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Titles: Officially none. Inofficially however he has earned himself the nickname of 'The Phantom'
Race: Human
Age: 35
Physical Appearance: One can easily see that he's unusually pale for a human being and his eyes look somewhat strange. Yet there are no fangs and no fur is sprouting during a full moon. What appears to be quite altered or randomly mutated in his bloodline however are the portions of the genome controlling growth: At more than eight feet while still maintaining a very well visible heap of muscular bulk, he's rather unmistakable.
The clothing/armor shown in the picture should not be taken as a precise reference to how he dresses. Given his job, Hatuum can appear in many different things. Usually it's the one that fits the situation he wants to confront himself with best.

Biography: Hatuum's short history can be tracked back to a small region in the Alps, roughly at the point where the provinces of Westmark, Tyrstria and Veiern meet each other. It has not yet been possible to pinpoint his true origin, but this is the area where the first sighting of him has been confirmed. Given the medieval stage of development, not everybody carries around a passport and a bunch of legal documents which are forgery-proof - and he has proven to be quite elusive and able to go around guard posts.

This is no accident. His profession is not exactly what an 'ordinary' man would do: Hatuum's an assassin. While he behaves like a submarine for most of time, there are secret ways to make him surface. Ways spread only by rumor and reserved for the rich and powerful. He's far beyond working for everyone. It makes it even harder to acquire his helping hand. He knows that the count, duchess or other person of noble rank calling for him today could very well be the one whose court he has spread terror in sometime before. Who knows on which list of suspects someone has put him on ?

It is also the reason why his region of interest spreads across the entirity of Nocturne. The less frequent one returns to the same region, the better. Basically he's always on the search for the most promising contract. Hatuum's time on earth is comparatively limited - he has the intention to make as much glory out of it as possible. He doesn't control any kind of army, but on the smaller scale of a locked room he can be considered a one man variant of it.

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As soon as he saw her mood, Alenios rose from his seat, his two Blood Guards moving close to him as if they were his shadows. As soon as he got up, he could hear the people around him start to whisper names. Most of the people there whispered his favorite name, the Bloody Count or names like that, however, a few higher ranked dukes outright whispered the name... lapdog... something which he was not a very big fan of.

However, he could not start arguing with other dukes here in the courts of Valeria, it make him and Amelia look bad. After a few moments of walking where the entire court had his eyes on him, he reached next to Amelia and stood up next to her. He could feel everyone's eyes watching, some were confused looks, some were looks of respect, however, most were looks of jealousy, everyone there probably thinking at why he was deserving to be so close to her when he was such a low rank.

"What is it you wish me to do, my lady?" he asked with a courteous smile before his eyes fell upon the pages detailing the info of the tribes uniting. Part of him felt distress at this as he would have to face a powerful enemy if Amelia sent him to deal with the tribes, but another part of him felt excitement surging through him. So many enemies to kill... so many enemies to capture, a victory would increase his prestige greatly and maybe silence some of the people who judged him.

Either way, he only smiled and awaited her commands, he would obey whatever she would command, even if it meant facing death.

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Amiartys rode from dawn, the sun following behind him as he and his Northern Swordsmen arrived to the Elder City of Valeria from the east. Thirty years since the siege of Prague did Amiartys last gaze upon the most opulent and populated city in the world, a time in which he fought alongside many of those who were willing and brave enough to put forth their own lives for a cause that was said to be certain to fail. Though the same could be said against their adversaries during that instant. A grave reminder, as many memories were of battle, written into a person's head as fate is so often written in stone.

It was an old, almost desolate memory, one like many others he wished to forget had he not remembered the valor of many soldiers who fought during that battle. Though valor and honor were common themes to write about in the many grand tales, poems, and songs of an artist, hardly any names of the many souls who fight and died are seldom mentioned and quite often are those names lost in the sands of time. War is hell, they say, for those willing to risk gain either pretentious fame, or serve as lost and once living voices in the eternal sea of echoes were still nonetheless destined to bare witness the horrors of battle. The Siege of Prague being the most recent and bloody battle that Amiartys was ever a veteran of and many considered Amiartys to be an great and forgotten hero, as he led many company men and men-at-arms when they could not find any shred of motivation to fight in this battle though he was not the only leader of this battle nor the most important. Nonetheless, he did lead, and quite possibly contributed heavily to the victory of this battle.

Amiartys, however, could care less about the historians who chose to not write about him. For only in living so many years and the experience to fill in those many days did he learn and accept modesty as an important developing behavior in contrast to his younger self. So many defeats, and victories, so many distant memories that made him again realize why some vampires and those born 'unnaturally' (as he liked to put it) who are destined to live extended lives sometimes envied humans. Time on this earth for humans and mortals are far more valuable than all the coins or all the valuables in the world, and like currency, it must spend it wisely and meaningfully, something a vampire could easily forget later in the course of his or her unnaturally extended life.

It was rational therefore that the majority of Amiartys's company members would rather prefer to spend their own time outside the affairs of a typical city council gathering and spend time in the city itself, either visiting family or to find recreation as they typically did when reaching a rather large city. Valeria was certainly no exception. After arriving, Amiartys had almost forgotten how formal and intricate political discussions were, not to mention in a major city like Valeria. Perhaps attending the meeting would teach him something of value in his old age of 120 years, though he did not appear an age over 30 he was quite knowledgeable about the world.

The council room itself was fairly crowded, though was large enough to house a host of many others who would wish to take part in political discussion. Many of the faces of the nobles who stood among the higher pedestals were recognizable as they were clients of his who had hired Amiartys for several tasks need to be occupied by a mercenary. A mercenary they knew they could depend on and were never disappointed. He looked around the room with his radiant brown eyes until he saw Amelia the Elder who he had not seen in thirty years since the seige and many others including Alenios the Bloody Count, Anriette Argentine, and Arielle Dyrell who seemed to be bored out of her mind and almost fast asleep listening to typical political discussion. There was also a strange-looking, pale human who looked like a veteran of trained combat who Amiartys thought was another mercenary looking for a job. He wore tribal-like armor which Amiartys found to be rather impractical, though it was his height that drew his attention. He was the tallest man he had ever seen! The man certainly could have not been human for he was eight feet tall and had skin even more pale than his own.

All of Amiartys's five vampire guards remained by his side during the course of the council meeting with the exception of Daramous who needed to attend to a blacksmith in order to purchase ingot for preparations for their next potential job offer. In his place, was a human boy, a fresh recruit to the Northern Swordsmen Company who decided to spend his time in the council hall and remained at Amiartys's side. He was 12, almost 13 in a month and given to Amiartys under certain conditions in which he would not otherwise accept with such meager experience. Although the boy proved that he was an exceptional fighter, he was still just a boy with all the youth and passion life had so temporarily gave him and the rest of his race.

"Have you eva' been ne'er or even seen an Elder before?", he asked almost excitingly, referring to Amelia. Amiartys could almost see the glow in his eyes through his peripheral vision.

"Yes, a few years ago." He exchanged quietly, almost uninterested in what the boy had to say while still keeping an open ear.

"And how long ag'o was tha'?", the boy asked, knowing that a few years for a vampire could easily mean more than fifty to a mortal man well past his prime.

"Thirty. Since the siege of Prague. Didn't I already tell you?"

"I wasn' ther', rememba'? I was ou' into town fetchin' the rations that we so gladly paid those farmers for. Thos' muffins were quite tasty. Ye rememba' don't y-"

"I believe that was Aeros that I intended for that task. Did he make you take his place instead?" He calmly and quietly groaned to himself, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. He tol' me you wanted me to do it." Amiartys almost wanted to sigh. That lazy buffoon he thought to himself. Although the boy was three-months fresh, he was not the only new recruit. Aeros himself had not even been two months introduced to the group when the boy himself was taken in, though he was far more experienced in conflict than most his age. Aeros was also young, being 23 in the height of his own prime. An excellent swordsmen, but an even better bowman who Amiartys could rely on, though not when it came to keeping him in his place as he slowly began to realize within the past month.

"If I wanted summon you for a task, I would've sent you myself. Understand" The boy then nodded. "You should not always do what others tell you to do." He said carefully.

"Oh. So, doe' tha' mean I shouldn't listen to ye" He asked, almost sounding like a tease.

"Yes boy, only if you wish to go back to Milaria with your five older brothers." Amiartys smiled playfully with the boy though couldn't quite tell whether or not he was serious. The boy in return gave a shy grin before looking down submissively. Amiartys wanted to just assume the boy was either stupid or foolish, though he wasn't, in fact not even in the slightest - even if he did look and sounded that way. Naïve was the more appropriate term for a young human boy. The boy was of house Dresos, a noble family who had earned their revenue from farming wheat and corn to the west. Amiartys almost forgotten what it was like being young, truly young. The boy was raised by the Dresos who owned a subtle, modest community which Amiartys believed to breed some of the most competent human farmers and peasant in the land, and they were very well-to-do, even as peasants. Commodry was his name, a boy given to him only because Amiartys gave his word to take him under his wing. A skinny and ragged boy with crooked teeth, brown hair to complement his dusty appearance, and an unorganized complexion. From the beginning of this journey, Amiartys just knew he needed to work on this child and make him into a man as he so promised his family.

In the meantime, there were manners in the council hall that needed to be attended and the conversations transitioned from unimportant, manners to more important and disconcerting ones as the meeting progressed. He could tell just by the looks of Amelia, who always tended to have a poker face. Rumors were beginning to form that Germans just north of the border were patrolling the parameters of Nocturne more frequently and seem to be collaborating with one another. Men of different tribes are often now seen together, sometimes exchanging important conversation in an alarmingly discreet manner, and have been seizing their raids. Dealing with raiders was not uncommon for Amiartys as he dealt with them so many times. So much in fact, he is infamous for slaying many great Germanic warriors though that was long ago even before the battle of Prague. If these rumors were in fact true, he would perhaps be of service as many other mercenaries could be during these potentially troubled times.

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The majority of the public session proved itself to be even more boring than Hatuum's anxiety had anticipated. Political discussions of the kind that was going on would not net him any new contract. What had he expected however ? A mercenary's life was no bed of roses, so what should an assassin's life be ? Yet the situation started to become more and more boring at an alarming rate.

The unnaturally pale man started to spend an increasing portion of his time on tasks other than paying attention to the words spoken down there. He heard the large entrance gates open and close multiple times and on almost every occasion, Hatuum turned his head around to look who's coming. Only very few were of real interest for him though - one of them being Amiartys. It had rather not been the man himself that had attracted Hatuum's attention, but the fact that he had gathered five guards around him - and... a boy ? Why would anyone bring a young kid in here ? Hatuum found his words rather erratic and being a clear indication of inexperience. However on the other hand there was some implication behind the mere circumstance that someone who appeared to be as important or at least well-situated like Amiartys was actually willing to have such a person around himself.

Hatuum was on his way making the decision to get up and approach him in a casual manner, but shortly before he was able to finalize his thoughts, things changed down where the elder was talking. So... Germans. He smirked. Why were historians still bothering about taking notes of their malicious activity ? Wouldn't it save a lot of parchment and memory if one started to mention peaceful times only ? His own life hardly covered any timespan worth being mentioned from a vampire's perspective, but he roughly knew what had happened over the course of the late last century. The question was... Was he willing to engage himself in open combat against them ? The thing was bound to earn him something, but it would be quite off his usual approach as well.

Hatuum decided to defer his decision. The issue would not run away from him. Most likely not even the ongoing debate would do since these were prone to last long. The man who many considered to be some sort of strange monster got up sluggishly, turned around and went up the stairs taking several of them at once with each step he made. The mercenary Amiartys was dead ahead and was now approached by him. Hatuum wasn't sure about what to say, but everything would be better than sitting around there and doing... nothing... until things cleared up.

"Hello there."


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Appearance:

Gem: Sodalite

Gem Location: back of left hand

Emotional Strength:h Honesty/truth
Emotional Weakness: disregard

Weapon: Shovel/gauntlets

Power: omilingualism/Vast Multilingualism - knows a wide variety of languages, and can translate and read them almost fluently. Reasonable Larkin for error for when she thinks, speaks, and writes in all different languages, making her a giant mess of different languages.

Other: Her desire for the truth often leaves her indifferent towards things like safety and even whether or not if some things should be left uncovered.
-Is a media nut
-Overlord of useless information
-MASSIVE hoarder

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It was a sight she could not avoid. The cracked appearance of Aqua and her gem, along with the distortion of her voice, was something that startled Sodalite. Even she could not understand Aqua, as it wasn't a language at all. She remembered Emerald when his gem cracked. It wasn't a pretty sight either, and the young gem wished that Howlite could have suffered the same rather than having her gem shattered. Still, she said nothing, and watched in the distance as Aquamarine reformed with the assistance of Bloodstone, whom she still had yet to put trust in.

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Chuck shook his head at the youngster. He had not smoked ever, and he planned to keep it that way. However, he was not going to get on their case about the dangers of smoking. He was sure that they were aware of the consequences of doing so, and wasn't going to press them on it. However, he did take a few cautionary steps away, just to avoid breathing in anything that he didn't want. "Can't say that I do, sorry." He said to the young man. "What's going on with the gems? I can't say I've seen them this mad before."

[Assistant] "Maybe I should touch this"he thought,azurite soon decided to keep walking(he's heading for MOHs town)

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[Assistant] Emerald looked up and smiled a little. "Th-thanks, Gilles. I needed that." He heard the frantic screaming and ran off. "Don't follow me, I think they're mad!" He saw some other Gem confronting Amber next to some lady he had never seen before, and the strange Gem had apparently just kicked Amber through a building. He ran as fast as he could, and the moment that the other Gem paused, making some sort of taunt, was just enough for Emerald to do what he could. Now he could do something. Now he could help his friends. He jumped in front of Amber, put his hands out, and his stone covered his hands, forming a giant palm of stone facing the charging person. "You're gonna have to go through me to get to Amber!"

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(If your character is not in MOHs town then this post doesn't apply to you,but feel free to read along)

Hours had passed since azurite decided to not touch the strange platform, he had came across a road and began to follow it, a little while later he spotted a sign"you are now entering MOHs town, what an odd name for location"he said as he began to head towards this MOHs town the sign mentioned.

Moments later he found that many people like him were calling this place home(there are more of, whatever I am?)

@pyroman@Raijinslayer@LizLegend@Kronshi

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Aquamarine opened her mouth to reply to Spinel's question but closed it as she quickly remember that no matter what she said that is would be untranslatable for the clear gem. She frowned, wanting to shake her head but that would just scare the young gem because she couldn't explain that while yes, she couldn't heal herself didn't mean that there weren't other ways of healing. She did after all know where Rose Quartz sacred fountain was that flowed with her healing tears and it would do in a pinch. Luckily, Bloodstone managed to answer for her though she wasn't quite sure why he looked so awkward for a second afterwards which made her tilt her head in confusion and look towards the vial of sparkling water that he had removed from his hoodie. Her gaze moved from the vial to Bloodstone's face, trying to look into the other's eyes so she could read him but he was fidgeting too much and wouldn't really look at her.
What in stars is making him so awkward? What is in that vial exactly?
Her curiosity was peeked, that was for sure but she was also leery about the whole thing since Blood had said they were enemies. Why did he keep playing nice? What was he thinking? She was so confused when he was near. If he was just cruel to her or even stayed away from her than she could continue to be his perfect enemy but then he did this and it pulled up the past. She then remembered the horrible thing he said to her before she was in her gem for a thousand years and she blocked it away to listen to the now.

Aqua's eyes widened as he spoke of what was in the vial and suddenly understood why it was awkward. Blood was forced to carry a part of her with him always so that his side could heal. He had made her old room on the ship into a healing fountain...she didn't know how to feel about that. Actually, she was surprised that he even kept her old room....wouldn't it be better to get rid of everything that had to do with her? She pushed that feeling aside, feeling so many conflicted questions that she couldn't say or ask.
He was right, she didn't trust him but at least he cared enough to heal her...no...he cared enough about the young gems not to harm them more than necessary by having no guidance and losing another person important to them. He placed a drop of the water on her gem before she had even a small chance to reject and felt her body instantly shift and heal itself back to her normal form. Once she had, Blood had made for the warp pad fast and was ready to leave but that last look behind him made it impossible not to speak up now that she could do so.

"Blood, wait!", Aquamarine called, moving over to the warp pad quickly and pushed back her other emotions. She had a straight face, being a leader this time in front of him instead of a mess and held out her hand towards Blood for a hand shake,"Thank you. This doesn't mean I trust you and we both know this doesn't change anything but you didn't have to come here and try to comfort the others. You didn't have to heal me either so I give you my thanks."

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Blood was certain no one would even acknowledge what he had said. Zircon's nod gave him some hope but before he was about to turn around Aqua came up to him and thanked him. He was happy at first but then he realized she called him Blood. It was kind of hypocritical based off what she had said earlier.

"It's Aquamarine to you."

Something like that, it irritated him. "That's Bloodstone to you now." Blood stared at her for a second, looking at her reaction before losing his cool and laughing. "I'm kidding, but don't forget I killed that corrupted gem as well. I didn't have to do any of that. I did because I'm not a bad person but I am someone who will do anything for the people that by my side, even if it meant taking out my previous allies. I would never turn on them." He turned around and walked towards the warp pad. "But that's the past, these newborns are the future. I want a future that benefits them and our kind. If what benefits them is you then I have no choice but to keep you alive, at least until they learn the truth about everything. Now I can go and never come back or I can stay and teach these gems what you can't, how to properly use and strengthen their powers, so that they can be stronger. Besides if they do fight against me some day, I'd rather have a challenge than a massacre. The choice is yours." Blood held out his hand to her, offering the handshake that he unintentionally turned down.

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"That's Bloodstone to you now."

Aquamarine was a little taken back and stunned for a second, letting her hand drop down limp by her side as she brows furrowed in confusion. She hadn't realized the slip up for a second, that she had called him Blood and not Bloodstone as she promised she would since the moment she had told the other a month ago not to call her Aqua. Her words ringing in her head suddenly caused her to blush and pout as Blood laughed at her expense, losing the cool he had been keeping as a mask and probably one he just put up to mess with her. She felt a wave of sadness as he spoke of the corrupted gem, remembering Howlite's terrified eye peering between her gray fingers right before she shattered. That image would continue to haunt her for a long time but at least Bloodstone had saved the other gems from having to fight but that small warmth she felt as he spoke suddenly stalled as he spoke his last words.

The churn of anger boiled slowly at what he had just implied, knowing or not, that he had yet again stated in some way that he would never turn on them but implied that she would. Aqua quickly shook it off, trying to stay positive and not cause a scene since it could be nothing after all. She watched him turn around, continuing his walk towards the warp pad as he had planned earlier and figured that he wanted to leave as soon as possible. She was a little surprised that Blood continued to speak with her and talking about how these newborns were the future. She wanted a future that benefited them as well but what would do that is letting them live their own lives as they choose.

Aquamarine felt as if someone had stabbed her as he spoke his next words, her arms subconsciously crossing to hug where the white ribbon on her body was. Now she knew why he had let her live more than once and why he had been nice to her on more than one occasion so far. The young newborns wanted her and until they wanted him, she had a purpose for being alive and once he taught them what they needed to know or what he thought was everything they needed to know then she would be disposable. She should have known that, they were enemies after all but it hurt none the least to hear him say it. If that had been the worse of it than she probably would have been fine but each word he spoke did more harm to her fragile emotional state than he could realize. She understood that he would know a good deal she didn't information wise but the second it switched to strength that is when the pain and anger increase by the second making her emotional state worse. Use their powers? Strengthen their powers? That is what he meant by teach them things you can't? Not knowledge like she thought but insulting her! If she taught them their power then she would make them weak is what he was saying. That she would make them easy to destroy in any future battle. She had shaded her eyes long before he offered his hand out to her, now offering for the hand shake he all but refused earlier.

It started out as a giggle and before she could control herself, she was full on laughing as tears streaked down her faces and still holding herself with her head tilted down. Aqua's head popped up but her eyes were a dark glare with a stream of tears and her held back always in check anger flared as she spoke sarcastically,"I am glad to see not everything changes." Ice sharply snapped around her with every word, subconsciously keeping it away from the newborns in the room. "You still don't think I am strong. You still see me as nothing but pathetic, needing you to be stronger cause I am that much weaker... Well, I am not weak...They are not weak. I believe in them and I know that I can teach the their powers. Besides, I wouldn't want to bring you down again as you so elegantly put it before slicing me in two." she said harshly, her words cold and her eyes full of fury at the insults she had suffered about not being good enough.
Why am I never good enough for you?...

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Blood listened to Aqua complained about him insulting her, he never meant any insults at all. Then she went on to threaten him with her ice powers. He was done. "You fucking idiot!" Bloodstone's rage increased as Aqua got on his case, which only cleared his mind and made him focus better on the situation. "Don't you know by now that I ramble on and say stupid stuff when I'm trying to be nice! I never said that you were weak, I think you are very strong. I knew that you never needed me, sorry if I hoped you wanted me...." Bloodstone stopped and thought about what he just said and decided to ignore it and get his thoughts back on track, "These newborns, on the otherhand, are not strong at least not yet. Personally, I think that you are much better than me when it comes to weapons, I can't even fuse weapons when I fuse with gems, but I am much better in powers and you know it. For these gems to be strong enough to make it in whatever world they choose, which we both want, they need to know how to do both. If we both train them then it's likely they'll surpass us at some point." Blood stepped forward, his footsteps crackling with electricity, and got right in Aqua's face. "And if you think that your little ice crystals scare me then you don't know me at ALL!" The word 'all' left his lips, thundering forward and knocking back anybody who wasn't prepared for it. Blood regained his composure and stood up straight. "Sorry, my anger got the better of me."
Why is everyone always so much better than me to you? ...

[Assistant] It was an interesting revelation, for sure. Sodalite wanted to rush back into her room to research the behavior between Bloodstone and Aquamarine, but she felt like she needed to be there a little longer. With her notepad out, Sodalite wrote down the interactions between the two. She already had a few diagnose, diagnoses? Diagnosises? She was unsure of the correct way to pluralize the word, but that mattered little. Slowly, she began to wander back to her room, hoping to learn what was going on between the two.


[System]
Race: Halfling

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Appearance: Regina is a bit tall for a halfling, a whole six inches taller than the average, with long, reddish brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. She has a pale complexion, preferring to stay in the shade, and a thin but curvy figure.

Clothing/Armor: Regina wears a thin layer of leather armor over her clothes with multiple daggers hidden on her and a pair of longtooth daggers on her hips.

Weapons: Regina carries no less than 20 throwing daggers, 10 normal daggers and a pair of longtooth daggers on her at any time.

Alignment: NG

Skills/Abilities: Regina has great aim with her throwing daggers, is proficient enough with her normal daggers to block and redirect, allowing her to use her longtooth daggers, with their little extra length, to attack. She can also pick locks, pick pockets, find and remove traps, track people, most any skill a thief would find very helpful.

Other than that, she is an excellent with her psionic powers, allowing her to do many things most people cannot.
-Combat Mind: Using this, she has a clear understanding of where her allies and enemies are.
-Telekinesis: She can levitate most small objects, such as daggers and apples.
-Levitation: She can lift herself up to 3 feet from whatever she's standing on.
-Complete Healing: With a 24 hour meditation process, she can heal herself of all injuries, illnesses, poisons and the like.
-Quick Healing: With a matter of a few minutes and a lot of concentration, she can heal her small injuries, though nothing bigger than a scratch.
-Adrenaline Control: By controlling the production and release of adrenaline in her system, she can give herself a temporary physical boosts on demand.
-Body Weaponry: Using this, she can turn her hands into dagger blades or go as far as her elbow for a shortsword blade.
-Displacement: She can control where people see her, whether or not she moves.
-Teleport: With this, she can teleport up to 100 feet away in the blink of an eye, with loud popping sounds emitting from both the place she teleports from and to.
-Time Shift: She can teleport 5 minutes in the future and see that point in time froze for 5 minutes with complete maneuverability, though she is unable to interact with anyone or anything.
-Telepathy: Using this, she is able to communicate wordlessly with another intelligent being without having to worry about language barriers.
-Daydream: She can cause another person's mind to wander, allowing her to pick their pockets and get away safely with a lower chance of getting caught.

Magic: She has no magic, though some have commented her psionics are similar.

Backstory: Regina was raised in a big halfling city, well as big a city as the halflings would build, with her numerous siblings. The only way she could stand out in her family enough to be remembered was the fact that, at a young age, she could make apples fly to her hand. She had practically never spent any time at home once she was old enough and had gotten caught picking locks and grabbing an apple for a snack. She had eventually decided, after nearly having her hand chopped off for the thousandth time, to leave the city and find a better life. She soon was found by a thieves' guild that took her in and began training her. She spent the next 15 years in the guild, training as hard as she could to get faster and stronger, though her strength didn't improve by much. They found out about her psionic skills rather quickly and, being only the second psionic in the guild, learned from an older man who taught her how to teleport, heal small wounds, levitate items other than apples, such as herself, and so on.

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Zargon couldn't have been surprised that the opposition attacked when he foolishly targeted that which he was unlikely to hit. What he had not expected was magic of multiple sorts attacking his weakened side, including varieties of magic that by sheer chance should not have even been present in Waeldeshore nor the entire isle, and he found his quick probing at mental barriers while he fought like a demon (pun intended) was met with protection spells not used for thousands of years. He severely underestimated the amount of magic present, and this was just half the enemy. The more concerning angelic threats hadn't even exposed themselves.

While he had difficulties compiling his thoughts mid combat, he came to realize that he would be unable to win at his current strength. He doubted he could even get a kill without exposing himself too much. He came to the somewhat scattered conclusion there would only be one course of action: feint a massive assault, and quickly escape, as he attempted to swipe at the Red's claws.

He set this makeshift plan born of two seconds into action by gathering the surrounding energy in the air into his sword, making it glow a deep purplish red, and attempting to draw power from anything present - in a way that would indicate a possible bad thing coming soon. At least, he hoped that would be how it was interpreted. If his enemy let up just a little, he could use the magic that was less potent than it seemed and use it for his real purpose... and hopefully their attacks wouldn't be further encouraged, a thought that was almost scattered as he was battered in the same spot multiple times. Concentration would be needed. Concentration he had in very short supply, as well as sustainability if he didn't start casting with the sword soon. He prepared the first part of his plan by focusing part of his concentration on a knockback maneuver.

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Artholath strode through various city streets, noting the clouds above. He didn't need to do much to find the battle; he would only need to follow the noise, and the scent of magic being thrown about. He was near the battle, that much he knew. He still wasn't sure how he would know what <Just noticed this post cut off. Insert something clever in here as I forgot what was supposed to go in>

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Ioannes prided himself on one of being the most skilled soldiers in the entire world - that was what the Mamluks were supposed to be. But his pride would be knocked back along with his body when Zargon made his feint - why? Because he would fall for it.

Getting up after being knocked back, the Mamluk swung again at the demon, taking his sword in two hands now. He noticed the magic now enfolding him; there was a reason why the knockback hurt less than expected. Even in the heat of battle, Ioannes made the process of elimination; none among them except The Red could have cast the spells, and the soldier was sure the man didn't care enough to protect them. So, that meant Genevieve - not that he knew her name, had cast the spell.

He also wasn't blind, he knew she was in a vulnerable position. But at the same time, he could not abandon the fight against the Demon!

Once he had finished his swing, Ioannes/Yahya said to Ionathan and the guards:

"Keep the Scholar safe while we deal with this!"

Harbinger of Ferocity, @Jon Y, @The Fated Fallen, @IcePezz, @ArenaSnow.

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Orchid watched as the little halfing flung herself into the air. Orchid could guess from Sigfried's shouting that he was able to see the demon, which was helpful. As soon as she saw blood coming from the halfling's blades Orchid took out a big arrow, notching it and pulling it back. "Fall." Releasing her arrow it flew into the demon's skull, and thanks to Regina cutting at his neck, tore it's head off. The body's invisibility broke and he quickly fell to the ground. The enchantment on the surviving mercs dropped, though they would still feel the lingering effects for the next few minutes. But the injuries on them would put them out of commission and at the moment, were in no condition to give a good chase. Orchid saw no reason to waste more arrows on them and moved onward ahead of the others, still hidden in the forest.

Eventually Orchid found the second cave. No tracks leading to it, so hopefully the demons haven't found it yet. "Hmm.... Might be a tight fit in here." Orchid still had her bow out and snuck in without waiting for the others. She was just as good at hiding in caves as she was in the forest however, and as soon as she entered she was gone once again.

@Belwicket

[Assistant] Siegfried leapt into the air, catching Regina from the dead demon's back, landing heavily. He set Regina down before standing with a sigh. "She's already headed on." he said, sniffing the air. "Let's catch up. It'd be faster if you get on my back." Whether or not the halfling took the offer to carry her, Siegfried would begin running fast, following Orchid's scent to the cave, leaving more gashes in the trees he passed to allow others to follow. Once at the cave, he cut one of the smaller boulders in half, letting people know this was the correct cave, before stepping inside, his skin and hair glowing softly in the darkness. "We don't have much time before this wears off." he said, walking quickly and carefully. He would follow Orchid's scent, hoping to find her. It took some tracking and his glow faded long before, his body beginning to ache afterwards, but he did eventually find the half-orc. "A bit hasty, aren't we?" he asked, coming up behind her. "You couldn't wait, could you? Now, what are we looking for?" he asked, looking at Orchid and, if she was there, Regina. "I can sense the dragon." he said, frowning. "It's asleep for now."

[User] Regina looked at Siegfried with a shrug. She quickly climbed on his back, watching the trees rush by as the man ran. When they got to the cave, she jumped off his back and closed her eyes, keeping her mind open to sense for others. Following Siegfried, she was surprised at how fast they found Orchid. Once they found Orchid, Siegfried asked what they were looking for. With a sigh, the halfling lifted herself from the ground and showed Siegfried the images she had seen from the strange woman's mind a few days prior. "That is all I know about it." she said softly, landing on the ground. "If we can find it without waking the dragon, that would be best." She nodded before heading towards the dragon quietly, hoping the dragon wouldn't wake up. She kept her eyes open, looking for the artifact. Eventually, she found it. However, getting to it would be difficult without waking the beast. She looked at Orchid and Siegfried with a tilt of her head and a shrug. She made her way back to the two taller beings before whispering, "I can't get to it without waking him. Too much gold in the way that would make too much sound." She looked back at the artifact with a sigh. "Orchid, do you have a thin rope you can tie to one of your arrows?" she asked, looking at one of the larger spikes above the artifact.

[Assistant]
The guard were now finishing up, most of the bats had exhausted themselves on the guard and were either flying off or dying. He looked around at the guardsmen, a few cuts and battered shields but all were alive and kicking. "Keep the Scholar safe while we deal with this!" Ionathan looked round to see the Ioannes fighting the demon with the others, Ionathan understood that by attacking the demon with his guard it would only hinder the group and the Scholar was dangerously exposed to attacks, but he could see townsfolk in the buildings nearest to the demon Ionathan could not let the demon take them. "Guardsman, you have done well but there is still work to be done, search those buildings and get any townsfolk out of the there, do not get close to the demon or the fighters, keep your head down and get the civilians out!" with nods the guardsmen took off into the surrounding buildings closest to the fighting.

Ionathan now ran over to the scholar, he did not want to snap her from concentration so he just stood a few feet to her right and quickly checked his equipment. His shield was in a bad shape the bats did a good job in splintering the centre and his spear was also in bad shape with the leaf shaped spear point loose, soon he will have to draw his longsword which was his preferred weapon, given to him at the end of the war by General Stubbs himself, it had never seen combat and Ionathan would love for his blades first kill to be a demon but he had to do his duty and guard the scholar.

Ionathan went into a defensive stance, kept an eye on the surroundings and the other eye on the scholar.
Harbinger of Ferocity, @Letter Bee, @The Fated Fallen, @IcePezz, @ArenaSnow

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Orchid heard Sigfried coming the moment he started attacking rocks at the entrance. She hoped he would be a bit more subtle, but at least he'd make a good distraction. "A bit loud aren't you? We're suppose to be quiet." When the halfing asked for some small rope, Orchid took out some silk rope. She had at a spoon worth fifty feet, but she wasn't certain what the little girl wanted with it. "That I do. But couldn't you use your magic or something to bring the object back? I noticed you used it to fly, couldn't you use it on the object to bring it to us?" As she asked that Orchid did tie her rope to the arrow.

@KazeXDZ

[Assistant] Regina saw the rope and nodded with a smile. "I could if I were close enough." she said, tilting her head. "Hence the rope. Just make sure you get the arrow stuck in there good. I don't want to fall on a sleeping dragon." She then looked up at Siegfried with a thoughtful expression before turning her gaze to Orchid. "Orchid, hold the rope. Siegfried, keep your ears open for anyone else coming in. We may not need the help unless the dragon wakes." Just then, the dragon moved. Regina spun and watched as the dragon rolled, two of its large claws landing on either side of the artifact. She sighed in relief before focusing, taking the chance to heal any wounds she could while waiting for Orchid to fire the arrow.


[System]
Age: 28

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110lbs

Occupation: Tailor/Piano Instructor

Personality: Sarcastic, Kind, Stubborn, Workaholic and Friendly

Bio: Alice had moved out at the age of eighteen to go to college but, dropped out and manages to make a comfortable living working as a high end seamstress and a rather decent piano instructor. After the death of her mother Alice moved into the small family home to take over the care of her younger siblings. While she loves them dearly she's concerned that they'll be too much to handle. Often refers to episodes of SuperNanny for tips.

[User]
Alice sighed and adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she thought about the busy morning she was about to have. She'd been living with Fritz and Sapphire for almost a month now, sleeping on the couch, living out of a backpack but, before she could start packing up their mother Elizabeth's things and have her own belongings moved in she had to take her siblings to school. More importantly she had to fill out all the paperwork that would log her into the school's system as their legal guardian and emergency contact and to collect any make up work they might have.

This being their first day back since their mother's death Alice was worried they'd have a hard time adjusted. She was a little unsettled at how silent they were. But, she supposed she was quiet too. She never had the chance to get close to her younger siblings due to her rocky relationship with Elizabeth. She'd left home when Fritz had been only five and hardly saw him after, really only on Holidays, Birthdays or occasionally to babysit. But, the last time she saw either of the kids was when Sapphire had been born.

From what she understood their mother had changed for the better not long after Alice left for college and truly became a mother her children deserved. It'd only come too late for Alice. Being a teen mom wasn't easy Alice was sure but, she could've at least been decent. The woman she knew and the woman Fritz and Sapphire knew were two very different people.

As she pulled up to the main campus of the school she looked into the rearview mirror to gauge Sapphire's level of comfort and then over to Fritz. They both belonged to the large local private school that took kids from Elementary all the way to High School, it even had dormitories for the older kids and looked... really nice. "Fritz... I-" She started but then found she didn't know the words she wanted to express to him, stammering for a minute she finally put the car in park and pulled the key saying, "Don't forget your lunch. You have my number if you need me, I'll be working from home once I'm finished up here."

Getting out of the car Alice realized she didn't exactly look the part of a parental figure. Dressed down in cut off denim shorts, a loose fitting grey T-shirt and leather ankle high roman sandals. She'd piled her unruly red waves into a bun on the top of her head. Messy locks falling down to frame her face. She must've looked more student than legal guardian. "Come on, Sapphire." She said with a smile to the young girl as she opened the car door. "I'll walk you to class." Alice held out her hand to her younger half sister. Not expecting her to take it but, she wanted the young girl to know she'd be there for her. For both of them. Despite not being there in the past.

[Assistant]
Milo Ventri

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 Milo stood in the front office of the school, leaned over the desk of the secretary, he was the newest teacher, just brought in this year, however he was already starting to settle in, his classes were pleasant and he was fitting in pretty well with the teachers. He was trying his best to really hit it home with the principal here seeing as he wanted the high school kids, and to be fair, this school pays much better than the last one, and with the rent on his apartment now much higher than his previous one back home, he needed it.

 "Come on Tori, they don't listen to me, I mean if they could at least give me the bulb, I could replace it myself." He asked with a bit of a southern drawl, he had been having issues with the lights in his classroom, and as of yet the maintenance team has been less than willing to work with him on the issue.

 The older secretary looked over the young new teacher, "Don't you Tori me, you know it isn't fair." She eyed the man up and down as she contemplated the request, "I will get the order through... but coffee is on you this week, from the nice cafe." Milo grinned and gave his thanks as the older woman smiled and looked past him, "Oh dear, you best run along, looks like I have some buisness." Milo turned and saw as he looked out of the front windows to the parking lot, a young woman with two younger children.

[User]
Sapphire was unsure of what to think as she was driven to school by her older half-sister. She wasn't a fan of the word 'half' being put in front of the word 'brother' or 'sister', as it made her feel different to her siblings. Then again, it was perhaps just a little hard to place someone she had barely ever seen as her older sister. She had seen her in pictures that had been in the house, placed by their mother, but she couldn't recall a time she actually saw Alice face-to-face. Alice had apparently been there when Sapphire was born, but Sapphire couldn't really remember anything that happened when she was born.

It felt strange that Alice was the one taking Sapphire (and Fritz) to school, rather than their mother. Sapphire was used to her mother being there, taking her the whole way and comforting her when she needed it, whereas the girl could not help but feel almost like it was a stranger taking her. Yes, perhaps it had been a month that Alice had been living with them on the couch in the same house as them, but there was still an underlying worry in Sapphire despite the new acceptance of Alice that she had gained in the past week or so.

Sapphire still wanted her mother back. Still missed her mother. The lack of her mother somewhere in the car almost brought the tears back rolling back her face, but for some reason they did not come.

Perhaps it was the fact that there was too much else to worry about. Sapphire was worried about how things would be returning to school. The kids who didn't know why she was gone would all ask her why, and those who already knew would all try to ask how she was feeling. The one or two bullies that she was too scared to tell anyone about would most likely use her being gone or her mother's death as fuel to add to the pile of things they had to bully her about.

Sapphire's gaze moved from the back of the seat in front of her to the window beside her, staring outside with uncertainty of how the day was going to be. She was smart enough to know that being gone for so long probably meant there was going to be work that she had to catch up on, and she was going to be behind in the class. She didn't like school, so Sapphire knew it wasn't going to be fun catching up.

Once the car rolled to a stop, Sapphire waited for her mother to open the door, only to see Alice being the one doing it and once-again reminding the girl that her mother was gone. That's what brought the tears dripping down her cheeks, and though not fully crying, she was still upset that she still wasn't used to her mother being replaced by Alice. That didn't stop her from taking Alice's hand and holding it tightly for what comfort it could give as Sapphire tried to control the tears as they rolled along her cheeks.

[Assistant]
Fritz looked out the window of the moving vehicle; not because he was watching the scenery pass by though, despite how soothing it could be, but because through the reflection in the glass Fritz could manage keeping an eye on all the occupants in the car all at once without seeming too obvious. Mother had told him that staring could make others uncomfortable and that he should try not to do it. He had never really listened to her about it before but now…

 Fritz's fingers clenched brutally; mother was gone now, gone in an instant and never to return. The weight of the truth made Fritz feel like every lesson she had imparted on him needed to be fulfilled to the best of his ability; it would be a way, the only way Fritz could manage, to honor her. But could Fritz truly manage? At times it felt like she expected too much of him; like she thought just because he was in different classes, and got the best counselor insurance could grant them, that he would become "normal". Well, something deep down told Fritz that becoming normal was an impossibility, but he would try, even if it was only a little bit.

 All he wanted to do now though, was go to school. He could see the outline of the building coming up along the road. Fritz didn't have many friends at school, but in a way school was his friend. A place where knowledge was king and structure was the primary goal. In a time where the teen's world was crashing down all around him, that was exactly what Fritz needed. To disappear within books and equations.

 Because then, if he could disappear, he wouldn't be that much of a bother to Alice or Sapphire. Fritz doesn't remember much from before Alice left, but he can only assume she left for good reason; and now, she was back in a place she never wanted to be in, with a family she never wanted to be with; it didn't seem right.

 The car stopped abruptly, snapping Fritz out of his introspection. When had he gotten so involved with his own thoughts to have lost touch with his surroundings? He blinked owlishly as he looked towards his sister. Lunch? Did he even make himself a lunch? Oh dear. Still though, he nodded anyway, pretending that he understood what was going on. "Affirmative," he replied while quickly making his way out of the car, pausing momentarily before rushing off. "H-have a nice day Alice, you too Sapphire." And with that, he made his way into the school.

[User]
After a wave of goodbye to Fritz Alice was quick to take note of Sapphire's discomfort. "Oh sweetie..." Alice sighed down at her tears. Feeling a distinct pull at her heart strings. Her free hand came up to stroke the girl's blonde hair. Crouching down to be eye level with her younger sister. "It's okay to cry." Alice felt her own eyes tear up in response to little Sapphire's pain and she continued, "Let's go to the office together then I'll walk you to class."

Standing up she took Sapphire's hand once again and was more than happy to keep the girl at her side a little longer. Sapphire needed some time to compose herself and Alice wasn't about to deny it. Pulling out a blue and white hankerchief from her back pocket and handed it to Sapphire to dry her eyes.

As the sisters entered Alice looked up into the faces of a handsome teacher and a the older secretary. She gave them both a bright smile and stepped up to the desk. "Hi, I'm Alice Hawthorne. I called yesterday and was told to come in to pick up paperwork and get any school work for Fritz and Sapphire." Alice felt shame almost rise into her throat. She was their sister and the look the secretary was giving her was one of confusion. "I'm their sister." She handed over the required documents, Driver's Licence, Birth Certificate etc. Alice could almost regret not being in their lives before.


[System]
Appearance:
Age:
17

Family:
Aiza is the great granddaughter of Azula, her grandmother was named Ursa, after Azula's own mother. Her mother was Yumi. Of course making her related to Zuko and his family line as well.

Type of Bending:
Firebending

Personality:
Aiza, like the element she bends, is a bit wild and tough to control. She's passionate and has a love for learning, but not being taught. She likes to figure things out on her own rather than have people tell her. She has some trust issues, but is willing to give people a chance. More than a little childish, she's known to giggle at random things or stick her tongue out at people. She has absolutely no filter and will simply say what pops into her head, usually without thinking first. Though isn't opposed to apologizing if she offends someone, her goal isn't to hurt people's feelings or offend them. She almost always has a grin on her face and likes to make sure everyone else does too. Like her great grandmother, grandmother and mother before her, she isn't entirely mentally stable, but thankfully has a bit more control than her kin did. Her biggest fear is suffering from a mental breakdown, like the women in her family seem to do.

Bio:
From an early age, Aiza had to figure things out on her own, and do things for herself. Because of her mother's mental instability, which started really showing when she lost her bending to Amon, she really wasn't fit for raising a child. For some reason, a lot of people in Republic City don't like firebenders, so Aiza couldn't find herself a teacher. Instead she taught herself firebending, by secretly watching other people and mimicking their moves. People looked down on her a lot, because of the insanity that ran in her family. She just loved proving them wrong when they said she couldn't do things. Eventually her mother had to be taken away and locked up, because her mental health just kept getting worse and worse. Being on her own, she took a lot of odd jobs to try and pay her way, even joined the Pro-Bending circuit for a little while. But quit after a week because the rules made it boring. She's pretty much always lived in hiding, growing up in a dark time like she has. But because her mother did fight the Equalists, Aiza feels like she has to continue on that legacy and fight too. So she stayed in the shadows, fighting to keep people safe wherever she could. But staying in the shadows isn't enough anymore. Now it's time to come out into the light.

Equipment:
Aiza doesn't usually have much on her, as she never strays far from her makeshift home. She does keep her money pouch on her person at all times though, cause she doesn't trust anybody but herself with it. She's learned to survive on her own well enough, she can find herself whatever she needs when she needs it.

Other:
No matter how hard she tries, Aiza has never been able to bend Lightning. Though maybe if she had a proper teacher that would change. She is naturally talented at chi sensing though. She never tells anybody who her family is, and certainly doesn't tell them that she's mentally unstable. Ah and, due to the nature of her clothing and it having no pockets, she keeps her coin purse in her pants.

[User]
When he looked up at the Bei Fong he saw the Fire bender talk the Lightning across the shoulder he knew it was bad. He jumped off using the water to push off he landed by the bender. Carefully he removed the armor and set to work, lightning was dangerous he'd been taught how to deal with however. Placing a hand over the benders heart he made sure to keep it beating next he work worked on the nerve damages moving the water over carefully finding hot spots, lucky he'd grounded himself so he wouldn't get shocked.

Next he began to heal the flesh itself, carefully he used water to seal the wound and try to fix the damage to the shoulder itself it would need a weeks rest but he would be have full motor control of it. "He's fine, now at least his arm needs a weeks recovery and shouldn't bend with it for two weeks at least. However I've stopped the nerve damage and any chance at it giving him heart problems." He stood up carefully. "Oh umm, hello I'm Sorin... I wanted to join as a healer." He blushed a little as he looked back towards the group, he'd kind of forgotten proper manners, worried that if he didn't hurry the man might suffer long term effects.

[Assistant]
Aiza rolled her eyes when some old guy walked up and started trying to correct her. It was all a matter of opinion, and to her, those guys sucked. She hated it when people did that, the old guy didn't have any reason or right to do it except the fact that he thought he was better than her. That's why she didn't like people trying to 'teach' her. Most of the time it was for their own gain and not hers. She was also highly disappointed by the guy's reaction to her cookout speech. He had the gall to just get up and leave. Apparently the White Lotus was full of prudes and pushy old men. Aiza was starting to regret her decision to leave her makeshift home.

The old guy started talking, again. It took every bit of self control Aiza had not to light his ass on fire. As it was, she still reacted poorly. How dare he talk to her about things he knew nothing about. Aiza shot up to her feet and shoved a finger in the old guy's face. "Now let me give you a word of advice. Don't judge people before you know them. I'm not a fan of Azula, and I am NOTHING like her, got that? I'm my own special brand of crazy." It would have gone on longer, but suddenly someone was screaming for a medic. Aiza ignored the old guy and looked around him to see one of the Firebenders in the arena area go down. She hadn't seen what had happened, but apparently it was bad enough to call in a healer.

One of the recruits suddenly leaped up, literally, in the air, with water, and was on the job in an instant. Aiza watched intently and curiously as the Waterbending boy healed the injury left on the Firebender. When he was done, he stood embarrassed and introduced himself. Aiza decided to either make him even more embarrassed, or relax, it could go either way. She started clapping very loudly as she stepped away from the old guy a bit. "Bravo, bravo! That was amazing! If I light the old guy's ass on fire, could we get an encore?" She said, grinning like the idiot she probably was. Crazy as she was, she truly was impressed. Waterbending was so cool if you could use it heal like that. All she could do was burn things. Well, and sense chi, but that wasn't nearly as useful.

[User]
Whatever Seth said must have struck a cord with the young fire bender since she told him she was her own brand of crazy. It wasn't his intent to disrespect the young women. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before he said, "I'm sorry Ms. If I disrespected you. However, I've seen so many youthful soldiers like yourself you thinks acting crazy and powerful will help them get through the battle. Do you know how many survived with that kind of thinking? I can't tell you how much it hurts just to watch children, teens, young adults be placed in body bags because they didn't think." His train of thought was broken when he saw one of the fire benders use lightning, to which the other couldn't redirect and get hit. He sighed and stood up straight from leaning on the railing after the water bender healed one of the fire benders.

"Listen up you two!" Seth yelled towards the two fire benders in a stern voice before he continued, "Lightning is not something you can just wield and think nothing of it. Lightning bending is the third hardest bending in the entire world. It's both powerful and unpredictable. You think it's just another bending ability when in reality you are gifted with the ability by nature itself. Out of all the fire benders only a select few could lightning bend. Even Aang had trouble learning how to wield such uncontrollable power and he was the Avatar. Do not wield something you don't not understand or respect." Over the years Seth watched so many of the solders try to lightning bend only to either be hurt or worse.

"Also, you are training! That means you shouldn't try to mortally wound one another. You're lucky this time, but next time think before you act. Winning a war is not about how powerful you are, but if your strategy is better than your enemy's. Plus if one of you is hospitalized we'll be a man down and greatly outnumbered by the Red Lotus. Every single solder has a role to play in bringing back the peace. No matter how small," Seth said. he didn't like scolding others, but over the years it helped keep people safe and if it meant being the bad guy to save lives. He's gladly be the bed guy.

"I suggest you check your attitude Ms. Fire Bender, " Seth said to Aiza before he added, "Because someone like you will get people killed. A lot of people killed."

[Assistant]
A Heler ran over to the now healed man and examined the wound. "Nice work," he said, "I couldn't have done better without spirit water." He put a sling around the man's neck so that he wouldn't move his arm and helped him stand up so that he could leave the field.

The Commander looked at the water bender that had healed the injured man. "Number 13, medic, accepted. Reserves." He then looked at the two former combatants. "Number 7, fire bender, accepted." he said, writing something on a clipboard. "I'm placing you on medical leave for the next two weeks." He looked at the other fighter, the one who had injured his opponent. "Number nine, fire bender, also accepted, though I'm placing you in a safety course so that you can learn to properly control your abilities. Now, who's next?"

Sin walk over to him. "I am." he said.

"Name, bending/fighting type, and position you want?"

"Sin Bei Fong, Earth/lava, and I want to be on the front lines, sir." he responded. There was no going back now, not that he wanted to.

"Lava, huh?" the Commander responded. "In that case, don't lava bend the court. It's a pain to try an fix it. Use the stone disks instead."

Sin nodded and walked into the arena. When his sparing partner was also ready, the Commander yelled "fight" and Sin lifted up two stone disks, spinning them and turning them into lava. Before he could throw them to distract his enemy, however, a siren sounded and the Commander ordered him to stop.

"Air raid." the Commander said. "Look's like Kuvira's jet planes managed to get past our defenses again. Alright then, recruits, it looks like you get to prove your skills in the field. We're going to take down those bombers before they level part of the city, as well as any ground troops they decided to parachute in during the confusion. Put on your vests and head outside." With that he motioned towards an open duffle bag and a set of metal armor jumped out of it and onto him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he said to the stragglers, "Let's move it!"

Sin turned his two spinning lava disks into pumice and let them fall. He then ran towards the exit door, leaving his belongings here. He doubted he'd need a drawing book in a fight.

[User]
Sorin was a little embarrassed at the girl applauding his skills, he turned a little redder, somehow yet then the older man spoke up. Using his water to slingshot himself back over he looked at the man. "Hey it's not her fault for being who she is. Everyone is who they are you saying that's she just going get people killed is just being mean." The waterbender was not one to let others be berated. "She's here and that means she's selfless enough to want to fight for the White Lotus. I suggest you quit acting so high and mighty." He stated moving to stand by the other recruits.

Sorin was happy to be accepted, however he was less thrilled that he would be in reserves. The people who got hurt were on the front line and healing was most effect the sooner he got their. When the siren sounder he jumped a little and looked at the armor, he didn't water that it would slow him down and he needed to be able to move. "We should get moving." He stated as he started for the door. He hoped they could stop them, no one should die today.

[Assistant]
The old guy was really starting to piss Aiza off. He obviously thought that his age made him better than everyone else. But what gave him the right to tell everyone off like that? Not even a member of White Lotus yet, and she already had her first enemy. Aiza decided that she definitely hated the old guy, and anybody else who acted like him. He didn't know what he was talking about anyway, she had never gotten anyone killed before. In fact, she had gotten roughed up making sure people didn't get killed. Aiza puffed her chest up and was about to give the old guy what he deserved when the most amazing thing happened. Somebody actually stood up for her.

Aiza couldn't help but just stand there in shock as the Waterbending boy, Sorin, went over to the old guy. Sorin actually told the old guy off, calling him mean and high and mighty. It was a little weird, but touching, very touching. The Firebender couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. That was probably the first time in her life somebody had stood up for her, and not just joined the side against her. Aiza decided right away that she liked Sorin and was really happy for him when he got accepted. Now it was her turn. But before any more matches could start, a siren started going off. Apparently their test would be on the battlefield.

Aiza ran to catch up with Sorin. "Hey uh, thanks for standing up for me. Nobody's ever done that before. My name is Aiza by the way." She said, not even adding anything crazy afterwards. A million stupid things popped into her head to say, but nothing seemed right. So for once in her life, she kept her thoughts to herself. Her heart was beating faster than normal, out of excitement, and maybe a little fear. Her first real battle. Sure she had fought before, but those were just skirmishes. Now was the time to test how Aiza-fu did against real, trained soldiers.


[System]
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Age: 60

Gender: Female

Race: Sea Elf

Job: Apothecary and Navigator's Assistant

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Personality: Ellie is a peaceful soul, if somewhat skittish, who will avoid partaking in acts of violence by any means necessary. Often, that means simply removing herself from the situation, and for that, some may call her a coward. Likewise, she hates confrontations or upsetting people, so is subservient, never giving orders to another; she merely suggests or puts them forward as questions. Though at first she might seem furtive, if one takes the time to get to know her they will find she is very open and honest, enjoying pleasant company as much as she enjoys listening to the wind and waves. There is a certain naivety in her world views, but she is slowly learning from the crew, her "family", that the world may not live up to all her hopes.

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History
Born the later in a set of non-identical twins, Elodea and her brother Densa were the children of Zostera and Thalassia Verdantweed, husband and wife. Growing up in Lytheria was a rich experience and the tides never failed to bring all manner of wonderful travellers and trinkets from the exotic lands above the water. Their father was a rather successful tradesman, specialising in glow globes, glass spheres that enhanced the natural capabilities of bioluminescent algae (teeny tiny plants that spoke in the barest of whispers) to provide a submersible and reliable light source for diving expeditions, as well as other supplies needed for such ventures. As such, both children got a better exposure to the Folk From Above than most others their age. Whilst Ellie was amazed by the people and how funny they looked and the odd foods they brought, it was the stories that seized Densa, and he would always try and gleam whatever he could from the foreigners, ever-curious about what lay beyond the surface.

It came as no surprise then that when they entered education, both magically gifted, Densa chose to pursue the magic and spells that humans often sought out. Elodea's magic manifested itself more naturally, attuning herself further with the elements, she found herself able to talk to the sea creatures and plants, and even listen to the tides and eventually understand their moods. Many hours would be lost in idle conversation with shoals of friendlier animals in the reefs and harbours around the city.

As their education progressed, Densa began to distinguish himself as a student, and began spending vast amounts of time working in the Dry Rooms. Ellie was proud as ever, having always looked up to her brother. Gradually, she began to see less and less of him.

Her own magic had bloomed too, and she could now identify most plants and ascertain their uses, under the tutelage of the professors in the Alchemical and Apothecarial Arts that urged her to study under them. She accrued favours but also lengthened her list of those she owed during this time.

Then came the day that her brother was to leave with a crew from Laxen, a human crew. He urged her to come with him, but Ellie was content under the waves; he clearly got all the ambition and drive in the womb. Yet Densa understood, for he loved his sister deeply, and so left her a necklace, a simple, charmed thing that was a proof of concept and part of a thesis required for his advancement. He explained it would act as a concentrated searchlight when activated, so long as she never damaged it, so she could keep a piece of him with her, and that she was always welcome in case she ever changed her mind. Their parting was pleasant, if steeped ambivalence.

Years passed until she would hear of her brother again. Part of her wished she didn't. The ship he had been sailing on was reported missing, and then, found beneath the sea. She was not worried; he could not drown. Yet the circumstances surrounding the sinking of the vessel were veiled in mystery and gossip. There was no crew found aboard the wreckage, or anywhere nearby, and no land for them to have found sanctuary. Some believed the ship was scuppered, some that the beasts of less passive inclination had consumed all the corpses, others that pirates had captured the crew and sunk the ship, yet oddly a vast number of valuable goods were recovered from the wreckage by rescue crews.

Elodea, having visited the wreckage herself and gleaming nothing, decided to set of for the surface, alone, unsure what else to do; needing only to find her brother. Maybe she'd find him by simply looking, or maybe embracing his lifestyle would clue her in on what exactly happened, and she could inquire about the case with those who sailed so often. Regardless, she was adrift.

After many months of observing crews, and even travelling with a few to different shores, the Great Aquarius came in to harbour. She knew something was special about it. Eventually she was able to convince herself more a boon than a burden and was brought on as a member of the crew. That was two years ago.

Not particularly suited to manual labour, Ellie will often reside herself to swabbing the deck, shrinking away from other crew members, never wanting to be in their way. Her magic allows her to be a great help with navigation, and her skills with plants mean she can stave of most ailments when the supplies are there. Sometimes when rations are low she can scavenge edible plants from under the waves, preferring not to hunt for fish, since they aren't willing to be eaten quite so often, and can prepare meals if it is called of her.

Though the trail to her brother is cold, and those around may have come to their grim conclusions, she still maintains the belief that she'll find her brother, someday.

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Magic
Ellie's magic attunes her with nature. She can communicate with animals, if they are willing, though her understanding of plants is deeper, and she can gleam much from simple conversations and observations. She cannot alter or assert her will over any of these beyond the affect her words will have. On a more basic level she can listen to the tides and, she found out, the winds, and understand their temperament; useful for plotting courses and predicting weather patterns. Though it is not infallible, it is reasonably accurate.

Other: A large portion of the time her entire form will be damp; she likes to take dips in the water when there's a lull in activity. Though she believes in all the gods, the Glowing Maiden is who she prays to most.

[User]
Garret quietly walked out the door with narrowed eyes, surveying the situation. The crew had spotted their quarry, and were getting ready to engage. That meant it was work time. The figure of the enemy vessel became clearer as the ship moved toward it. He made a dissatisfied scowl and looked around at the figures rushing around the deck. Some of the crew would no doubt be nervous. They were an experienced mercenary vessel so they didn't show it, but Garret knew that, at least inwardly, there was no one who wouldn't be on edge to some degree at the prospect of naval warfare. At least on land they could rely on the ground beneath them, but on the seas, their footing was in the hands of the helmsman. The guns were in the hands of the crew, but judging the from the small size of their target, hitting it would be difficult. The contractors probably wanted the thing intact anyways, and he was sure they'd gotten some fingers into how they wanted the mission to run. Even if they didn't, he was in unfamiliar territory. He hadn't known the crew of the Great Aquarius for long so he couldn't be sure what he was in for. In short, Garret didn't like the arangement, but he supposed it could be worse. He didn't like many things anyway, but one thing he liked was gold, and he stood to get a fair amount of it if he contributed here.

Garret walked out of the doorway to the inner hold and got himself ready. For the 12th time or so he checked his equipment. His dirk was sharpened, his crossbow was working perfectly, and his throwing knives were within easy reach. His grappling hook was there in case he needed it, slung on his belt at the back, hidden by his body on one side and his cloak on the other. He could feel the reassuring weight of his chain mail under his leather vest. He was just about ready. He threw a quick glance at the others on board, trying to judge how reliable they would be when push came to shove. He wasn't sure how much he liked the captain of the Aquarius. She was more of a diplomat than a fighter, which was always a negative in Garret's eyes. Someone who played with words was harder to read because it was difficult to figure out what they were really saying, and to make things worse, she was from a noble family. At least he assumed so, judging by her surname. Still, he had to begrudge some respect for her management skills. Though, in the end, a man that commanded equal (if not greater) respect from Garret was also on the ship, and at the very least, that man was somewhat easier to trust.

Garret turned his eyes to the grey-haired man on the deck. Izal Valencia, a man who Garret thought as the true captain of the Aquarius, to some extent. The man used his considerable experience to command the crew in combat situations, and when Garret had first arrived he had been surprised to see him defer to the actual captain, Delilah, given the grizzled mercenary's storied reputation. While Izal was named the vice-captain, Garret felt it was more that Delilah took half of the captain's duties and Izal took the other, bloodier half. There was something significant between them, some deep bond, and Garret didn't really know what to think about the arrangement. But, then again, that wasn't really his job.

Garret turned his head and shifted his gaze to the approaching ship, the True Blue as he'd heard it was called. Although, technically, they were the ones approaching it. He briefly reflected on what had carried him here, thinking of the previous job he'd performed, the recommendation he'd been given to look for the Great Aquarius, and particularly the money the last job had given and where it had gone. The money had disappeared slowly, mostly into food and restocking his knives and bolts, while he waited for the Aquarius to come into harbor. He still had some left, but it wouldn't last him long. Garret readied his crossbow, pulling the string back as he knocked a bolt to the body. He had a great deal to gain from this job, and he was looking forward to looting the True Blue for whatever he could. It was small but he usually stole small things so it evened out. Even if he didn't get to loot, he'd need to participate. He had a lot to gain from this job, but first he'd have to prove himself.

[Assistant]
Eiko Uranos

Eiko climbed on the riggings, she was heading for the crows nest and when she climbed up into the basket she popped out her spyglass to get a better view of the ship in the distance, she didn't care about its name or it's crew if they were gonna attack it would've been best for them to show no mercy and attack without hesitation, she checked her rifle to make sure it was loaded and patted her coat to make sure she had enough bullets on her and removed the bayonet from the barrel.

The Sharpshooter licked a scarred finger to get an idea of which way the wind was going before she aimed her rifle crouching down and letting the barrel of the rifle rest on the rim of the basket in the crow's nest, she was aiming at the enemy's crow's nest before slowly squeezing on the trigger, Eiko adjusted her barrel for wind conditions as she squeezed back on the trigger.

The thought came to her mind that usually comes up when she fires a shot, it was better they died this way than any other way at least by being shot they could die quickly and painlessly, besides drowning is one of the worst ways to die. The thought of her father telling her about how bad drowning really was, came to the front of her mind; the lungs fill with water, even when someone holds their breath it's like putting a lid on a hole filling with water it just crashes in when you're at your weakest then the lungs burn as salt water enters your nose and mouth before going into the rest of your body.

The memory of sea elves dragging men off her father's boat during skirmishes came to thought as she spotted the sea elf scurry under the deck out the corner of her eye, and taking her eye off her target. At the moment Delilah wasn't as cruel as her father looking after the non-combatants and sending them below deck and out of the way of combat, with the old man yelling at others to stick with him for some form of protection, she couldn't understand a word he was saying, but kinda got the gist of it, if she needed to understand him she could just ask Delilah for a translation.

[User]
Elodea
The sky was a blue-black bruise. Ellie eyed it, hands planted firmly on the rail at the bow of the ship. Their webbing stretched between wide-open fingers. Choppy waves unsettled her stomach more than usual on the eve of battle. Behind her, the deck was alive, frantic with energy, like static in a gathering storm. She strained her ears to listen to the winds, the ones speaking underneath those complaining about being pushed and pulled about by magic, but their mood was unclear; the weather could hold. She sighed. At least the sea was excited.

TRUE BLUE grew ever closer. Pushing off the railing, Ellie turned, her bare feet slapping the deck as she weaved through the crewmen. It was an erratic dance of evasion. She passed Gareth – was that his name? – loading his crossbow, and gave Eiko a wide berth, quickening her step and gluing her eyes to the floor until she passed, before coming to the captains.

"Uhm," she stopped short, looked at their faces, then at her feet, "Uh, the winds are in an odd mood to day," she squeezed her arm, eyes wandering to their weapons. She shivered. "But I - the weather should hold out. I think." Her eyes flitted to them again, "Sorry."

After a jerky half-bow, Ellie scurried off below deck.


[System]
Nickname: Rusty Randy
Race: Demihuman (Red Squirrel)
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male

Proportionality:
Weight:305 lbs
Height:6'11"
Frame: A large frame, very bulky and muscular under the fur and large gutted  Use a hider.
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Personality:- Bruno is often defined as the quieter and distant type, and he really is. Although that doesn't mean he dislikes the company of people, in fact depending on the person or sometimes simply where the company is well appreciated. His distance is more seen in often a quietness and lack of expression or something simple such as asking about the weather unless it suits a particular need of some sort or another. On the other hand he can often daydream when doing some repetitive task or while being alone, being quite oddly perverse in the confines of his own mind. Bruno's lack of expression is occasionally connected to the weirder sides of himself such as obsession toward certain people often crushes are role models or in new technology seen and brought to him. Another darker piece of Bruno though rarely seen since childhood conflict is an odd enjoyment of the fight often when he himself is the one being beaten down and somewhat less the other way around. If there is a kindness available to be done, and nothing particular in its or Bruno's way, often he will do it out of an odd sense of duty to do so rather than just being kind, or it is speculated as such.
Job: Engineer/Repairman

Fighting Style: Bruno, doesn't subscribe to a particular fighting style, depending at first if possible avoiding combat is the tactic. Beyond that, he goes with whatever the hell gets the job done. Whether it be punching, elbowing, clawing, pulling or a swift kick or knee to the groin area if necessary. He's more swift in his attacks than actually being powerful in them and more often used to absorbing and taking on multiple powerful blows. When in tight spaces or in panicked moments often using the arms to redirect blows and instead go with a knee or a swift kick to any vulnerable part.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Wrench, mallet

Armors/Outfits He doesn't really tend to wear much that can be defined as 'armor' perhaps occasionally a welding mask and tough gloves for work in the past. Beyond that, often Bruno is simply found in basic grey overalls, some pants underneath often with a convenient fanny back and a small leather pouch attached onto its waistband.

Familiar:

Familiar Abilities: Lighting & Wind, Absorb electricity, resist wind, weak to ice, booming blasts of sound or music that can push back projectiles and smaller foes, can eat weak or defeated foes

Trance: (none of this found yet) Trance is more often caused by lust and strong resolution for Bruno. While in trance, his stomach and chest expand and practically 'puff out' to a degree as if to form a masculine wall. His defense quintuples and speed doubles, because of his familiar's nature, Bruno can levitate or 'fly' sort of with gusts of wind normally being noticed below his feet and appearing as small tornadoes.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Racial Advantages
Pros- He can hold multiple weapons
Cons- As a human he is limited to having very few magics that are not his Familiar's.
Self advantages
Pros- Bruno's main strengths combat wise is his durability and speed. Beyond that simply may be his techno-know-how and engineering skills
Cons- While Bruno is fast, what he has in speed is what lacks from his average if not below attacks. Seeing as his combat has no real technique, rather it is simply beating up the opponent with whatever comes to mind it can difficult to combat some who have fighting technique on their side.

Background:
 Bruno was born and raised in Lindblum and for the most part it still remains home to him in many aspects. He used to live there with his father and mother under the same house, though the two divorced when he was eight after some big fight. He had seen the two actually fight which lead to his mom, shoving the other down and the floor and quickly leaving, soon the divorce happened and Bruno's dad who had been wealthily employed in the engineer business had received custody. Often through the years there were a few troubles that plagued Bruno's childhood and up. Rumor spread that Bruno's father, Barret was a weakling and had been beaten up by a woman though the source of this rumor has still been unknown to this day what followed after it was a bunch of bullying and fights from others around at the time. Barett, seemed to change over the years as well despite Bruno helping with projects, his dad always seemed to belittle or insult him over the years, and oddly always had to know where Bruno had been.

 Over the years of this, Bruno just started to grow kind of silent and took what came at him. The pain was seeming normal, just something that would have to occur. On certain days, Bruno would just stick up in his room and lose himself in daydreams and oddly growing perverse dreams around the age of twelve. In secret, he began working on some of his own projects one of which was trying to create a blue automation named Reveater or 'Rev' for short. It took a few close calls and lies to hide the project. After a while, he grew worried that the project would be discovered, after it grew and grew so he looked for a place to hide it. Soon after, he found where his mom was staying and planned to visit, but more bullies blocked the way and Bruno had to take a bit of beating before arriving, some of the project was destroyed in the process but not all. It wasn't long after finding his mother, Clarece that she agreed to keep the project hidden, on one condition, that Bruno start protecting himself. She didn't specify any particular tactics, besides a move that redirected punches and lead up to a swift knee to the ground and abdomen and saying to fight for himself, although Bruno could see the fact that she wanted to step in for him instead. She couldn't handle more trouble at the time because of even more bitter rumors and many watchful eyes wanting to taker her down at a moment's notice.

 Bruno, soon did as Clarece had asked of him. Fighting back felt good, and eventually from it most of the previous bullies were no longer challenging him. Oddly, he had missed the fights, having even developed a pleasure in them but more in receiving the blows, after a while of them they ceased to even hurt. Years, and years later around sixteen had Bruno stopped working on projects in secret, despite Barrett calling most of the projects inferior or terrible with some word or another. He felt as if he had to do something and make more projects, as only a year before had Clarece disappeared (though some claimed she was arrested) along with 'Rev'. As years passed by more and more projects were taken under, even simple neighborhood projects for people that needed repairs or replacements for old rusted pieces for something or another and that's how Bruno Randaplh earned the name 'Rusty Randy' although he couldn't tell if that was a positive or negative name. He continued on in silence, enjoying the work and even to some degrees becoming obsessed with it, the innovations in the field and some of those who led it. At the age of eighteen 'Rusty Randy' was moving on up and was asked to work on airship, this day perhaps being the strongest in memory. Not only did Bruno's father seemed pleased, he seemed nearly excited about it and threw a small going away party for the work. Rusty Randy, continued his work after that and never returned home.

[User]
"R&D? You're offering me that level of a job?" Dren asked him suspiciously. He could feel his small cluster of grenades hidden beneath his robes clink slightly, almost eagerly at the prospect. Naturally though, the idea of being offered a job like that by someone who could very well be a terrorist, wasn't particularly worth entertaining. Then again, this mention of being shot down into an Evil Forest would put anyone's perspectives in skew. He didn't know much about the area, but he'd heard of the forest. Chances are he wouldn't be able to shy out of this one... he'd be forced into combat. Most likely with this group too as he looked over the lot of them... what a mess they were. But his magic did work best when he had others to back him up. His options were limited at this point. He offered a gloved hand to Cas.
"Very well. I will extend my trust this one time."

[Assistant]
Hitori looked at Cassius and couldn't help but smile, "The Sentiment is greatly appreciated Cassius but I have no right to the Title of Sir. I eschewed any claims to all perceived claims and airs of nobility quite some time ago. Hitori will do just fine."

"Beach Please, you as a Glubbin Noble would be a Reel Riot." a Feminine Voice could be heard in his head.
"Why must you heckle me Siren..." Hitori thought.
"Cuz I know you're hankerin for some Catfish." Siren teased, Hitori didn't even dignify that with a response.

The Ada doll noticed Cassius offering jobs willy-nilly and started Warbling in protest as if Cassius could actually understand him in that current state. "Calm down Ada, you'll just tire yourself out." Hitori chided the Doll.

[User]
Karn smirked in amusement as it took a moment for the woman to realize the situation while she ate, almost choking on it. "Mhmm yes, so far this little job has been quite a CATastrophe. And with having a bomb cannonballed at you, it has been quite a blast." she replied, smirk never leaving her lips. Emerald gaze watching the dualist basically inhale the food given. It wasn't much, but for now it is what the Tantalus group had. Usually, Ruby was the one to make a bit more decent meals. Huh.... in fact, wonder where she was? The blonde couldn't remember where she last saw her fellow crewmate. The only other female member that everyone was sort of quick to bolt from. Mhmm maybe she was just around the ship getting things spick and spam like everyone else.

Giving a slight laugh at the cat puns made, the feline couldn't help but actually let out a deep purr that vibrated against her chest and throat. It wasn't often she found someone who actually enjoyed the jokes and returned them just as much. A purrfect match indeed. It was like she could feel cupid's arrows bouncing right off of her. Oh yes, she liked this woman. Anyone making a pun was good in her book. At the question of what the feline was going to do with this newly discovered stowaway, she gingerly tapped her chin with a soft hum. Feeling the smooth leather of her gloves brush against her fair skin.

"Well.... Here we are, in the dark cargo hold with only a little lantern lighting up the place. Just the two of us, with possible death and destruction awaiting us in what could be minutes to hours. I wouldn't mind putting that blanket to its other use." Karn answered playfully with a flirtatious grin, winking a glowing emerald cat eye. She wasn't quite serious about it since this was definitely not the time, but she couldn't help her more playful side.

"Otherwise, should probably report to the Boss and announce our new arrival. Get to see our catnapped Gemstone too." The feline continued before flicking her ear at the other question and gave a smirk and shrug. "Well you can say I just find quite a bit of amewsment from telling punny jokes." she answered, watching Wylde return to the box she had been hiding in and took out a rapier. At the request for a leg message, the thief cocked her right eyebrow slightly and grinned a bit in amusement.

"Surprise not everything is numb and uncomfortable. But I'll give a beautiful lass like you a kneading massage for a discount of 100 Gil. Or another kiss. Whichever." Karn purred a response with amusement.

[Assistant]
Randy simply seemed to stand around and watch for a few moments. Being down below in the engine room or having been down there with quite a few people. One of them being his boss, another a merchant and a possible coworker of sorts in the future and a person with what seemed to be an animated doll. It seemed more than enough of an awkward situation and seeing as the boss was around and there events currently on going or at least he had suspected such. He could not simply slip away into a daydreaming fantasy, most work he could currently do seemed to be done and patched up with the materials he could find. It seemed to hold together well enough for the moment but he was definitely unsure about its sturdiness and how long it may last, especially if more trouble or violent 'critics' came along once more because of the performance. He continued to run that inside joke inside his skull and probably would keep tightly held onto it.

It seemed the one named 'Hitori' had briefly gone on about clouds as if going into a fantasy of some sort. Randy could not really blame him. Although he long knew that the clouds did not contain this 'wonder' except perhaps in imagination and through the mind. For a moment Randy could not help himself from staring out the window as well. Starting to drift out, slowly and unnoticed by the rest of his conscious mind. As he looked out toward the clouds and began to drift into them in a mental sense.

Randy did not come back until Cassius had approached him and even then it seemed to take a few moments for the words to get across. He really ought to try and nip that day dreaming habit in the bud, or whatever the appropriate saying was. Seems like he might not be able to finish his projects if all things went to hell. Oddly, he could not feel much panic for himself but instead rather for the projects and some certain others. "Okay." Randy responded simply. "Bye, and in case we or at least I die. See you later." He oddly felt a small grin creep up on his face He immediately went off to look for the workers, high and low to gather them. Finding a place that was structurally sound among the ship? The engine room seemed, to be fairing but puncture all around. The cargo hold might be the next safest bet, as long as most crates and so on were safely strapped down or would not fly about in a crash scenario. He would have to check that later or perhaps a brig if it was large enough.