with her. Unless...*He must have done this on purpose then...but why?*Raine knew that she would not get her questions answered if she continued to ask them to herself so, once the guards disappeared back up the stairs, she stood up from her bed and walked over to Flake. As she got closer, she raised a questioning eyebrow that she was sure that he could see.

"What did you do to get thrown in here and why?" The assassin asked, suddenly wondering if he had done it to help her escape. Whatever it was, she was sure that he had done it for some important reason. As she waited for a reply, Raine silently examined the male: it looked as though someone had kicked him in the face repeatedly before stepping on the rest of his body as well. Of course, she was probably exaggerating a bit but that's what it looked like to the girl at the time.

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Flake noted that Raine did not respond immediately, to his surprise. As he wiped a bit of blood off his face, he saw Raine approach him from his peripheral vision. "What did you do to get thrown in here, and why?" Raine asked, her tone dripping with curiosity. Flake felt around his mouth with his tongue to ensure he didn't lose any teeth, then he responded, "long story short: they think I'm a traitor," with a nasal voice. He was gradually starting to feel the damages he had taken as his adrenaline drained away, resulting in a lowered capacity to retain a neutral expression.

The man had taken quite a few hits, but he had taken them well. The only signs of major damage were present in his face, where he had a black eye and a few bruises. His fighting experience and solid muscles absorbed the hits like armor. It was well noted that the hits he took were not made to kill him. His broken ribs were an unavoidable result of getting beaten, but his tunic was still fully intact, thus there was no visible sign that he took any hits below his clothing. He checked to see if his nose was still bleeding as he finished the last words of his comment, but pinched his nose again after a few drops of blood leaked out.

He then spat out a bit of blood which leaked into his throat from his nose-bleed and paused. Flake needed the time to collect his thoughts and suppress the signals of pain and fear running across his mind. With a somewhat retained composure, Flake looked over at Raine, still pinching his nose, and continued, "I suppose we are traitors…murderers betraying murderers." He then looked towards the ground, where a few drops of blood had pooled, and asked, "how long do you think they'll keep us here?" slumping forward slightly to examine the liquid on the floor.

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Raine was too busy looking at the horrible condition that he was in to completely pay attention to what he saw saying. "Geeze Flake. Did you let them run all over you or something?" She mumbled, watching as the blood fell from his nose to the floor. He looked as though he needed medical attention now, but Oruin wasn't going to return from whatever he did during the day until later and she was almost sure that the guards would ignore her if she tried calling for help. Flake would just have to deal with it, but she was sure that it wouldn't bother him that much,...at least she hoped that it wouldn't.

"They can keep us in here for as long as they want. We're 'traitors' and they do not want to put the public in danger by letting us go...And sit back, you'll make the bleeding worst." Raine said as she gently but firmly pushed back on his shoulders until he was sitting upright once more. "Now, of course we don't*have*to stay in here for the rest of our lives...we can always find a way out of here, ya know?" Flake was a smart man; Raine knew that he would be able to think of something that would get them out of this mess. "Also, you'll just have to deal with any pain you're feeling until night falls. Oruin won't be back until then." She add, unaware that she had said her friend's name as if Flake was supposed to know who it was.

[Assistant]
After a slight pause, Flake got an unexpected response from Raine. "Geeze Flake. Did you let them run all over you or something?" The bounty hunter looked over at her in confusion, opening his mouth to talk, but instead spat out more blood which was collecting in his throat. His nose-bleed was clotting, but there was still enough blood floating around to pose a minor annoyance. Flake wasn't a doctor by any sense of the imagination, but he knew enough about blood to know that he'd be fine soon. His confused expression returned as she finally answered his question.

"They can keep us in here for as long as they want. We're traitors, and they do not want to put the public in danger by letting us go," she responded. Flake was satisfied with this answer, so he leaned forwards again to stop the blood from leaking back into his throat. Suddenly, Raine continued, "And sit back, you'll make the bleeding worse," as she gently pushed him back, further surprising him.*What is with her? She's acting like…*he thought, his train of thought interrupted as he started listening to Raine continue speaking.

"Now, of course we don't have to stay in here for the rest of our lives," she pointed out, "we can always find a way out of here, ya know?" Flake managed to suppress the urge to grin after hearing this: he needed to keep Delta Six a secret for awhile longer. "Also," she continued, "you'll just have to deal with any pain you're feeling until night falls." This point did make Flake grin. He had dealt with pain far worse than he was feeling now. Raine then explained, "Oruin won't be back until then."

After Raine had finished her speaking, Flake cleared his throat of blood once more, spitting to the side of the bed, then scornfully responded, "The only medicine I need right now is rest. I appreciate the concern, but choking won't make my nose stop bleeding any faster." He paused for a moment after saying this, pushing Raine back so he could lean forwards once more, then, with an intrigued look, asked, "who's Oruin? Never heard of him."


[System]
Character

Age: 19

Bio: Having been born just a few years after the Heartless and Nobodies appeared, life wasn't exactly easy. Mai's father was a part of the New Shinsengumi, and her family needed someone to succeed him should he fall in battle. Being the only offspring of her parents, she was raised and trained in the ways of the blade. Her dexterity proved to be a challenge at first, as being a southpaw in a group of orthodoxes meant that everyone would have to adjust for her, and her to them as well whenever they would spar or be partnered together. While she never neglected her studies and duty, her only wish was to be able to travel the world on her own.

One day after finishing her duties, the city her family was living in was suddenly invaded by a horde of Nobodies. Although she was told to preserve her strength and help with the injured, the sight of her father being wounded in battle sprung her into action. With a quick swing of her blade, the Nobody that had injured her father disappeared into nothingness. What she had in hand however, was no longer the blade that she had been practicing with, but rather, a Keyblade. No one knew what it actually was, but it was capable of defeating the Nobodies and Heartless that had been plaguing them with moderate-to-little effort.

Shortly after, Mai was frequently brought out into the fray due to her ability to combat the Heartless and Nobodies more easily thanks to her newfound weapon. Although her parents were against it due to her young age, they couldn't deny Mai's will to help however she could to deal with the threats that frequently popped up.

Despite her best efforts, sometimes her best wasn't enough. At times, the amount of casualties and even comrades of hers to fall were high. Being the only one who could properly combat both the Nobodies and Heartless, her constant fighting for over four years has been taking a toll onto her body. Although it doesn't come up often, Mai has started having an unconscious fear that one day, her body would break down and no longer be able to fight and move.

Personality: Upbeat, energetic, and very easily excited, she is always eager to meet new people and learn new things. She is also very loyal to her family, knowing nothing but their own teachings and lifestyle across the years. Aromatic food and sweets will almost always guarantee her attention, and she has a soft spot for children. In battle, she drops her cheerful demeanor in favor of a more serious and calculating approach. While she is no master at strategy, she is a demon in duels.

Skills: Being an adept in the ways of the blade, Mai is very good at Sword-based skills, however, she knows little-to-no magic. But she does have the capacity to learn them should she have a capable mentor to teach them to her.

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Fredrick Arwell

After a long while of grandiose talk from people he knew nothing about, it was finally time to unwind. Rick was introduced to his room. "Nice digs." He comented shortly before he closed the door, took off his Tuxedo and shoes, and chilled with a bottle of wine. Ricky felt like a king, lounging around on his spacious king sized bed in this spacious room. Man, he thought, this was the perfect room to end a day in. Ricky landed a new high paying job, even if it was dangerous, but that was the norm for Ricky. Now all that was left to do was sprawl out on the most comfortable bed he has felt in ages and drink himself to sleep. He knew he would need every precious minute of sleep before his next mission.

His last thoughts before passing to dreamland was spent wondering who the other three new arrivals were. However, he figured he would have that all sorted out tommarrow, cross that bridge when he gets to it.

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"And here's me without a toothbrush." Mac sighed and fell onto the bed.

It was soft and smelled faintly of lavender as did the rest of the elegantly furnished room. It made Mac want to vomit, every place even remotely like a hotel seemed to want to drown a person's nostrils in some sickly sweet smell.

"You don't even have a mouth." Cheese dismissed his joke from the doorway, stood examining it and the room with arms crossed. "At least it smells better than London. Just as much metal though." She sauntered in, keeping her hands securely in her jacket pocket.
"Well you didn't have to come along. You could've stayed home and looked after the club." Mac twisted on the bed to face her. They both knew he was wrong. "After all it is Key-bladers like me they're after."

Mac then stretched out his hand and focused. The air under his fingertips shimmered and shone with light, Cheese felt the air bristle with magic, bringing forth Macs Key-blade. It reminded Cheese of a drawing someone had half started one way but then changed their mind about mid way resulting in the weapons tip curved a different way than the shaft and handle had hinted at.

A knock at the door; it was two 18 or 19-year olds, the first one being a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing blue silk robes and carrying a staff. The second was a tall, well-built male wearing black special forces armor, but carrying only a shield emblazoned with a double-headed eagle in his left hand, and a basket filled with apples, grapes, oranges, bananas, and other fruits in his right.

"Gift basket!" said the Blond. "Oh, and my name is Damianos Sardis, Wizard, and my friend is Giorgios Kyros, Warrior. We've come here to see how you were liking the surroundings, and also to answer your questions."

Had Mac had eyebrows he would've had them raised in mild surprise. Luckily enough Cheese did so for him.

"Oh, urm, thanks" Cheese accepted the basket, keeping her eye on the shield trying to determine what it was made off.

"oh nice, purple grapes." Mac plucked one such grape, having come over to investigate, and held it to the screen of his face where it then simply vanished. "Better than the green ones."

Cheese merely shrugged, she didn't really care. "I'm a fairy." Mac stiffened in shock beside her. "Metal burns me and there's a lot in my room. Could you remove it all?" She could sense all the magic in the air, so assumed that with so much magic about a magical creature wouldn't be all that surprising.

"All right," spoke Damianos, as if not relishing the prospect of hard work. Pointing his staff at the room, he said: "Transmute!"

And with that, all the metal in the room became plastic polymers. Of course, Giorgios' shield, which was made up of Mythril, was unaffected, but the young warrior kindly strapped it behind his back once Mac took the basket, thus ensuring that it won't be facing Cheese.

Mac simply stared as Cheese moved cautiously to her room across the hall to investigate. She rolled up the sleeve of her jacket and applied her elbow to the door handle, grinning happily when it didn't burn her skin.

"Thank you." The relief almost visible as she spoke. "I really appreciate it."

"How did you?" Mac pointed a finger at Damianos and then towards Cheeses room. "What spell was that?" Not for the first time that day Mac had wondered if he taken something he shouldn't have last night night and forgotten about. "No chanting or anything? Not even like, tears of the puppy or something?"

"Could teach me that spell?" Cheese drew up also.

"Multiversal Magic System," Damianos quipped, "it relies on your willpower, Mana, and your ability to visualize things. And, sure, I can teach ya," he faced Cheese. "Warning, though, I'm a harsh taskmaster."

"So," said Giorgios, "how do you feel about our Basileus and Bassilisa's task? I'm sorry if he's given you something too dangerous." Mac and Cheese had been in the throne room all along when the Emperor and Empress had made their exposition, but had been invisible thanks to Cheese's fairy magic.

Cheese and Mac shared a glance for a moment, an unspoken conversation taking place.

"Seems simple enough to me." Cheese shrugged. "Just go around and find these Princesses and fight the Heartless while doing it."

"Still makes my head hurt a little bit though." Mac rubbed the top his head for emphasis. "God I was stunned when I figured out that just the Fae Realm existed, but that there are actually loads of other worlds out there? And we're dragging a few thousand people with us too"

"At least they chose to go to other worlds." Cheese spoke with no small amount of venom in her words."They're soldiers and fighters and such. They know what they're getting themselves in for." She looked over at Damianos and Giorgios for confirmation. "Right?"

"They do," spoke Damianos, "but if you're implying that we sought you and Mac's services because we wanted to hurt you for nothing in return..." his eyes were furrowed in barely concealed anger.

"Now, now, Damnianos, I don't think our guests meant that!" Giorgios then looked at Mac and Cheese. "Right?"

Cheese blinked, almost flinching, with confusion. She hadn't meant that at all, but now that Damianos had spoken it her guard had snapped up into position. "And what if you wanted to hurt us?" Her own magic was already pooling angrily at the back of her mind, just itching to escape through her fingertips.

Mac quickly stepped in. "It ain't about you lot she was talking about." As much as he wouldn't have minded seeing who would win in a fight Mac felt it best that neither he or cheese caused too much trouble. "So just cool it alright? Like honestly, you lot jumping around like that almost as bad as the bleeding Tories."

Cheese simply glared between Mac and Damnianos.

"Damianos, apologize," Giorgios said, causing the Wizard to say:

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, okay then." Cheese let her magic go, no harm done. "I'm sorry as well." The apology was more direct at Mac this time, who simply shrugged in response.

"Well, this has been a fun evening and all but I think that, if your don't mind, I'm gonna head to bed." Mac clapped his hands together, once the basket of fruit was safely on the dressing table.

Cheese sighed, looking somewhat tired herself. "I might do that too. Mind teaching that spell at some point though...Damianous? It would be a big help."

"You dare turn the frying pan at home into plastic I will not be impressed." Mac jokingly warned her, earning him a very unimpressed look.

After a quick farewell and thank you Cheese and mawent into their own rooms to sleep and rest after a surprisingly exhausting day of events.

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While Shahrukh and Seth were resting, Tocsax began walking towards Mai, before saying to the silver-ish haired Japanese girl:

"So, how are you holding up?"

Mai took a moment before responding. "I'm not sure myself." A pause. "Everything still feels so sudden," she says as her left hand grips harder onto the blanket that was covering her. The girl looks up to her new companion and meets with his black eyes.

"What about you? Are you alright with all of this?" Another pause from her. "If we somehow fail, we might end up having to kill you." Her voice shaking a bit as she finished her sentence. "I know that I just met you and all, but something about this just feels... wrong."

Tocsax smiled at that.

"To be honest, I'm afraid of death, to know that I've regrown a Heart and must sacrifice it for the sake of someone whom I haven't met, well...let's just say that if I had not grown to love the Multiverse, I would have just...ran away." The eighteen-year old boy would then stare at Mai's very light green eyes.

"But it's funny, looking at you, I realize; people don't deserve to die just so I can cling on to life a few years longer."

Mai was speechless. "Of course he would be scared. Anyone would be," were resonating in her mind. At the same time however, she unconsciously says, "Is it really worth it?", outloud.

She never liked using a life for the sake of a goal. Even if it is this Multiverse that everyone talks about. Even if the life that's to be used is someone that she doesn't know. She'd rather have herself in that position. She knows that it's hypocritical of her, but that is how she felt.

The girl then stands up from the side of the fountain and onto the garden floor. "I won't let you die, Tocsax." Her eyes and words full of determination. "Somehow. Some way. We'll do this without us needing to get to that point."

Mai then smiles towards the boy. Perhaps the most genuine one she's had in a long while.

Tocsax beamed back, his heart feeling lightened by Mai's words.

"Thank you," he said, "and in exchange, I won't let you die as well." Because I like you, and you're beautiful.

"Very well. Let's get to finding those Princesses of Heart then," the girl starts walking towards her room. Unsure of what to do next, perhaps sleeping in for the day would help reset her negativity from the seriousness of everything that just transpired.

After passing by Tocsax, the atmosphere was interrupted by Mai's stomach suddenly grumbling. She felt the blood rush up to her face in her embarassment. The girl proceeds to try and cover her very red face with the blanket she was holding. "I- Uh... haven't had anything since this morning." With one eye peeking out from under the covers as she turns towards the boy, she continues, "I-is there any food available?"

"You can call for Room Service," spoke Tocsax. "I'll instruct you on how to do so, if you'll permit me."

And with that, he walked to where Mai's room was, ready to teach her how to use the intercom...


[System]
Race: Cat girl - Beast Folk
Class: Warrior Mage

Blessings:
 Immortality - She doesn't age.
 Partial vampirism - can drink blood and draw power from it.

Inventory:
Magic vault bag - has the storing capacity of 1x3 meters chest.
Many random trinkets
Gold and gems.
Amazon clothing.

Necromantic bone scepter – boosts dark magic.
Vampire necromantic robe – boosts dark magic.

Adventurer's clothes - sturdy set of comfortable clothes, suitable for every adventurer.

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Alex fought against the soldiers, mildly examining this newcomer. The stranger wasn't all bad, considering they were both severely outnumbered and they were plowing through them. The Death Knight couldn't help but wonder who this exactly was, she had such a strange powerful air around her. Was she some sort of race of warrior similar to a Amazon or something? This world sure did hold many secrets and lore that she had yet to discover. Then again, she had been dead for most of her time here so she suppose she had a good excuse for knowing shit all. Perking as a hunk of ice was launched at her, the tall woman tsked before swinging her demonic sword and it basically obliterated the frozen water. Kicking chunks of it back, some enemy spellcasters shouted in panic as they tried getting out of the way.

Two of the large men, a Berserker, charged her. She stabbed the first that grabbed her arms though the second swung a axe down on her. Ducking to the side, the blade scraped against the right side of her temple, causing blood to drip down and cover the right side of her face. Still, it felt oddly refreshing to see her own blood spill. Made her feel alive and feel it pumping and pounding, ready for battle. With the swift flick of her wrists, she decapitated both men's heads.

Eyes narrowing as squadron of Paladins came forth with a enormous leader. It was rare to see anyone taller than her and growled in response. Smirking as he chattered, she pointed her blades toward him. "All I hear is all bark instead of a bite! Like those tiny little lapdogs that sit in your rulers lap. Guess there isn't much difference." she sneered before looking to see more of those glowing hair women join the battle. And soon enough, what looked like a airship. Whoever these women were, they sure brought a lot of firepower it seemed.

As the stranger pretty much said she will clean up the rest, Alex paused briefly. The more rash side of her of course wanted to kick these guys ass. But another was worried over the Queen and Naisha. Her best friend and lover had been pushing herself and it was a bit concerning. It felt weird being separated as well, even if it wasn't too far. Turning to the strange woman, the Death Knight nodded and smirked. "Alright, but you better hold your word and beat these assholes. Or I'll come do it for you." she said before quickly returning inside.

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Karette grimaced as her fists clenched the bed's furs. A familiar presence and voice soon was heard and the Queen managed to open her lilac eyes to try and focus on the one she wanted to see most. Giving a slight smile as she felt her lover wrap her arms around the Amazon's head. Soon closing her eyes again as the witch used her magic to assist Karette in her time of agony.

"Krieli'nas... It's good to see you." she mumbled, feeling a great sense of relief wash over her.

It didn't take long for Alex to bust in the room, instantly going to Naisha's side and put a steady hand on her shoulder. "You doing okay?" she asked softly.

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"Heh, don't worry I will." Selie're said with a smirk as the death knight retreated towards the city, leaving only the army of women with glowing hair outside. The paladins hadn't been prepared for this. An Arcadia's warship appearing along with a full warband of warriors, this was beyond any expectations. The arcanas never left their lands before, their entire military force was always concentrated in protecting their own territories.

 "Tche… cursed witches…" The head paladin swore under his breath as he signaled all present soldiers to attack. He himself began retreating from the battle, no way he was going to die fighting an Arcadia's warship on ground. He was the elite of the elite, his was going to be the glory and the laugh at the end of this!

 He was already some distance away when the arcanas and his soldiers. When the airshop opened fire, the strikes impacted upon the empire's army, he ran away a great distance. Suddenly he sensed a stir in the air and looked up only to see two women blocking his path. They were dressed in what would only appear to be armored dancer clothing and had long glowing hair. They were beautiful… yes. Beautiful enough for one to forget they were armed." Out of my way!" He shouted, swinging a great hammer, but in a matter of a single moment the women vanished from his view. A beautiful calming song filled the air as in the next moment he felt four piercing pains as he had but a moment to see that now he had 4 swords stuck in his chest." Sorry mister paladin, but your head will make a fine gift for our new mistress." Both of them said in melodic unison as they cut his head and headed towards the amazon village.

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"I'm sorry my love, it took me longer to come this time." Krieli'nas said with a calming smile, still weaving her spells on the wounded amazon to sooth her pain. She felt pain just by looking at Karette in that state, but it was not lost. She felt the poison weaken inside the proud queen. Her lover was going to live and when she was cured of this poison, Krieli'nas was going to give her the great news… about the new life that was growing inside the witch. This was going to cause some chaos… she smiled

 Naisha's mind was strained at the moment as she struggled to fight the poison in all cells across the queen's body. She in number of times almost lost it and the poison nearly invaded HER in return, but managed to beat it. Surprisingly for her, when the witch showed up, Nai felt her power returning. Most likely Krieli'nas channeled her some energy. With that additional power, she managed to fight the poison off a long faster. In fact by the time Alex returned she had nearly finished purging the evil from Karette's body.

 "Alex… I … did… it!" Nai shouted as her body went weak and fell onto Alex. Everyone was amazed, what should have taken a day, she did in about an hour, maybe even less than that. Still the queen was wounded and the cat girl had not the power to heal the wounds or the tissues and muscles damaged by the earlier trashing around of the powerful amazon. Nai turned to the blind elf who by now should have managed to regain some of her power." Almathea, your magic should be able to heal her now. I need… to rest now."

 "The queen will live… she will be strong again, maybe even stronger than before." Nai stated, watching Karette from Alex's arms." How did things go outside? What's with those explosions?" Naisha asked in confusion. The battle was clearly not over, but Alex had returned. Did that meant they were winning or was it that they were losing?! SHe asked herself in horror, but it didn't seem to be a losing battle. She heard no explosions on the inner side fo the walls and there was a strange humming noise comming from the air above the town.

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Karette gave a soft sigh, relaxing and allowing her body to sink and relax against the furs. Opening her eyes again to look at her lover. "It's alright my love. I'm just glad you made it back safely." the Queen smiled, reaching slowly and gently grasping the witch's hand. "I was a little worried there... That I would have join my Mothers before you returned. But I have Naisha and Alex to thank for curing me." she smiled, taking a few deep breathes. Her body ached and was sore, but at least she didn't feel like she was dying.

Alex quickly wrapped her arms around Naisha and held her close. Blue eyes softening in concern over her tired companion. Smiling in relief and kissing the top of her head. "I knew you would." she grinned before looking at the blind elf who reached up and touched Alex's temple. The Amazon's bloody face staining the pale fingers as magic emitted from them. Healing the injury she recieved from a axe.

Amalthea turned her head slightly toward Naisha's voice and nodded, moving to the Queen's bed and moving her hands over her Queen's body. Alluminating a light green glow and casting her healing Magic.

Karette breathing eased a bit as the magic worked its way through her body, healing the torn tissue and muscle.

Thinking a for a moment, Alex grasped Naisha's hands comfortly as the cat girl started to panic. "We sort of got reinforcements via airship and a lot of glowing haired women. They're pretty tough, and looks like they'll be able to handle the rest." she answered.

[Assistant]
"Yes. I called my old people to aid us." Krieli'nas said with a smile and now that Alex mentioned the glowing haired women, Scarlet snapped her fingers as her own hair quickly began glowing with a bloody red color.

 "So you called for help and an airship came?" Nai asked in confusion. Back in Spira the airships were pretty costly things. Here in this world she knew they existed also and were still used for long range transport and military uses. The fact one came meant that Krieli'nas was pretty well connected." Yes, they will explain it later when Karette recovers. They came here to help with the defense of this kingdom." The witch said with a smile, gently running her hand across her queen's hair." Now I will ask everyone who isn't helping anymore to leave the room!" The witch stated as she shot the amazons around with warning looks to get going. She wanted to let Karette rest in quiet while Almathea was finishing with the healing. Of course that didn't include Nai and Alex who were already considered in the Harem." Thank you, you two." Krieli'nas said and looked at Alex and Naisha." I wouldn't have managed to survive to lose my love yet another time like this." She said and hugged the queen.

 Nai blushed somewhat when she saw the sincere expression on the witch's face. She cuddled into Alex more and whispered." What the… she looks so innocent right now. It's making me feel embarrassed." Nai wasn't used to people thanking her so sincerely.

 "Which reminds me, now that the room is basically empty from the all excess people, I can tell you the big news." The witch said, placing a hand on her stomach." Karette, I will be a mother soon. I carry our child!" She said with happy voice.

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The Queen chuckled softly as her lover shouted toward the others in the room, watching as the Amazons jumped at the command as well as a few elves, blink a bit before quickly leaving the room. Mostly everyone knew to do whatever the witch said since she was the Queen's head concubine as well as advisor. Karette knew they were just concerned but she was pretty tired and her body was still sore. Smiling softly as Krieli'nas embraced her, Queen Karette leaned into it and kissed her cheek tenderly. "I'd never leave you. Even if my body crumbles one day." she reassured.

Alex blushed slightly as well but smiled at Naisha, holding her closer and cuddling. "Well.... Guess the toughest of people can show tenderness to whom they love." she chuckled as she thought about it. She herself was a pretty good example about it. The red head always had a bit of a mouth, a temper, quite a bit rowdy and wild to others. She could hardly think of a time where she was particularly mean to Naisha though. More like a happy big puppy following her around. Not like she'd admit that though.

Karette blinked a little curiously as the witch said she had some big news. "Oh?" she said with a amused relaxing smile. Wondering what exactly her lover had to say. Of course, she was quite surprised and it took a moment to take in what Krieli'nas said. Her lilac eyes blinking a bit more, smile disappearing so her face was one of confusion before her body immiedietly sat up as she stared at her lover. Her face soon brightening in one of absolute joy.

Amalthea jumped a little at the Queen's sudden movement, her hands gingerly tapping against the Queen's arms in order to get a good situation on the Queen's new pose. "Your Majesty, please don't move so suddenly you'll reopen your wounds." the blind elf girl said softly, but she had a soft smile as well before continuing her magic, just in case Karette's erratic movement caused some extra damage.

"Really?! That is wonderful news Kri! We're going to be mothers! Best day ever! I can now die happy." The Queen cheered happily, acting like a giddy teenager, before embracing her lover, lovingly pressing their lips together.

"Please don't." Amalthea chuckled softly.

"Whaaa.... hooow?" Alex said in confusion, blinking a bit as she tilted her head at the happy couple. Did the witch go find a man and assist in babymaking or something? Or maybe it's some strange unique magic? If it was, she couldn't recall anything like that back home. It was kinda interesting and cool in that case. It made her imagine a mini Alex and Nai before shaking the thought bubble away.

[Assistant]
"Yeah… That's why I love you too~" Nai chuckled and cuddled into Alex more. She loved the knight a lot and was ready to give her life for her. In a way she already did that once, but was ready to do it again if she had to. Now that they both were basically tamed by the amazon queen, she had feeling for Karette as well and was sure Alex did too.

 Naisha's jaw dropped when the witch let the happy news hit them. She was… pregnant? With Karette's child!? Nai's reaction was exactly like Alex's – HOW THE HELL DID THAT WORK!? Her face was bright red, watching the Queen kiss the witch. She then calmed her mind a little, reaching the conclusion the witch maybe had some weird magical way of that working out.

 The cat girl also caught a glimpse of something in Alex's eyes. She knew her lover well enough to know what the knight was thinking about almost certainly. It also made her think of the same thing – how would their child look? Would it have those… cat features and be big and strong as Alex? Both of their pondering faces must have caught the witch's attention for she smirked and looked at the other two concubines after the kiss with Karette ended.

 "What's this, do you two also want to have a child?" She asked teasingly with a smile. She was completely meaning her question cause she could have made it happen. Though considering those two wanted to travel, she probably wasn't going to have it happen soon. Still it was fun to tease them." So what do you say Alex, want our cute little kitty to carry your child?" At those words, Naisha's face grew bright red and she let out a cute confused noise.