[System]
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy.And yet people act as if there is some ideal order in the world, some Rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged
Alias : Ignis
Age : 31
Gender : Female
Allegiance : Hero [in the strictest sense of the world. She's NG]
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Elis has two resoundingly different appearances, one for when she is out and about in her normal guise, and one when she is patrolling the city as a Hero! Of sorts, at least. More like, a person that generally stops people being dicks with other people, more than a hero.

When normally active, Elis has short black hair, and wears a subtle, unintrusive latex suit, covering her from neck to toe, and with only her head exposed, under whatever clothes she decides to wear for the day, so it is only generally her hands and occasionally her neck that is obviously latexed. She wears a pair of glasses, totally fake but for the show. Through these, her blue eyes can be seen, and her face has a soft, perfect look to it, as if she spends several hours a day in front of a mirror applying moisturizer and makeup for the perfect complexion. She has ample breasts, and a lithe frame, something that would make her generally attractive for a few people, until they found the reason for why she wore the suit, at least, the reason she claimed.

In her hero form, Elis changes so much she is barely recognisable. Ditching the latex for a deep red halterneck corset, a very short pair of pants, and some incredibly vibrant pair of red ballet heels, she shows off a great deal of her flawless skin, and flants a firey pattern on everything she wears. This, along with her name, clues everyone in to her powers immediately, and so they can work to counter her, and take advantage of the fact that she is so obviously putting her powerset on show. Another large change is the colour of her hair and eyes, taking a very sharp nose-dive to a pure white, and removing the need for any sort of mask. Her hair also stands on end, spiky as if gelled into a mohawk. She wears a flashy pair of gauntlets that look very high-tech and are clearly the source of her power.

Power Set: Bio-Electrokinesis: Ignis naturally generates a much higher Electromagnetic Field than most humans, and can use this to her advantage, making the super powers from her own body. Ignis' main power is, despite the fire natured name and motiff, electrokinesis. She can only control the electricity that she produces herself, but she can use this to her advantage, throwing lightning bolts around, and uterlizing it to have an electromagnetic powerset. Originally used so she could actually wear the hellish Ballet Boots without tripping, she has since become accustomed to them, and now can uterlize it for lifting metal objects, and launching them and hypersonic velocity. This bio-electricity renders her immune to practically everything electrical based, as she simply absorbs the energy. It also allows her to gain a degree of super reflexes and strength by charging her nervous system and muscular system, but this negates her manifestation while she is using it, and her powers can only sustain overcharging one system at a time. The same is said about her healing powers, which negate the rest of her powers while being active. She can also charge her electromagnetic powers into a compressed ball and then release a pulse to fry everything remotely electronic in the surrounding area.

Background story: Ignis, born Eliane Saal - but much preferring Elis - was not one who looked to the horizon for anything. Life, was just life. She had a distinct inability to work, socially, so had few friends, and didn't get along with her parents because she didn't really know how to get along with them, and they simply brushed her off as being weird when she was nine, so she decided that humans were not worth the effort. But, what she did have, was an abundance of drive and talent in online forums, spinning out many different guises to fill the days, weeks and months of apathy between school.

However, one day, she blew up her room's light-bulb by touching the switch. It made her jump, but she passed it off as a dicky fuse, a theory that was then proven false when she blew up her computer as well by touching that. Through secret trial and error, hidden at the bottom of her room away from anything electrical and with several metal objects, she found her that her everything were electrical. And, that she couldn't be shocked either - which she discovered by sticking her tongue on a piece of metal she was touching - which led to an awkward question. How the hell was she going to tell her parents that she had suddenly become some sort of, lightning girl? And if she couldn't turn it off, how was she going to do anything in this world of increasing electrical reliance. In five minutes she had a whole list of things that would be destroyed by her touching them, and with her growing interest and skill with all manner of electronic engineering, this was going to suck, a lot. So, instead, she ran to the bathroom and pulled on the rubber gloves used for cleaning. That sorted her hands, but there was the rest of her that was a problem, so she stole out of the house, and went to a certain, shop, she knew. There she bought herself a catsuit in a skin-colour, and spent the next hour fighting to get it on before finally succeeding and returning home. Her parents didn't really care, she was always weird, and her school didn't care either.

So, over the next few years, she went everywhere in it, but also avoided people to reduce the risk of accidents, while working on a book in her spare time over a new computer she got. It was quite ironic, being about a girl who had suddenly gained powers she had no idea what to do with, but she changed details up enough that nobody knew it was her she was referring to. However, just before she managed to get it published, Bad Things happened, and she had to leave her town for somewhere else. Somewhere far away from her town. So, she ran to the city
of Daria. Having some terrible luck, she managed to get herself in a situation where she was about to be mugged, only to be saved by some caped crusader. Without really thinking, she spilled the beans on the whole electrical powers thing, and luckily, the man was kind enough to help her out with getting in under control. Something that she desperately needed because she was becoming a true wiz in her engineering hobby, and wearing latex all the time was kind of awkward to work with.

While, through extensive testing and training, it became clear her touch-to-shock would never go away, she did manage to throw a few lightning bolts, which was always cool. Drunk on the power of lightning, she created her own costume and took to the streets. But, she was kind of bad at creating costumes, so it looked, less noble hero, more something out of a late night Japanese Hentai. Even so, it was pretty liberating, for her, giving her a new and rather nutty impression of herself, making her much more, socially alive than she ever felt was possible. So she became much more of a Deva than she ever thought was possible, through several iterations of her costume, and even some evolution of her powers. She was a girl who was in love with being a superpowered woman, in love with the freedom, if she didn't really get around to heroing all that often. She more did what she wanted to do and stopped anyone who was being an asshole if she was in the general area.

However, a few years into this liberation, the world suddenly caught a cold, and Heroes dropped like flies. Elis was one of the very few that managed to survive, and she had no idea how she managed that, but it was as if fortune smiled upon her. That didn't last long, as aliens invaded and smashed the crap out of humanity. Unable to fight them down on Earth, with her powers, Elis decided to get herself caught by the hunters, and see what she could do when they took her back to their home. What kind of manipulation she could do to make their power supplies go boom. Sabotage was the best way to win when you couldn't brute-force it, after all.

Nemesis (the alias and username) : Mimic
Nemesis's story : The Sorid tale, of Mimic and Ignis. The beautiful girl dropped down Ignis' town after believing it to be an easy hunting ground, and started picking off gangsters to carve out her own empire. Ignis came around one day with tea and cookies to flirt and offer an alliance, but Mimic turned her down cold. This, turned out to be the worst thing to do, as Ignis became the nightmare of Mimic, always there, foiling every move she tried to make, crushing her plans and smiting her minions, like the first actual bit of heroing she had ever done. The emotional stress was overwhelming, but Ignis' eternal presence, prevented Mimic from removing herself from the equation, and forcing her to simply live in hell.

[User]
Tamria sat in the back corner of her cell. She chose the floor over the thin stale mattress that this prison called a bed. She had lost track of how long she had been here. The days had turned to weeks and after that she had reverted into her own mind. Half eaten meal trays sat in the corner of her room, the food far too preserved to rot. Soft humming sounds escaped her mouth at times, but no one else could get anything else out of her. The others didn't know her name, or what she could do, nothing except that she must be alive because the guards kept feeding her.

She was daydreaming her way through a forest of fairy-tales when the alarm sounded, startling her awake. She was quick to scamper under the itchy woolen blanket that had been provided. She often found that pretending to be asleep was the best to receive minimal attention from the guards. They would poke her to make sure she was alive and leave her food by the bars, if they chose to feed them that day.
A voice rose above the alarm. It sounded human. Tamria crawled towards the bars, her knees scraping along the concrete floor, her ears ringing and her head spinning. She collapsed against the bars as everything went black.

[Assistant]
Ken Vector had been asleep when the alarm started blaring. After all, there was nothing to do in this hellhole other than sleep a broken sleep, eat the food not worthy of a dog, plot impossible escapes, or exercise in what little space he had. Admittedly he was surrounded by other cells, and could have spoken with the other inhabitants, but he looked at them all with disdain. Why bother himself with the plebiscite inferiors. They were beneath him, as were these monstrosities. Anything so weak and insignificant to rely on numbers did not deserve to be considered as intelligent life.

It was only natural, that with an ego and his sense of self importance, he was grumpy and irritable to be woken up early.
"Which one of you imbecilic simpletons roused me prematurely!?"
Ken was left slightly shocked when he saw a human standing before the cell, ushering him to hurry.
"I don't need your assistance, wench. I can manage this on my own!"
She hurried on, and as he watched, zapped the others out of their cells. He would never admit it, but he was slightly impressed. Only slightly.
"Okay, fine. Get me out of here you insufferable curr. Only reason you would risk this venture is because you need our powers. You cannot afford to leave any of us behind."
He stuck his hands through the bars.
"Do it, bit..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was teleported out of his own personal hell of a cell, and into the hallway, cutting his sentence off as nausea roiled over him.
"Not getting used to that..."

[User]
Torture wasn't a regular part of the aliens repertoire. But it may well have been, doing nothing day in, day out for years on end was basically torture in and of itself. He ran his hand through his hair, he'd lost count how long it'd been since he was captured. He could hardly remember his friends faces, let alone those of the people in the cells nearby who he'd converse with day in day out about the same old reminiscent stuff.

The alarm sent a look of confusion rather than one of joy or shock across Joe's face. In all his time in the prison he'd never once heard an alarm be tripped. He rose from his seated position, rubbing his wrist and stretching his legs ever so slightly. He was surprised to see a familiar face was their defacto rescuer.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Portal actually rescuing Falcon from a prison rather than trying - and failing might I add - to put him in one." He grinned, sticking his hands through the bars with an air of confidence.

[Assistant]
Tinkering was hard without her powers, or tools, or the right materials, and the chance that Aliens could come by at any moment and see you were tinkering and then stab you in the urethra because fuck you human. But she still managed to pull it off, because she was awesome like that, and that is how she was found when the alarm went off, using some strip of metal that could be called a screwdriver with a great deal of imagination to work on something with the appearance of a lot of metal bits thrown together and compressed into a shape. What shape, exactly, was still up for debate, but it was definitely a shape.

So when Portal came in and asked everyone to stick their hands through the prison bars, Elis instead passed through her newest and greatest machine. It was the culmination of the very reason she had invaded this place. And this, was going to be glorious.
"Put this on the outer wall of the prison and charge it with eight point three gigawatts of electricity. Then your escape plan will become a fair bit easier than it is right now. Or it will blow up, I've not yet had the luxury of testing it's full capabilities"


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Hetero

Human or werewolf: Werewolf

Pack member or loner: Pack member

Pack name: Odessa

Pack position: Regular pack member, although he is high on that list.

Appearance:

Strengths:
 -Brave
 -Helpful/generous
 -Stronger than he looks

Weaknesses:
 -Not too durable (cardiovascular) unless in wolf form
 -Low pain tolerance (tied to the above)
 -Shy around girls (that'll only bite him in the ass when it comes down to it)

Personality: He's a quiet, booky person who sometimes tries, often unsuccessfully, to be funny, and he loves puns- the worse the better. He sincerely wants to be able to pick up girls, but...he freezes up; he just gets too anxious. He works out in an attempt to look attractive, but the whole talking to ladies thing really just sabotages him regardless of looks. Around trusted people/good friends, he can be surprisingly loud, obnoxious, 'fun' and rowdy. Since he likes to switch forms, he eats. A lot. Very high calories...and he manages (because of all the energy he uses by transforming) not to put on any weight. Perfect exercise!

History: His childhood was...not extraordinary. It was, in fact, pretty boring, until he was eleven and found out that an older friend of his had been turned; that's how he discovered the existence of werewolves. Another year passed though, and his friend died because he hadn't found love. It was a hard experience for Aldo, and he was told that he should never become a werewolf.
He just couldn't shake off his fascination with the Odessa Pack though. He stayed friends with the werewolves, and was turned a couple of months ago after an accident in which he startled a werewolf and got scratched...deep.
Needless to say, when he got the wound treated and got home, all he could think was: "Shit."

Other:

[User]
Vashti lifted her head when Sasha appeared from the house; listening to her instructions, even though she knew how pack patrol goes. However in her old pack, they did not stress the need to travel in pairs for safety. She supposed they didn't really care.....being that their numbers were so small and so few knew of their exsistence.

 This will be a piece of cake.

Stepping in front of the others Vashti allowed the change to overtake her. Her human body transformed, and in moments a tall wolf with brown and tan fur stood before the rest.

 For a moment her hind leg rose in the sudden hope that it wouldn't hurt, but as she put pressure on it, she grinned. It would be fine.

Turning to look at the others Vashti was surprised to see Aldo within the bunch. Was he coming on the patrol as well?

At this she smiled with sharp white canines and sat on her haunches while waiting for the others to shift. She had not yet seen Aldo in wolf form yet.....part of her was curious of him....

 Ears tilting back over her skull she tilted her head to one side, then glanced to Sasha.

[Assistant]
As the Lupa entered the room, James looked up and came to full attention as she began to give them the details of their 'chore'.

 When she stated the sad importance of their tasks, he mentally agreed. The dead would need a proper send off…….

 Remembering the moment he had come across the two dead bodies, James again felt the agony and anger rising in him. Whoever had done this…..he wanted to find them and gouge their eyes out.

 He glared at the floor while thinking this, until the Lupa said his name.

Slowly his blue eyes rose to hers and he frowned; noticing something for the first time.

This wolf was blind…..the way she stared ahead and spoke to them hinted of it.

While others would have grown doubt of the female within themselves, James felt pride. To be blind and have a pack to 'watch' over was a very difficult past so he assumed.

 Realizing he would have to speak to let the Lupa know of his agreement he stood and smiled.

 "I'm ready when you are. I can do what is asked of me."

[User]
Here goes nothing. Aldo suddenly wished that he'd eaten more, but it was too late now, unless he could snatch up a rabbit on patrol. He could feel the change in himself as he watched Sasha shift and leave; he made a bit of a sour face as he did not much enjoy the feeling of his skeleton changing shape or his organs sliding into different positions. After that unpleasant experience, he finally noticed Vashti and felt his ears give a feeble downward twitch. Stupid, stupid crushes. But if he wanted to live, he mgiht as well act on it, right? Talk to her, idiot. Before she notices you looking and gets creeped out.

Carefully the large black canine form stepped toward Vashti. His tail tried to put itself between his legs as if it had its own mind, but he didn't let it. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of the whole telepathy thing, yet, at least when it came to 'sending' messages, but he gave it a try regardless and simply hoped that the mind-speak would work.

Would you want to come with me? I know the land well.

He was thankful for the lack of stuttering that communicating in thoughts gave, and for the fact that it sounded much more confident than Aldo actually felt.

[Assistant]
Words crept into her mind and Vashti's attention shifted from their leader Sasha, to a dark male wolf approaching her. Standing up she wagged her tail, recognizing the tone in the voice as Aldo's. He had obviously shifted while her eyes were turned.

 Looking his wolf form over Vashti walked around him a bit, smiling despite herself. So this was what he looked like; tall dark and handsome even in wolf form.

Interesting choice of words, Vashti...... But these thoughts she kept to herself.

 Coming to a stop near Aldo's head she stood up straight and replied to him, "I'd very much like to come with you Aldo. It would help to be with someone who knew the terrain.....I haven't been in this area long enough myself to be familiar with it.."

 Vashti shook her head so that the fur around her neck ruffled, then added with a weak smile, "How are you feeling? You didn't seem to be doing too hot this morning."

 She had noticed his state of emotional wear earlier that day.....part of her worried for him....
Of course most would feel like crap after learning of the deaths of two pack members, yet he was the one she picked from the crowd.

Maybe it was his personality that drew her to him. She hadn't known many males with his kind of sweet and admittedly shy attitude; she kind of liked it.

 And if that was the case she might as well get to know him; what better way than to patrol together?

[User] North flinched when the Lupa mentioned her, but responded anyway. "Um, yes-s ma'am. It's North." she rubbed the side of her arm nervously. "And how do we do that?" She was hesitant to display any sort of incompetence, as it had gotten her in trouble in the past, but she figured that knowing exactly how to do this kind of thing was a necessity. When it came to matters of death and respect, making a mistake could be much worse than just asking for help. "I'm not really even officially part of this pack, so why is she asking me anyway? I would've thought that this would be against some sort of tradition." she sighed. "At least I can be of some help."

[Assistant]
The Lupa listened while the three replied; closing her eyes as she carefully heard the way their feet shuffled on the floor while two of the three nervously moved around. She could feel the prickle of unease on them and made sure to keep her eyes closed now so that the sightless orbs wouldn't make them any more nervous than they already were after being singled out by the Lupa of the pack. "There are towels in the closet down the hall and warm water from the tap. Could you bring them to me in the den please?" She asked the girl, stepping away from the door slightly, her toes touching the floor quietly as she walked, her feet bare and the nerves in her feet very sensitive to the movements and touch of the floor on the bottoms. It was how she often found her way around, with her feet and hands instead of her eyes. There were no scars on any of her visible skin, none but the single line across her eyes that stuck out against the smooth pallor of her usual skin.

Walking passed the three of them she walked into the main hall of the ground floor and followed it towards the den where she had found the bodies earlier that morning. They were still in the same place on the rug, the floor stained with their blood and the scent of death hit her hard enough that she stopped in the doorway for a moment. She hated this feeling, every time that a wolf died, she could hear their soul around and listen to it mourn its own death. It got stronger every passing year and yet she couldn't find it in herself to just ignore it, it was her duty to listen when others couldn't. Stepping toward the wolves corpses she knelt next to them and touched a hand to their fur, finding the places they were injured and she could feel tears stinging in the back of her eyes. She could practically see the two dead wolves in front of her and it tore at her like nothing else but her mates own death could.

Valerie shook her head, reaching back a hand to pull her hair away from her and she tied it with a ribbon that had been sitting around her wrist, tied tightly where she had put it earlier that morning without a thought toward it but now the black silk became of use to hold back the pale pink while she found each and every of the wounds that tore the flesh of the two. Her hands were spattered with their blood, her fingers covered in it and flakes of dry liquid clinging to her clothes.

[User]
Aldo flashed an embarrassed and very toothy grin that he immediately wiped off of his muzzle, his ears twitching as he tried to keep them upright in a confident position. Her concern for him only seemed to be fueling his awkward and clumsy body language, but the next thought he sent betrayed none of his pitiful demeanor.

Don't you worry about me. It was just a shock, that's all. I'm very sorry you had to see that, I assume right after waking up.

He shuddered when his mind wandered back to the scene of the murdered werewolves. Now it was less shocking, though, and more like a terrible weight that dragged down his heart. Aldo hadn't known them well at all, but they'd been kind to each other, they'd hiked and patrolled together, and most of all, they'd been part of the Odessa Pack together.
Shaking the unwanted and dark thoughts from his immediate range of concerns, he started in a direction that none of the other wolves on the patrol team seemed to be heading. He turned his head to make sure that Vashti was following and gave a small, slow wag of his bushy tail.

Maybe when we're finished patrolling, we can chase hares. To lighten things up.

This was followed by a thought which Aldo kept private: What the hell are you thinking? This is no time to ask a girl out.

[Assistant]
Vashti sighed, stepping easily through the snow after Aldo as he lead the way into the trees. Her brown eyes lowered to the ground before her, and she shook her head, "I didn't see the bodies.....but the smell in the house was enough to put me on edge...."

 She didn't have the heart to eat that morning......she had to admit her stomach had felt as though it was doing turns.

Seeing Aldo give her an encouraging smile and wag of his tail, a chuckle escaped her when he offered they could go on a hunt for hares; to lessen the burden of death.

 Nodding Vashti trotted foreword and stepped beside the dark wolf; lips pulled back and tongue rolling out in a smile, "That sounds like a lot of fun Aldo, thank you."

 She enjoyed the rush of the hunt. It would certainly draw her attention from the current issues of life.

 As Vashti moved farther into the forest her eyes took on a studious and alert gaze. Ears swiveling in every direction she kept one half of her mind trained on the patrol, while the other remained with the task of mind speaking with Aldo.

 As she relaxed she couldn't help but ask.

"So how long have you been a wolf? The pack seems to know you well so I assume you have been with them for some time."

 Vashti shrugged and let out a sigh, albeit a rather toneless one, "I myself have been a wolf for 8 months now...so..."

Man.....she didn't have much time left did she? The time she had spent with her old pack she went by without a care; not putting much effort or thought into finding a mate. Then when she was kicked out, she really hadn't realized how much time had passed.

 A tense laugh rose from her throat; one tinged with the sad realization she only had 4 months to live. However part of her was content; her past experience with males had ensured that. Part of her dreaded the task of finding her mate.
 "Of course It's quite strange; knowing 'that' time is coming. Part of me wants to ignore it you know?"

[User]
Vashti's smile lifted Aldo's spirits and put him at ease just a little bit despite the whole talking-to-a-girl stress. It was a strange feeling: the wooded surroundings were calming like a lullaby in spite of the serious task at hand, but the prospect of trying to charm a lady made him want to just sleep through the next ten months and then get the whole dying thing over with. Her question, and then her elaboration, hung in his mind and he didn't reply for several moments.

You still have time and on top of that you're a lovely girl; If you just...keep looking...I'm sure you'll find someone. You're far too sweet and nice to die because you couldn't find a mate. I've only been a wolf for a couple months, now, but at the rate I'm going?

A bark of something close to laughter came out of his dark muzzle, and he looked away, pretending to be interested in something far away in the pines.

I don't have a snowball's chance in Hell.


[System]
Age: ??? Anywhere between 15 and 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:
-Hair: long, golden blonde
-Eyes: big, dark blue
-Height: 5'5 (165cm)
-Build: hourglass shape, looks 'soft' but actually quite muscular underneath
-Voice: soft-spoken, slightly unusual accent that can't be placed. Deepens her voice subtly when trying to appear more threatening or confident.

First impressions: often mistaken as looking innocent due to her air-head demeanour and blonde/blue-eyed combo.

Biography: JG doesn't remember much about...anything. Not total amnesia; she has vague recollections of her past in general, but nothing she could talk about in great detail. She's always led a bit of a wanderer/thief/troublemaker type life, so waking up on the rooftop in a strange city somehow didn't feel out of the norm for her. If her sleep-teleportations seem weird, it's nothing compared to her actual morphology. Despite looking like a human girl, something isn't quite right about her. Her body language is more akin to that of a cat, probably due to her inexplicable ability to shape shift into a variably feline form. She has loose control over this; appearing human when she wants to stay anonymous, but able to grow ears, fangs claws and a tail within seconds and with no effort. Although she doesn't like to experiment through fear of permanently becoming a cat, she has in the past been able to morph completely into one, though the greater her transformation, the more time and effort it demands of her, and the slower to reverse.

[User]
"perhaps, but after you pointed that old scattergun of yours at me, I'm not sure I want to sell anything to you!" The man replied sharply, seeing one of his robots shuffle a bit in the corner and him signal frantically for it to stay still, which it did. The rusty hunk of metal bore a shape like a very large trashcan, a few lights here and there dotting it's body. This one seemed harmless enough. Sighing, he knew he'd the business. He couldn't keep a grudge to keep him out of a sale when his business was just barely scraping buy. He didn't merely enough money from his retirement fund he had set up years ago to sustain his experiment. Rubbing his scalp, he moaned to himself, stepping past the man he had just insulted to the best of his ability. The few visible Mechanical monsters with odd shapes, looking like spiders, trashcans, or unicycles, seemed to scamper away as he opened the door and shooed them.
"I've got a few, come on in" He said reluctantly replied, signalling the man in with one hand, and hobbling with the other. The place was dusty and a bit gross, but had an antique look to it. The wooden floors, the fancy look, it was rather elegant, had it not been run down.
"I do in fact have silencers, but the question is, are you willing to sacrifice accuracy, or comfort, because you're either give you the first, or a giant one"

[Assistant] SlendermanRandy simply sighed, he was nearly on the brink of tears himself, but he had to be strong. For Akkina. He shuffled over and closed the lycanthrope's eyes. "Akkina..." He began. "Silas is dead."

[User] Akkina looked at Randy weakly and started sobbing even louder than before then held out her hand to Randy "No, He told me that he will never die, he's sleeping" She insisted that he was, but she was broken hearted, She wasn't going to get out of this pain, but she didn't want to be weak, She managed to push herself up from the ground and then stood up and walked to Randys side sobbing even louder on his shoulder.

[Assistant] "Akward. Anyways what are you gonna do with this guy." FM points at Raven."I mean he did try to kill you guys."

[User] Randy felt so, so sorry for Akkina. When she sobbed on his shoulder, he could do nothing but hug her. To comfort her in anyway possible, that's what he's suppose to do as a friend. "I know Akkina, I know." Randy said, trying to hold back his own tears. "But Silas isn't waking up." He then looked at the guy who decided to pipe up at a really insensitive moment. He mouthed the words 'beat it' without actually saying anything

[Assistant]
Kyato started to cry too, but immediately turned his back to them and then finally turned back around to them to at least try to control this situation "It's okay Akkina, he's in a better place now, no need to worry about him" Kyato suggested and then looked at Randy sympathetically towards The Junker, almost bursting out in tears in front of him..

Akkina looked up at Randy weakly as much as she could, and then she gripped Durandal tightly, wanting to kill the guy who spoke to soon, She wanted to rip out his heart, She tried to get out of Randys grip, and struggled against his grip, She then attempted to push off Randy as strongly as she could, but in this state, She had no chance of doing that.

[User]
JG looked at Titan fiddle with his arm keyboard with curiosity. Someone had once tried to explain the difference between magic and technology to her, but they seemed pretty similar to her. Essentially the only difference was real magic could sometimes be performed without physical objects, while technology definitely needed something physical. Through reasoning she guessed he was not a magician then. Most mages she had come across avoided did not wear armoured clothing nor weapons. She balanced on her toes and leaned in to have a closer look at the girl with pink hair. She tilted her head to one side and smiled mischievously when he turned down the opportunity to pursue his targets. What sort of bounty hunter let such easy prey go? Perhaps the girl or wolf were more dangerous than they seemed. Maybe he had even encountered them before and failed to capture them, which would explain his reluctance now. She was also amused to consider how much this man misunderstood her. It seemed he thought her a frail child, when in reality she had slain many and lusted to fight the way most people lusted for romance. She looked down and shook her head slowly, smiling to herself. She was enjoying this man's company, for now, and was willing to continue travelling with him a bit longer rather than jump into a fight un-prepared.

"Us? What am I, your new accomplice?" she mocked. He probably thought to include her to hide the fact he was trying to keep her out of danger, rather than considering her as an equal. She rolled her eyes, knowing it might be somewhat rude. Well he had been rude too, whether he realised it or not.

"If you're looking for a way out, perhaps...up...is the best way to go. Although it doesn't look like you can climb." she said, half ending in a question. She frowned, trying to imagine him attempt to climb up a building.

"Alternatively, we could just follow the crowd. If the bounty's strategy was to make a run for it, they would have done it by now. I suspect they are going to try to make a stand for it, so the fighting zone is likely to remain static. That said it could expand as the fighting intensifies, or they could decide they're losing...". Her attitude had changed greatly since he had handed her the blade. For her, it was a greater sign of trust than a hand-shake. Now relaxed in his presence, she wasn't the jittery girl she had been when they had first met. In such a short amount of time, she had grown in confidence and almost appeared nonchalant despite the proximity of danger.

The crowd was starting to disperse now, as they recovered from the shock and excitement of a spectacle and realised they were in danger. They started pushing and shoving, though no one dared approach the Titan which JG conveniently stood behind. If they waited a few minutes they would probably have clear passage out of the market.

[Assistant] Dennis followed the man eyeing the materials that moved around inside his shop. "...in gods name was that?" He asked rhetorically staying close to the man. Well not close to were he was up against his back but close enough to fill comfortable. Dennis would of ditched this dumb if it wasn't for the old guy having a silencer. He was even thinking about giving the guy a little extra since it was quite tough for him to find one in the first place. When the elderish man came to a hult Dennis quickly did the same reverting his attention back to him and not the robotic like creatures scurring around the place. "I'll give up comfort." Dennis answered. "Being comfortable is not really that great when your accuracy will end up being a bit off either way so that's why I'm gonna focus on accuracy!" He stated pulling out a small bag filled with gold. "How much will that be exactly?"

[User]
"Well, you loss I suppose. I don't have too many of these, so say, 113 gold peice, adding the fact I helped you choose one" He retorted with a bit of a smirk at the man's reaction to his robotic allies. They always had that sort of charm on people, and while at first it made him sad that he the majority of people where now afraid of him, he now found it amusing. Shuffling through the items under his desk, he looked behind his hitman friend before heaving to pull up a thick cylinder. It was black with a few divits and lines to help with silencing and who knows what. It was very clean and in decent condition, but the old man seemed to be rough with it.
"I'd advise you tell no one of where you aquired this...my permit is....nonexistant. If only those idoitic ballgrabbing cops realized a man with an eye for weapons from one with a permit...oh, but I'm not the dictator here....those damn deviants are" He began before shaking his head.
"Sorry, I digress, pay up and stay the hell away from he you goblin"

[Assistant] At MJ Robotics, a store in East Market, Mary "M" Ludwig was cleaning some of the shelves where products were on display, the song Just Awake by Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was playing on a jukebox behind the main counter. Jared "J" Ludwig came walking out of his workshop in the back giving a big yawn as he had just woken up from a nap. "Hey Mary! you all ready to open up shop?" Jared said as he looked towards Mary with a confident smile "Of course you all ready to go? You honestly still seem tired bro." Mary replied with a playful smirk. Jared walked up the the window and pulled the curtains apart to let the light in as he turned the light sign from 'closed' to 'open' he then walks behind the counter and sit's at his nearby workbench where he presses a button on a little robotic arm on wheels which rolls over to his workshop and grabs a mask connected to a bulky wrist mounted device by tubes and brings it to him as he put's on a pair of mechanical goggles that allow him to zoom in and out of the device and begins to work on it.

[User]
Dipping into an inner pocket, Titan pulled several Gears out which he then threw into the air above the mob. They came to life, floating out among the people. It seemed the girl was right, for many of the people were dispersing as the melee drew to its close. He may have been a bounty hunter, but when he saw no sign of Silas and a dead lycan, the man put the two bits of information together. He was a bounty hunter, but no monster, he'd allow his target time to grieve. But that body was worth more than his weight in gold and Titan would get his hands on it in due time.

JG seemed to have grown in confidence and restlessness after he had given her the blade. She held onto it with an experienced hand which told him more than her words ever would. Now she practically abuzz with energy and a willingness to battle. Akkina was a dangerous woman when not ruled by her emotions. She now had the Junker and Kyato as companions, powerful if not unlikely partners. He still felt a little anger towards the man, but that was neither here nor there. He had sufficient means to bring the man down. Even one bag of gold sent to the Financial Commissioner's would bring the business man down, counterfeits were highly frowned upon. Sure, Kyato could deny it, but Titan's proof was the bounty the man had set, and the completion notice. The case would be open and shut.

"No... just a companion. If there will be fighting, the remaining bounty won't be doing it. When her friends aren't watching her, as they frequently don't, I will snatch her then deliver her to Nasus." Titan informed her, watching the screens and not the crowd. One man fell directly into the giant and started to back up fearfully. To make an example, Titan struck him with a lazy backhand, sending the man some distance into another group of people. They were given decidedly more room after that.

"I plan to stay where I am and strike when it's least expected. But, that corpse has a bounty that I will be taking. The other hunters will most likely flee, seeing as the guard will be here to take order soon enough." He turned and pulled JG to his side, which was a safer place for the both of them. She may have trusted him, but until he could figure out her machinations, Titan was unsure of the girl he had set out to help. Nothing was ever as it seemed in this place.

[Assistant]
She watched him throw the gears up into the air and was impressed to see them fly. How were they doing that, she wondered. She didn't bother asking; she likely wouldn't understand the answer. Raphael seemed to be contemplating something, so she waited patiently for him to make a decision, eyes scanning the crowd as she did so. She smiled when he called her a companion. Despite enjoying her independence, it was a comforting thing. Provided it did not infringe on her freedom.

"Who's Nasus? Is she worth the same dead or alive?" she asked, as casually as if they were talking of the weather.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a member of the public get a little too close for comfort, and wondered whether he would look to where he was running in time to realise his obstacle. He did not. In fact he fell head first into Titan, who swatted him like a fly. JG stifled a laugh as she saw the horror in the man's face realising who he was messing with. Though she was mostly safe from the flow of the crowd due to her strategic position next to Titan, he decided to pull her in closer which immediately made her tense again. If he was paying attention, he might realise the man-handling as well as the invasion of personal space would have set her on edge. So much for that new-found confidence, she thought. She could feel her heart rate increase at the stress of the situation, and zoned out a little as she tried to calm down. That she hadn't moved away showed that she still trusted him, but she certainly wasn't at ease right now. Finally, she drew a deep breath and straightened her back. Her face resolved and serious, quashing any feelings of anxiety with sheer will power.

"Are you taking the body now, or waiting for the guards to disperse the fight?" she asked, nothing in her voice betraying her brief emotional roller-coaster.


[System]
Appearance:
Height:6'2 (if he stood up straight) 5'9 in appearance
Weight:237 lb.
Hair color:Black
Eye color:Red
Age:?

History:Though not a well known tale, there have long been rumours of a terrible specter in the west of the Imperium. Tales of a knight, hunched in rusting armor and draped in a tattered and dirty white cloak, haunts the Rivenwood. Rumors and speculation abound the mysterious specter, some say he is a demon, sent to harass the good and innocent, others claim he is a spirit of vengeance sent to punish the guilty and cruel, others say he is the ghost of a traitorous knight, who must atone for his sins with an eternity to wander the lands. This last one, is closest to the truth.
Now he searches for the legend relics... for perhaps they can ease his suffering

Personality:Gilligan is solemn and somber, an eternity of wandering has jaded him, and he seeks only salvation now. His mind has begun to fade... slowly with old memories gone or growing fuzzy in his mind, his solitude becoming his undoing. Though largely quiet, he can become a steadfast ally and friend... Despite his curse

Weapons

Rotted great sword
A truly ancient blade, which appears to be dull and worthless. In spite of its appearance the blade is very dangerous, reathed in dark ether, its dark energy affects more than just the physical being and can even cleave the soul in twain

Abilities (Magic)

Spectral gaze:A cold, dead stare, with the power of the grave behind it. The weak willed are paralyzed with fear, or run from his terrible visage, even those with strong minds become deeply disturbed.

Penitent spectre:Gilligan exist in both the physical world as well as the invisible realm of spirits, both of which he observes in tandem. This means that physical attacks as well as any magic or attacks from spirits effect him. However, it also means he can likewise interact with incorporeal beings just as he would a physical person. As well, attacks on either side of the spectrum injure him less as well, for he exists wholly in neither realm, allowing his seemingly physical body and meta-physical spirit to weather far more punishment than others.

Strength of the dead:Far stronger than the average human, as this mortal coil no longer contains his strength. Also, for a short time he can will his limbs to move faster, overcoming his normally slow and clumsy gait, however temporary the ability is.

Life hunt:His most powerful magical ability, this intensely draining and difficult power allows Gilligan to drain power from his targets soul, to temporarily boost his own abilities while weakening his opponent. He can only hold onto to the power for as long as he can will it to remain tethered to his own soul, after which the energy dissipates into the void.

Other

Veil of the curse
This invisible magical force is a primary effect of his curse. It intercepts any words the cursed man speaks and tinges them with the vile sound of lies and treachery. This leads virtually all people to distrust him, all but a few. Oddly, a small number of people do not perceive the veil, and here the poor man's words for how he truly intended them. Rather than a vile traitorous ghost these people see the proud, and remorseful knight underneath the curse... a man simply trying to atone for his sins. These people are rare though, and none are sure of why they do not perceive the veil.

The cursed wound
Gilligan's left arm hangs, shattered and useless under his tattered cloak until it is disturbed. Broken when he was cursed, the wound can never heal, and the bones shall never set. However, through titanic effort, he can force the arm to move (it is the arm he must use for life drain, contributing to the abilities difficulty) with his ghostly soul. For most of tge time however, it hangs, hidden and broken, like the Knights on pain and pride

[User]
The new man now at his side addressed him the way his old leige lord had... Who has he been... it didn't matter for, even with the new attack from above the dragon charged at him and the cursed swordsman, and without even a nod or indication the swordsman had even heard the man, he broke right as he had been asked to. His slow, heavy run made him an easy target to track, so did his size and the presence of his ghostly soul, and the dragon broke for him.

Barely keeping out of the creatures gaping maw the spectre slashed across its face with his rotting blade, cutting a small furrow in its horn and soul. It grew anary and closes what little distance was between the two, smashing into the swordsman with his horn and knocking him back to the ground after a small summersault. He picked himself up with his blade, and hoped the plan if the strange man would work... he had said crimson... was that the small woman in red? He had a strange feeling about her... as if she were known to him or... surely though it was just some vestigial memory... but he could not be certain

[Assistant]
The masked man chuckled, amused by the way Mal was so quick to go on the offensive, saying, "There's no need to be scared. You too are a piece in this grand tale of ours. What story you ask? Why, the one that surrounds us all."

The man brought his arms to the air, as if representing the encompassing whole of the world. Masked freak who spouted flowery langue…who was this guy again? And how did he know Mal's name? Noting these lingering questions, the man bowed with a sweep of his arms before setting his red-eyed gaze on the boy before him.

"Apologies for my lack of an introduction. You may call me…Jester. The Jester of the Court.

A hand was placed softly on Mal's shoulder. When the boy turned around, he would be shocked to see it was the Jester, who was now gone from his spot just moments before.

"The next chapter? Ah…it is an interesting development, no? Let's see….yes, shall we label you as a side character then, Mal Tervsa? Ah, that spirit inside you is…admittedly, disinteresting."

Nearby, Sable saw the crazed Muzai charge for the dragon. At once she acted quickly, moving in to grab her by the arm and leap away into safety. Specifically, a nearby tree. Placing the other girl onto a resting branch she wagged her finger in a scolding fashion.

"Please do not kill yourself," she said blankly, already leaping down to join the battle. As the dragon began to grow more desperate in its fighting style, rampaging throughout the forest, Sable heard her partner's words and nodded once.

The lizard was too busy being distracted by what appeared to be a combination of her partner, an undead knight, and….a girl with floating orbs? She narrowed her eyes at the opening of weakness caused by the new girl's attack, her blast setting off the creature along with Atreides' strikes.

Dashing in the smoke and debris, Sable ricocheted off of the tree trunks and landed on the monster's back. At once, she began hacking and slashing with her blades, eyes pinpointing a break in the green armor.

The dragon howled, wings spreading out and taking to the sky. Sable tensed, shoving her knives into the dragon's back as she felt herself being carried away upward. The forest dragon launched another volley of fire towards the combatants below, racing up higher and higher.

"Engaging. Target must not escape," Sable said to herself.

Ripping her knives out of the dragon's hide, she ran across its body and launched each knife at a wing. The blades hit their mark, embedding themselves into the wings. The dragon snarled in pain, its body soon falling into a descent with its wings clipped.

"RE-Arch."

Summoning her blades back to her, Sable used the momentum of the rapidly falling creature to hurry along its exterior until she leaped forward and struck her knives into the creature's throat.

Yellow blood sprayed down to the earth below, and Sable held onto to her ripping weapons as the dragon fell from the heavens towards the group. The Crimson Streak rose in her hand one knife, keeping the other lodged into its throat.

Ready to make the killing blow.

[User]
As the smoke and colour magic flashed in the distance as the great creature tumbled to the ground, Mal was focused on a different point now. Even Ugnis with his relic had faded from his mind as Mal was confronted with this being.

"The Jester… Of the Court?" Mal's teeth clenched tight at the mention of the authoritarian power. But just as he was taken off guard by the hand on his shoulder, he tumbled backwards, tripping over the root behind him so the masked man was towering above him.

 He hated the court. He hated everything and everyone that had to do with that group that let its people suffer. But even as he stared, his grin gaining an aggressive angle and an eerie darkness clouded his eyes, he knew at this point that there was no standing up to this man.

 The Demon Prince might have been his affectionate name from the underworld, but this man was at a whole different level.

 Even now as Mal tumbled back from his grip, the resident spirit surged towards the spot as if warding off a lethal virus, which, to Mal's chagrin, caused cuts to form on the bare skin. He didn't have the energy for this. The man hadn't made a single move yet, which meant that Mal should be safe for now.

 But his spirit? Disinteresting? He couldn't quite remember the details, but he had a faint understanding that some important people had sacrificed a lot to develop it and the form of magic that it represented. His hand scurried for the black chain in his pocket, searching for some form of comfort as the magic in his body buzzed on edge.

 The chain was still there, along with its entrancing red gem. Using that magic now would surely kill him. Mal's entire nervous system was a mess of signals, both telling him to run or to kill him for embodying the group that he hated.

"Label me what you want," Mal grimaced, attempting to regain some dignity as he pulled himself out of the dirt with a hand clenching his now bleeding shoulder through his shirt, "But If you're labelling me a side character, then understand that I'll be writing the spin-off. Now are you here to entertain yourself with some anarchist refuse like me or do you have some grander purpose other than being some cliché chaotic neutral!?"

 Even his exhaustion seemed to dissipate under the steam of anger that boiled at his bones. Part of him understood where the anger came from. He hated what this man represented, he hated that he was some giant know-it-all who knew him down to his name, and subconsciously he could tell that he was angry at this man for insulting the person who developed the spirit, even if Mal hated it more than he let on.
 All and all, he was ready to let loose, and it was only the cold logic that he had nothing left that kept him from acting. He may put himself in danger, but Mal was not suicidal.

[Assistant]
Ugnis flipped up his blindfold as he walked towards the roar.

"Ha ha, it's been a while, hasn't it~!" Ugnis laughed to himself as he reached up to the sky in a stretch, looking around at his surroundings. "Rivenwood, again... Ha ha~" he chuckled under his breath as he drew Aegis and swung it around haphazardly, scarring the nearby trees with deep gashes. A wide grin crossed his face, remembering the other times he came here. "Ha ha ha~ I should come here more often!" Whether the monsters be beast or person, Ugnis liked to make deaths slow; making things bleed was almost artful to him, the light making the thick fluid glisten in the air and in pools on the ground. No one had agreed with him yet, but what did that matter to him?

Hearing the roar, much closer and in the air, Ugnis looked up at the scaled beast. This would be interesting! He'd never seen a dragon before, much less gotten a chance to see its anatomy. His excitement grew when it faced him and a green burst of flame headed in his direction. "Yes! Come over here-- Hey, where're you going?!" The dragon didn't even fight him, dammit! It just ran away like a coward! Red filmed over Ugnis's vision as he released a fury-filled roar, as if to match the dragon's. "GODDAMNIT, GET THE HELL BACK OVER HERE!" Ugnis clutched the side of his head as his face distorted into a snarl, unpleasant pulses pounding his head. His mind blanked out as a green blade replaced the relic in his left hand, at the same time both it and Aegis becoming whiplike blades.

He sprinted tirelessly towards the injured dragon, possessed with the thought of murdering it, but it had already flown out of range. Noticing the Crimson Streak preparing a lethal strike, Ugnis became frenzied, letting out another bloodthirsty cry. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted, flinging his two blades skyward like razor-edged bolas without any regard for the rider. It didn't matter if she got hurt. "It's ok if she dies too~!" he laughingly said to himself, the morbid, slasher smile returning with the beating pulses in his head. "Just some unimportant collateral damage, ha ha~"

[User]
There it was... the power... the spectre was certain of it now... a relic. He felt someone's soul empowered by it, but also the relics own soul. The powerful fragment of a legendary hero... dead like him... he saw it surge along with the blades at the plummeting dragon. These people... they had one... and the one they had sparked something in him. The spectre had long forgotten why exactly he sought the legend relics, only that he sought them. As he watched the blades and it's soul a vestigial, ancient memory blinded him. He was suddenly surrounded by screams... knee deep in gore and viscera... it was jarring.

Suddenly he was returned to the moment at hand, a dragon rapidly falling towards him. He broke into his fastest run, quickly shambling away. However he didn't get quite far enough and when the beast... and the Crimson woman who... made the spectre feel some strange memory or... something, crashed to the ground he was flung from his heavy feat, landing hard on the ground. As the dust settled, he hoped the beast was finally dead, for he wished to know what the rapidly increasing number of living humans would do to the spectre... the ghost... the old dead one in their midst. He kept his sword arm tensed... just in case.


[System]
Hacker
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Personality: Some people like to say "honesty is the best policy", most people think little white lies never hurt anyone and others spend every day pretending to be something they are not just to get through life. As you grow out of childhood and into adulthood it's important to find the right balance between truths and lies that will allow you to comfortably navigate social situations in a way that both lets you get what you want while also not troubling your conscience too much; in Reiko's case, she found that life got a lot easier when she started telling people what they wanted to hear rather than what was true or what she really thought. She also found that lying didn't really bother her that much.

Bio: Reiko is a popular person, well-liked by almost everyone she meets at school or elsewhere; she is seen as kind, caring and intelligent, always willing to help when asked or always available to lend an ear to someone's troubles. She's never short on friends, has a thriving social life and always has a smile on her face; no boyfriends though, she's always too busy to date and will gently turn down anyone who asks her out. She seems almost perfect.

Because this is what she wants people to think.

To tell the truth, and she rarely does, the Reiko most people see is just a character she came up with to make her life easier. She doesn't care about the people she helps, or the petty problems they come to her with, she just helps them because it's what's expected of her; besides you'd be surprised at how quickly you build up favours like that and when you're seen as someone who is always so busy helping others it's easy to pass your responsibilities off onto everyone else. As long as she takes credit for it she can then build up even more favours. She doesn't actually like the people she hangs out with nor shares any of the interests she claims to share with them. It's easy to pretend to have a busy social life when you get invited to everything, even if you end up going to none of them.

She doesn't like people nearly as much as she pretends to; if anything she'd say she hates them. But people don't really like it when you tell them that; nobody actually wants to hear the truth. The only issue is that she's trapped herself in this situation, she's made herself too popular, and even though it makes for an easier life than the alternative of being hated it's exhausting wearing a mask all the time.

That's why she spends so much time in EDEN. Even though she only created an EDEN account because everyone was talking about it, she soon found that it offered exactly the kind of escape from her daily life that she was looking for. The first time she put on the headset she almost cringed at the sight of so many people in one place before the mask fell into place, but no one knew or cared who she was; no one tried to talk to her, no one was asking her for favours or advice or trying to invite her to things. She was anonymous. She soon found it was much easier for her to avoid people she knows while in a Digital Dive than in real life; she could simple change her clothes, hair or anything except her face, like putting on a disguise, and disappear for a while.

Putting on a disguise so she could take off the mask was a strange concept, but EDEN is the only place she has found where she can drop the act for once and be herself and she has been an avid user ever since.

The freedom she found in EDEN was liberating, but at the same time she sometimes found that freedom somewhat limited by such obstacles as security or firewalls. She understood the need for privacy, but as someone who started using EDEN as a means to not feel trapped such things were almost a personal affront to Reiko, so she started looking for ways around them. She taught herself how to hack as best she could using the resources available to her, but as someone who was never into computers much it was slow going. She read any source she could find and got in contact with anyone she could to help her, burning a few favours from people at school in the process, but her aptitude in this area was somewhat lacking; even now she struggles to hack anything more complicated than rudimentary firewalls.

Then she found out about Digimon. Or at least, she found out that hackers used them to break down walls that they couldn't hack normally. That sounded a lot manageable than what she was currently doing, not to mention easier; why wasn't everyone doing this?

Since those early days Reiko has made it a habit to break into any secure area she can just for the sake of doing so, although anything with a firewall that can't be broken down with brute force is pretty much safe from her. She sees any area sealed off from the public as a challenge to be overcome, scouting the location, planning her break-in and executing it only to do nothing more than look around for a while before leaving. Even so she has more than a few somewhat high profile break-ins on her "resume" and a few places have even upgraded their security because she began targeting places nearby; not that that was usually enough to stop her.

Reiko doesn't think of herself as a hacker, but this kind of activity is probably why she received an invitation from some group called Jormungundr.

Digimon 1:

In-Training: Minomon

Rookie: Wormmon

Champion: Stingmon

Ultimate: Jewelbeemon

Mega: Bancho Stingmon

Digimon 2:

In-Training: Puroromon

Rookie: Funbeemon

Champion: Waspmon

Ultimate: Cannonbeemon

Mega: Tiger Vespamon

[User]
Ruruka Kozuki
Jormungundr Cathedral

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"Ah, that's good." Ruruka replied in her usual manner, a faint smile crossing her features. What she meant by that, she didn't entirely elaborate on. "I was simply wondering your thoughts on our situation, hm?" Her expression changed to one of mild seeming interest. "A gathering of Hackers by this mysterious serpent, who went so far as to contact the Night Parade."

If anything, she did seem interested in Issei's response judging from facial expressions alone, though her airy, faint smile hadn't really left her features this entire time if one had been watching.

"Whoever this 'Manaka' is, they truly must be rather...shall we say, desperate?" Of course, her own thoughts on the matter weren't truly going to be given even if asked directly. Where would the fun in that be?

[Assistant]
@Pyromania99

Harumi's lips twitched into a ghost of a frown. So she's that type, the girl thought. But if she's here, she's no upper class twit. Then the two Digimon— Sistermon Noir and Sistermon Blanc— began speaking. She'd never heard of a concept of "System" Digimon. Wild Digimon? Yes. Abandoned Digimon? Also yes. But if they were a part of the system, they had some kind of purpose.

Harumi stepped forward, Rexy and Heri flanking her on either side. "So this Miss Manaka, as you call her," she said. "Something tells me she went through a lot of trouble finding people she deems worthy to join her. Would I be correct in assuming that, Sisters?"

[User]
The phone on her bedside table lit up as it received another message, illuminating the dark bedroom as its vibration sent the device drifting across the wooden surface. From her position face down on her bed Reiko lazily lifting a hand up and stretching her arm over to it, dragging the mobile towards her and tilting the screen so she could see what it said; one of her 'friends' wanted help studying for an upcoming math test and of course it was her they came to first. With a sigh she quickly tapped out a response promising to schedule a tutoring session before throwing the device back down on the mattress and burying her face back into her pillow.

It was less than a minute later before the phone began vibrating again, no harsh light filling the room this time with the mobile screen down on the bed but she could feel the vibrations through the mattress. Lifting herself off of the bed Reiko flipped herself over so that she was lying on her back, giving up on the idea of having a moment's peace and quiet. It was a different person this time, another 'friend' inviting her to a sleep over next week.

Reiko frowned at the screen, staring at the message with the obnoxious number of emojis before tapping out another response and dropping the phone onto her stomach. She'd have to attend the sleepover, there was no way around it; parties she could ignore with excuses about other engagements or wanting to get an early night, double dates she avoided with her usual excuse of wanting to stay single till college, but for things like this she needed to put in some effort if she didn't want people to start asking questions. One whole night where she'd have to keep up the façade the entire time; at least it was on a school night so she could make an excuse to retire early if she was getting frustrated.

Her head dropped onto the pillow and she stared at the ceiling, eyes glazing over as she tried to let her mind just drift away. The spell broke when she felt her phone vibrate again, this time directly on her stomach. The screen illuminated her room with its searing blue light, revealing a room filled with typical teenage girl paraphernalia; the walls were adorned with posters for bands she'd never listened to, but whose albums she could all name from memory, and pictures of male models she despised but whose entire history she could recite if needed. Her vanity was covered with make-up kits and fashion magazines and the floor was home to a number of stuffed animals that had been thrown from her bed so she could slump down in their place.

Reaching behind her head Reiko lifted the pillow she was lying on out from under her and raised it above her face. She lowered it down till it covered her head, drowning out the sounds of the phone to an extent while also making it difficult to breathe, and held it there for a few seconds before easing up. Throwing the pillow to the side she reached down and recovered her phone, holding it over her face to see the screen, expecting to see another message with a request for help she would need to deal with or sending an invitation to something she would have to find a way out of.

It was neither of those. Instead it was a message from a name she didn't recognise, the first few words of which sent a chill down her spine. Reiko sat up, swinging her legs around to set them on the floor and reread the message again and again to make sure she wasn't imagining things. Whoever had sent this knew about her activities in EDEN, the break-ins and her less than legal trespassing on private places. They even knew about her life outside of the digital world, her lying and her 'character'; was this a stalker?

No, this was from Jormungundr, and even someone like Reiko knew of that name. This was a hacker group, but weren't they shut down years ago? Was this a remnant, or just a copycat or a fan reusing the name? They were a creep either way; the fact that this person was stalking her to recruit her instead of… other reasons didn't make it any less disturbing. She should just delete the message and pretend she'd never received it, forget she'd ever heard about the Net Sheep Café and go on with her life.

But… would it be dangerous to ignore an invitation like this? Whoever this was could clearly find out enough about her to find out where she lived if they wanted to, if they didn't know already. Would they just accept a simple 'no thank you' and leave her alone if she didn't respond? Would it be better to go to this meeting, hear their offer, and then turn them down?

And, maybe, just a little bit, she was slightly interested in hearing what they had to say.

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Reiko pushed open the door to the Net Sheep Café, sticking her head through the entrance and looking around warily before stepping inside and letting the door close behind her. As she walked up to the counter she pulled her cap lower over her face and placed her hands inside the front pocket of her oversized hoodie, one fist clenched around the small container of pepper spray she had brought with her and the other holding her phone with equal fervour.

To say that she was being cautious was a bit of an understatement; despite her online activities Reiko was not used to this sort of thing, sneaking around and attending illicit meeting after answering ominous messages from famous hacker groups. It had been two days since she had read the text and she hadn't been able to stop looking over her shoulder since finding out that someone was apparently watching her every move; she hadn't even been to EDEN since then and the whole situation was starting to wear on her nerves.

In spite of her fears the cashier greeted her warmly and his demeanour along with the fact that he looked like the kind of pretty boy some of her friends would go wild over felt entirely at odds with the way she was feeling right now. "Um, I received an invitation?" Her voice was lightly muffled by the face mask she wore, her eyes similar obscured by sunglasses, but he seemed to understand her nonetheless.

Without saying a word the cashier pointed her towards a set of cubicles that seemed to have signs hung on the doors, presumably to reserve them, and left her to it. Walking in that direction Reiko became aware of a small commotion in one corner of the establishment and was surprised to see the famous idol Yuzurin apparently conducting an interview right that moment. The sight was unexpected enough that Reiko stopped in her tracks; so far this place wasn't nearly the wretched hive of scum and villainy she had expected it to be, instead resembling any other net café she had ever seen or visited.

She considered taking a picture of the idol, even though she absolutely hated her music, so she'd have something to impress her 'friends' with at school tomorrow, but then she'd have to explain where and how she'd found her and that would lead to more trouble than it was worth. Instead she just walked over to the row of reserved cubicles and found the one with her name on it, ripped the tag off of the door and stepped inside.

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Reiko's appearance within EDEN was almost nothing like her real world appearance. It was a different kind of disguise compared to the cliché face mask, sunglasses and hat she was wearing at the moment, but a disguise nonetheless. Her long hair had been cut into a short bob and dyed blonde, her eyes coloured blue by contacts and her clothing was a lot brighter and 'out there' compared to her usual fashionable chic look. It all served to draw attention to any place other than her general facial structure to the point that even her closest acquaintances would need a second or third look before they actually recognised her.

It was this altered avatar that people saw when Reiko arrived in the cathedral, having logged into EDEN and found the URL to the private server on her Digivice just as the message had said. She found herself in the middle of an expansive, ornately decorated hall of some kind with a distinctly religious feel to it and even she couldn't help but gape in awe at the grandeur of it.

She wasn't the only one here however and Reiko quickly schooled her features to something more neutral, hopefully before anyone noticed. There were five others besides herself in the cathedral, seven if you counted the nun-like figures but they matched the aesthetic of the place too much to not be part of whoever recruited them here. Every seemed to be around the same age as Reiko or slightly older and most of them, aside from one girl who appeared to be trying hard not to look like she was listening, were in the middle of conversations.

Having no interest in engaging with anyone until she knew what was going on here, Reiko kept her distance from the rest and did her best to look disinterested until whoever recruited them arrived.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance:
Without looking closely or regarding her hair or face, Kyang's state of dress would suggest that she is a young man. Her build, though slighter than an average soldier, holds strength and skill to hold her own in a fight. Her clothing reflects this intent. She wears a coat of metal scales that covers her body and arms, over a long, vibrant blue robe. Grey foot wrappings and sandals cover her feet and a plumed, hide and steel skullcap with leather skirts that cover the neck sits under her arm wherever she is out of a fight. On her back is a knapsack with a few mementos and up her sleeve is a dagger, but her most precious personal item is the Chu family's polearm, the Dragon Ship Tiller - a glaive with a broad reclining blade, a circular hilt, and a tassel. The base of the blade depicts the head of a boar in bronze.

Kyang's grey eyes tend to glint with what could either be daring madness or simply knowing something that others do not.
Can Manipulate Qi/Ki?: Nope.

Abilities (if any):
Combat Training: Much to the chagrin of her family, Kyang practices her martial arts forms regularly. The original rationale was 'self-defence', but it has since grown to the point where mere muggers or kidnappers are the least of her worries. Her hand-to-hand and knife fighting techniques are rudimentary, while her real skill lies in polearm techniques.

Historical and Military Knowledge: Kyang idolises her great grandfather, the renowned general Chu Chihun. She has not only poured over the historical documents that made up his career, but has expanded her voracious reading to military doctrine and the international histories of Kanami in general.

Unflappable Cunning: It is difficult enough to surprise Kyang, but if she shows any fear at all, she is almost inhuman in her ability to obscure it. She is instead resourceful and tries to plan on her feet in clever ways.
Personality:
Kyang tends to be blunt and vocal about most things, but could not be described as prideful or impatient. Arrogant, maybe, but she likes to deliberately get a rise out of those who act serious in particular. That said, she is not this way out of ignorance for common decency, she just prefers open honesty rather than unnecessary subtext.

The two things that frustrate her the most are people who overcomplicate things and those that doubt her abilities. She is fiercely independent after travelling for so long and is insulted by people who presume to do things for her. This, in turn, makes it difficult to admit that she needs help when such occasions arise.

Despite her banter or her gripes, Kyang is a loyal friend and an encouraging presence. Her loud, confident, and direct nature lends a sort of courage in the face of adversity. As well, her quick plans, whether they are sound or not, give an aura of certainty about her.
History:
In the last war of significant scale taken part in by Daeyang-Gug, few versed in its history could pass over the exploits of the legendary general Chu Chihun. On record for winning countless battles, breaking daunting sieges, and commanding the defence of a city against a force twelve times his garrison's number and still achieving victory. His name became immortal and his family was well rewarded.

Three generations later, the Chu family's military legacy has changed forms. Their calling has instead been edged into the realms of politics to remain relevant the prevailing peacetime. The current head of the house is indeed still relevant, being a high ranking governmental official and only two degrees of separation from the king. The family's youngest adult daughter, however, was never a flatterer.

Kyang grew up in a stifling, cloistered childhood amongst her family. The only friends she could have were delicate flowers of young girls, brought to tears by the mildest of chilly winds. She grew up with her family's intention to marry her off and slot her into the role of a lady of the house. Unfortunately, Kyang was more interested in watching the guard drills in the courtyard than learning to pour tea. She liked their dances more than any others. With not much to do but study and practice etiquette, Kyang spend her free time reading, eventually becoming entranced by the stories of her great grandfather.

Age granted Kyang more freedoms, but she was still tied to the family. Whenever she could, she slinked away to find libraries of friends' houses or kingdom records for more material to worm through, she found herself a tutor to teach 'self-defence', and she would disguise herself and train with the household guard at times. Their cameraderie and blunt nature rubbed off on her. By the time she approached her adulthood, she could never resemble the noble lady that her family needed her to be.

It wasn't even Kyang's eighteenth birthday before she was informed that she would marry a man she had never met. While living with the conveniences of her family was manageable, Kyang knew that she would have fewer freedoms and more responsibilities in matrimony. She knew she had to leave without notice.

What was to be a birthday feast in Kyang's honour found her absent. She had taken the family glaive (disused for decades by this point), a guard uniform, a fistful of coin, and a few personal items, and then disappeared in broad daylight. No one spotted her leaving and no one searching found her since.

Kyang's plan was to head to Mingdu and assume a new identity. If she could, she wanted to become a librarian, or translator, or a scribe, or something similar. If all else failed, she supposed that she could become a nun. Her primary objective was to avoid the stifling and stilted lifestyle she left behind, instead gaining more independence.

There was no chance of Kyang getting a career in the military, which was what she really wanted. She considered trying to cross-dress her way into an army, but she didn't believe it would work like that one tragic story from Yunshou about the girl who took his sick father's place in the draft.

She reached Mingdu within the year, for better or for worse.
Other:
Legends suggest that Dragon Ship Tiller, the Chu family glaive that Kyang carries, holds the soul of a powerful patron creature or ancestor. While it is an exquisite weapon in and of itself, there does not appear to be any outward power imparted by it. However, more than one historical source has attributed General Chu Chihun's tactical prowess to the powers of the glaive, which may explain Kyang's quick thinking.

[User]
The Mingdu training hall cut a proud and prominent figure, and any who stood at the bottom of the long stretch of stairs leading up to the temple would feel the looming, almost intimidating presence, the weight of a long history, ready to burst forth from those heavy wooden doors. Outside the grounds, it seemed to radiate a reverent aura of silence, though no doubt those training within would be making plenty of noise as they crashed fist against stone or let loose powerful shouts of battle. But outside, there was silence...until the soft tap of a footstep upon the stone. Tap...tap...tap, a slow, peaceful rhythm as a single man strode up the pathway. Red like fire was his robe, and so too his hair, but he gave off little warmth. Hands folded into his sleeves, he cast an eye as clear and calm as the sea towards the great gates.

Founded by one who had once stood guard over the Emperor himself, and who had offered wise counsel, the school of Mingdu was known far and wide across the Three Kingdoms. Only a few from among thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, would be chosen to receive instruction from those who had inherited the founder's art. And among those chosen, fewer still would attain the ranks of masters, grandmasters...legends. Mingdu was such a quiet, tranquil place, yet perhaps within it there slept dangerous beasts? This man aimed to find out.

He stood before the mighty temple of Mingdu, and raised one hand to one of the two large, decorated rings of steel held in the mouths of lions. He let the knocker drop once, twice, thrice. Then, once more folding his hands into his sleeves, he waited as still as a statue. A gentle breeze toyed with the tails of his robe, and the tail of his hair. He waited, as no answer came for several minutes. Perhaps those within the temple were too busy training to hear the knock? He raised his hand from the sleeve a second time, and contemplated the lion's steel ring...then returned the hand from whence it came.

He took in a deep, slow breath.

Then a voice like thunder rang out over the temple grounds.

"Dai Xin, sole disciple of Grandmaster Wu Ji of the Fist of the Sky, requests entrance to the school of Mingdu! This one seeks the right to challenge!"

Startled birds made a mad dash for the heavens from the rooftops of the temple. As the last echoes of his explosive voice died away, the man once again waited in silence before the gates.

[Assistant]
"And then he said that he didn't have any," the silvery-haired girl said, "And I was kind of shocked. I mean, if you're advertising selling that kind of food, you should-oh, this is really good by the way-you should try and keep them in stock, right?"

She smiled widely, and took another sip. Ah, it was the best soup she'd had in a long time! Such a flavorful broth, such delicious pork that almost melted in her mouth... aaah, she'd been starving too. This was... what, her fourth bowl of it? She just couldn't stop! Much of the restaurant's patrons were staring in mute awe at the amount of food that the young woman had managed to polish off so quickly. One this was certain in their minds though.

After such friendly blabbering and rapid consumption of soup, there was no way that the girl could be the Tiger Lily of Rikoku. Sure, she fit the bill for the appearance, that strangely silvery-yellow hair, that ornate kimono, a katana at her side... but the blade had to be for show. No-one could ever act that way and be such a fabled swordswoman, a manslayer who never the less slew only those who threatened her or bystanders first. Not this silly, energetic young woman who had somehow eaten several large bowls of soup in a far shorter time then most people had finished one.

Ushijima Torako flashed her fellow patrons a wide grin, before digging into the remains of the pork at the bottom of her bowl. Ahhh, Mingdu was everything people said it was, wasn't it? Such pretty scenery, and the mixture of people lead to some pretty fantastic cuisine! This soup was awesome! It was deliciousness she had been craving, she hadn't had eaten anything too great for... jeez, how long had it been? Torako couldn't remember, really. But regardless, here and now, she was eating something truly delicious. There were so many people to get to know around here, too!

Soon enough, the last of the pork had vanished. "Hehe, wow, I feel great! ... I think I'm gonna have another bowl, Ruo-dono!"

The woman in her late twenties, pretty, with short black hair, did not care that Torako had stumbled on pronouncing her surname. The younger woman was friendly and had bought four bowls of soup and still wanted more. Taking the empty bowl, she nodded and swiftly left to get more.

"Haaah, this is great," commented Torako, mostly to herself, "I can't wait to try out more food here! I heard there's some pretty amazing local sake, too..."

She was going to enjoy herself. She was sure.

[User]
"Mingdu, after all this time..." Her glaive over one shouder and her helmet under her other arm, Kyang took in a deep breath of the fresh, summer air from underneath the town gate. This place looked less like a city than she thought it would; relatively quiet, surrounded by ponderous grey mountains, dryer than up north, sparse. In a word, peaceful.

Townsfolk wandered in and out around her, but unlike most isolated settlements she had stopped at, they gave her and her Daeyang-Gug style guard uniform no heed. However small this place was, it was a crossroads for all kinds of people. With all the fame that flows through the place, it would be perfect to blend in and hide away from her family.

The next phase in Kyang's plan was in action as she began walking forward, spying the various signs down the main street. She had no idea where the prefect or the mayor or whoever the head person in the town would be, but she surmised that would be the person to talk to about a desk job. Instead of finding anything resembling a governmental building, she spotted - or rather smelled - something that gave her an idea. Two ideas, in fact. It was a restaurant, the perfect place to ask the locals for information and to fill her road-weary stomach. The excuse to ask for directions was the perfect reassurance that she wasn't purely getting sidetracked by her hunger.

There were two major features of the restaurant that caught Kyang's attention immediately as she walked inside. The first was how hushed and whispered everyone's voices were. There had to be some reason, but Kyang couldn't quite put her finger on it. The second was the brightly dressed, pink-haired young woman sitting alone, save for next to a sword made in Rikoku, at least as the shape suggested. Well, everything about her screamed Rikoku, except for the way she was slurping down soup at an inhuman rate.

Kyang stepped up to the woman without a hint of recognition, despite the fact that everyone else in the place was clued in. "Hey there. This seat taken?" Kyang didn't wait for an answer before she leaned her weapon against the table and sat herself down, "You seem to be the only one doing any talking in this place. How's the soup here?" Realising herself, Kyang straightened up and extended a hand, "Oh, my name's Kyang. I'm new in town. What's your name?"

A sideways glance at the onlookers connected the dots in Kyang's mind. This woman they had been steering clear of this entire time was probably the reason they were being so quiet. In fact, this woman had a worded description that seemed familiar. It was strange, Kyang would normally be able to recognise such things in dangerous situations.