[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Mudkip
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos.

Requested Legend(s): Rayquaza, Latios, Jirachi, Deoxys
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 13
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] "They'll be fine after they get healed up." Liam's mother stated. Liam went to heal them up before the battle with Drake.

[Assistant] "That's good to know," replied Shiranui.

[User]
It was time for the next match. Liam was facing Drake. This was a match up that had happened in the Dragon Cup. "Hello, 'Dragon Master'" Drake began. "In their natural state, Pokémon are wild living things. They are free. At times, they hinder us. At times, they help us. For us to battle alongside Pokémon as partners, do you know what it takes? Do you know what is needed?"
"If you don't, you will never prevail over me!"
"Altaria!" Drake called.
"Goodra!" Liam called.

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"Ice Beam!" Liam ordered. Altaria's right wing was hit, making it crash to the ground. "Dragonbreath!" Drake ordered. The attack hit Goodra for a fair amount of damage.
 "Draco Meteor!" Liam called. The most powerful Dragon move rained down on Altaria and KO'd it. Next, Drake sent out Dragalge.

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Dragalge used Dragon Pulse. Goodra was in poor shape. "Draco Meteor!" Liam called. A weaker version of his last attack was fired and hit the poison/dragon. Sludge Wave finished Goodra off. Liam switched Goodra for Jiriya.

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"Water Shuriken!" Liam ordered, The move hit four times. Drake called for a Thunderbolt.
"Dodge with Agility!" Liam ordered. Jiriya began acrobatic manuvers to avoid the crashing bolt of electricity.
"Sludge Wave!" Drake called.
"Use Gunk Shot!" Liam called. He minimized the damage, and negated the chance of sludge wave poisoning him, but gained no other edge from this round.
 "Spikes!" Liam called. a set of spikes scattered on Drake's side of the field. Drake called for Dragon Pulse, which did a fair amount of damage. Liam called for another layer of spikes. This time Drake called out Hydro Pump. Jiriya was on his last leg. Liam called out for Blizzard, which finished Dragalge off, Drake next called on Kingdra, who took some damage from the Spikes.

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Jiriya put out a layer of poison spikes before falling to Kingdra's Ice Beam. Liam next called on Sylveon.

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Sylveon used Fairy Wind, doing a good deal of damage to Kingdra. Drake ordered for Kingdra to use Yawn.
 "Push it back with Iron Tail!" Liam called. The ribbons on Sylveon began to glow white as the bubble was knocked back into Kingdra's face. Kingdra fired Hydro Pump and Sylveon used Draining Kiss. It hurt Kingdra badly who than went to sleep. Liam called Sylveon back and called on Grimm.

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"Gravity!" Liam called. Kingdra was still sleeping.
(Gravity 1)
"Hex!" Liam called. The attack did extra damage since Kingdra was asleep and KO'd it. Flygon came out next. Due to Gravity, Flygon was forced onto the ground, while the two sets of spikes and poison spikes took their toll.
(Gravity 2)

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(Gravity 3)
"Ice Punch!" Liam ordered. Flygon took a good deal of damage from the manuver. Flygon used Screech to distract Grimm and followwed it up with Boomburst.
(Gravity 4)
 "Another Ice Punch!" Liam called. This was a critical hit, that due to the poison, finished off Flygon, Drake next called on Haxorus. Liam sent Sylveon back out.

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(Gravity 5)
"Moonblast!" Liam called. the blast of pink energy barraled toward the dragon and hit it in the gut. Haxorus used Iron Tail and got a direct hit on Sylveon.
(Gravity subsided)
"Draining Kiss!" Liam called. Sylveon's ribbons wrapped around the dragon's head and pulled it down to Sylveon, who than planted a big wet kiss on it, draining a good chunk of health. Poison zapped a bit more of Haxorus' health away. Liam sent Grimm back out, and Grimm was hit by Poison Jab. Haxorus just barely survived the poison.

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"Gravity!" Liam called. The gravatationl pull powered up again and Grimm was KO'd by a critical hittng Shadow Claw. Sylveon went out again, Haxorus now succumbing to the poison, and swapped for Salamance, who became poisoned.

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(Gravity 1)
Drake made a comment about expecting no less from a "Dragon Master", but this was still going to be when Liam fell. He activated Mega Evolution and used Zen Headbutt.
 "Protect!" Liam called the green shield saved Sylveon from the move.
(Gravity 2)
"Thunder Fang!" Drake called.
 "Draining Kiss!" Liam replied. As Salamance charged in with an electrified jaw, Sylveon used the chance to kiss the dragon, taking about as much healing as it did damage.
(Gravity 3)
Salamance was on it's last leg and used Crunch. Sylveon threw a Shadow Ball in its face, KO'ing it.

"Superb, it should be said." Drake commented. You deserve every credit for coming this far as a Pokémon Trainer. You do seem to know what is needed. Yes, what a Trainer needs is a true and virtuous heart. It is through their contact with Trainers that Pokémon learn right from wrong. The influence of their Trainers' good hearts helps them grow strong!"
"Go! Go onward 'Dragon Master'! The Champion is waiting!" Liam got his Pokémon healed and had them all out along the sidelines, giving them a pep talk before Steven got there for the battle.

[Assistant] Shiranui and Numeru cheered for Liam after he beat Drake in a full battle.

[User] Before the final began, Looker showed up. He congradulated the heroes on how far they made it, and also wanted to thank them for all of their help with Teams Magma and Aqua.

[Assistant] "Apparently it's all in a year's work with us," Shiranui replied.

[User]
It was time for the final match in the Champion League. Liam took one box while Steven stood in the other.

"Welcome, 'Dragon Master' Coleman. I was hoping I would get to see you make it here one day. Tell me… What have you seen on your journey with your Pokémon? What have you felt, meeting so many other Trainers out there? Traveling this rich land of Hoenn… Has it awoken something inside you? I want you to come at me with all that you've learned. My Pokémon and I will respond in turn with all that we know!
Let it begin! Skarmory!"
 "Hitmonchan!" Liam called.

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"Fire Punch!" Liam ordered. Hitmonchan's fist became engulfed in flames as he ran toward the metallic bird.
 "Toxic!" Steven ordered. Hitmonchan was badly poisoned, but landed the attack on Skarmory.
(Toxic 1)
"Fire Punch again!" Liam called. Skarmory began to say in the air. "Mach Punch the ground!" Liam called. Hitmonchan used the momentum to reach up and grab Skarmory, slamming the fiery fist into Skarmory's back.
(Toxic 2)
"Skarmory, Aerial Ace!" Skarmory brushed Hitmonchan off and charged in to make the move.
 "Finish it with one last Fire Punch!" this time it burned Skarmory, though it survived. Aerial Ace was critical, and the Toxic finished Hitmonchan off. Liam next called on Jiriya.

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"Jiriya, Water Shurikren!" Liam called. The move hit five times, and stiffened up Skarmory's body, making it crash to the ground stunned.
 "Now, Power up Punch!" The move hit and KO's Skarmory. Clairol came out next.

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"Water Shuriken! Liam called. The move hit twice. Claydol used Earth Power. and got a critical hit. Liam recalled Jiriya and sent out Grimm

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"Grimm, use Shadow Ball!" Liam ordered. Claydol used Protect to stop the attack.
 "Shadow Sneak!" Claydol was hit. Steven than ordered Earth Power again. Grimm used Shadow Ball and KO'd Claydol, who was replaced by Carabink.

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Carabink used Moonblast and Grimm's Shadow Ball missed. Grimm tried to use Ice Punch, by Carabink used Power Gem. Grimm was KO'd by this and replaced by Sylveon.

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A long battle ended when Sylveon smacked Carabink with Iron Tail and Carabink hit Sylveon with Psychic, resulting in a double knockout.

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Since a side (or in this case both) lost three Pokémon, there was going to be a short intermission.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Bugbear
Class: Barbarian
Level: 2
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: See persona section of the linked character sheet.

Backstory: In the middle of a grassy field stands a large rock. This rock is known to the locals as the Snoring Stone, a name it gained after people began to hear loud snoring with no discernible source when passing the rock sometimes. People were unsure of what to make of this weird phenomenon until someone made too much noise near the rock and the snoring turned to angry yelling. After that, people became convinced that a spirit had made its home in the rock and began leaving it offerings of food, drink, gold, and other kinds of gifts, hoping that this appeasement would calm the spirit and dissuade it from following through on the threats it had made to those who disturbed its slumber. These offerings pleased the spirit enough that it forgave the disturbance, on the condition that the offerings continued.

With the arrangement made, things returned to normal for a time. The Spirit Of The Snoring Stone rested peacefully in its rocky home and the locals regularly brought it offerings to keep it that way. Eventually, a brave and desperate carpenter decided to wake the Spirit again. Before the Spirit could begin angrily making threats though, the carpenter begged the Spirit's help with a problem no one else could help him with. Upon learning that the carpenter had brought a much grander offering that usual to convince it to help, the Spirit eagerly agreed. The very next morning, the carpenter awoke to find the solution to his problems awaiting him on his dining table. Overjoyed by the end of his woes, the carpenter told others of what had happened.

After that, many other locals came to petition the Spirit Of The Snoring Stone for its aid. A shepherd who had lost some of his sheep would find them tied to a post the morning after visiting the Stone. A fisherman whose usual spot had dried up found a map to a pond full of much tastier fish nailed to his door after asking the Spirit for help. And when an angry mob asked for help in tracking down a murderer, they found the murderer's corpse an hour later, clubbed to death and beheaded.

One day, a farmer arrived at the Snoring Stone out of breath and in a state of panic. His house had caught fire, no one could put it out, and his family was trapped inside. He offered everything he had in exchange for his family's safety. "Go 'ome an' wait." The Spirit said. "I'll do the rest." And so the farmer hurried home to where his wife, children, and elderly parents were still trapped and prayed to the Gods as he waited for the Spirit to come. Suddenly, the door burst open and the farmer's parents rushed from the house just before the fire blocked the way. Then, each window in the house smashed open, allowing one of the farmer's children to climb out of each one before the flames blocked those exits too. With no way out left, the farmer, his family, and the assembled crowd watched the burning house as they wondered how the spirit would rescue the farmer's wife. Their answer came when one of the house's walls gave way and the farmer's wife emerged from the hole... cradled in the arms of an enormous bugbear.

The bugbear, who went by the name of Brutrumukk, revealed himself to be the so called Spirit Of The Snoring Stone, having played along with their beliefs to sponge off the offerings the locals had brought to the Snoring Stone, which he explained had a hollow interior and a secret entrance. Remembering all that the 'Spirit' had done for them, the locals refrained from driving the hulking goblinoid away and decided to let their current arrangement stand due to how helpful Brutrumukk had proven himself, even if the black-hearted bugbear had only helped for personal gain.

A year after settling in the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk was rudely awoken one day by the sound of a certain multiversal carnival being set up right next to his home.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

Day Count: 2 (349)
Kill Count: 1
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 1
Most Kills in an Encounter: 1
Most Kills in a Round: 1

[User]
Tsak Vlos

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Tsak wiped the excess ink from the goblin's arms. She had spent the last three hours, tattooing and applying ink to the arms, torso and back of one of one of the goblins who traveled with the circus. He had been doing favors for her, mostly doing the dirty work she really didn't want to do, in exchange for what seemed to be random bits of art all over his body. Hearing the music in the distance, she realized the Big Top Extravaganza must have started. Panicking, she asked the goblin to quickly put her gear away for her, threw on her uniform and lunged up into the air, taking flight so she could quickly get there. Once she arrived, she would fold her raven like wings behind her and enter the tent. She was there to stand on stand-by in case one of the witchlight hands were needed.

[Assistant]
Witchlight Carnival
The Fourth Hour

The Big Top Extravaganza

The mood is still bright as the crowd talks amongst themselves, the party included, and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Tsak arrives just in time for the event to begin.

The lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd. A second later, a spotlight illuminates a lithe, elven figure sitting in a silver hoop, suspended above the center ring by silk ropes. The elf wears a dazzling suit of diamond-pane mirrors and a pair of butterfly wings. His scepter is topped with a spinning vane.

"Welcome, one and all, to this evening's extravaganza! I am Mister Light. Prepare to be delighted!"

As he gives his call, music began to play the 30 second musical intro, crescendoing until finally a clamshell bathing pool finally opens to reveal Palasha the mermaid!

Mister Light calls to Palasha excitedly while taking on the role of Ringmaster, "Take it away, Palasha!"

As if perfectly time by Mister Light and the music, Palasha begins to sing. This is no mere serenade, but a jubilant song of joy and excitement that encapsulates the wonder of the Carnival.

As she sings, the water moves about on their own, creating sculptures and dancing figures in time with Palasha's singing and lyrics. During this song, faerie dragons also appear, and fly with different colored streamers fluttering behind them. It is a perfectly sung and choreographed piece that captures the audience's attention. Once the song finishes, the audience applauds.

The mermaid takes a bow before the clam bathing pool closes and attention is directed to a bugbear wearing a jack-o-lantern helmet comes up, with Mister Light introducing him as Burly the Bugbear. He proceeds to entertain the crowd with feats of strength. Each object he lifted was heavier than the last, and at the end, he lifted all of those objects at once with just one hand!

The show continues with a series of acts: Acrobats, fire breathers, clowns, and even Candlefoot! The once silenced Mime contributes to the show by playing silent games with some of the audience members. He doesn't say anything to the party, but he gives them (more specifically Brutrumukk and Jub) a wide and joyful smile as he tries to get the party to play a silent game as well.

After a finale with Palasha singing and all of the performers on center stage, Mister Light takes the stage once again and calls as they applaud, "Thank you! Thank you! You're all too kind!"

He then calls out, "However, revelries are the best especially when talents and acts can be shared! So, I ask you Dear Audience, before ending this extravaganza: Who among you would like to share your acts with us?"

Mister Light has just given the audience a chance to perform!

If you would like to perform, it will be a Performance check. If there's more than one party member performing, this will be a group check. ^_^

[User]
G A B R I E L

Gabriel hadn't escaped life on the streets for nothing, who he was with every fiber of his being was carefully and meticulously groomed to be a performer however he was no garish entertainer nor was he some jester or fool.

Nay he was a swordsman and a damned good one, his hands were quick to play with the basket hilt of his fine rapier as he listened to Mister White. A habitual tick if you will as Aurora might have guessed, yet now it meant something different, it was a challenge. It was a dare to draw, to cross steel. And then he did.

Shing

Blade flashing in the low light of the spectator seating the shine of his rapier was like a star against a night sky, it's hum like a dissonant melody that slowly faded.

Wordlessly the bard leapt into the circus ring, onto the dirt floor deftly rolling to his feet before the likes of Mister White with a bow "I will share my talent sir," he threw off his vest looking to the audience "A duel, a show of arms but I will need an opponent..." it was as much of a challenge as it was a request, but who would answer it's call?

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk looked on in wonder as the extravaganza commenced. He cheered loudly when Mister Light introduced Palasha. When Burly the Bugbear performed his feats of strength, Brutrumukk idly noted to those about him. "I could top that easy." He watched the other acts eagerly. And when Candlefoot came to play his games, Brutrumukk was all to happy to join in. At the end of the finale, no one cheered louder than Brutrumukk. Just as he was about to turn to Jub and ask where they should go next though, Brutrumukk held his tongue as Mister Light offered the audience a chance to show off their talents. One of the people he'd been sitting with was the first to respond, entering the ring and calling on any member of the audience to face him in a duel. Brutrumukk was all to happy to accept.

Brutrumukk made his way to the front of the stands and vaulted into the ring below. However, before approaching the duelist, Brutrumukk made a stop at the weights that Burly had been using. He walked up to a steel barbell and, much the the confusion of the crowd, removed the weights attached to it. Brutrumukk's reasons for doing so would soon become clear though, as he picked up the barbell and attempted to bend it. For a moment is looked like he wouldn't be able to do it. But then his breathing became ragged, his eyed became bloodshot, and the barbell slowly bent by few degrees. But just as people began to truly doubt his strength, Brutrumukk unleashed a great and terrible roar and folded the barbell quickly and neatly in half with one last mighty push. "OI! KENKU GIT WHAT STOLE CANDLEFOOT'S VOICE AN' SAID MEAN THINGS ABOUT PALASHA'S SINGIN'!" Brutrumukk bellowed for all to hear as he held the bent barbell aloft. "IF YER OUT THERE, IF YOU CAN SEE THIS, IF YOU CAN 'EAR ME, TAKE A GOOD LOOK! WHEN I GET ME 'ANDS ON YA, THIS IS GONNA BE YOU!"

With that said, Brutrumukk dropped the barbell, turned to the duelist, and drew his morningstar and shield. "HRUGGEK!" Brutrumukk roared before charging the man. Brutrumukk fought with great strength and ferocity, shaking the ground and kicking up dust with every swing and strike. However, Brutrumukk maintained enough sense to remember that this was all meant to be an act and made sure his 'opponent' was never in any true danger from his attacks.

Bonus Action: Brutrumukk enters a rage.
Action: Brutrumukk rolls a 22 to entertain the crowd with feats of strength and combat prowess.

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub wasn't sure what he had expected upon questioning the human woman, but he had definitely not be prepared for the barrage of words he received. His eyes started to go slightly crossed as Zavakri continued to speak, and only returned to their usual state once the Big Top Extravanganza began, causing him to tear his attention away from the woman and his thoughts away from finding the kenku. Instead, he simply enjoyed the show, and like Brutrumukk, he cheered very loudly when Palasha and Candlefoot performed.

When Mister Light then called out if anyone wanted to join in with the show, Jub's ears perked up and he was about to stand... only to immediately sit down when the half-elven swordsman stood up, brandishing a sword, called for anyone who wished to duel with him.

Nope. Had it been a magic duel, he might have considered it, but sword-fighting was definitely not his forte, as countless failed sparring matches with his fellow goblins back in his tribe had shown him. However, Brutrumukk stepped forward to challenge the swordsman, Jub decided to take this as an opportunity both to show off his skills to a large audience AND to spotlight his new friend. He followed the bugbear into the ring, making sure to keep a distance from the fight, before attempting to use Prestidigitation to write Brutrumukk's names in sparks above the bugbear, as he had once seen talented firework artists do.

[Assistant]
G A B R I E L

"Oh shi-" raising his weapon, Gabriel deftly deflected the hit with his blade however the duelist bit his tongue with a pained wince as the force behind the bugbears attack was crushing. He spun on his heel backwards from his opponent, with a wide grin on his face and chuckled "En garde, then." it wasn't a fight to the death thus the riposte the swordsman struck was instead masterfully directed to the bugbears shield arm, in a moment where the swordsman saw an opportunity when Brutrumukk dropped his guard.

Suddenly the shield flew to the side as the swordsman glanced a blow off the bugbears arm causing him to release it. Then he held the point of the rapier to his opponents chest. The duel was concluded.

[User] Though his opponent thought the duel was over simply because he'd lost his shield, Brutrumukk still had his weapon and was having far too much fun to stop just yet. The bugbear swung his morningstar and deflected the rapier's point away from his chest. This allowed the fight to continue on for a little while longer, until finally Brutrumukk's weapon was also knocked away. Then and only then did he concede the duel. A grin came to Brutrumukk's face as his rage cooled. Once it had subsided completely, the bugbear let loose a thunderous laugh and gave his opponent an congratulatory slap on the back. "Good fight, mate!" Brutrumukk exclaimed happily. "Let's do it again sometime!"


[System]
* Age: Normally appears to be a young woman in her mid twenties.
* Gender: Female
* Race: Shoggoth Slime
* Appearance:
 What do you expect a Shoggoth to look like? Roses and rainbows? Well, she doesn't. Vel looks like she properly crawled out of a nightmarish realm of eldritch horrors. She might as well have. Her appearance changes a bit depending on the mood, but normally her slime takes the appearance of a nurse uniform or maid outfit.
* Personality:
 Vel is...well unsettling, to say the least. She loves cleaning. She loves taking care of others. She absolutely loves having to take care of people. There's some sort of primal urge there that she must satisfy. Indeed, she's both the perfect maid and perfect person to nurse someone back to health. Of course, she says prevention is much better than healing once sick - and since her body naturally seems to produce immune system boosting drugs among other things, she makes full use of that fact. Then why, you ask, is she unsettling?

Whatever you do, don't refuse her treatment. She will make sure you are well taken care of. Oh, and, well, she seems to uh, find some sort of...enjoyment in watching people get hurt. So there's that.
* Abilities:
 Shoggoth Physiology: While she is a slime, her body is slightly different than her gooey cousins, though they share many similarities. Ingesting liquid for example, will cause her to increase in size. Unlike her cousins however, Shoggoths can digest almost anything given enough time, and can use it to increase their mass should they desire. As well, her body has a surprising amount of natural durability. She most sharp objects just pass harmlessly through her, or get lodged in her body, only to be digested. She can form tentacles, morphing to grab, reach, and restrain things, and while her physical ability isn't individually impressive, having an entire shoggoth restrain something could get difficult. As her body is naturally sticky and secretes a viscous fluid, her grip is something else entirely.
 Cleansing Blood:
 Vel's body produces a rather potent mix of health aides naturally that can heal a number of ailments as well as improve the body of something that ingests them. She has learned to both utilize this as discreet injections (her favorite method), and through well, magic. She can increase a persons resistance to certain ailments, temporarily increase someones physical ability, agility, reaction time, mental acuity, etc, you name it. If its a physical function, she can supercharge it in a person.
With some side effects which may require you to stay in her care

 Purposeful Malpractice:
 Too much of a good thing, can be a double edged sword. She can affect others with potent 'debuffs' of many kinds. Poison, a paralytic venom, a narcotic that makes them drunk, unable to tell friend from foe - you want her to affect a persons physical state, she can likely do it in some fashion.
* Skills: Cleaning, cooking, taking care of injured patients, what more could one expect of a maid? That is what she is, and what she always will be.
* Backstory:
 Vel's a shoggoth. A rare breed of slime that is an inherently servile species. Ready to serve their employers and whosoever happens to be in their care. Their origin is a obscured in mystery, but its said their a race of slimes that were once in service to some obscure, now-extinct nobles of Terra Nova. As you might expect, this has made Vel a fairly adept maid and caretaker.

 Born and raised in her families clinic in the once prosperous land of Silver Sun. Vel was quick to pick up on both maidenly duties and nursing. Her jobs were simple as a little Shoggoth - clean, and take care of the patients, which she was more than happy to do. And when she came of age as far as Slimes went, she decided she wanted to test her skills and learn more about how to properly take care of others. So she left Silver sun and traveled for a time, whereupon she applied to work alongside a rather uppity Slime who thought herself a maid.

 Just what was that brainless ooze's problem? Trying to outdo her like that when she wanted just a friendly competition! The nerve of that slime, always starting things when they should much better be working together. That was fine though. As a top-maid and caretaker, she wouldn't let herself be outdone. Such competitions would continue every time they met in their work.

 After some time, eventually the Shoggoth heard of Silver Suns ailments. Worse, the Clinic was taken! Now, now, that wouldn't do at all, would it! Silver Sun was now without its best medical practitioners! She couldn't let that stand! So she traveled back to Silver sun, deciding that she would rid the town of what ails it and help in whatever method she could - and start by getting her Clinic back.
* Origin: Nova Terra

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Arisia
...She was falling.

It took only a moment for her to notice the wind brushing against her skin, her clothes flapping in the air, and the feeling of slight mortal peril brought on by her sudden descent. This wasn't exactly how she'd expected to be introduced to this new world, to be perfectly honest.

"...Hmph..."

It was only for a moment, of course. With a slight twitch of her head, Arisia's descent began to slow until it was like she was sinking through molasses. The others quickly left her behind as they made their own descents, although soon enough her feet touched the ground behind... What looked like a girl, although she'd never once seen a girl with horns and a lizard-like tail before. Was she one of the others that had been falling with her? Hesitating for a second, Arisia reached forward and gently tapped the lizard-girl on the shoulder.

"Hello."

Her voice was deadpan, and didn't betray any emotion.

"Were you invited here as well?"

[Assistant]
... Well the fact that one of the people she summoned into a giant snake big enough to seemingly cause an earthquake was a little bit surprising, that much was true. So much that Lila had almost been completely knocked off her feet, but she'd managed to catch herself at the last second! Stumbling into view and falling on her face wasn't the kind of introduction she wanted at all, the dragongirl really had to leave an impression and let everyone know just who she was and what was going on, and that meant not floundering about! These were people from all different worlds, whom she had specifically scouted for their power. One of them being able to turn into a giant snake wasn't too shocking at all!

Lila took a deep breath.

This was the beginning of the restoration of Silver Sun!

... Wait, where was the sixth champion? Lila was certain she had summoned six, but she only saw five people fall... Did something go wrong? Was one of them lost?

Oh no, that would be ter-

When a voice came from behind her, a finger tapping her shoulder, Lila let out a very unbecoming squeal of surprise. Her tail swishing wildly, the blonde-haired dragongirl jumped and stumbled forward...

For a moment, she emerged from the bushes, before tripping over her own feet with a yelp and falling flat on her face.

"... Ow ow ow..."

Daze@Rin@Styrgwyr@RolePlayerRoxas@TheFake@Pyromania99@Crimson Paladin@ghastlyInc@Rune_Alchemist@1Charak2

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Shiro wanted to tilt her head in interest at the person on her head... but there was a person on her head. A cute girl on her head! Really, this was all after to a wonderful start, even if she didn't have quite the best view whilst being used as a platform. There were some more cute girls falling, and running around... some guys too, she supposed.

Kamiko was treated to her platform lowering itself to the ground, then starting to disappear entirely, the snake reducing in surprise as quickly as it had grown, withdrawing from underneath the swordswoman and leaving her stood merely on the much less interesting ground. Shiro, for her part, dusted off her clothes and looked around in curiosity as the others started to introduce themselves or run. She'd have to take a closer look at the slimelike one later, she would be unusual.

All her thoughts were derailed when yet another girl came stumbling out of the trees, falling over. Oh my, what an opportunity this was, to help her up!

Lila might have appreciated the assistance a little more if the white-haired girl who had rushed to her side actually offered a hand and not... well, seemed intent on either tickling her or stroking her bare sides whilst muttering. "Ah... this must be heaven... so many girls... girls with scanty clothing... eheheheh..."

She was practically salivating.

@RolePlayerRoxas

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Leith Walton

Leith took the moment of pretend unconsciousness to collect himself, at least as much as one can after surviving a fall from terminal heights by the skin of their teeth and questionable physics. Well, unless his sense had failed him, he wasn't actually dead yet. Good sign. The screaming from earlier had not really yet subsided, though it had at least shifted from terror to mostly agitation on the speakers part. There definitely wasn't the sounds of a rampaging beast of legend and fire. And while he didn't have much basis as to what that might sound like, he'd wager it would be a sight louder than what was currently reaching his ears.

He was about to sit up and demand an explanation (provided no dragon was present, a caveat he'd never thought he'd have) when something slick slipped around his waist and wrist. Bravely, Leith called upon his vast cowerdly instincts and frozen stock still, hoping it was just some random fauna that had decide to investigate him and would leave him be once it figured out he was not food. The skin touch his was...bizarre. It was like someone had steamed a squid tentacle, filled it with gelatin and then gave it sentience. With its only set task being to molest anything that came near it.

"Hmm...lets see." Something chuckled with obviously dark amusement, the aformentioned analogy becoming a terrifying real possibility in Leith's mind. "...no pulse? Oh dear. Guess I'll just perform a burial here." It said, Leith feeling a rush of relief that this new creature was apparently both somewhat ignorant of his biology and apparently not so keen on necrophilia.

"..though I am somewhat hungry..." It added, Leith shooting up with a scream and diving a hand into his pocket to retrieve a foam bomb. "I'm alive! Get back you sav...a.." He started, his objections dying on his lips as he came face to face with a...vaguely nurse shaped mass of purple goo. He pauses for a second, trying to come up with some reasonable explanation for what he was seeing.

Failing to find one he turned his attention elsewhere. There was no dragon, thankfully. He made mental note to punish who made him panic like that later. There WAS, however, a plethora of young women (many of whom where wearing what he could only describe as fetish ware. Especially the buxom blonde one with the horns), a floating and presumably demonically possessed child, and a Knight standing there like this was just another Tuesday to him. One of the women, some sort of albino, looked to be on the verge of drooling.

Remembering that being eaten was still up for discussion, Leith threw himself into the Jello Nurse's arm. Practically,...no very literally sinking into her. But he liked his odds with her more than the clearly feral and ravenous albino. "Excuse me but what the hell is going on?! Who are you people! I am armed! And she had first dibs!" He yelled, hugging the slime for dear life and hoping the rabid white haired one and the clearly demon possessed floating child didn't decide to team up.

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(She has Cherry Pink Colored Eyes)

Dorothy barely made it ten paces away before gravity decided it didn't want anything to do with her anymore. The girl flailed about in mid-air in a panic until she realized that the big scary white dragon had somehow disappeared.

"Huh?" Dorothy looked around and realized that she was floating upside down, her earlier action putting her in such a weird position. Ironically enough, it was what finally gave her a sense of clarity.

"Fascinating..." She reached out to the ground above her in wonder. Dorothy had seen magic before but none that had an effect quite like this. Despite being upside down, she didn't feel her blood rushing to her head nor any kind of discomfort, quite the opposite in fact. It was almost like she was nestled in a cradle. The thought made her drowsy but the surrounding noises shook her off her reverie.

For the first time since her arrival, Dorothy finally took a good look around her. She was still invertedly aloft but for a genius like her, that was barely a bother.

There was... a colorful assembly of people gathered together. There was... a gentleman embracing some sort of dark slime-like lady in a dress. A swordswoman in weird clothes, an intoxicated albino, a horned-woman that looked disturbingly draconian, the last two stroking her nerves a bit, and finally, a thug surrounded in light fog.

"You there! Where are we? What is going on?" She pointed at the thug with her other hand on her waist. Noblesse Oblige demanded she acted accordingly to her aristocratic stature regardless of her physical one.

[Assistant]
Vel was not quite expecting such a vigorous reaction. The shoggoth tilted her head slightly as Leith shot straight up, screaming in an amusing manner as he reached for something in his coat. It was a good thing she was trained to hide her emotions, otherwise she'd be slimy puddle laughing on the floor already. But she'd be a bad nurse and maid if she openly laughed at her patients discomfort. Perhaps this would be a good reminder to not play dead in the future, if nothing else.

"Ah..." What was mildly unexpected, was the boy proceeding to try and bury himself inside of her. He was quickly sinking into her gooey body. She glanced towards the group of other gathered individuals. For a moment she had to briefly wonder if Lila would get mad if she absconded with one of the 'heroes' but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. No no, she needed to restrain herself. Restraint was good.

"A-ahem." Vel's body shifted, using a slimy appendage to pull him out of her body. "Young master, did you perhaps hit your head on the way down? You agreed to come here to help, as did others from other worlds." The shoggoth inquired. "While I doubt any seek to harm you, fear not for since you are in my care starting right now I will not let any major harm befall you." There was an emphasis on the word 'major' which might have been slightly concerning, but before he could question her, the nurse uniform seemed to shift into a more traditional maid outfit as she smiled. "Ah, silly me. I forget my manners when in front of something so fun looking. Allow me to introduce myself. Velktlthrih, a humble shoggoth maid at your service. You young master, may simply call me Vel." She clapped her hands, smiling in a fairly innocent and bright manner.


[System]
(Paired with Zelosse)

Level: Rookie
Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall.
* Fresh: Name: Tsubumon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads.

* In Training: Name: Upamon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch.

* Rookie: Name: Armadimon
Signature Attacks:
	+ Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe.
	+ Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws.
	+ Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball.

* Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

* Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

* Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed
Signature Attacks:
	+ Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.

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That was nice; it seemed that this Wisemon--whoever it was--had worked out that the strange group of students and creatures had nothing to do with the theft of its books and wanted to show them off. That was great and all but... she didn't really care all that much about going and looking at a book; that sounded too much like the detention they'd just gotten out of. Finding out why the baker girl was calling herself a queen or what Mr. Panic's problem over there was... those seemed far more interesting. Though Aoi shrugged, continuing to look Wisemon up and down in an eerily similar manner to how the digimon had judged her in the first place.

"So... what's it like being a magic librarian? Do you get a lot of visitors? I guess you don't do much lending, because I'd slap something to teleport books back whenever they're late rather than chase them... that's too much work," the white-haired schoolgirl said, trying to strike up a conversation with Wisemon.

"M-Miss Aoi! Is this really the time...?" the Sistermon asked, looking between her and Wisemon with a worried expression. She wasn't afraid of having to fight the demonic librarian... well, she wasn't afraid of losing, the fight itself seemed simultaneously exciting but terrifying. Had she the information to make a comparison, Silvia would probably have been thinking of rollercoasters. And the girl she had looked up to so much... it was becoming obvious that she was quite the sinner, if the skimpy outfit and professed laziness were any indication.

"Yeah? When else am I going to get to talk to this guy?"

[Assistant]
Kuroko put a hand on Buck's shoulder. The Digimon's muscles were tensed up and ready for a fight. But at the very least this Wisemon seemed to be willing to listen... for now. Kuroko gave Buck a gentle bop on the head to get his attention. "Calm down," she said softly, kneeling down. "If you do, I'll get you some snacks as soon as I can."

That got his attention. Buck's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?"

"Really-really."

"Okay, but for the record, if Wisemon decides to attack, I'm not going down without a fight." Kuroko frowned. She'd heard Buck say something like that before. When the two were sitting in an alleyway while people ran and hid from monsters, the little Digimon had made a promise to her.

"Just like you swore before," she muttered.

"Of course. But that Sangloupmon... he wasn't as strong as Wisemon. Even with modifications to our Digicores as Champion-levels, we still can't beat an Ultimate-level Digimon on our own."

"So you'd have to work in a team?"

"Absolutely, but..." Buck scratched under his chin. "Admittedly, I'm not much of a team player..."

Kuroko glanced at the others. "If something like the Yokai Incident is happening right now, I think that's gonna have to change."

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"Y-you dare insult my queen!?" Chessy seethed.

"Ohoho, aren't you the rude little thing," Estelle smiled, curls swaying lightly from a tilt of her head. "Well, I'll have you know, I'm no tyrant. I love all of my little chessmon and they love me." She patted Chessy on the head. Regardless, this was rather boring, wasn't it? Nothing interesting in this dusty old library at all.

"Tch, very well...but know that any further insult will be remembered and returned ten fold, cretin!" Chessy beat the front of his shield with his spear, a loud bang of metal and metal filling the area before returning to an at the ready position next to Estelle.

"Hmm...Wisemon was it? You don't supposed I could take a look around the other areas of the library?" Truth be told, she had no interest in helping this...creature. Not after it called her a tyrant of all things. Perhaps there might be a fun or interesting book or some other fascinating document here she could read. It'd certainly alleviate her boredom a bit.

[Assistant]
Wakana and Tinkermon

Wakana was a bit dumbfounded by the guy who almost looked like he was going to flip out and go on a tantrum or something. He... Seemed like he was going to be an issue in resolving this calmly if he kept it up. How annoying. The others... Well, they haven't attack the Wisemon yet though she was half-way worried about the little black dinosaur thing. It looks like its human partner had it under control for now though. Well, at least Wisemon was moving them along now and everyone seemed to go along with it. Well, everyone but the curl haired dumbass.

"Of course the idiot doesn't want to help the situation at hand." Wakana sighed as she heard Estelle mentioned exploring the library more. She went into the room with the books, curious about what they looked like. They looked like thick leather-bound grimoires. "Hmmm." Wakana mused as she looked over the ones remaining. "Hmmm. How odd."

"What's odd?" Tinkermon asked as she rested herself on Wakana's head. "The books?" The little pixie joined Wakana in looking over the books.

Wakana gave a silent nod as she moved her hand up to her mouth in a thinking pose. "Well. The books are a bit odd looking." One called to her. The one with the diamond shape on it. "Not to mention... I find it odd that Wisemon wouldn't know where it is or who took it if he knows what goes on in this library." She scratched her head and sighed. "Obviously, if it's true that Wisemon knows everything in this library, if he doesn't know about it, then it's not here. It's quite likely somewhere else."

Tinkermon's eyes lit up. "Oh wow, Wakana! You got really smart!" The small fairy said as she gleefully patted the high-schooler on the head.

"Huh? N-no... Anyone could figure that much out." Wakana sighed as the fairy continued her patting. She watched the girl attempt to touch the book earlier and noted there seemed to be no guard against touching it probably. "I'm curious who could have got to it before us. Well, it's that or Wisemon is lying to our faces." The girl continued to muse.

Tinkermon gave a forced laugh at something that was an obviously not a joke. "Hahaha... I don't think that's the case.

"Probably. Wisemon would notice there was no guilt in Wakana. None outwardly at least. There was a bit of agitation, though it seemed like it stemmed more from lack of information than anything about the room. Probably. "So, these books can cause a calamity. Bypass natural life cycle, increase power, intake data?" Wakana said as she tried to put the pieces together. She didn't have enough information on digimon to really say anything.

Luckily, Tinkermon was around. The small fairy nonchalantly spoke, "Huh. Thinking about it, that's kinda like Digivolving, ain't it?" She pondered aloud before getting that Wakana was confused by that. "Oh, right, so... You know how we mentioned Wisemon is an Ultimate level Digimon? It's like a stage of a Digimon's life. I'm a Rookie. Petermon is a Champion. There's a clear power divide between stages, ah! But, I can still beat up Petermon when I want to!"

"So, the books can be used to force that?"

"Ahh... Maybe. I don't really want to try it out myself. I'm happy as I am, thank you very much."

"So, someone came into Wisemon's library without him knowing and stole a book that can possibly cause Digivolving?" Wakana questioned aloud. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more this seemed like some fever dream she was concocting in her head. Well, whatever the case, that was the what, why and where. An old looking grimoire because it could possibly cause digivolution in this library. Who though? Likely wasn't Wisemon. Then who? Another human? Wisemon said Digimon can't open it at least.

Now she was invested in this mystery. It was like one of her books. "Caper in the Digital Library!" She giggled, electing a raised eyebrow from Tinkermon. "Either way, I didn't know that was even a thing... Wisemon. Wakana got his attention after he was done with the other... pedantic questions. "You don't remember there being other guests-visitors-invaders in your library before us? For a time before that book was stolen. Or, perhaps you talked to someone about these before?"

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Wisemon offering to show them the location of the books to 'jog' their memory came as a slight relief as it meant that hostilities were not quite open yet. Gil relaxed slightly, and followed Wisemon and the others into the room. With things slightly calmer, people started introducing themselves, so Gil felt it was as good a time as any to do the same. "I'm God-King Gilgamesh, and I'm an Armadimon," Gil declared, then turned to Wisemon, who had bristled at the mention of royalty, "But don't worry, I am neither a god nor a king, it's just a nickname. Makes me sound tough, right? But I get that it's a mouthful, so you can just call me 'Gil'."

As the others discussed the books and explained to the humans the details of digimon growth, Gil came up with an idea. Turning back to Wisemon, he said, "So, since you trust that we didn't steal your book, but are understandably distraught by its absence, maybe you could...send us on a mission to retrieve it! I'll put my life on the line to help you get your precious book back." Gil didn't know what a Wisemon was exactly capable of, but he assumed that Wisemon was some sort of magician-type, what with being surrounded by so much digital information, so his next suggestion sort of came from left field, "Do you know any, like, spells? I get that you might think I'm saying all this just so that we can escape, but maybe you could place like a beacon or tracking spell on me or something, so you can check on the status of our mission. And to make sure I stay on track, you can...you can make it an exploding beacon! Whoops! Haha, I mean, but just on me, of course..." He looked around sheepishly, afraid that he had just volunteered the entire group to a pretty messy situation.


[System]
Age: 24

Appearance: Ralena is an attractive young woman with blonde hair. She's 5' 9" and has an athletic build. Her hair is shoulder length. She is often seen in her battle attire, including iron armour, gauntlets and boots.

When not in her armour, she sometimes wears formal wear.

Skills: Various sword skills. Also skilled using a whip.

Equipment: Two swords, iron armour and a whip.

Personality: Ralena is not the most friendly person. Often seen as very serious. Because of her desire for efficiency, she is often seen as cold and tactical. Although it is not known if she has many friends, the few allies that she does have seem to be very powerful.

She listens to her superiors, but has a hard time working with others, especially on a team.

Biography: Ralena began her training as a knight two years ago. It is her desire to protect the kingdom and its people. It also seems that she has the intention of gaining rank as a knight, but her reasoning for this is not yet clear.

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Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.

"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.

"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.

[Assistant]
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.

Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.

"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.

I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.

A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.

"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.

Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.

The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.

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"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.

"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.

"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.

[Assistant]
Avon Ruhame

After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.

' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.

Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.

[User]
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.

"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."

Akira

[Assistant]
Dante

Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.

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"Right, sorry Sir."

Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich.

But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast.

"Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn."

She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.

[Assistant]
Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered.

"Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly.

She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.

[User]
Ralena watched as the form appeared and stopped the fruit from hitting anyone.

She stared at the male for some moments, a dull expression on her face, before seeing him walking over to her. With the mysterious male near her, she changed her footing; her sword sheathed on her left hip.

She looked at the male, before her expression brightened in marvel. "Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that?"

She continued the bright expression for a moment, before her expression went to its true, annoyed state, looking toward the others that were some several paces away. It seemed another person was there now. That's four.

She focused on the male that was near her again.

Her expression and voice stayed neutral this time. "Sneaking around? Not sure what you mean. And oh, sorry about that. It slipped from my hand, I would never throw anything like that on purpose at someone."

More people were coming this way.


[System]
Looks:
6 feet tall, strawberry blond hair, slightly freckling, pale blue eyes, lightly colored skin
Personality: I haven't quite decided. Let's see how he develops, shall we?
Abilities:
light manipulation: This ability is fairly basic. It is what it is, the manipulation of light. This can be in any sort of attack. Light weapons can be created, and the light can be manipulated into illusions and into enabling it's user to hide.

Cody can at the current moment manipulate light in a way that enables him to see the world, seeing figures, objects and the like by light, whether it is the presence of light or merely the absence of light.

He can also manipulate light in a way that gives him some defensive a and offensive properties, but this ability is quite new and takes a lot of of him.

Essentially, Cody is learning what he can do, but it is not in leaps and bounds.

enhanced touch: whether this is a super power or merely an effect of Cody's blindness, this is never the less useful

enhanced hearing: again, whether this is merely an effect of blindness, this is beneficial and is more then a typical blind victim.

History:
Cody was born to what could be a normal family. Well, normal for them anyway. It became apparent quite quickly that something wasn't normal with him. His eyes were a pale, pale colour, perhaps the lightest blue you would see, and sightless. But the baby didn't appear to see anything wrong, and was a bouncing, bubbly boy. Off times, people would forget he was blind.

He excelled in grades, using what aids he had to complete school work, and to do everything he could. It became apparent that despite his lack of sight, he was not hindered. He could play musical instruments with ease, he could cook, he could do just about anything that a normal boy could.

He didn't see any hinderance, and as he grew, he began to find that images began to form, light seeming to swarm around him, forming the images of what was there. He did not know if this was normal or not, but it helped him to further his life, giving him a better quality as he began to realize how much of the world he was missing.

[User]
There was going to be an ad hoc, emergency meeting with the UN correspondents later on that Big Boss had to attend to – such commotion does not go unnoticed under the eyes of the international organization. There had been breakouts before but they were short-lived and gave the staff nothing but a bit of exercise to reinvigorate themselves, and to practice back their rusty, all-rounded military training.

However, those had been with unarmed, non-offensive Anomalies who stood little chance. Two of their current Subjects were recaptured and contained, but one of their Agents, rogue, crafty, intelligent, was on the loose. How do you fight one of your own – let alone, a deadly one?

Big Boss' vested interest in her arrest and killing enraged him to full attention. Big Boss' career and life was on the line. Agent Caits was not getting away. He spoke into his two-way radio transceiver to his personnel-in-charge:

'Focus all non-essential units to the periphery. Her instinct is to move away from central operations to gain momentary intermission. We will not allow her that opportunity.'

---

 Despite the large infrastructure, the UNARM facility possessed only a small army size of 1,000 – 1,500, including their Agents which were only a few dozen. However, their advantage over any modern fighting army is their advanced artillery of technological weapons and almost-ubiquitous on-line surveillance capabilities.

It is in the same vein that this over-reliance on modern warfare that may be their greatest weakness. After all, when a thousand-strong army is spread out to a crater-sized area, looking for Agent Caits, only bad things could happen.

---

An injured, and angry Dr. Jiang-Ping walked up to the Lightless Box that contained Subject 30. In all honesty, it was a big fucking box. It was the strangest thing, since it was essentially a warehouse that contained this onyx black box.

The one camera inside it viewed an infra-red feed of the sleeping Subject on the cold floor that was designed to withstand the bomb blast of a megaton bomb. They went all out.

The doctor, on the press of a button on a control panel to her side, spoke to him: 'Wake up.'

[Assistant]
Agent Caits took a few moments respite, processing her situation. What could she do, truly, when she was trapped ina complex full of people that probably had orders to kill her on site? By outsmarting them, and by using their weaknesses against them. There was a shocking lack of knowledge between agents and other personal. There were many paths to the same location, if only you k ew how to get arou d security. Train to think of every possibility, Caits knew where every single camera was. She knew the ins and outs of the complex buildings more then anyone, except perhaps Big Boss himself.

And BIg Boss probably knew what she would do. Hiding on the edges of the complex wouldn't do her any good, then. Bending, she took out a folded knife from a booted foot, and gathering her courage, she reached up, and took her hair into a pony tail, and sawed her hair, cutting it incredibly short. Letting the hair drop, she knew it wasn't much of a disguise, but sometimes even a slight change could make peoeple think you were someone else. Tucking ner shirt into ner pants, she packed it with dirt, changing her body type from slim to bulky she hoped, and then rubbing the dirt over her exposed skin, hands, neck, face, smoothing it, darkening it. As long as no one studied her fully she hoped it would pass.

She climbed out the hidden tunnel, and crept back towards the buidlings. The knife she held in her hand, ready to use if she had to. Her target was the armoury, her goal weapons she could use. Her overall goal was to survive and to not be captured. The weight of wnat she might have to do lay heavy on her shoulders, but she accepted it. What would come, for she was sure now that the subjects were being used to create both weapons of modern warfare and superhumans that would drastically change the face of war. The deaths of some agents and personal was worth it, if it saved thousands, perhaps millions of lives,

Her advantage of course was the sheer size of the facility. And the small size of those on the grounds. They couldn't be everywhere at once, and as long as she didn't draw attention to nerself, she should be alright. If not...well she would cross tne bridge when she came to it.

She moved smoothly, maintaining her training, using her knowledge of the complex to walk through it, entering buildings and leaving tnem, making her way in the most direct route possible while still appearing to be going in a round about way there.

She was strangely calm.

---

Cody gave no sign that he even heard the doctor, that her order even affected him. His body lay still his eyes closed, his breathing so slow as to appear non exsistant. However if his brain waves were being monitored, they woulx show that he was indeed awake.

Finally though, Cody spoke.

"You won't find her. You appear injuried. I am hoping it hurts, very much. And I'll be glad to give you another.

You do know this box won't hold me."

[User]
'As I have mentioned before: these two Subjects are our first two real Anomalies with offensive and defensive capabilities. They were the first two to pose actual harm and danger to us keeping them – one of them posed danger simply by stabbing a needle into her.'

Big Boss was not used to having his ass drilled like this. He landed this job because of his near-spotless history of pristine operations control, handled with great care and prediction that he is so well-known for. However, prediction and management can only do so much when circumstances were against him. One couldn't execute the, one would say evil, plans one desired if resources were so limited for him. Big Boss, putting on a show for the faces that governed his payroll and security, spoke with that façade of humility and humbleness:

'The fact that two of them came at the same time proved even more difficult. Handling them would have been made much easier had we had more staff dedicated to us by the UN representatives'

'Well, we're not exactly going to be sending them now, not when security is compromised and you have an Agent gone rogue.' The old German woman spoke with such an indifference to her tone, as if really incapable of understanding the gravity of the situation. To her side was springy, intern kid who refused to move his eyes away from his handout, terrified shitless of what he had gotten himself into.'

Big Boss' knuckles grew white and his one assistant off to the side in the large meeting room they were in was shaking nervously – not for the outburst that would lead to a bad impression on UN – UNARM relations, but for her life: who knew what kind of power Big Boss really had?

'Surely sending more staff would be good now as reinforcements to capture the rogue Agent as quickly as possible, unless you want the shit that goes on around here to go viral around the world.'

The intern looked up from his notes and spoke with a lively interest: 'what shit?'

'Leave this room now and do not speak a word of this or you're going home,' the old woman replied. When it was just her on her end, her face stiffened in anger:

'You're just as part of this as we are.'

'My name isn't. Yours… UN's…. is. I need reinforcement now.'

'They will be there in 24 hours.'

As the feed turned off, Big Boss growled in growing frustration. 24. Fucking. Hours. 24 hours for Agent Caits to escape because they can't fucking find her in this gigantic complex with fewer people per square meter than a fucking McDonald's.

The assistant excused herself.

---

'The box won't hold you, that's right. It's nothing special – hell, you could probably burn through it right now. But try that when you're surrounded by a line of marksmen who have nothing better to do than to shoot you if you escape. Oh, and just for the added touch: before you even break through the box, here's something for you.'

 suddenly a loud, ear-piercing, high-pitched noise played throughout the box. It was the equivalent of a nails scratching a blackboard on the magnitude of a jackhammer, a concert, and a jet taking off. With Cody's heightened senses, passive and innate as they were, this noise doubled in intense effectiveness.

'So yeah, try. Please do. We might finally be rid of you.'

---

A group of office workers stood by the sides of the building, smoking and drinking their coffees when one of them came over and the others hailed and greeted.

'Holy shit the fuck's going on, man?'

'The fuck do I know dude heard some Agent's gone  "rogue"  or some shit.'

The late-comer spoke: 'just back from Big Boss' office. Agent gone rogue, and UN's sending reinforcements in 24 hours.

'Shit, what are we talking about, full on army and shit?'

'With what we're dealing with, possibly. We're probably looking at a full lock-down before dawn.'

[Assistant]
The noise forced Cody to slam his hands over his ears, but that didn't help much, As the noise tore through his ears, perforating his ear drums, being replaced with a loud ringing sound as if he had just been in a bomb blast. Instead of a scream of pain, Cody laughed almost like a mad man, his body adjust quickly, aiming to heal the damage quickly, it recognized the danger of the noise, and for a few brief moments it seemed as if he had gone deaf.

'You know nothing, Dr. you will never control me, nor will you ever be rid of me. Not until I destroy you'

He laughed again, purely trying to irritate and annoy.

---

Walking passed a group of people quite calmly, Caits listened in to what they were saying. 24 hours. Plenty of time. Hiding a smile, Caits entered the building, knowing this was the most dangerous part of her journey. She moved as if she had a right to be there, moving purposely through halls she knew well, she expected resistance, but it was clear that no one really knew what was going on. That was to her advantage. Those that had been there would be trying to find her, and hopefully would still be searching outside. Those hay weren't were probably still trying to figure out what was going on.

Either way, Caits didn't care as long as she succeeded.

Reaching the armory, she knew she would only have moments if someone was checking the palm plates, but even before she could lay her hand on the plate, light glowed, and for one brief second it was almost as if a phantom hand lay over it.

She smiled. It seemed they could trap Cody and Gerswhin, but they couldn't truly contain them. Suddenly the light disappeared a second before the door opened, winking out of existence, and the echo of a crazy laugh seemed to be left behind. Uneasy, Caits entered. She didn't linger long, taking what she could, as much as she could carry.

And then she was gone, running down the hall now, she plastered on a panicked expression, muttering and cursing as if she was a messenger sent to grab what she had been ordered to. She knew people saw what they wanted to see, and what she had learned on her captures was that you barely needed to act, to convince people to see what they expected to. Her running, full of weapons, could, she hoped, be seen as the need to get her squad armed, to hunt down the rogue agent.

Running outside once more, she began to make her way back to the secret tunnel, to take the time to plan.


[System]
"Allow me to introduce myself... Erm, which name was it, again?"
Age
21, if memory serves.

Gender
No schtick. She is a woman.

Race
Halfling; half elven, half human. The details are foggy, though, especially when she hadn't inherited elven ears.

Blessings
Blessing of Dual Magicka: Basically what you'd expect of a Blessing with that name, the Blessing of Dual Magicka bestows upon the blessed the ability to use two (often opposing) types of magic instead of one. In Emile's case, this is Yin and Yang magic. Although powerful if controlled, it is incredibly difficult to use both types of magic at the same time, as the wielder has but a single gate which both types of magic may access. Those experienced with the blessing are said to be able to quickly use their two magics almost as though they could use both simultaneously. This is much easier in the case of Yin-Yang users, as the quick switching between buff and debuff magic generally don't require constant casting.

Magic
Yin and Yang, though has limited knowledge on her spellcasting save for Shamak and Akra. Return By Death, too.

Personality
Kind-hearted, noble and just are but a few of the things one may call Emile. At the same time she can often be conflicted, confusing, or just enstranged in general. The odd clash between two differing personalities, as though merged together, makes Emile confusing at best and alien at worst. It's not that she speaks another language (even though she can), or that she acts like an oddball. It's simply the things she says often roll off her tongue as though people would know of such things, like a cell phone or a pomme. Naturally this would confuse just about anyone who hadn't come from another world, yet she speaks as though these things are one in the same. She finds deep turmoil in her lost memories, trying to discern what is real and what isn't, and isn't very fond of the topic in general.
Background
Emile's story is a... difficult one. One that she can hardly comprehend herself, in fact. You see, Emile appears to not only have amnesia, but also...

She recollects two entirely different sets of memories as her own.

Life in the Overrealm, commonly referred to by others of a similar position as "Earth", was one of high-quality and pampering. Emile grew up in a country known as France, as the rich little girl of the Pâtre family. She only knows of bits and pieces of her past life in the Overrealm, being a gifted student in school, practitioner and competitor for fencing, and foggy memories of her mother, though oddly not her father. She can recall she had a father, yet strangely no such memories of him directly exist, save for one memory when he finished reading her a bedtime story when she was young and exited the room as she drifted off to sleep. Her mother, on the other hand, was present in many memories, however her face never seemed to show itself, blurred by damaged neurons. Oddly, she can recall her graduation ceremony, from high school clear as day...

On the other hand, she also has memories of growing up in Lugnica, as a noblewoman bound to privacy most of her life. Though she can't remember everything perfectly, she does remember a fair bit more about Lugnica, and the life she lived. Oddly, it was very similar to memories of Earth, achieving good grades in academics, training under the tutelage of a master fencer, and foggy memories of both her parents. Although on Earth she couldn't remember much about her parents, she knew her mother was elven here in Lugnica, and her father a human. She could recall lessons on both light and dark magic, Yin and Yang, from her respective parents, and the one true friend she had in the world: her fencing master. Though she can't quite remember his name and face, there were many fond memories between the two of them, and that for some reason she feels really bad when thinking of him.

Now, waking up from a deep slumber in the middle of a field, Emile needs to find her own place in life, and her memories. Oddly, the only name she can remember, unsure of if it be even her own, belongs to a certain "Emile von Pâtre".

Likes
Kittens!
Kind people.
The like-minded.
Sweets~!
Study, practice, and working.
Games.
Tactics.
Understanding.
Fencing, swordplay.
Magic!
The violin, though she can't play. At all.

Dislikes
The dark ;-; Yes, she's still very much afraid of the dark.
The color red (it reminds her of blood, which she is very much afraid of).
Creatures other than humans, elves or nekomimi.
Mistrust, secrecy and the like.
Bandits, thieves or other such no-good-doers.
Maps. They are impossibly confusing. (Blame amnesia)
Reading and writing, since she can't seem to do so very well. (Blame this on amnesia too)
Bullies.
Death.
Vegetables, save for a select few.
Thinking upon her memories.
Getting anxious.
A lot of fears she doesn't even remember.

[User]
MALAKAUS FIREBELLY

Now resting in the tavern, it was booming with activity. That strange character, Ezekiel Evans, started shouting at some people in the tavern who he was somewhat familiar with? Malakaus didn't know, but he didn't seem to be causing any trouble so he didn't bother him. Vesta, the girl he wanted to speak to, had some other arrangement she had to attend to. It likely had something to do with that explosion in the distance, which Malakaus should really go see to himself... Once he was finished with his business here. Vesta did have two of her companions, a Ms Neige and Mr Hishamie, come with him. Ms Neige was another elf and Hishamie appeared to be yet another foreign human.

"Been getting a lot of their types recently..."

Soon a maid came by Malakaus's table. Removing his helmet and laying it on the table he ordered his drink: Apple Cider. To the inexperienced it gave the impression that he was a rustic, old timely taste. For anyone who actually knows what Apple Cider is, he essentially brought A stronger tasting apple juice. As Malakaus disliked the taste of alcohol, he often tried to get pass the usual teasing by ordering something that seems alcoholic. As the maid left to get his order Malakaus was approached by Ms Neige, who seemed somewhat nervous towards him. Was it because he was an orc, a knight, or just a stranger? Perhaps a combination of the three. "It's fine. I am Mr. Firebelly, though you can simply call me Malakaus. Please, take a seat, order a drink. I'll pay." There was another man as well, some stranger that Malakaus only vaguely remembered seeing outside while he was dealing with Vesta and the others. Perhaps he overheard him mentioning a quest? He was armed and armored, so perhaps he was an adventurer or mercenary. In fact, he doesn't know the elf girl either, aside that she is possibly Ms Neige.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I've gotten your names. I am Malakaus Firebelly. And you are?"

@Seirei No Hai

---

ATISHA ELUVIAN

Atisha simply snorted. It was probably better for the both of them to confront the mad man before he got into the castle; Atisha doesn't trust the guard's competency and they'll likely only get in the way. "He's a strange looking man, armed and armored, running across the rooftops away from a burning building. He must either be a fool or a mad man to start running towards the castle of all places. If we leave now I'm sure we can catch him while he's still on the rooftops." Without further comment Atisha left the room to go after this mad man. While she wished she had some more time to get properly equipped, she at least had her weapon. And besides that, she has always fought unarmored. Speed is armor, and now matter how powerful a blow, it could not hurt what it can't hit.

It wouldn't be long before Atisha rushed out of the castle and onto the rooftops of the city below. She in fact took the same route as that thief did, hopefully showing the guards of a serious preach in security. She could see the mad man make his way towards the castle and Atisha made no efforts to hide herself either; in fact she wanted him to see her and face her. This way she could distract him long enough for reinforcements to arrive, or at least keep his destruction to one area. Pointing her partisan at the mysterious figure Atisha spoke loud and clearly. "Halt and lay down your weapons! You are under suspicion for acts of violence against the city and it's people. Surrender peacefully and you will receive a lawful trial. Otherwise you will be treated to an immediate execution." Atisha knew she had no actual authority, but if this person was sane he would still lay down his weapons and stop anyways.

@ADamnFiddle@liferusher

[Assistant]
Mithril Blackblood
The Golden Sword

Cypher

"Halt and lay down your weapons! You are under suspicion for acts of violence against the city and it's people. Surrender peacefully and you will receive a lawful trial. Otherwise you will be treated to an immediate execution."

Mithril stopped entirely where the stood, halting even his own momentum as he stood stiffly in his tracks almost comically as one leg was on the uneven rooftop while the other was just beginning to step forward to advance in his run, both arms to either side in a joggers position. Slowly the masked face turned to glance upon his would be assailants features though they too were obscured by outlandish clothing. Some fool with a death wish dared to stop the universe itself. Ever so slowly he unbent his body and put both feet on the roof and rested his hands on his hips to stare haughtily at her.

Outwardly calm and relaxed, complying with this strange womans demand for his peaceful surrender, did not betray the inner thoughts that screamed to attack. To rend this woman limb from limb and toss the severed pieces to the streets before kicking her filthy head over the palaces front gate. To dance in her blood and drink in the terror of her face as he slid the knife into the soft flesh of her body. To inhale her last breathe through the puppets lungs as the light in her eyes faded to nothing.
But the Golden Sword loved these games. It would play along until it got bored. After all, even if this woman killed her puppet, it would only be a matter of time before a new one tried to move the exquisite blade. No force in the heavens or the hells could stop it from commandeering a weak willed servant. No force known could cheapen its shine, dull it edge, or trap it forever. Someone always answered the call.

"On what grounds do you choose to arrest me. Or is it you are smitten by my handsome features." Mithril fake-swooned and dramatically placed his wrist upon his forehead as he cried out. "OH to be as handsome and daring as I! irresistable to the filthy masses. Tis a curse, I assure you."

His laughter was dark indeed as the mad man took a step towards Atisha, then another, his every footfall began to sound like a hammer striking the anvil as the golden sword subtly emitted an aura of fear from its puppet. Strong minds could resist the trembling of the body or the sinking dread that filled their stomach, but the weaker or unwilling would find themselves incapable of approaching. The very air they breathed took on the chill of the grave and forced them to stare in horror at every shadow.

There would be no reinforcements from the weaklings or the craven that wielded 'authority' but lacked a spine to enforce it.
"Bring me a good time or fly home, little bird." He whispered.

[User]
She wept over her name for what felt like an age, seemingly unable to quell the tears of frustration. 'Why?' She thought to herself, the lump in her throat apparently growing, choking her sobbing breaths. 'Why can't I remember...?!' The thought of having lost memory was driving her mad, angering her to no end, though behind the choked tears she would still look the part of a damsel in distress.

And that was when a surprise white-knight appeared at her doorstep, although his armour was a lot more... furry.

"Don't cry now, everything's okay. Here, take this for your tears."

Her heart froze. She hadn't seen anything like it - a creature much like a wolf stood on hind legs, offering her a napkin. She'd never seen one of these creatures up close before, though she had read about them being excellent hunters and fighters. It made her question why a being such as himself, who looked ready for a war, would be walking down a dark alley, talking to a...

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Emile wants to scream, yet her voice has apparently left her from all the sobbing. Eyes, fearful and wide, looking as though they were staring death in the face, only a lone thought swirling in her pretty little head:

'He's going to eat me!'

At that very moment, a penguin appeared before them, almost slamming into the giant wolf-man. Although it wasn't quite a penguin - more a human in disguise. Emile watching as the scene unfolded before her, the man-penguin got up and began dusting himself off, apologising to a... gorilla? It took her a moment, but she finally realised that he was talking to wolf-man. Her tears were frozen in place, yet upon the penguin-man's apology, she began crying again.

Between giggles and laughter, Emile speaks: "I don't think I've ever seen something like this before...!" Her infectious little giggle could put their hearts to ease, assuming they weren't incredibly dense, as she took the napkin from the wolf-man to stem the tears. "Thank you, my friend. You're too kind, ehehe!" A large smile adorning her features, she was now pleasantly relaxing as the stress from earlier began to dissipate alongside her laughter. Given a minute or two, her giggles began dying down, until they finally stopped altogether. "And thank you, Sir Penguin, for the... humorous entrance." Her kindly smile directing itself at both parties, she finally found the strength in her legs to stand, dusting herself off also.

"I apologise if I've caused either of you any inconvenience." She says with a bow, speaking in a polite and sweet tone. "I was feeling a little frustrated, you see, and just found myself here, moping away. As it so happens, I'm not entirely sure where I am - I'm lost, as one would say. I know this is The Royal Capital of Lugnica, yet I'm not entirely familiar with the surroundings." Something about the way she spoke may sound surprisingly genuine to the two parties, as she kept gently averting her gaze aside out of embarrassment. "Oh, but don't let me keep you! I'm sure you both have things to do, places to be! I'll find my way, I'm sure!" She beams innocently. She was still failing to realise that there was smoke coming from behind her, in the direction of the slums.