[System]
Species: Slime Mother
Amidst an old prison block painted pink and oily black from filth along its edges, a 5'10 female figure sits on a small chest in the back of the room. As the light touches its flesh, the realization of its translucence becomes as clear as the membrane that covers its jaw shifts. The glint of a small ruby and a sapphire loom in the sockets of the skull. They soundlessly float before snapping to attention.

Role: 'Watchman, Scavenger'
Skills: Nori naturally functions on a form of protosynthesis which consists of building onto their mass with the assimilated mass of what it consumes*.
Boneless dexterity- Beyond the limitations of consumed materials, Nori's and her brood's mass can fit through most cracks and crevices. This also allows them to form multiple appendages of various shapes and sizes
Eyes of slime- In a room of minions, how noteworthy would a single pink slime be? Translucent and toting a single human skull floating in its mass, Nori holds an empathetic link over the slow-moving entities. Their defense is mainly sharpening appendages to slash at things that may get too close, but they serve to relay the presence of anomalous activity back to the mother. Details are hazy, mostly detailing strenuous activity.
Greater Brood- Numerous slimes under Nori's control can condense into a greater foe, their power increasing if any adventurers had died in the room, as weapons and other chunks of metal are usually swept into its mass. This is usually in response to increased activity, an automatic defense mechanism wherever a good quantity of her slimes inhabit (usually around treasure caches due to the skeletons yet to be picked clean and broken down before returning to feed Nori). The greater brood will break down most metals deemed to be useless and separate after combat, individually bringing nutrients back to Nori.
Crystalline Shell- When faced with threats, the material Nori is made of, as well as controlled slimes, can condense and harden. The hardened consistency makes it difficult to damage the slimes' nucleus, although limits its damage because of its size and lack of flexibility. Nori, herself, can draw in residual slime to harden herself for combat, although this is a gradual process. However, while hardening, Nori's defense rises as they heal with every passing moment from reconstituting material. Fire can bypass this defense and any wise attack on this miniboss should be done as quickly as possible. Depending on how long the fight takes, dispersing 'feeler' slimes might take a few minutes to an hour.
= The shell can be used in conjunction with basic melee attacks, quickly turning a brawl into a knife-fight. Also, this armor has its own health which temporarily builds onto Nori's.

Personality: Bubbly and playful, often coming off naive. They aspire to build up their own treasure pile, though have found content in protecting others'. Nori is actually quite violent under the surface, disassociated with pain and how organics feel it. Not many adventurers make it to her lair, most of them were forced to regret the decision; The Slime Queen isn't one to toy with trespassers only until after victory is assured.

Background: Fed on the bones of a powerful sorceress, the blood and filth of the room gave way to magic sentience which forced impurities out in order to become its own form. Other than that, existence and co-existence is a daily exercise. Memories of the old sorceress still linger, although they are strained, at best, and often come as dreams.
Other: (To maybe be added)

[User]
Throughout the entire labyrinth, a ringing of bells was heard. The labyrinth's occupants had long ago discovered that the watchtower bell of the buried city that served as Lessavo's tomb still functioned, and it had been agreed that in times of great emergency the bell could be rung, summoning all creatures who were able to this vast city, indeed the only place capable of holding them all, for a council, by which decisions could be made to determine the fate of their home.
 As the monsters of the Tomb gathered, they were barely surprised to see that the one atop the watchtower, frantically ringing the bell, was Henry, a necromantically reanimated skeleton. There were many such skeletons living in this place, but Henry stood out from them all both in appearance, his helmet and armor dented beyond repair, and in reputation. Henry was known throughout the Tomb for his constant failures, accidentally breaking traps, disrupting spells, ruining supplies, and causing all other manner of screw-ups. Indeed, many of the Tomb's inhabitants growled and mumbled threats as Henry began to speak, his voice echoing off of this place's earthen walls for all to hear.
 "Uh, hello everybody. It's me again, Henry, though you probably already know who I am. Well, umm, earlier this morning my head got knocked off and somebody, I don't know who, kicked it so hard that it rolled out of the tomb. And, uh, when I went to retrieve it, I may have left the tomb's entrance open. An adventurer saw me, and followed me back to the entrance. I tried to attack him, I really tried, but I slipped and fell into the swamp, and, uh, he, umm, sorta got away... so yeah, the humans know about this place now, probably."
 The crowd roared, threatening to turn into a mob, wanting to tear apart Henry's bones. Their home would surely be ruined! That adventurer was probably on his way back here with a whole party of adventurers now, coming to destroy their home. Even those who were not chasing Henry through the streets were loudly arguing about what should be done about this, creating a deafening and chaotic cacophony.

[Assistant]
"We must obscure the entrance! Perhaps the humans will believe their ally to be insane." even as Ubel suggested it the idea was shaky. If the group he brought had a competent enough caster they would see right through it. But it was better to make bad suggestions than say nothing... Though the ones hunting down Henry weren't coming up with anything.
"Or... maybe we uh... maybe we can have the scavengers burn down some nearby town? Draw the adventurers towards that? Surely Parsel can find a nice, little defenseless one? Maybe full of human children or elderly? That might draw them away..." this was even less plausible than his first suggestion... it may just draw more humans... but again Ubel believed talking to much was far better than talking to little. "Or... uh... maybe we can..."

[User]
"It would help!" Nori chirped in reply to Ubel's first suggestion before continuing, "Maybe if we rip up a few trees and rocks they'll get landmarks wrong and miss the entrance that way." Following suit with bad ideas, unless they tore up landscape somewhere else other than outside the obscured enterance,
In their opinion obscuring the entrance was the best idea anyone has had so far, besides chasing down that incompetent buffoon. Frankly, Nori personally wanted in on what happened once the mob caught him, but unlike Henry, she had faith that they could get the job done well enough that it wouldn't be everyone else's burden, later.
"Humans like kids and the dying for some reason, putting them in peril would make it worse..." she mused, already scrambling her hive throughout her hall and sparsely in the area around it.


[System]
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Male

Appearance:

A tall and handsome gentleman, Allen stands a bit above 6 feet and weighs around 175 pounds. His silver-colored hair is surely the most striking trait of his self, a proof of an unusual heritage. No matter how hot it is, Allen never seems to show much skin, because underneath shows a lot of his failure experiments: burn marks and scars on his body and arms.

If one would contemplate the back of his hands and somehow get a look at his naked shoulders, one would notice Allen as tattoos printed there. Representing the primordial elements, Allen bears the Fire Symbol on his right hand, the Water Symbol on his left hand, the Earth symbol on his right shoulder and the Air Symbol on his left shoulder.
On his chest, just where the heart is located, one could find the Light Symbol, while the Darkness Symbol is located on his back.

Year: 14th year

Rank: Journeyman

Room No.: Allen shares room 33-C with 2 other roomates. One is a journeyman by the name of Alec Shneider. The other is a journeyman-ranked tomboyish girl named Anna Smith. While the direction and the boys weren't too keen on having a girl share the same room as two boys, there was a lack of space by that time. By the time space was made available, Anna had decided to stay with the two guys. Some would say that Alec's liveliness and Allen's cooking got reason of her.

Personality:
A strong and kind soul, Allen is driven by compassion mixed with knowledge. He lives to learn about magic and takes pride in helping others understand it as well. He is in overall a good person, although he may seem distant and a loner due to his being so often busy with experimenting with his magic. However, when approached, he beams with happiness and never misses a chance to speak with others.

Facing him for the first time, people might be a bit intimidated by just how confident he appears to be, and how knowledgeable he is. But once someone get to know his well, they will know that while he is indeed radiating confidence in himself, he strives to help everyone and make them in turn confident about their abilities.

When facing challenges and threat, Allen always remain calm and keeps his wits about himself. He observes the issues at hand, and tries to find a logic way to solve it. In combat or during sparring sessions, the same train of thought is applied. Assuming one would not know of Strauss' abilities, he would rather keep an ace up his sleeve, trying to hide the fact he can use multi-elemental magic. As a matter of fact, he will often appears to be a single-elemental magic user, until he can catch his opponent off-guard.

Magic Discipline: Elemental Magic
Unlike most magic-user, Allen poured all of his intellect and training into learning all the aspects of Elemental Magic. While he does not hold mastery over a single element, like how Pyromancers or Hydromancers would control fire and water respectively with unparalleled mastery, the young prodigy can use a vast repertoire of spells to compensate for various situations, making him a most versatile caster. To learn about all facets of Elemental magic, it takes a life-long worth of study, hence the reason Allen has been at the university for so long, and is still learning something new everyday.

When manifesting a spell, Allen's tattoos glow corresponding to the element of the spell he is using. When making an advanced type of casting, not only does his tattoes glow, but a faint circle representing the element(s) symbol(s) shine all around Allen.

Elemental magic consists of the following:
Primordial Elements:
 -Fire: Self-explanatory, fire element consists of summoning fire. Anything heat-based at least requires the use of this element. Fire magic is considered to be the most offensive of the elements.
 -Water: Everything that consists of water, even ice, encompass tis element. Water magic is a very versatile type of element, ranging from defensive to offensive spells.
 -Air: Conjuring strong winds and striking down with thunderous lightning bolts, those are mainly what this magic uses. Air magic is often used in quick skirmishes, as spells falling under this type of element are mostly the quickest of all.
 Earth: An element that encompasses pure defense, earth magic boasts unparalleled toughness and endurance. While there are a lot of offensive spells, earthen mages prefer to rise shields and walls of stone to parry incoming attacks, and counter-attack from these.

Elements of Creation:
 -Light: Often considered the Element of Life, light magic is all about unraveling secrets, banishing darkness and doubts. Unlike Life magic, light element does not heal, but is especially dangerous to being made of darkness and evil.
 -Darkness: The opposite of Light, Darkness is the other half of Creation. This element shrouds everything in enigma, confuses those who can't understand its nature. Unlike Death magic, Darkness does not drain life force away, nor can it be used for necromancy, but it is especially useful to conceal oneself.

At this point in life, Allen has the control over his spells much like an advanced Novice. As a matter of fact, he is nearly as skillful as a Journeyman with every element of his magic. While his magic does seem uncontrolled and rough on the edges, it is mostly because of his vast understanding of magic and his ability to use all the aspects of Elemental Magic he is being considered near Master rank. Most of his teachers tell him that should he attain Journeyman control over all of his spells, he would be granted Mastership.

While most would consider about studying more about a single element and making it stronger, Allen goes further into versatility and is currently learning how to merge elements together. For now, he has absolutely no control over fusing elements together, and as such his attempts to do so have proven to be very chaotic, dangerous even. But his attempts have proven to get better, and is another reason the masters consider the young man near graduate.

Equipment: Several spell tomes, most of which he has written himself, containing knowledge about each element of Elemental Magic, theorems about the existence of Elemental Magic, and fundamentals on magic. But all of these tomes are securely hidden at home. Those tomes are so heavy by themselves that it would be impossible to walk around with this many at all times.

Also, Allen has a pet fox, or rather a familiar would be the better to term to use for it. Going by the name of Kyuu, the white fox is an extension of Allen's goodwill. It possesses intelligence near of a human, but it can't speak, nor write. However, it has very sharp senses, and seem to detect whether someone is good or ill-intentioned. In cases of good-willed individuals, Kyuu will seem to grow fond of those people, while encountering bad people will make her hide in Allen's jacket, snarl or outright spit at such people.

Biography: For as long as he can remember, Allen always was by himself, his only friend being the white fox that followed him around no matter where he went. The young man never knew his parents, nor did he know much about his early life. He only assumed that he was abandoned because he was "different" from most people.

From a very young age, Allen learnt how to survive all by himself. He had learned the rough reality of an everyday worker ever since he was the age of 6. While he did not do much, his young self worked hard to be able to feed himself and his fox pet. It has been like that until he turned 7 years old.

One day, as he was camping out in the wilderness in order to gather some ingredients for the local mages, he was attacked by a bear. Only a mere child, death was all but assured. However, just as the animal was about to maul him, a cloaked figure interposed itself. He did not see what had happened, but the bear quickly fell, as if it had died of a panic attack.

His savior was none other than the woman who would've become his master. Whether it was an act out of pity, a simple act of generosity, or something she had seen in the boy, the traveling lady took the boy as her apprentice. For a whole year, they had traveled far and wide, until their steps would lead them to Breakfast University of Magic. While not officially invited to the prestigious establishment, it would seem that Allen's master was a figure of importance, securing a special permission for the boy to stay at the academy with her until the day he would be able to use his magic efficiently without her aid.

Then, just like that, Strauss was left behind by his master only the day after he had been admitted into B.U.M. Ever since then, Allen had taken example of his master and worked hard every day to hone his magical talents. Not only would he try to live up to his master's expectations, but he would also try to do the same thing she did to him, teach as many promising students as possible about the wonders of magic, and how to strive in this cruel reality using all of their potential.

Master: Allen's master has always been a mystery to him. She rarely ever spoke of herself, and besides teaching the young man, she rarely ever spoke to him at all. However, Strauss had learned that his mentor was just like him, a scholar of multiple schools of magic. However, she was more than just a master, she had terrifying control over both Life and Death, proficient at both healing the injured and bringing painful death upon her foes.

Allen never knew the reason she took him as an apprentice, nor why she suddenly decided to leave him behind at the university. Actually, he felt like he was holding her back from her own plans, which would explain why she left him as soon as he manifested a hint of independence in his studies.

Even though his master is shrouded in mystery, Allen will always be grateful for having taken care of him, and showing him the right path to take in life.

If Allen was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, it would be: His love for humanity. With the current goal he has set in life is the pursuit of being the greatest Magi in the world, then he would be ready to cast away his humanity, his love for others and hope in humankind in order to reach his dreams.
If Allen was offered to have a single wish fulfilled, it would be: To be one with magic. Simply put, he wants to understand magic at its fullest and be able to use any kind of magic. In the end, he has the ambitious dream of becoming a being of ultimate magic.

[User] Charles would listen to the man as he followed him, nodding as he spoke "I see..." he would respond when the man told him his name. When they was in the darkness he would look around slightly confused, noticing the other people, wondering if it would be alright being near so many people. When the rift opens he looks to the new person as they spoke, then turns back to Sergei and would nod as he told him to follow the other person for now. He would move with the rest of the students exiting the rift and listen looking at Mede as the person spoke, before looking at another new person. Staying silent as he listened. When the powerful wind blew his clothes would ruffle and he would get a confused look wondering why he felt such a strong wind, shifting his body's weight forward to keep himself from being knocked down. He would look at the train that appeared with interest, not at how it appeared but at the train itself. He would follow along with the other students, when they reached the food he would look at the feast that was prepared he would simply look slightly confused at the food with disinterest.

[Assistant]
"All right," spoke Leo, "after the ceremony." Well, that went well, thought the boy. Okay, make that better than expected. At least Allen didn't reject him, and may even be willing to consider that his revelation was true. Even so, though, gazing at the other person's white hair, Leo would sigh about how he had been so blind as to not see the resemblance before. But today was not the time for regrets, now was the time to make new friends, friends that won't replace Daniel, but might still find a place in his heart.

And, well, as it turned out, upon reaching the mess hall and breakfast, Leo found himself sitting beside a young boy, only nine years of age, who looked at the food disinterestedly. A smile at that:

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" Leo would say. "Mine is Leo Young."

Maximus@TheHangedMan@olcharlieboi

[User]
With Leo seemingly understanding the situation and leaving the two roommates on their way, Alec and Alec headed towards Complex C of the dorm facilities. I would take quite a trek afoot to reach their room, since 33-C was literally at the opposite side of Gyms Complex A in the campus. However, the Headmaster of the university was a keen man, and knew not all students had the means to travel the whole campus by foot. As such was created the speedy magical train.

"Well, looks like we'll be missing the opening ceremony afterall…" Alec stated.

"Not really. If we're going according to last year's ceremony, we might just be in luck. Part of the ceremony takes place on board of the train before everyone heads out for the mess hall." Allen replied, used to 14 years of participating in the opening events.

Just as both of the guys had reached the gyms complex's train station, they were already greeted by fellow students from earlier. While not every students were interested in welcoming the new arrivals, practically everyone were going to the dining hall for a common reason: the university's exquisite breakfast. Every day's breakfast was making part of the academy's great reputation, and it wouldn't have been if it wasn't for the Headmaster to be so enthusiastic about students starting their day with a grand meal.

"Allen, are you really going to the opening ceremony dressed like that? Not that everyone here mind your flashy red coat, but you know, burnt spots, sweat, dirt and drenched doesn't really honor your looks." One of the students said, chuckling as he looked over the silver-haired young man who looked to have crossed hell and beyond just before coming here.

Looking over his clothes himself, Allen laughed innocently as he scratched the back of his head. He sure looked like a walking mess, but with what happened at the gyms earlier, and his meeting with his would-be brother, there was no way he could get a change of clothes before the breakfast.

"Too much happened, not enough time to go change. Sometimes I wish I could just control time like some people here." Allen answered, still grinning stupidly at how dirty he looked.

"Well it's not like it was all THAT bad, right? Girls dig the rugged look of someone training early in the morning." Alec joked, laughing cheerfully.

After a few minutes of friendly social chatting, the train finally arrived at the station with frightening speed. One would wonder just how that machine could stop so sharply with the speed it entered the station without throwing everyone on board at the floor. With time, Allen got used to not thinking too much about the train's workings, as it was a marvel of pure magi technology engineered by the best of the best here.

Getting onboard, students exchanged greetings just before finding a seat. The train was quite crowded today, just as expected of today. Allen didn't notice any new faces as he entered the train, but he figured they might be on another wagon, considering just how large the thing was.

Allen wondered if there were many new students this year. He would soon find that out, when the train would stop just in front of the dorms of complex B for going to the communal mess hall.


[System]
Age: looks 21 but is older

looks: Stands at about 6 foot 1 with a muscular build brown hair with what appears to be spots in his hair cobalt blue eyes and is found wearing jeans a t shirt cowboy boots and a cowboy hat along with a southern accent that tends to make an appearance when he is upset. He also has a tribal snow leopard tattoo in between his shoulder blades.

Species: were snow leopard... adorable yet large and deadly

Images:
Self:Click me

Snow leopard:tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.M3e1823d9ca..

Tattoo: tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.Me41719704b..

Sexual preference: Bi sexual

Bio: A simple past where he was born and raised in Texas on a ranch however when he began realizing he was different he found out that a "gift" skipped his parents and passed on to him. He was fine with this until his grandparents died and was left with no one that really understood what he was going through. On top of that he was bullied in school for being Bi and when his parents finally found out about him they isolated him causing him to clam up. He no longer talks with his parents and misses the days before they knew. Generally he wanders preferring to hang out in bars and libraries having enough fortune from his grandparents to hold him down until he is well dead.. He does odd jobs though.. generally involving being a body guard or helping out for volunteer jobs.

Occupation: odd jobs volunteer work

Country of origin: America (Texas specifically)

Feelings about the tattoo: extremely nervous that the person he ends up with won't accept him... or that they will be disgusted generally fears about loosing that person

persona: he hates being called queer... that has him flash back to school when he was bullied for it.. other then that he's a bit guarded not really letting anyone "in" until he knows them better.

Dislikes: Being called queer.. talking about his past... seeing people get bullied

likes: cat nip sun spots being treated well and having someone to treat well in return

Soulmate: Manu

[User]
Abel heard Manu tumble through the window. He sat up a bit worried, until Manu started looking for him. He settled back down and kept waiting. He heard the wolf going through his home looking for him...and somehow that made him feel quite happy. Knowing that his soulmate is actively looking for him made this day...well...night the best night of his life. He takes some pleasure in knowing that he made this a little bit more challenging for the wolf. He briefly wonders if his soulmate is hungry...if he would like a steak.

All of these thoughts were shattered when he gets roar-barked at. It startled him somewhat causing his fur to go up on his tail, but he settles down when he sees his soulmate. He goes on his side and gets played on and nuzzled. With happy purring coming from him he nuzzles the wolf back and lies down feeling himself fall asleep. His feline side completely content with his mate. The thought goes through his mind...mate. He forces his sleep blurry eyes to take in the wolf a bit more, the thought shoots through his mind again. My mate....he would probably have to earn that for it to be true. Slowly his head lowers again.

His last thoughts before completely succumbing to sleep is the hope that the wolf will stay all night. That he won't wake up alone. And that hopefully his animal form will stay...it usually does, but occasionally he falls asleep as a cat and wakes up as a man...that could be awkward. His mind sleepily goes through different thoughts before working itself to sleep. His purring continues for a bit more before it slowly slows down until it stops. Replaced instead by their deep breathing.

----Morning---------
Abel slowly wakes up, luckily still in his snow leopard form. With a stretch and a yawn he slowly slips out from under Manu. He pads off to his room and shifts to his human form. Once humanized, he pulls on a plain white shirt and jeans before padding downstairs. He quietly pulls out some steaks and eggs from his fridge and starts cooking.

[Assistant]
Adam

Adam watched as Danilo sat down a little bit from him and began to clean himself up.
"I-I'm not just s-saying it to you. I-It's true. Y-you kinda just w-witnessed my dark side."
That's what Will was to Adam; his dark side. Adam continued to look at Danilo after he had said he was calm. After a few moments of silence between them, a small smile appeared on Adam's face before he spoke. "Y-You know Danilo, w-when we first m-met, properly i-in the park, I l-looked over at you a-and thought to m-myself two things. 'H-How fast am I g-gonna fall in l-love with him?' and I-I wonder how I'm g-gonna loose him this t-time'."
Adam was quiet once more for a moment, still looking at Danilo with that small smile. "I-I've, uh, figured out t-the first o-one."
He scooted closer to Danilo. "I-I don't c-care about if y-you're a dragon o-or anything e-else. I-I don't care i-if you cause m-me pain. I, uh, I'm r-really fond of y-you, Danilo. I-I love you."

[User]
Jose was not a happy man. He was holding a little notice, it read in a messy writing, Gonna stretch my legs around the block be back in less then half a hour. Kissy.
Jose was awake for over two hours, and the writer of the note was not yet back. That would not worry him too much if Jose was at home. It was eight in the morning when Jose gave up on waiting and started searching himself. His worried if Manu got lost, got stuck somewhere, or worse end up with the wrong people and in trouble. He all but feared to get a call from the police at any moment. Or a call from the pound, about a stray. It wouldnt be the first time, Jose remembered just a few mounts ago Manu would constantly end up stuck in his animal form, nearly forgetting how to morph back to his human self.

Jose was a were as long as he could remember, as he left the hotel it was no problem for him to pick up the pup of a were smell. He followed it, a set of cloths and other things Jose carried in a bag with him. "Next time I am making him wear a collar, or a cellphone or something..." He followed the smell all the way to a hallway. Then he stopped, his nose while still human could pick a second smell that started to overlap with Manus. He sighed, he had a idea what happened to his stubborn friend, now.

~~

Morning was nice, Manu opened his eyes lazily seeing the room a lot lighter then last time. He waved his tail and tried to snuggle closer to where once was the warm body beside him. The lack of it made him sad, stretching his front legs he stood up and still being a maned wolf he slowly and silently made his way around in search where his cat went. He followed the smell and found a human cooking. Yes that was still the cat he liked so much... He walked and bumped his head against Abels leg, and nuzzled him for a few moments before jumping away and climbing on his back legs reaching his head towards a apple that was there and starting to eat it tail happily waving happily away away.
 Manu didnt get to finish the apple when a doorbell chimed thought the flat. Manu picked his head up and roar barked at it. Not pleased that someone interrupted his breakfast. It chimed again and again more rapidly. Who ever was pressing it wasnt the most patient person alive.

The were looked to Abel for what to do.

~~

At the door Jose was rapidly pressing the button ready to speak the moment the door opens. Preparing ahead what he would say. It would be something like: "Good morning I believe my best friend is here. You dont happen to have seen a Chrysocyon brachyurus, around this height, has a unhealthy appetite for apples and peppers?"
Yes that what he will say just someone to open this door.

Danilo listened and carefully peeked up at his soulmate, wondering. The dark side the paler person with the scar around their neck... He found him amusing and as beautiful as Adam.

 "Y-You know Danilo, w-when we first m-met, properly i-in the park, I l-looked over at you a-and thought to m-myself two things. 'H-How fast am I g-gonna fall in l-love with him?' and I-I wonder how I'm g-gonna loose him this t-time'."

The pain of losing one soulmate...for him this was his first name, his first soulmate. He was aware he couldn't even guess how scaring and scary it would be losing Adam...and Will. Two sides of one gold coin of his soulmate.
Then the words that followed, he wanted to believe them, so much, but there was doubt. Untill Adams body scoed closer to him, breaking away all and any doubt he had. The body moved with out fear closer to him. With out any hint of manipulation. The smile was directed at him and Adam spoke words that made Danilo feel heat up his beating heart.

"I-I don't c-care about if y-you're a dragon o-or anything e-else. I-I don't care i-if you cause m-me pain. I, uh, I'm r-really fond of y-you, Danilo. I-I love you."

Dabilo face melted into a smile of his own. He reached out slowly but with out hesitation towards Adams face, caressing the side of it as lovingly as one would a shining wonder. "I loved you even before I meet you." He spoke leaning their foreheads together. Savoring the moment in the mess they were sitting in.

"But now, I am sure I wouldnt be able to exist with out you." Danilo whispered, slowly moving away but still staying close. "Well, you need a new shirt, darling. Not letting you walk in that burn one. I think I have just the right one , or maybe not. Well I can make you some later to your taste." Danilo stood up and walked up to his wardrobe, searching thought his cloths throwing them in a mess on his bed. Dan pulled two shirts out and nodded to himself before offering them to Adam to try on or pick which one he liked better. One was white and the other black both were made from silk. There was a shine to the dragon showing he enjoyed this. He didnt even try to turn his back to give the other some privacy on the changing. MOre like it didnt even come to his mind.
"We have so much to talk~" He hummed, then Danilo hinted with his head to the broken photos and frames all over the floor. "What exactly happened here?"

[Assistant]
Abel feels the bunp and nuzzle and can't help but beam as he finishes cooking. He puts the food on two plates and puts one on the floor near Manu along with two apples. He then seems to notice the bell...a small hiss escapes him as he straightens and looks down at his souls mate and shrugs. "You eat...I'll see what the impatient person wants." He tilts his head somewhat. "If you feel the need to change my room has clothes" he winks at the wolf then turns with a much louder and irritated tone of voice "coming...the bell doesn't change sounds no matter how many times you ring it" he looks back at the wolf and winks again before walking to the door. He takes a whiff and feels his good mood plummet. The same scent from the guy that Manu ran to.

He feels a small growl grumble out of his throat before he takes a deep breath. He opens the door a crack, the chain lock preventing it from opening more, his arm with manu's name on the door frame above his head...the name visible. His eyes, which are more visible now from the lack of hat, are full of possisiveness, irritation, nervousness, and a touch of anger. The guy smelled like a wolf....and his cat side was not happy about having a wolf that wasn't its mate on its front step. He was tempted to bare his teeth at the guy.

As his stands there he hopes Manu doesn't leave...he hopes he stays. His cat side lets some satisfaction in from knowing that he successfully rubbed all of his mate and mingled their scents....but that doesn't mean the wolf will stay. Things were complex...complexity is irritating.

[User]
Jose said what he wanted to say and waited. The person who opened the door was the same he saw Manu talk with yesterday. He knew it then, thought he didnt admit it to either himself or Manu. That was his friends soulmate. In a different setting and probably in a situation when he was less worried he would have been more welcome and friendly.

He gave a glare of his own towards the other weres glare. Jose looked at the name displayed towards him, as if the guy was telling him off. All sorts of mixed feelings raised up inside him. Anger, sadness, annoyance, even greater worry. The guy didnt get it that he was glaring at the wrong person, Jose thought for himself.

"I will assume that glare means yes you have seen him." His voice was giving of a annoyed vibe, because of that were he was getting more problems to deal with. He cannot wait to leave back home, at least then the routine will be there to relay on.

"He is my responsibility and my best friend, I suggest you drop the glare, simply to the fact you will need me. And I sure hope you didnt let him sleep in his animal form. "

He sniffed the air, crossing his hands over his chest still holding the bag in one hand. Awaiting to see if he was dealing with a responsible were, or another of the usual bunch of stubborn.
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Meanwhile Manu was finishing his breakfast. He could smell another smell he know. He all proudly roar barked, showing off he learn it. Trotting slowly into the hallway and looking down to where Abel stood on the door. Ears perked up and on a alert.

[Assistant]
Abel tilts his head. "The glare is more because you a wolf are standing in my territory. I figure the wolf pack didn't tell you about me...most likely because we don't bother each other much, so i am attempting to ignore it." He then leans forward a bit. "Give me a good reason as to why I would need you...wolf" He hears the roar bark and looks back at Manu. To him he gives a friendly smile and a shrug before turning back to Jose...his glare not returning...but curiosity showing up. Truly if he isn't given a good enough reason he will probably shut the door in Jose's face and go to Manu. With the way this guy is phrasing everything he has a feeling Manu is a newer were, which means he will have to help Manu change to human. Something he has never done, but feels he can do.

The words his responsibility did irk Abel a tad, those words make Manu sound like a little kid...or a dog. Which was something that he certainly did not feel Manu is. His stare remain piercing and curious even while several different thoughts shoot through his mind. His feline side still irritated that this uninvited wolf is standing in its territory...even more irritated that the wolf was doing it so easily. It wanted him to just slam the door and go back to his mate...ignoring the other wolf completely, but he seems to be ignoring that side for now.


[System]
Appearance: Like all Astartes, Nergüi is of superhuman proportions, his height, weight and muscle-mass far outdoing that of even the largest Guardsman as he towers above them being nearly eight feet tall in height due to his power armour. His face, the only part of his body commonly seen, is hard and expressionless with the outward appearance of an elderly man with his long grey hair cut and tied into a nomadic top-knot, his facial hair the thin moustache and wispy goatee commonly seen among the White Scars set against tanned flesh, bearing ritually made scars below his eyes and across his cheeks . The almond-shaped eyes of a deep hazel colour, stuck in dark eye-sockets are what makes people realise how much he has seen and how much he knows, holding both wisdom and a look of violence within them.

Age: 275

Sex: M

Class: Deathwatch (White Scars) Apothecary (Emchi)

Equipment:

* A suit of archaic and battered but slightly modified Mark VI "Corvus" armour, painted in the traditional black colours of the Deathwatch, taken from a predecessor of the pre-heresy White Scars and gifted to the current Chapter. The suit has been modified to include the mandatory silver shoulder pad of the Watch, Helix shapes against a white background adorn the armour at several points as do eagles, the right shoulder-guard retaining the yellow lightning bolt-on-red and stark white of his Chapter.
* Diagnostor Helmet - The helmet is shaped in the conventional form of a beaked Mark VI helm, yet contains upgraded Auto-senses and readouts to assist with their charge of treating the injured and maintaining their Battle-Brothers' ( and any others) physical combat readiness.
* Narthecium - The tool of an Apothecary's trade, a Narthecium contains implements specially designed for Space Marine physiology and for performing first aid without having to remove the patient's Power Armour. It also comprises various counterseptics, skin patches, transfusions and other compounds engineered for the Space Marines' physiology, and several stasis tubes for storing recovered gene-seed.
* Reductor - Retrieval and storage of a fallen Battle-Brother's gene-seed is so critical that Apothecaries carry a special tool for this operation. While a Reductor is not required for Progenoid removal, it significantly reduces the time. This surgical implement fastens under the wrist. It includes a monomolecular saw for penetrating Power Armour and Ossmodula-enhanced rib cages, and a diamantine-tipped extractor drill.
* Mk III Pattern bolt pistol
* Power-sabre – A power weapon utilising a curved blade, shaped after the traditional sabres wielded by the steppe nomads of Chogoris. It is rarely used, as he is an Apothecary after all, but when it is it is put to death-dealing with a deadly effect.
* One Frag and one Krak grenade

Notable Deeds:

* The Diata Purge: Under the direction of Kyublai Khan, Nergüi joined the campaign with the rest of his Chapter against various Chaos Renegades; he saved many of his Brothers during the bloodshed, as well as some from the allied Marauders Chapter. Great deeds were done during this hunt, though not glorious ones by this Apothecary.
* Battle for Grase Mesa: Nergüi was part of the Land Speeder mounted cadre that took the fight to the Eldar of Yme-Loc, joining his brethren in their flanking attacks on the lithe xenos, personally accounting for over a dozen Eldar scalps and heads.
* Third War for Armageddon: Everyone knows about this war, and there are so many tales of daring do that it would be impossible to tell them all here. Needless to say, Apothecary Nergüi of the Firefist Brotherhood (2nd Company) impressed someone with extreme authority, an Inquisitor no less, and it was requested that he be seconded to the Deathwatch of the Ordo Xenos – an honour he could not refuse.
* Classified: Ever since 'taking the black', his pure white going to the deep dark of his adopted 'Chapter', the tasks and deeds that this Apothecary has performed, the biological agents he has worked with, and the operations he has conducted are classified – only those with the highest authority able to know even a fraction of what he has been through.

[User]
A lone guardsman wades his way through a field of dead bodies, ork or human, there was no difference. A lasgun in hand, he keeps his guard up and mind steady, it's inevitable that at any moment he would be killed. Below his feet are many layers of dead men, all from different stretches of the empire, all brave and loyal men of the imperium. Ahead is another silhouette of a guardsman, maybe, it was too hard to make out with his wounds, he came into view slowly, dropping to his knees, the lone surviving guardsman wasn't alone, he sprinted towards the kneeling figure, and held him in his arms.
"What happened...?" The once kneeling guardsman asked, the survivor grit his teeth and forced himself not to cry.

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A day earlier

The guardsman stood ready and waiting for his coming death, his brothers in arms stood beside him waiting for the same.
"It's almost like they aren't coming." One of them said.
"Why take millions of us off world to fight an enemy we have yet to see." Another said, the guardsman looked to them with a fire in his eyes.
"What are you saying?" He asked, not expecting an answer he continued, "The Emperor has every right to do with us what he pleases.", a weary eyed sergeant cut into the conversation, pulling the two heretics by the collar.
"QUIET DOWN! If the Commisar heard you two then you would consider yourselves lucky, you'll be dead before the orks arrive.", a quick and sharp order from the sergeant piped them down before they could say any more, they didn't need to, the whaaag of the orks can already be heard, the beat of their boots against the dirt.
"FORM A FIRING LINE! OPEN FIRE ON MY COMMAND!" The commisar shouted, a number of men fell backwards in fear and a number more decided a clean shot from the commissars' laspistol would be better than being ripped apart by the green tide. Five clean shots and they were dead, it was enough to bring the others back to their feet and ready to die in the name of the Imperium. The green skins came into view, their axes raised and their autoguns cocked, the guardsman was afraid, and even more afraid of the commisar, he will die here.
"OPEN FIRE!", a flurry of lights and the front row of orks hit the dirt with burning holes in their chests, another volley and the next row fell, again and again and eventually they came close enough to be hit by turret fire, the sound of the large bolter rounds being fired left the guards ears bleeding.
"FIX BAYONETS!", the guard was given only a moment of time to force the long blade into the lasgun, many had trouble but the guardsman fixed it quick and clean before a group of Gretchen made their way into the trench, two managed to steal away his lasgun and shoot another before he wrestled them to the ground and snapped their necks, stealing back his lasgun.
"CHARGE!" The commisar snapped, the remaining Gretchen were killed and the many guardsman still remaining rose to find that the ork horde had made its way to only a meter in front of them, the few brave men who charged were mowed down first, their armour easily ripped through by the strength of the grown ork, the guardsman charged too but was hit back by the butt of an ork autogun, knocked unconscious.

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Present

The wounded guardsman cried and spit blood, he grabbed the lone survivors' armour to hold himself up.
"Don't let me die, please... please...", the lone survivor held his hand firmly.
"My name is Estrus, only in death does duty end." He said triumphantly, a moment passed and he lay the man down, he served the Imperium with honour, it was only fitting Estrus did the same. He rose after some time and continued down his set path, Estrus knew where the Orks were, and he knew who needed this information, the inquisition wouldn't let an imperial Titan go to waste on an ork infested planet. It's probably where they were or where they are heading, both parties, both sides, inquisition and Ork.

[Assistant]
Aviza stopped midstep, swiftly turning to face the Astartes while the space marine continued to speak. She let him finish his ranting before replying to him in a lower, more aggressive and threatening tone than any of them had heard her speak before. "For someone of your caliber, I would expect you to do exactly that. Since you felt it necessary to question my orders and motives in front of the squad, and even going as far as to threatening our sanctioned Psyker, and possibly even myself, I will remind you of something very important. Inquisitor Solares put you under my command, you will do as I say without question, you will not comment negatively upon anyone in the squad as to hurt moral, you will do as you are told swiftly and to the letter without question, or you can return to the Imperial Guardsmen facility from which we came and wait while I explain to Inquisitor Solares that a member of the Deathwatch that is under my command went against my orders, threatened members of the squad, which include myself and that he is not fit for duty. You would be wise to keep in mind that if you were anything below a Space Marine, what you have done would be grounds for summary execution. Am I clear enough for you to understand or should I have Inquisitor Solares tell you in person what you have done wrong once she arrives?"

The storm above them was growing in strength, the rain now came down harder and hail pelted their armor while winds blew against them violently. The small motion tracker upon the HUD that was built into Aviza's visor started to flash, showing figures heading their way, and quite a few of them at that. "We have incoming, if this Astartes want's to the fight the Ork's then we shall let him do just that. Fall back into the armored bunker and set up a line of fire, you are free to engage when you see fit." Aviza motioned for the squad to follow her into the heavily reinforced bunker near them and quickly stepped inside. The interior had a set of heavy weapons upon a weapon rack that was attached to a wall near the small slits that showed out of the bunker. Three of the weapons were rocket launchers, and were already loaded and ready to be fired. The Celestian grabbed one of the rocket launchers and handed it to the Krieger, then one to the Merc, and the third to the Astartes, shoving it against him roughly. "Watch your back blast and pick your targets, they don't have much ammo so let's make them count." She, herself, took a heavy flamer and prepped the weapon.

[User]
The face of the White Scar remained completely blank as his superior officer – in the Inquisitorial hierarchy if nothing else – gave him a dressing down that was probably doing more damage to moral than anything he had said. Inside his helmet his features remained as still as the visor on the outside, and, although he could have snapped back with any number of comments, it was both pointless and would likely fall on deaf ears anyway.

Was there something going on between the Celestian and the psyker? Nergüi clearly did not understand humans as well as another human, but she had gotten very defensive over what he considered to be a perfectly reasonable series of comments.

What would she have done, he wondered, if he had simply walked back to the Imperial facility? Court-martial him, if they even survived the oncoming Greenskin horde? No, he was too valuable a commodity for such a wasteful thing. Perhaps they would have made it back, and he assumed that he would likely have had to speak with Inquisitor Solares, but beyond that...

"We have incoming, if this Astartes want's to the fight the Ork's then we shall let him do just that. Fall back into the armored bunker and set up a line of fire, you are free to engage when you see fit."

So be it.

The squad filtered in to the bunker, a well-sized building that would provide adequate protection from most enemy fire, the ceiling high enough that even he could nearly stand up to his full height. Quickly he took in the rack of heavy weapons, runes on his HUD showing there dimensions in excruciating detail, the Astartes not even rocking back as a rocket launcher was thrust hard into his hands.

"Watch your back blast and pick your targets, they don't have much ammo so let's make them count."

What he would have given for an Armourbane Pattern missile launcher at this moment, hefting the highly more common and less reliable Cadian Pattern tube onto his shoulder while creating a small stockpile of ammunition nearby.

"Enemy in sight. Please, give me some room."

With an ease born from both genetics and training, he loaded a Krak missile into the launcher and lifted it to point out of the bunkers slot. As there was nowhere for him to place his eye, a Guard launcher not really fit for one of his type, he cycled through a number of filters within his helmet until he reached one that caused the rain and lightning to melt away – leaving only the thundering vehicles that approached their last known position.

Schematics for an Ork warbuggie flashed up to the top-right of his eye, a blink-click phasing it out as he concentrated on the moving target. Adjusting his aim so that it was a few feet in front of the hurtling machine, water skidding from the tires and the dark skin of the boyz in the open-topped rear, he squeezed the trigger and felt the missile launcher jolt as it sent the payload screaming toward where the vehicle now was.

Nergüi smiled with satisfaction as the front cabin of the foremost buggy erupted into flames, the death howls of the Greenskins sending a swift flow of blood through his twin hearts, his entire body feeling more alive than it had since landing, and even as the mass of metal overturned and crashed into an already ruined wall he was reaching for another missile.


[System]
Dr. Emmy | Carter | Emmy

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"When life gives you lemons, make some lemonade!"

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Birthday & Age
May 6 | 29
Santa Ana, California

 Gender & Sexual Orientation
Female | Closeted Bisexual

 Other Labels
Sweetheart | Caucasian | American | Agnostic | Liberal

 Occupation
Pediatrician Specialized in Neonatal Medicine

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"I'm walking on sunshine, woah! | And don't it feel good!"

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Personality
The Positive:
* Sweet
* Kind
* Patient
* Energetic
* Loyal
* Caring
* Affectionate

The Negative:
* Emotional
* Too Trusting
* Wears her heart on her sleeve
* Can be a little annoying sometimes
* Naive

Evaluation Observations:
Upon first encounters, you may notice that Emmy is this bubbly, energetic ball of sunshine. She always has a smile on her face, and no matter the circumstances she sees the bright side of things. She's the type to try and cheer up her coworkers and bring little baked goods for everyone every once in a while to brighten up their day. She's also very patient, kind-hearted and smart.

Actual Personality:
When you get to know Emmy, you realize that what you saw in your first encounter is what you get. However, the fact that she's single with no children makes for a rather lonely life, as there is nothing more that she wants so badly than to have a family of her own. Rumor has it that she can get a little too attached to her tiny patients because she doesn't have children of her own. Sometimes, when she lets her guard down, you could catch her crying over not being able to help a patient or some other little thing (once she cried over not making enough cupcakes for everyone because she'd miscounted).

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"Live life to the fullest, and focus on the positive." - Matt Cameron

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 My Dreams
Even though Emmy has achieved most of her dreams by becoming a pediatrician and saving the lives of many newborns and children, there are still some things she wants to do. One of Emilia's dreams is to live her own love story, get married to that special someone, and to have a few of those wonderful babies she loves so much. In order to achieve that, though, she needs to find that Prince Charming first.

 Fears
* Infertility
* Being Eternally Single
* Losing her job
* Losing a patient

 Likes
* Babies and Children
* Pop music
* Her job
* Cheesy Romantic TV Series
* Cheesy Romance Novels
* Romantic Comedies
* Coffee
* Margaritas

 Dislikes
* Self-centered people
* Drugs
* Cheaters
* Hard liquor
* Tequila shots (after a rather memorable college incident)
* Any life-threatening ailment to her little patients

 Reputation
The resident sweetheart with the heart of gold, who wears that very same heart on her sleeve.

[User]
Christopher Freeman

I'm not gonna swallow the lie that I'm fed
Cos I want the world coming down on my head
You're gonna find out you're already dead
And I was the world coming down on your head

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"I don't think you understand, son. There's an emergency. It's probably an absolute ruckus up there. Do you think my ears can handle that kind of noise? No, precisely. So you'll have to deliver the flipping blood samples yourself, won't you?"

It was common knowledge among interns that you do not want under Dr Christopher Freeman. Ever. He would work them hard and use them for menial tasks that are too dull for him. This one was impressive, he had been working under Christopher for three weeks and his spirit hadn't been broken. Christopher liked the young man's spunk and determination, and therefore felt the need to work him harder than usual. As the boy ran off with the blood tests, Christopher moved quickly to the young man's work station in the lab. He seemed to be working on some equation he couldn't get the hang of for school. Topher was also known for being helpful towards those who he respected, so sticking to that image, he wrote out the hardest part of the work for the young man, and left him a note telling him that he just earned a 30 minute coffee break.

He returned back to his desk, cleaning up various test tubes and watch-glasses. This was the menial part of his job, cleaning up his mess. He truly adored his work, but it could be a bit tiresome. Nonetheless, without him the entire hospital would collapse. He was one of the best lab techs in the U.S., and everyone knew it, including himself. What he was doing was important research for the sake of the country. Or something like that, the usual spiel his mother gave him whenever she visited him.

He nodded at the intern as he came back. "Right then, I'm off on my break. I think I'll go and help with the ambulances. You'll know where to find me." His voice was unnaturally slow and he meticulously pronounced each syllable, a trick he learnt from speech therapy.

"Are you sure, Dr Freeman? I mean, you just said you wouldn't go up there... And you look exhausted..."

"Calm down, Lucas. I'll be just fine. What's the point of working in a hospital if you can't help 24/7."

As he entered the auditorium, the wailing sirens screamed over his thoughts. It almost hurt him, sending him into a state of panic. He was tired, and his sensitive ears were getting the better of him. He needed to get out, but he wanted to help. That was his job.

That being said, he never usually had to deal with this kind of noise. Taking a few deep breaths, he prepared for the worst. If distressed relatives needed help, he'd be there. If an impromptu blood test was needed, he'd be there. He looked around the room, spotting Tamara Hayes standing around, presumably as determined to help out as he was. He didn't think she was particularly bad company, so he walked up to her, coughing to make his presence know.

"Well hello there. Someone looks tired today. Were you working all night or...?" Small talk was, clearly, not his forte.

[Assistant]
SALEH ALNAELI

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They day started like any normal day that he would have had coming back from his one free day off. Saleh got in an early morning work out at the gym followed by a stop at his favorite coffee joint for a dark coffee with no sugar. The darker the better as it helped energize and fuel his body for whatever was going to come next during his shift. Things were always unpredictable at Caduceus Memorial Hospital, something Saleh secretly enjoyed. Sure he was a man who favored routine, but being a doctor there never really was a routine, just rituals one did before the day would begin. That's what kept him sane, having rituals to keep his thoughts aligned on the straight and narrow.

Being at CMH for a little more than a year, Saleh was still trying to integrate himself more into the community. Sure he was well liked by most of his superiors and the interns, but his other colleagues he needed to find more time to get to know. That was one thing he knew that he was lacking in as he was always throwing himself onto a case rather than getting to know those around him. His father would have been proud of all the work he has been doing, but his mother on the other hand would have bickered that he didn't have any friends to keep him company while he was there.

As he pulled up into the Caduceus Memorial staff parking lot his phone's emergency text vibrated and rang. There was a colossal mess of an accident and his name was on team one of the triage. Without hesitation he bolted out of his car and rushed inside, leaving most of his belongings in his car other than his badge and scrubs. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it into his car, swapping on his scrubs as he entered the hospital lobby, making his way to the trauma center.

Saleh hadn't read who else was on the triage team as it never really mattered, the only thing that mattered to him was that he was summoned so he was going to do his job. But, it did ease his mind at who he was teamed with as all the doctors at CMH were competent enough, he knew with confidence those who stood before him were some of the best there.

"Dr. Kim, Dr. Ivanov." He said with a respectful greeting bow. "Glad to be working with you today." Sure Saleh sounded like a kiss-ass with his good morning's, but it was how he was raised and it stuck on him like glue.

[User]
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
You know, the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change.
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

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Once Xander had left the room, Emilia decided it was her turn to depart the premises as well. Sighing, she got up from the bed, stretched and glanced around the room, trying to locate every piece of her clothing. Once every item was accounted for, Emmy began her treasure hunt, taking the opportunity to do some retrospection about her life -and what she'd failed to accomplish in it so far.

At the tender age of eighteen, right after graduating high school, young Emmy had decided to make a 10-year life plan for herself. Said plan consisted of the top five things she was dead-set on accomplishing in the next ten years: get her Pediatrics degree, land a job in one of the top medical facilities in the country, afford the car and home of her dreams, get married and have at least one child. Out of five, she'd managed to accomplish three of her goals. But for the blonde, the two goals she'd failed to reach were the ones the held the most significance to her. Not only had she not done so in the time period established, but she was also three months shy of that dreaded 30th birthday… And no sign of settling down in sight.

Dressing herself, Emilia tried to pinpoint the exact moment in which things had gone wrong. Had it been when she'd decided to part ways with Wilfred Thompson back in her senior year? They'd been such a serious, stable couple for the best part of two years- until their career choices had taken them down different paths. Maybe if they had found a way to make it work, he could possibly have been the one to grace her with the blessing of marriage and children…

Or had it been when she'd refused to take back Julius Kennedy back at the end of her sophomore year of college? Sure, he'd been a serial cheater and an overall douchebag. But what if her love was the key to him turning his life back around? What if, by neglecting to save Julius, she'd really lost her one opportunity at making her two biggest dreams a reality?

Or had it been back that last December, when she'd ended up in Dr. Alexander Ivanov's bed after having one too many martinis and margaritas at the Christmas staff party? Had it been then, when she'd failed to hold her ground in her search for her soulmate and instead had consented to what would end up becoming a sting of meetings for casual sex?

No matter how hard she thought about it, Emmy would never know which had been the second in which she'd fallen down this pit of despair; the one that had turned her into the kind of woman to hook up in broad daylight at her own workplace.

Sighing, Emilia would take one last glance at the scene of the crime before making her 'Walk of Shame' to the nearest staff bathroom. She'd secretly prayed that the room would be empty on her arrival to save herself the judgemental looks. However, said prayers went unanswered, because as Emmy opened the door she found herself staring at none other than Victoire Bailey.

Emmy died a little inside at the disapproving look Vic shot her as she washed her hands. "Someone's had a good morning," the raven-haired woman had commented, drying her hands on the cheap paper towels close to her.

"You could say that…" the blonde sighed, taking up a spot on the first sink. She took a paper towel, wet it a little and began to wipe the mess that was her mouth and jaw.

"You know that means the rest of the day will probably go to hell, right?"

"Well, you know what I always say: when life gives you lemons, you just have to make some sweet, delicious lemonade." Emmy replied in her usual bubbly fashion, rummaging in her purse for her makeup bag. She quickly touched up the bottom half of her face with some powder foundation, put on a fresh coat of lipstick and fixed up her disheveled hair before turning back to Victoire. "Actually, Vic, I was heading down to the lounge for some coffee…" she trailed off, having second thoughts about what she was going to do but deciding to take a shot anyway. "And I was wondering if you wanted to come down with me? I kind of want to talk to someone about something, and I thought that maybe you could be that someone…?"

Both women were making their way out of the bathroom when a familiar voice greeted them. Looking up, Emilia realized it was Abraham Cross: Victoire's partner in crime and resident hotshot lawyer with which the blonde had a story with… More news at 10.

"Hey, Abe!" she happily replied to the man, shooting him the brightest of smiles. When asked about the haircut, Emmy giggled and waved a hand. "Nope, no new hair! Just same old me."


[System]
Age: 18

Sex: Male

Race: Zora

Handiness: Right

Appearance: Quite tall, broad-shouldered and muscular compared to most Zora. His skin is a light blue, while the fins on his arms are much darker than the rest of him. His eyes are the same dark blue as his fins. He wears a necklace made of seashells all the time, only taking it off to sleep, as well as a simple rope bracelet on his left wrist. He also wears a belt where he keeps his whip and a spear strapped to his back.

Inheritance: Whip (Skyward Sword) – Currently allows him to swing over gaps, strong enough to carry his whole weight with little trouble. Magic makes it near-impossible to break. Can also be used in battle once he masters it further.

Personality: Proud and hotheaded, fiercely loyal and determined to prove himself to others, he has a tendency to throw himself into dangerous situations with little thought of the consequences, although he has the decency to be sorry about it afterwards. He will often throw himself into danger to protect others that he cares about. Generally cheerful, and makes an effort to get along with people when meeting them, most of the time, but has a tendency to hold grudges against people who do him wrong.

Recent history: The youngest prince of his tribe, he has always competed with his older siblings and come up short, finding himself outclassed time and time again, despite his determination to succeed. On one of these occasions, something went terribly wrong because of Karu's actions, leading to his being sent out into exile, with orders not to return until he had proven himself worthy as a prince.
Finding himself completely alone for the first time, Karu now searches the land for people in need and quests that need completed in an effort to prove himself, and in a hope that eventually he will receive the message that would allow him home.

Personal Goal: To prove his worth to his people.

Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Swimming and breathing underwater.
2. Determination – Once he sets his mind on something, it is impossible to change it.
3. Skilled with spears, can use then to fight and also to fish for food.

Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Hot-tempered – easy to offend, and holds grudges.
2. Doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
3. Vulnerable to heat and fire

Greatest Love: Diving, especially from cliffs and waterfalls – The higher the better

Hates the most: People who disrespect him or question his honour

Misc: Karu is surprisingly good at dancing and singing, although the only songs he knows are those from his tribe.

Theme song: ???

[User]
The entire situation was incredibly confusing to Vieru. The first humans to interact with him and didn't want him dead were incredibly strange. And he had just agreed to join a Guild, with people, who would almost certainly hate him. Then there was the matter of the Red Potion the girl had thrown him. Nobody had ever given him anything before, even something as simple as this. Vieru didn't think he needed to drink it right now, so he tucked it into the pouch at his hip for the time being. The girl who had thrown him the potion suddenly announced that she was hungry and sat down, pulling food out of her pack.

She asked if anybody else was hungry, and Vieru eyed the food for a moment. He barely trusted them enough to be on the ground near them, there was no way he was accepting food from them. Even if it did look good. "I'm alright, thanks." He said politely declining the food and making sure he was a safe distance away from the girls, and the Cuccos. He was thinking about how foolish he was. There was still a chance of getting away. One good breeze was all it would take to escape. But something was making him stay. Whether it was the fact that the girls had been so kind to him, or something else, he had no idea.

After taking a few nervous steps back, Vieru slowly lowered himself to the ground. Sitting cross legged. He sighed contently, finally he had the chance to rest. Even if he was still on guard with the girls around. "I uh, suppose I should tell you my name." He said suddenly, choosing each word carefully. He didn't exactly get many chances to talk to people, let alone introduce himself. "...I'm Vieru." Bitterly he thought that they must not have expected a demon to have a name. After all, they were monsters without feelings who murdered in cold blood. And were certainly not responsible for many monster deaths in the area.

Vieru took a deep, calming breath, and closed his eyes. Trying to relax despite the company he was in. He tried to forget they were there and just focused on the feeling of the wind. It was almost as if he was meditating. Which, he kind of was. After a moment he opened his eyes again, wanting to keep an eye on the humans. He definitely wasn't going to be able to relax around them. He doubted that he'd ever get used to being around humans. That is, if they didn't just kill him outright.

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As the meeting started to get underway and more and more people left, Ruink had finished his sandwich and watched rather quietly as the situation unfolded. There were more people speaking up and making demands but there were one or two voices that caught the hybrids attention above all others.

The first voice that caught his attention was the rather petite woman that was yelling about destiny. If her introduction was anything to go by her name was Tina Din and she claimed to be some kind of Oracle that would defeat a great evil. Her self importance and ego aside, she was kind of cute and her choice of outfit drew the eye, if only because of how outside of the normal it was. Someone to speak to later he felt...

The second voice to really stand out was one speaking about how everyone was here for some sort of reward or payment. Turning towards what turned out to be another woman's voice, Ruink's gaze landed on the rather captivating sight of a Gerudo woman. He had seen some of the Gerudo before back home through they were still a rare and exotic sight to behold... this one especially so. Provided of course that she didn't end up robbing him blind this trip was looking more and more like the correct decision to make as far as Ruink was concerned.

Still, the meeting got underway as 'Warden' took over, making it clear that they were relocating to somewhere near the foothills of the Death Mountain Ranges. While moving to such a place would fill most Zora with fear of dehydration (and with good reason) Ruink himself had much less to fear; The benefits of being a hybrid after all.

Thinking to himself for a moment, he removed a small wooden disk from a pocket of his tunic. On one side was a carefully craved picture of a crown while on the other was a likewise carefully craved fish picture. Flipping the disk into the air, he caught it in his open palm as it came back down before slapping the disk onto the back of his left hand. Uncovering the disk, the fish side was clearly on top.

His mind made up, when the party started to move out Ruink made the effort to be at around the same part of the group as the Gerudo woman. Offering her a warm smile, he politely asked "So, what sort of treasure do you think we'll uncover during this adventure? Even if it isn't the goal, if stories have told me anything the lairs of beasts and monsters tend to contain treasures and items that were either lost there when the area was originally abandoned or horded by the monsters themselves."

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The young blonde boy quickly bowed to the Sheikah before tying his harp back at his side and following after the man who called himself Warden. Personally he'd seen guys like a dozen times over, they puffed themselves up gave themselves big tough sounding names. He hated the type, the gang leader who was just so much tougher, probably thought he was a genius two. He could have asked names or asked how people found their way to the guild. Instead he ignored most of them and planned to walk them up into the mountains, probably for some sort of test or initiation.

Following them he began to test his bow, it was nothing of legend. He'd taken it from some thieves he'd outsmarted back home, apparently it had at one point belonged to some great archer in the coastal town. Shrugging he made sure the string was taunt, moving up to the front of the group he watched the path, he needed to know the way back to town encase this turned out to be a waste of time. On accident as he drew back the string one of his glowing white arrows appeared, blushing a little he slowly loosened the string and the arrow faded. He really hoped no one thought poorly of him for that display.

[Assistant]
Rida smiled at Vieru as he finally introduced himself. "I'm Rida! And the Cucco you first met is Henry." Rida said. At that moment Henry walked up to Veiru again. Since Vieru was on the ground sitting Henry decided to take advantage of it. He quickly got himself into Vierus lap and sat down. "Aww Henry likes you! I hope we get to be good friends too!" Rida said with a sweet smile on her face. To everyone else they would see Rida as strange due to her willingness to interact with a demon. Even among those in the guild it was quite weird.

Rida was certainly not a normal girl. No one had any idea who she had descended from. Many have said that she had descended from the Romani family due to her connection with the Cuccos. But in truth none of them could believe that she was truly descended from the Romani family, despite her last name she was adopted by them. Not all of those in the guild exactly trusted Rida either. Of course Henry helped with this quite a bit.

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It was certainly a motley assortment of individuals that had gathered together to fight Evil. From a knight wrapped in death, to rangers, half-Zoras, and even a Goron had answered the call. It was like all the weirdos in Hyrule had decided to come together for a celebration. Well as long as they did not get in her way she didn't give one burnt crisp if they attempted to help but this Hero's Guild leader had only spoken a little and already she was rather ticked.

Warden was an enigma, but not one she cared to find out about. Between his ridiculous mask, attitude, and awful codename Tina already knew she was gonna regret going along. They would be grateful that she decided to stay to defeat the approaching darkness despite her person misgivings about present company. He also seemed overconfident, haughty, and all greater-than-thou like which she could not stand, such cheek. Well, she would have to endure for now as at the moment she had no other leads.

The other two pseudo-leaders, Ark and Kira at least seemed potentially competent so hopefully they could keep things afloat. As for the other tag-alongs...well most of them would probably just drag her down frankly though there were a few of at least some interest. For example, the half-zora was quite an oddity and his unique bloodline certainly had her interested in what facets of biology she shared between the races. The Sheikan she noticed could be quite a fine, as a member of a nearly extinct race there was potential for him to know something that could help her on her quest. Also the mighty Goron she had least had a grudging amount of respect for. As a race that lived in fiery locations they were somewhat closer to the Goddess Din, and in a sense her, than the others.

Raven

Well, she was not about to just follow without learning something so Din decided to make use of Kira's offer of answering questions. "That Warden is quite the stuck-up sort." She could not help but mention before actually starting to ask questions. "So what in the world is this mission? A mini campaign? So you understand the only reason I'm tagging alone so I can get to the bottom of the source of darkness to destroy of seal it, course I prefer burning it to a crisp." To shed light on her point a small ember appeared in the palm of one of her outstretched hand, then she curled her fingers up and snuffed it out.

"I swear if this mission turns out to be some side-job unrelated to what is currently happening to this world, that masked jerk is gonna need some serious burn ointment. But I digress, can you at least explain why there is a need to head to the Death Mountain Range? There'd better be a reason besides something as droll as training which I don't need at all."

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Oryx followed as behind the others, he preferred to keep his distance for now till he was able to gauge everyone's attitude towards him. A test of their abilities no doubt this mission was. He had run into quite the brave bunch of people in his living days and even though their hearts overflowed with courage or bravery, some of them wouldn't be able to hold up in a fight of any kind. The Darkness that was approaching came faster with every passing day, as the night gallops across the plains of the earth as the Sun retreats to the ends of the earth. Oryx had his suspicions at to what the Darkness was, but he hoped to the bottom of his ribcage that he was wrong in every way possible. One member of the group who decided to stick it out piped up with much confidence of destroying the coming darkness, even "burning it to a crisp".

"I admire your confidence, but this darkness is different, it holds a similar scent to evil from days long forgotten. Hopefully just an echo of those dark times..." Oryx said under his breath mostly to himself. However this Warden fellow seemed like he would be able to answer what dangers lay ahead of the heroes to be. His aura swirled around him with great strength and magic, definitely someone you wouldn't want to mess with or be on their bad side. It would seem however from the man's previous choice of words and tones that he was not a man of being polite, coming off very rude and gruff in his opinion. Though peoples personalities was not something he should be pondering about, the task at hand was far more important than such distracting thoughts.

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Karu strolled toward the back of the group, holding his head high to try and hide his initial nervousness. He still felt slightly ridiculous with his spear and the strange whip on his belt. Having recovered slightly, he took a look at the crowd. There was one face he recognized - The goron leader, Argon, who he'd met once at a diplomatic meeting between their people. Speaking of gorons... He tuned back to the man who spoke to them - the "Warden", just as he mentioned going to Death Mountain. Death mountain? He shuddered, thinking of the heat. His last trip to Death Mountain had been fraught with headaches, nausea and dizziness caused by the heat. He felt ill even at the idea, but didn't want to back out now. He'd be a laughing stock.

Still, he wasn't exactly happy about it. It seemed unfair to him that their abilities would be tested in an environment that was so unsuited to his strengths. What was the point of this? He looked at the so-called warden, who had far too high an opinion of himself as far as Karu was concerned, just as he turned and began to walk out of the hall. He found himself agreeing with the crazy fire-lady about the Warden, although he'd probably still keep a fair distance from her. There'd be enough fire on the mountain as it was.

He couldn't keep his mouth shut completely, though, as the Warden continued walking in a way that seemed smug and self-assured and specifically designed to annoy him.

"Seriously, what's with him? I'd be surprised if he doesn't think he could stop the darkness himself, the smug-" Karu stopped himself from continuing, barely biting back his angry words. He shook his head, and turned to follow him out of the hall, looking particularly unhappy about it.


[System]
(I plan on updating his CS later on at some point)
Gender: Male

Age: 38

Magic: N/A

Magic Level: N/A

History:
A wizard with no record or known existence before, and only goes by his name. He was heard of earlier when he used some kind of extensive use of shadow/darkness magic in which he challenged numerous wizards to test their magic strength, but those that challenged him either ended up severely injured or died. Eventually, he found his way at the Magic Council and challenged them as well. He was able to easily take out most of the Council members that were there. But Grane was able to trick him and seal him away in a ball of light. Currently, Shutler is sealed away in the ball of light that is maintained by some light lacrima keeping the ball prison in place and stable. Where his seal and prison now resides below the Council's building in which the building against mostly took place.
Currently:
He's broke out of his prison but was later sent to Edolas with the help of the Council and remaining Phoenix Wing Guild members.

Personality:
Sees little value in most things. Is merciless, ruthless, unforgiving, heartless, inhuman, cruel, barbarous, vicious, callous, and a cold blooded guy to anyone he encounters.

Three Strengths:
 - Extremely low feeling of pain, thus he can endure most things.
 - Craves the excitement and adrenaline that he feels from battle that fuels his energy to continue fighting until a body stops moving.
 - The power that he wields and the way he uses it.

Three Weaknesses:
 - The light.
 - Feeling on edge when staying in one place.
 - Terrible at making any friends and allies.

Appearance:

[User]
Master Jamie

How had things gotten so out of control? If Jarvis was here, Jamie knew, everything would be alright. Jarvis was, really, as much guild master of Jamie himself, maybe more so. Jarvis just seemed to know what to do, he would have had the builders rounded up, and working effectively.

He would have known how to handle all the guild members, and would already have the new members sorted, and rested in their own rooms, with food on the table, drinks being served and, Jamie was sure, everyone getting along. Perhaps it was just the lasting effects of their battle with the magic council, or maybe the missing members were like a worry over the whole guild, Jamie didn't know.

As Melina approached and asked about Payment, it was like something had just snapped. "its not even noon yet, and there's all this issues to deal with? You don't owe anything Melina. Just don't get yourself killed. Now I better bloody track down that damned Genie before he does something else. Damian, please, deal with Tall, dark and my guess is he considers himself frightened, but falls short by calling himself the Time Lord. DO whatever you have to do, then go on your job. I should be back by then" He looked over to Fleo and Nolan and nodded "That's okay"

Jamie didn't wait for a response, instead, starting out the guild after Nero, scooping up the Pegiun as she went along. "You left the Penguin behind" Jamie called after him.

Edo-Sasha

What had she done? She went straight to the bar, helping herself to a drink, seeing that the earthlanders were gone. She didn't know who was at the guild hall or not. She drank the drink in three large gulps, wincing as she heard the loud thump from the infirmary. Her heart was thumping, almost painfully, at what she had done.

Why had she kissed him?

She leaned against the bar, eyes closed, willing herself to calm. She couldn't. KNowing she should stay away, should stay where she was, she couldn't stop herself moving back to the infirmary. She could hear him, which meant he was by the door. She nudged to gently open.

Sasha

Sasha nodded, satisfied. She would help them, but she couldn't do much with her attacks, as a majority o them would just cause damage to the surrounding area too, and a lot of t was already scarred from the battles previously. "Lets do this quickly then. We'v been gone from home too long" she said, stepping back, out of their way, ready to defend them should Genstai do something.

Jarvis

Jarvis sighed. He looked to Amelia and Joshua as the Legion landed, sliding off, "Shall we go join them?" he asked, giving the Legion's side a stroke, he stepped back, a couple of Lacrima in his hands

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Zenoram/Zero

So fast. Everything moved forward and was dealt with so incredibly fast. It started with Amaya. Seems she was the first to get in a word between them when she made an attempt to have him back off from challenging Damian. It went on even further when Jamie and Karn also called for a stand still. No fighting had begun. Not even the commencement of a spell had begun. Even so, mentally, Zenoram was sighing in relief cheering for the action of others where he could do nothing to stop the more ferocious half of his mind.

Zero's eyes narrowed, but he soon turned away deciding to take the advice and listen. "Oh whatever. If this shits a rule then I guess I have to fucking abide. Not like I really give a fuck anyway." He spoke, the words mostly aimed at Damian as he became a bit more cooperative. Still, there was a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We'll wait for Karn." He paused before taking a breath. "In fact! Fuck it. If anyone else wants to go and see this supposed dragon, let them feel fucking free." His tone and the extra curses thrown into his words, with some nearly inaudible mumbles made it obvious that he wasn't happy. But he wanted to go. At least like this he could maybe delay the mission or hold them back. Get a message to Hemlock. Something. It just made more sense.

"What are we going to do?"
"Hell if I know. But I should stay in the lead for now."
"But... I... I don't know..."
"Just... Trust... Me..."
"Ugh... Fine..."

Thinking a bit more clearly now the young man huffed and took a seat. "By the way. Amaya. What was that about looking for your mother?" He asked calmly. There were more questions on her mind. Like for one, what was wrong with Karn? Just because he was caught up in his own little moment doesn't mean he hadn't noticed the feminine males behavior. And what was with that one guy with the penguin who apparently got scolded? Well... That wasn't his business. "By the way..." He added to Amaya. "Who exactly knows about your magic?" The question came out as a whisper. Lower actually as he took into account a Dragon Slayer's heightened senses.

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Trinity Stratos
The minstrel with white hair was stepping out from around a corner when Nero zipped past her. "Oh, there goes that suspicious person. How about that other one...?"

She makes her final approach and steps through the doors of the guild hall once more. "I miss anything?" She'd carefully stashed the gloves away on her person by now, though she still had to consider how she was going to get the bloodstain out. It would be tricky, and she might have to resort to magical means. Maybe some sort of magic detergent? Who knows what she'd find in Fiore?

For now, she heard something about dragons. Which was certainly interesting.

[Assistant]
Ariel
Well it looked like she was left to fend for herself. Everyone else in the guild hall seemed to be busy in one way or another. Attempting to move on her own power again she managed to stay upright for a bit before tumbling. How stupid of her to try and help that guy out. She'd only gotten in the way and now was tying in the floor.

Ariel
Whilst fuming at herself for being so useless she triggered a change. In a brief flash of magic her appearance changed slightly. The blue of her eyes became a burning orange along with her hair and clothes. It was a transition that she was accustomed to and didn't notice happening. "Come on dammit." Grumbling she lifted herself up again and with a new resolve stood shakily.

[User] Angelo ran into the edolas capital hearing the commotion from miles away and as he ran he saw what could only be described as a giant golem. The mythical creature of earth is actually here in the capital, doing what Angelo has no idea but whatever it is a giant creature like that isn't in the capital because its lost. Angelo jumped onto one of the buildings nearby and hoped for the best as Angelo used a lightning bolt and threw it but as Angelo suspected it had 0 effect on the earth creature, it was Angelo's one weakness was earth. Angelo really cant help this time so Angelo tried to see about helping the people evacuate or something

[Assistant]
Amaya VanIsis

Amaya sighed a great sigh of relief "Save that anger for your mission...you will need it if your going up against a supposed dragon.."She commented happy he actually listened to someone's advice. She still didn't like the swearing but if it kept zero from getting injuried next then by all means let the swears fly.

amaya looked around taking in all the sight, sounds and smell analyzing every thing that was going on..it was truely choas and she felt bad that master jamie had to deal with all of this. it was like a huge mad house of a single father with a TON of kids doing their own thing, some guy came in and left leaving a pegiun randomly in the guild..werid. She saw karn run off after having a coughiong fit. what a werid guild. Dhe followed zero sitting next to him "She wasn't my real mother but she was more of a mother to me then my own ever could...She suddenly dissappeared a year ago...I havn't found any trace of her other then the note she etched in ice to join this guild...Why would she suddenly vanish after caring for me all those years..no goodbye, no 'see ya soon'..nothing, it was like she never really existed to anyone but me."She said to Zero before leaning against him to whisper under her breath "No one other then you..maybe that female looking male..he said dragon lady to me once...other then them, no one should know." She let out a few sneezes and coughs within the whisper but she made sure Zero heard every part.

she took out her small notepad ,writting something quick on it before balling up the piece of paper, tossing it lightly at his head "It was very nice to see you both again.. We should catch up sometime when your free...oh also say hi to that dude in a dress..I can never get a word in to properly say hi..Always moving around like a cute girly ant."She commented getting up. On that piece of paper she wrote only one request "Can you ask him about aurora...Tell No one else.."

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia ||
Interacting: Mithera

Karn perked as he spotted Mithera bound over and he crouched down and stroked the top of her head in a gentle pet. Glad to see the black feline looked alright and seemed glad about. "Hey Mythy glad you're okay." he chuckled before smiling brightly. "Hey, me, Zero-kun, and Zenny were thinking on a job back to Mt. Hakobe. People are apparently expecting some sort of dragon. Thought you'd like to join us. It seems were going to have Dammy with us too though." he mused softly, unsure how exactly this was going to go. Damian seemed nice but... Maybe a little... Aggressive? He didn't know how to put it.

[Assistant]
Gentsai
Location: Titan's left interior leg and outer foot

Gentsai noticed Mayt run pass him up the interior leg, seeing as it could take him awhile to reach the top since the titan is about eight hundred meters tall. He left the stairs and walked deeper in the snake like cavern interior leg. Eventually stopping at a dead end, facing a wall. He gently placed his hand on the rocky surface and the wall opened revealing a room. Once he stepped through, the secret door behind him closed back and the room suddenly began shifting as if it was moving him the titan. Within a few minutes, the room stopped and opened, revealing Gentsai to his destination.

Back on the outer foot, Lazarus tried attacking it which only led to a small chip falling off. But the area where he struck started to slightly rumble irregularly, acting as if it didn't like how Lazarus treated it. From the same spot, a golem started sprouting out from the ground, standing a few feet taller than Lazarus. It stood there, simply examining him. Slowing, it tried using its large hands to brush Lazarus away and off the titan.

Shutler
Location: Titan's left interior leg

The shadow from the distance was of course Shutler who listened in Edo Shutler and Penny's earlier conversation. As well as the later conversation between Gentsai and the two wizards. Once that conversation finished, Shutler was still in his shadow form as he streamed past Sasha and Lazarus who probably didn't notice him pass. He followed Mayt's path instead of Gentsai and eventually reached him, passing him and appeared out of the ground facing Mayt. "It's been awhile since I last met someone not from Edolas. I can sense it, your magic; it's nothing like those from Edolas for sure. Mainly because no one in Edolas have magic. Funny huh? Our only way back to Earth Land is by traveling on this huge thing built in Edolas, world of no magic, strange since isn't it." snickering to his own comment.

Shutler slowly shifted to his fighting stance as he watched Mayt's movement "Before the obvious happens, I must thank you for not killing that guy that you spoke to earlier. If you didn't spare him at that moment, who knows when the anima's activation would have started. But now, I can't let you ruin this great opportunity. I can see it, in your eyes, you can't wait for a fight. Tell me, no, show me who should start, you or I?"