[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Dracoavian
Image created by Ridlins.

Stands at five feet, seven inches tall.
Bio: Trevor lived a relatively normal, boring life, though, for some reason, he was absolutely okay with that. When he was a child, he was always the target of bullies due to his love for video games, and general nerdiness, however, he was one of the few nerds who could and would fight back, and even so, with surprising strength. If he didn't change schools every year due to his parents moving, he probably wouldn't have gotten picked on after the first time... that isn't to say he didn't get in trouble, since he was bad at trying to convince people, and everyone always thought he was lying, despite Trevor typically not being one TO lie. At first he didn't really think he HAD anger issues, but all of that changed in the seventh grade, when he was just awake enough to notice that he was blacking out, and going completely berserk... the last sight he could remember seeing was his fellow students running away from him, or getting out of his way... funny thing, he doesn't even remember what GOT him that angry, but that incident caused him to finally agree to work out that issue.

 He has since calmed down, and hasn't gotten in any more fights, since most of the bullies in high school remembered him from at least one of the elementary schools he went to, and they didn't want to mess with him. He has since just finished college, getting a degree in computer programming, of all things, and he took his first interview for his first real job... his first day was going to be in a couple days, but he was, hilariously enough, excited about this. This was going to be the start of a brand new chapter in his life, and of course, he didn't think the meteor would actually hit until yesterday, and that REALLY soured his mood for a bit, but then he said to himself 'Well, if it's the last day for humans, let it be known that I really tried to adult' he chuckled at his own joke, and tried to live the last day as if it truly were the last. He tried all sorts of new food, all kinds of new activities with all of his friends, even introducing a few of them to others, and blew most of the cash he had in his wallet. He ended up DEAD tired when he got back home, though, he really didn't want this last day to end for various reasons, his body just wouldn't let him stay up any longer...

 However, much to his surprise, Trevor somehow woke up the next day, though, not everything was where it normally was, specifically, there were feathers and scales everywhere, and he had a long, blue thing blocking his vision... and he felt like he had a tail and wings, but, that can't be possible, right?

Weaknesses (x2): Ice, Stone, and Nature magic
Strengths: x0.5 - Water, x0 - Fire, x-1 - Lightning

Skills:
Fisticuffs: Not one to use weapons, Trevor prefers to just punch the enemy, despite the fact that his claws might be a better choice. He uses no real fighting style, since he was never trained, but there's enough strength behind his punches to make this a viable option.

Fire: Firebreath, and some other fiery skills... Trevor's alright at it, but some of the more advanced fire moves tend to come with some sort of drawback for him... he uses it as recklessly as one would expect.

 Flame Drill: A skill in which Trevor imitates a drill and drills through the opponent using his tough claws, and a dose of fire breath. A powerful move that can easily hit weak points and ignores an enemy's defense, but it also leaves Trevor dizzy, and unable to accurately attack for a while after its use.

Lightning: Trevor's a natural at using electrical abilities, apparently, and he tends to shoot said lightning from the tips of his claws, often shaping his hand to look kind of like a gun and even occasionally saying 'pew, pew' when he does so.

 Energize: Trevor can use some of his own electricity to give one of his teammates, or himself, a sudden burst of energy. Heals HP, and can restore some lost magic... costs a decent amount of magic to use, however.

Runes: Scan Rune - Allows one to use the 'Scan' skill both inside and outside of battle... said skill allows the user to read alien languages, and know the strengths and weaknesses of enemies once it's used on a sample of that language, and an enemy, respectively. This rune doesn't need to be equipped to any skill slot, and doesn't require any real magic to use.

 Heal Rune - Allows the use of one type of healing magic, depending on which type of magic it's equipped to. In this case, it allows the use of the magic skill 'Energize', since it's equipped to his lightning magic.
Other: Nothing.

[User]
Mia

---

 The drill was able to easily tear through a steel plate not unlike the one blocking the path to the ghost. Stealing it was not only morally questionable, but while the guards were around, it would be very difficult. Still, it seemed like the only option at the time.Mia went over their options in her head. They could lure the guards away and take it, but getting such a large drill to the wall without being noticed would be nearly impossible.

 While she was lost in thought, she hadn't noticed that Trevor had already began approaching the wall. It wasn't until Trevor used his newfound power that she happened to turn her head. "Damnit, Trevor..." She muttered under her breath, rushing over to assist him. It seemed that he'd been inspired by the drill, because this attack certainly did look like it. Perhaps it could get through the wall, as well. It seemed to significantly damage the golem as well, and though he seemed a little dazed afterward, Trevor didn't appear to be injured too badly.

 Mia hadn't used any offensive spells until this point, so she was unsure if her magic could do anything besides heal. It took a moment, but she was eventually able to form a rod of light with a pointed tip. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be an arrow. She quickly flew to Jason - she'd seen him make weapons before. "Jason, could you make me a bow?" Though she'd never really shot a bow before, if her magic could create arrows, it was in her best interests to learn how.

[Assistant] Jason looks at the glowing arrow in Mia's hand in surprise, and nods. "I'll try, but it's gonna have one heck of a draw strength. Gimme a minute." Many of the drawing around him fade away, the lines making them up blending and vanishing back into nothingness. He measures Mia's arms, and draws a metal bow with his claw. He pulls the bow out of the wall, and "erases" bits of scrap metal that came with it, by slicing them off with his white hot talons. He then hands the new metal bow to Mia, and draws his small pistol, hiding it with his enormous wings, and loads a clip. "Let's go find out what we're up against here." His wings and feathers begin to glow, slowly and steadily, and the items he drew flicker with the same golden flames.

[User]
Shaula

---

 If they could only get to the drill fast enough, all they had to do was drive it away and ram it at the wall. Unless it needed a key. Do mole-aliens even use keys? Before she could figure out an answer to that question, however, they had made it to the wall, and Trevor was already fighting the guard. He had launched himself at the golem, spinning and breathing fire in an impressive imitation of the drill as his attack went straight through it. Celina cushioned his fall. If he could manage to do that again, they might not need to steal the drill. Shaula noticed Mia and Jason preparing to fight and realized she should figure out something fast.

 She took an Orgone emitter from her backpack and threw it at the golem. It bounced off harmlessly. The golem looked over and, notably, did not double over from pain as the Orgone energy surged through its body. "Course. Orgone doesn't actually affect any of these aliens. Why would it be that easy?" she said. Shaula raised her arms toward the golem. "Fine, then. I can do this. It worked last time." Water blasted from her palms and knocked her backwards. Regaining her balance and planting her feet more firmly in the ground this time, she shot water at it again.

[Assistant] While the strange item didn't do much, or rather, any damage to the golem, Celina's copy of Trevor's move seemed to do quite a bit, though, Trevor could only assume that she'd be dizzy, just like him, afterwards. The others spoke, and someone shot water at the golem, dealing some pretty decent damage to it, as well, and even managing to erode its head, a little bit, but now it was Trevor's turn, again... Trevor got up and tried his best to punch the golem, however, his dizziness actually caused him to miss, and said miss probably prompted the golem to smash one of its arms right into him. "Uuuuugh... owwww," Trevor managed to say after getting smashed into the ground by a literal boulder, albeit one that was loosely connected to a bunch of other boulders, forming a vaguely humanoid shape. The golem then took a bit of time to just punch into the nearby wall, causing some loose rocks to fall around the place, only to then patched itself up with said rocks, healing itself just by using the environment around it. This... wasn't going to be an easy fight, unfortunately. The golem then slowly approached Mia, its speed being even less than that of Shaula's, or Celina's.

[User]
Mia

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 As Mia pulled back the bow's string, she could see what Jason meant when he told her about the draw strength. She couldn't hold it back for long, and when she fired it, she completely missed. The golem was such a large target, as well. She would need some practice if she wanted to use this ability in combat anytime soon. "I'm sorry Jason, but I think I'm done with the bow for now." She placed it on the ground, though she kind of felt bad for having Jason make this weapon only to fire once and miss.

 In the short time it took to fire the arrow, Trevor had gotten a serious beating from the golem. Now, it was coming for her. It stood between the two of them, but it was much slower than Mia was. She ran off to the side, kiting around the golem in an attempt to reach her injured teammate.

[Assistant] He shrugs. "Don't worry about it Mia. I can just make another one later for you to practice with." The bow fades away, and he tosses a barrage of fireballs at the golems head in an attempt to melt it. "Get Trevor out of there! Don't let it step on him!" He lifts a large spear, the head of the weapon blazing with white flame, and puts it into the golems back when it turns to follow Mia. "Oi! Rock head! Over here, you pile of pebbles!" He backwings, sending himself hurdling backwards, and lands awkwardly. "Get it in the head!" He pulls out his gun, and begins shooting the golems face.

[User] Now this was bad. Celina felt very dizzy after what she just did, stumbling around and having some difficulty being able to aim. And as what she saw while her world was spinning, Trevor had the same issue, actually missing his move on the golem. Celina though about it and tried to draw something, actually summoning a bird... sort of? The things wings were very crooked, its beak seeming like it was made to be a very badly drawn toucan beak, and its tail seeming like a snake tail. The thing started to fly... before crashing down right at the golem's feat and disintegrating. "God dang world spinning... ugh..." she then said before falling face first on the ground, dizzy right now. She shook her head, hoping to regain her senses soon. This was not good at all right now for her. At least with her slime form she would not really get hurt too much by physical attacks. At least that is what she hoped.

[Assistant]
Shaula

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 Shaula spun around at the sound of gunshots to see Jason shooting a pistol at the golem's face. "Jason! You brought a gun with you and didn't tell us!? There was a giant spider, we could have used it!" she hissed. It would have gone to better use against the spider, because the golem seemed to be able to regenerate any damage done to it. They needed a new plan. Getting it away from rocks was out of the question; they were in a cave. Really, though, they didn't need to kill it. They just needed to get through the wall.

 "Celina, Trevor!" Shaula said, "We'll distract the rock alien! You try and get through the wall! Do that drill thing again!" She ran around the golem (picking up her Orgone emitter along the way) and shot water at the golem to keep it away from everyone else. "Jason, keep shooting! Get it angry at you!" If Jason could get it distracted, then all they had to do was break through the wall, and it would be easy to outrun it. And then all they had to worry about was that dragon...

[User] With the golem distracted, Trevor had enough time to finally stop being dizzy, and he even had time to aim his attack, too. Perfect. With him focused on Jason or Shaula, I can drill right through the core, and defeat it once and for all. Trevor thought as he waited for an opening. He found one once the golem tried its best to launch one of its rocks at Jason, and that was when he attacked with another drill, this time, severely damaging the core. The golem stopped its attack and started flailing around as if it had lost a part of its brain, and it ended up flat on the floor, with its damaged core in full view of everyone. "Alright, guys, just one more hit to that crystal thing should destroy it... ugh... really wish I didn't get motion sickness so easily..." Trevor said as the dizziness hit him, yet again, and he fell back to the ground, this time, closer to where Shaula was. That's what they wanted him to do, right? They wanted him to use his flame drill attack on the golem while it was distracted, right? Either way, that's what he did, and the battle was already almost over, that move having proven itself quite useful when dealing with enemies, at the very least... it just had certain side-effects associated with it, unfortunately. The already tough to see cave started spinning around for Trevor, again, making it nearly impossible to tell which way he was facing, where he was, or where he was going... or even if he was going anywhere.


[System]
Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Personality:
Nathaniel appears at first to be a fairly average, if somewhat stoic individual. He's sensible and knowledgeable, and he has a lot of patience when dealing with the people around him. Combined with his politely friendly attitude, Nathaniel may seem like a very calm and collected person to people who don't know him. In reality however, Nathaniel tends to get flustered fairly easily, and doesn't perform so well in the event of non-duel-related confrontation. He acts much more relaxed and friendly around people he actually knows, and it really takes some work to get on his bad side. His composed exterior is also a front to hide some serious self-esteem issues due to an unfortunate incident in his past. In fact, just the mention of the words "Junior Disaster" can cause twitching and stuttering, and continuing to press this little pressure point can cause him to have a full-on nervous breakdown. At heart however, he is still an entertainer. Once you get him in front of a cheering crowd, his entire world lights up, and the previously composed and reserved Nathaniel turns into a grinning, shouting dorkperformer.

History:
Toronto, Ontario born and raised, Nathaniel is the only child of a happy family. Throughout his childhood, Nathaniel was all smiles, well-known among those around him for never ever giving up. Having taken up Duel Monsters at a very early age, Nathaniel was especially taken by the Entertainment Duels on TV. Duelists and monsters acting in tandem to bring joy to all who watched them; for Nathaniel, that was the coolest thing in the world, and he dreamed of going pro as an Entertainment Duelist himself. Unfortunately, Nathaniel wasn't very good at the game. In fact, he rarely won a duel, and never once in an actual contest setting. While it wore on him, he wasn't the type to let that stop him, and he continued to enter into numerous Junior Contests with his parents' full loving support.

Five years ago, he entered into the Toronto Junior Entertainment Contest. The preliminary round consisted of each contestant dueling three other random contestants, and judges would decide who moved on based on their performances. Nathaniel, already a crowd favorite at the time due to his cheerful personality and colorful performances, predictably lost his first two duels. Then came the third duel. Nathaniel drew his hand... and it was perfect. After his opponent set up some weak defenses, Nathaniel quickly swarmed the field. The duel was no longer a show to entertain, but a battle in which Nathaniel aimed to overwhelm his opponent as quickly as possible. The OTK he proceeded to deliver was so brutal that his opponent was left sobbing at the end of it. Nathaniel proudly looked to the audience, but no cheers met his ears. Even the judges exchanged no discussion, only wide-eyed stares as they looked on in shock. Realizing what he had done, Nathaniel soon began to bawl as well, and the two young contestants had to be escorted out of the arena. Needlessly to say, Nathaniel did not make it to the next round. This little event, which eventually ended up on Youtube, became known as the Toronto Junior Disaster, and it would continue to haunt Nathaniel to this very day.

Despite his parents' best attempts to cheer him up, Nathaniel didn't enter into any more contests after that. After dropping Duel Monsters for two years, Nathaniel suddenly picked it up again in middle school. He took out the Pendulum Monsters that had led him to his previous pyrrhic victory, and went back to regularly losing with his Main Deck monsters, and although he still won a duel every now and then, these victories were few and far in-between. At this time, he also began to look into applying to the Duel Tower, planning for this to be his one last hurrah in his history of Duel Monsters before he went back to Canada to study marketing or something. As he got on that plane, he felt finally ready to leave the Junior Disaster debacle behind him. After all, this was an institution in the middle of a desert. There is no way these people will have heard about Junior Disaster, right? ...Right?

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Performapals, of course. Bowhopper in particular looks super rad.

Chosen courses:
Action Dueling/Pendulum Summoning

Current Dorm:
Earth

Chosen Structure Deck:
Performance of the Ages

Custom Structure Deck List:
Monsters: 20
Fluffal Leo x1
Fluffal Mouse x3
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x1
Kuriboh x1
Performapal Bowhopper x1
Performapal Elephammer x1
Performapal Friendonkey x2
Performapal Helpprincess x2
Performapal Thunderhino x1
Performapal Secondonkey x1
Performapal Spikeagle x1
Performapal Sword Fish x2
Performapal Whip Snake x1
Performapal Skeeter Skimmer x1
Swift Scarecrow x1

Spells: 10
Bubble Barrier x1
Burden of the Mighty x1
Ego Boost x1
Galaxy Cyclone x1
Hippo Carnival x1
Illusion Balloons x1
Night Beam x1
Scapegoat x1
Supply Squad x1
Swords of Revealing Light x1

Traps: 10
Counterforce x1
Damage Gate x1
Jar of Avarice x1
Negate Attack x1
Performapal Call x1
Performapal Pinch Helper x1
Performapal Revival x1
Pinpoint Guard x1
Seven Tools of the Bandit x1
Wall of Disruption x1

Current deck:
Monsters: 18
Beast King Barbaros x1
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x1
Odd-Eyes Dragon x1
Performapal Bowhopper x1
Performapal Corn x1
Performapal Elephammer x1
Performapal Friendonkey x2
Performapal Helpprincess x2
Performapal Hip Hippo x1
Performapal Longphone Bull x1
Performapal Rain Goat x1
Performapal Sleight Hand Magician x1
Performapal Teeter Totter Hopper x1
Performapal Thunderhino x1
Performapal Uni x1
Performapal Whip Snake x1

Spells: 13
Back-Up Rider x1
Bubble Barrier x1
Ego Boost x1
Galaxy Cyclone x1
Illusion Balloons x1
Lightning Vortex x1
Mystical Space Typhoon x1
Performance Hurricane x2
Performapal Dramatic Theater x1
Scapegoat x1
Supply Squad x1
Swords of Revealing Light x1

Traps: 9
Chaos Burst x1
Dark Bribe x1
Performapal Call x1
Performapal Pinch Helper x1
Performapal Revival x1
Performapal Show Down x1
Pinpoint Guard x1
Raigeki Break x1
Threatening Roar x1

Collection:
Gene-Warped Warwolf x1
Blackwing
Blackwing - Harmattan the Dust x3

Buster Blader/Destruction Sword
Dragon Buster Destruction Sword x2
Robot Buster Destruction Sword x2
Wizard Buster Destruction Sword x3

Charmer/Familiar Possessed
Nefarious Archfiend Eater of Nefariousness x2

Edge-Imp/Fluffal/Frightfur
Fluffal Leo x1
Fluffal Mouse x3

Gaia
Gaia, the Mid-Knight Sun x1

Kuriboh
Kuriboh x1

Melodious
Aria the Melodious Diva x1
Score the Melodious Diva x2

Ninja
Twilight Ninja Nichirin, the Chunin x2
Twilight Ninja Shingetsu x1

Performapal
Performapal Rain Goat x2
Performapal Secondonkey x2
Performapal Skeeter Skimmer x1
Performapal Spikeagle x1

Shiranui
Shiranui Smith x1
Shiranui Spiritmaster x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai Magnet x2
Superheavy Samurai Prepped Defense x1

Toon
Toon Buster Blader x1

Non-archetypes
Al-Lumi'raj x2
Dogu x1
Dragon Dowser x1
Giant Rat x1
Pitch-Black Warwolf x1
Archfiend
Archfiend Eccentrick x1

Dark Counterpart
Dark Doriado x1

Deskbot
Deskbot 007 x2
Deskbot 008 x4

Dinomist
Dinomist Ceratops x1
Dinomist Plesios x3
Dinomist Pteran x1

Magician
Dharma-Eye Magician x1
Stargazer Magician x1
Timegazer Magician x1

Performapal
Performapal Bit Bite Turtle x3
Performapal Drummerilla x1
Performapal Guitartle x1
Performapal King Bear x1
Performapal Momoncarpet x1
Performapal Monkeyboard x2
Performapal Parrotrio x1
Performapal Pendulum Sorcerer x1
Performapal Swingcobra x1
Performapal Trump Girl x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai General Coral x3
Superheavy Samurai General Jade x1

Non-archetypes
Foucault's Cannon x1
Zany Zebra x1
Dracoslayer
Dinoster Power, the Mighty Dracoslayer x1

Goyo
Goyo Emperor x1
Goyo
Goyo Defender x1

Shiranui
Shiranui Samuraisaga x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai Beast Kyubi x1

Non-archetypes
Cloudcastle x2
Non-archetypes
Pilgrim Reaper x1
Buster Blader/Destruction Sword
Destruction Swordsman Fusion x1
Karma of the Destruction Swordsman x3

Dinomist
Dinomic Powerload x3
Dinomist Charge x1

Dracoslayer/Dracoverlord
Draco Face-Off x2

Shiranui
Shiranui Style Synthesis x1

Speedroid
Hi-Speed Re-Level x1

Yang Zing
Yang Zing Prana x1

Non-archetypes
Book of Moon x1
Burden of the Mighty x2
Dracocension x1
Draw Muscle x1
Feast of the Wild LV5 x1
Hippo Carnival x3
Lucky Iron Axe x1
Night Beam x1
Pop-Up x1
Smile World x1
Battleguard
Battleguard Rage x2

Performapal
Performapal Pinch Helper x1

Yang Zing
Yang Zing Unleashed x1

Non-archetypes
Ceasefire x1
Counterforce x1
Damage Gate x1
Dragon's Bind x1
Draining Shield x1
Forbidden Apocrypha x1
Jar of Avarice x1
Negate Attack x1
Pendulum Reborn x1
Seven Tools of the Bandit x1
Wall of Disruption x2

Points:
61

[User] Ethel looked appalled when Hayate didn't even bother to shoot her a glance, now having an abysmal opinion of the girl. She didn't even think there were people out there that lacked even the basics of courtesy. The girl would have gotten enraged, but then noticed a sudden crowd having been amassed all around. Ignia popped in behind her, Vincent snuck over and Shinrei + trash girl strolled on in. This was getting a little too much for the girl, who rose from her seat whilst quickly musing "My excuses". Ethel quickly marched out of the door and took a few breaths, detesting having to stay in large crowds when she doesn't need to. "...Great, what now?" the girl pondered, raising one finger and putting it against her brow. "Maybe..." she muttered, before settling something. Standing around wasn't going to do her any good, and she needed to test out her new cards. So, Ethel decided to take the elevator up to one of the Arena floors to scout out some duelists. She settled on floor 17, which hosted arenas M and N.

[Assistant] Angelo sighed as he was told that they would be given a break until lunch. Angelo just needed to relax for a little while so he left and he went straight to his room. Once their he got a pair of swimming trunks that he brought with him, he felt glad that he did despite knowing the place was in the dessert he also thought they would have a pool. Once he changed putting on his trunks along with a plain t-shirt and a towel he went down the elevator and into the pool area where he found tsukiko he put his things on the chair and he dived into the pool relaxing at its cool touch thinking this was a good place to relax for a while and get his spirits back up...

[User]
"Alright, thanks." Nathaniel sighed as he nodded his head and walked away. From the sound of things, things were starting to die down. Okay, bad choice of words. Things were starting to calm down.

As he headed back to where Brad was, Nathaniel sneaked another look at the two kids dueling at the table. Even with the distress all around them, these two kids found a way to still have fun and hold on to hope. If that was the case, maybe there was something Nathaniel could do after all.

"It looks like things are starting to calm down a little." Nathaniel said to Brad as he approached him. As he stood in front of the larger boy, he reached out his left arm in front of him, showing Brad the Duel Disk now strapped to his left arm. "So how about a duel to pass the time?"


[System]
Age: 47

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The underside of Algernon's watch is a dart-shooter. It reacts to the muscles in his wrist; if he extend his palm, the darts will fire. While the normal darts are coated in sedative and are not very harmful, he owns special dust-packaged darts that can exert quite the elemental effect on their target.

One of the items in his duffel bag, aside from various folders, binders, and papers, is a boxlike device called the Onager. If Algernon puts his right hand into the slot and plugs it in, the box unfolds into a mortar that rests on his shoulder when in use—siege mode. In siege mode, Onager fires volatile bombs in a big arc, perfect for large, slow-moving targets. In the default storage mode, Onager is much safer.

Specialty: Algernon detests physical combat, believing it to be below his station as a professor. In rare situations of combat, Algernon's chief strategy is keep-away: the art of running and shooting. It is an uninspiring, though effective and safe, style of fighting. He'll often employ his wits in combination with his dart-shooter and Onager, effectively classifying him as a gunslinger/scout. Of course, as a teacher he rarely gets involved in fighting scenarios.

Semblance: Drowse Algernon can put people to sleep—and not just with his lectures about calculus. If he yawns, everyone in a radius around him will instantly succumb to slumber, and if he stifles that yawn, he puts himself to sleep. While not effective at all in a wide-awake combat situation, Algernon still sees his unique little power as useful.

Personality: If it weren't 'Henry', 'methodical' would be Algernon's middle name. Slow, cautious, thorough, and even boring, he always makes sure that both he and his students have a firm grasp of whatever comes their way and are prepared for what's next. He is a pacifist that prefers not to fight, but understands all too well the necessity of warfare. While not the most outgoing, he generally likes to help and enjoys forming teacher-student relationships with those attending beacon. Algy is pretty pragmatic and not overgiven to sentimentality, knowing that the overemotional response can often be the wrong one. That didn't stop him from marrying the girl of his dreams, though, but exactly who his wife is he keeps a playful secret from the students—the only hint is that she is another teacher at Beacon.

Color: Amber

Emblem:

Appearance:

[User]
Gren Orchid

"Fancy seeing you up here. Here for the concert or do you just like the view?"

Gren had been on the same roof that Sapphire was on, though he was rather surprised that she was able to get up here. The walls were hardly suited for climbing and Sapphire didn't seem the type to deface school property by using her daggers as climbing tools. Did she have a power similar to him? He put those thoughts aside as he walked up to his team leader.

The two shared the same view of the crowd gathered below. Gren could pick out a few people among the crowd, but none of them seemed to be the source of music. Which still begged to question what was causing such a ruckus. He turned to Sapphire wondering if she knew anything about this. "I don't suppose you have any idea what this is all about, Rode?"

While he was up here it also occurred to him that if Shiro was going to give Gren his headphones, he'd need to find him wouldn't he? Gren sent Shiro another message in the event that he has obtained his headphones by now.

And unknown to Gren, their little team pet Scoot had been hitching a ride in Gren's bag. It had a plentiful enough space for the small creature, and for some reason or another it's telepathic semblance had some difficulty speaking to Gren's mind. It started to weasel out however when it smelled Sapphire near by and sent her a message.

"Loud! Fun?"

[Assistant]
Oswald Connolly- Anime Shenanigans

Wondering what was taking Sapphire so long, Oswald cocked his head to the side as his Scroll vibrated against his leg. Pulling the offending object from his pocket, Oswald was a bit surprised to see a message from the object of his inquiries.

Greetings? Really? Whatever. Looking up at the roofs, Oswald only noticed Sapphire's figure after a few moments of searching. He was...frankly, bewildered. Her Semblance certainly hadn't allowed her to get up there. Was she really that agile? "Color me impressed, the other gem managed to find a good vantage point! I'll head up first, if ya really want I can bring you up, but I don't think teleportation would work well with your stomach!"

Nodding at his teammates, Oswald looked back to Sapphire and took a moment to think. Could he make it? The girl was only a few stories up. He was worried that his Semblance would wonk out and leave him somewhere other than his intended target, though. While he understood most of the limits, this was a situation he couldn't be positive about the results of.

Throwing caution to the wind, Oswald focused on a spot just next to Sapphire, right on the edge of the roof, and suddenly his entire view of the world shifted. He was now on the roof. Stepping forward to make sure he didn't plummet to his doom, Oswald looked between Gren and Sapphire. "Team meeting?"

[User]
Grane Blauer
"I see you just got your sea legs laddie!"

"Gee thanks." Grane gripped his stomach in pain, trying to resist the urge to throw the the first mate and his shit eating grin overboard. He hadn't expected the ship ride to be that bad, he chose it over the airship for a reason, but the storm they went through made the ship lurch like no tomorrow. Perhaps he should have taken the long trek instead of trying his chances with this merchant ship. It would have been much more peaceful. And Grane wouldn't have felt like he was about to throw up yesterday's lunch.

"Thanks for the ride I guess.... I'll go now." Grane jumped off the boat, and gave a sigh of relief as his shoes hit the ground. The Port of Vale was full of activity, as expected from such a major city. Well, with all these goods.... They wouldn't miss one measly bottle. He needed it for the next bloody ride he'd have to take to get to Beacon. Gods know Grane would rather be drunk than trying to sit through a flight on nothing. He hastily shoved the bottle in his bag after taking a sip.

It seemed that no one was really watching, as he made no attempt to hide the blatant crime. Grane found his airship and waited for the flight to start…but then fell asleep.

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Grane found himself waking up with a bad hangover. He was never too good with alcohol anyway, but that never really stopped him. Grane sluggishly walked off the airship, making it to the entrance of Beacon. Grane actually didn't know what to do at this point- nothing came to mind, and perhaps he was a bit too drunk to think properly. Aimlessly walking around, Grane hoped he might find someone with authority he could talk to. None of the students really wanted to talk to him, and some even mumbled something about bad music.

He saw someone who looked relatively new as well, and found himself following him in hopes of finding some sort of faculty.

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An elated giggle erupted out of Skyra breathing in the fresh air. "Your bum is just right. Not too fat, but still properly butt shaped. It's at least better than mine." In a swift motion she reached into the bag of sweets, pulled something out, she didn't actually care what, and put it into her mouth merrily chewing on it.
"Shanksh!", she mumbled, her mouth full of the remains of baked goods. Quickly she gulped it down, although still savouring the aftertaste in her mouth.
"You're also a lot more well equipped in other areas than me." Skyra winked and massaged her small bumps on her chest for a second. "Not that I wanted yours, though."

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It took a conscious effort on Ozpin's part not to sigh. To be certain, change was a part of life, and flexibility was part of dealing with the changes it threw one's way. That the student body would be this much in flux, however, managed to upset the headmaster. And this time, the circumstance was far more worrying than a transfer to another school, as with team JRVR, or a recall for reasons of 'family business' as had been used for Aurellius and Marcus. Overnight, three students had disappeared. For some time now, a steady tension had lay beneath the surface of everyday life, touchable only faintly by Ozpin, his friends, and his professors, though there nonetheless. Now, however, it seemed as if whatever force lay in opposition to Beacon had made its first move. The pieces had been set a week ago; now, the game had begun. The lives of students could, however, lend themselves only to a most cruel game. Come Friday, team JSSC would be on its way to find and rescue Priscilla, Daniel, and Grayson. Until then, the gathering of information would be key.

None of this mattered at the moment, however. New students, previously without allies to call their own, were right here now in Ozpin's office, and he turned away from contemplating the view from his window to greet them. He studied their faces, internalizing their features as well as names. Delta Snow. Brown eyes closely regarded the pale blue. Grane Blauer. He scrutinized the unique look on his face. With these two, that would make three down, counting Miss Beryl Harkan, who he'd spoken to earlier. Soon to arrive would be the senior Sterling, back from his extended voyage, to join his teammates Jasmine and Sarina and to meet Claire for the first time. The student body would be in full strength—though immediately after thinking this, Ozpin chided himself for even beginning to consider his pupils as an army. Ironwood, though a friend, had yet to convince him to employ him that the students should do anything save evacuate in case of some kind of invasion. "Welcome to Beacon, then. Grab your scrolls and then seek out Robert Fallson, your team leader. I expect from you two every ounce of dedication and effort, if not more, than from the students who began their year here. You have until lunch to visit the team's classes, socialize, and relax, but afterward..." he shook is head, trying to ignore an annoying music coming from somewhere outside the room. "...it will be time to begin."

Outside the school

It wasn't long before the source of the noise made itself apparent. Behind the campus of Beacon was a hill, and cresting it now came the point from which the cacophony originated. Shambling down the slope came a boy, who looked to be about fourteen, with shaggy sand-blonde hair that reached his shoulders, frayed and dirty clothing, and a look of exhaustion on his face. The very air around him trembled, seemingly vibrating at ultra-complex frequencies to create sounds from nowhere; it did not take a sharp mind to guess that the making of soundwaves was this young man's semblance. Even so, it looked to be an obscenely powerful one. Now that the boy could see people facing him, he visibly scrunched himself up in order to deaden the tooth-rattling music. In an instant, there was dead silence save for the ringing of ears.

The boy walked closer. Professor Fullbuster rushed to his side to lend him his shoulder and keep him from falling over. When the strange and ominous newcomer drew close to the group, three new features could be seen. First, his sclera were not white, but black, framing disconcerting white irises. Second, his mouth was seemingly stitched shut, which perhaps explained his emaciation. Third, tattooed down the bridge of his nose in bold black print was the word: EMBODIMENT. Before anything else could be seen, there came a single melodic and ethereal whisper in the air, "help me" before the last of the boy's strength faded from him and he collapsed in the professor's arms.

Fullbuster motioned for another student to assist him with carrying the newcomer. "We must get him to the clinic immediately. I need one more of you to help open doors on the way. Someone else needs to run and find the headmaster, he oughta be in his office right now. Go, quick!"


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

* * *

Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
Kili had plenty more he wished to ask in regards to her ability to fly, though he refrained from doing so. At least for now. Rather than respond, he nodded slowly, he could not believe what he'd seen. "Is that magic, then? How your wings turn into a cloak...is that a spell of some sort?" Magic was another thing he'd yet to see, and he was just bursting with things to tell his brother once they had a moment to speak.

"Kili! You'd best not be smuggling tankards of ale." Dwalin seemed to have come to conclusion that Thorin's youngest nephew snuck away to drink more ale than a dwarf of his size should. "You'll need to keep an eye on him, Fili! We haven't even set out yet, and he's gettin' himself lost."

Grimacing lightly, Kili rose from his chair before Dwalin might come up with more theories as to his disappearance. "Fili won't be able to believe it -- does Thorin know of you?" Even as they walked, he continued to ask questions.

[Assistant]
Following Kili's gaze to her cloak, Saeril couldn't help but give a small smile at it. "Yes it is. But not by me", she softly answered him, just before she heard Dwalin yell for him from the dining hall. Giving an heartfull chuckle, the she-elf stood up from her sitting spot easily, and slowly beginning to go to the dining room. "Coming?", she asked simply, stopping for a moment. She chuckled again at his questions. He could do this all night. It was all he was good at: his innocent curiousity.

Fili was already looking around for Kili, trying to figure out where his little brother might have gone. Where was he? Walking cautiously to the room of the hearth, he could already hear voices half of the way there. The blonde walked around the corner, and caught sight of his brother with what seems to be a very bizarre female elf. "Kili?"

[User]
Kili followed without hesitation, though his mind quite preoccupied by the idea of flying. What must have everything looked like from the sky? The world must have looked so very beautiful from up there. Right then, his brother showed up, and his timing could not have been more perfect.

"Fili, there you are!" Kili brightened at once; he'd hoped to introduce the two without the rest of the company asking questions. 'Delva' had been important to both, and she was the godmother to Fili as well. "This is Saeril," Kili introduced the two, and he looked between both to see what their reaction may have been to the other.

"Do you recognize her?" The youngest knew for a fact that Fili would not have, but he could not resist holding out on her true identity. Hopefully Fili would believe him when he did tell; he hadn't a drop of ale, after all.

[Assistant]
Fili looked between his brother and the female elf before him, and his facials weren't at all negative. He was instead...grateful? "I know her, Kili", he said his youngest brother, showing no ill will at all in his gaze. "I've seen her many times in the forest, and I didn't want your imagination to fade. So we kept it a secret", the blonde looked at 'Delva' fondly. "I didn't want you to see her yet, until the time was right", he explained before looking back Kili, giving him an approving smile. "She was reserved as a surprise for you".

Saeril watched as her eldest godson explained to the youngest what was going on. She smiled with a slight blush appearing as she looked at the ground, then back to Kili again. The next thing she did was unexpected, she held her arms out towards him, offering the youngest her affection.

[User]
"You knew?" The tables were now turned, and Kili was not quite sure how to take it. The amusement from his features faded completely; he did not have the upper hand in this, Fili had known all along! They did not keep secrets from one another -- not for this long. The younger of the two felt quite foolish for having missed their guardian for so many years. Had he really been so unobservant?

"You should have told me." Again, he felt cheated, and it showed in his tone. Kili may have known her for many years before this, had Fili told him. The prince felt a bit conflicted, though he was thankful to have her now. Meeting her was indeed a surprise, one that he was yet to overcome.

Saeril surprised Kili once more by extending her arms out to him. At that, Kili moved towards her, and then he gave their godmother a hug, one that was long overdue.

[Assistant]
Fili did feel a little guilty when he heard his brother accuse him for being secretive, but he did this for, not just him, but for both of them as well. He knew of Saeril's encounters with them, and truth be told, the eldest was the first one to actually see her, in person. But his devotion was for his little brother, and he only did it to surprise him. Kind of like how he used to surprise his brother on his birthday. All he could do was smile at the sight.

Saeril watched the young dwarf approach her before she felt him wrap his arms around her waist. Since he was only four feet tall, he could only reach so much. To allow him a better angle, the she-elf bent down to his height, so they could do it properly. Feeling his warmth, Saeril gave an relieving exhale, gently resting her hand on the back of his head.

[User]
Kili was indeed thankful that she had once again moved down to his level. Their difference in height really was incredible; aside from Gandalf, Kili had never faced someone so tall. This would take some getting used to. The hug was warm and sincere, and he felt better for it. For so long he'd admired her, and he could not have asked for a nicer gift. Perhaps Fili had been right to keep her a secret after all.

"Have you come to travel with us to Erebor?" The words were a touch muffled, and so moved his face a bit so that he may look to her. Kili had only just met their godmother, he did not wish to part from her so soon. "Is that why you've come with Gandalf?"

[Assistant]
Saeril just wanted to hold him forever, encase him in the warmth of her wings, and not let the danger touch him. But if she really wanted to do this: redeem her wrongdoings, then she was on the right track with them both. After what felt like hours within their embrace, she finally heard the youngest's muffled voice. She opened her eyes after he asked, and she gave a sigh of relief before pulling away, still remaining at his level.

"Indeed", the winged female answered. At least Saeril was warming up to him a little bit, and for that, he didn't push her away. Good start so far, she thought to herself. "If the mountain is what your kin wants, I will gladly help you get there", she promised before placing her hands on the sides of his face. "All the way", she whispered fondly before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

[User]
"It is what we want. More than anything." Kili did not think his answer over; he could think of nothing else more important to his kin. Even when he'd been no more than a child, Kili could recall Thorin speaking of Erebor. Smaug had taken everything from them, and it was time to take their land -- and treasure -- back.

For Saeril to come along meant the world to the youngest; he longed to know his godmother better. The journey would be a long one, and he'd have plenty of time to speak with her. This was his hope, anyway. What if Thorin did not accept her? His hatred of elves was of no secret.

Despite his inner worry, he smiled fondly as she placed her hands to either side of his face. Saeril was so kind and gentle, what had he done to deserve a godmother such as this? The kiss on the forehead earned a light blush from Kili, for he felt unworthy.

[Assistant]
Saeril scanned his facials for a moment, before she returned the small back to him. She couldn't think of anything else besides him now. However, her thoughts were interrupted when there was a pounding sound at the door, which did make her freeze on the spot, until she took a second to compose herself.

"It would seem that he's here", she stated as a matter of fact, almost dreading the fact that the company's leader has arrived. She knew he wouldn't be fond of elves now, but the time he saw was over sixty years ago. Saeril was standing back up to her full height now, glaring looking down at the young dwarf. "Shall we join the others?", she asked. They didn't realize that Fili left them be...

[User]
"That must be Thorin!" Kili was relieved at this; he had no reason to worry for his well being (Thorin could handle himself) but it still brought him comfort to know he'd arrived. "Yes, we should," he agreed with her hastily, and he lead her towards the hall just as Bilbo stomped by to get the door for the fifth time that evening. The hobbit was mumbling complaints underneath his breath, and he looked quite frazzled. Kili was a bit amused by the sight; hobbits were strange creatures.

"Now where did Fili run off to?" Kiki hoped he hadn't offended his brother; he did not meant to appear ungrateful. Saeril really was such a wonderful surprise. "I think the others are in the dining area," he explained, though he had to look up to her. "...Perhaps I should see if our host needs any help."

Bilbo got the door easily enough, and there stood yet another dwarf. Unlike the rest, he appeared very calm, stoic, and a touch skeptical. Thorin stepped inside, and he looked the home over, silently judging the interior. To Bilbo, he raised an eyebrow, then awaited him to speak. The hobbit seemed tongue tied, and so Thorin removed his own coat with a sigh. "Where is Gandalf?"

[Assistant]
As soon as Kili began to lead her to the hall, Saeril paled, almost expressing that feeling of extreme anxiety. She was just about there. "I can't", Saeril exhaled in defeat before abruptly letting go of Kili's hand and scattered, retreating herself back into the shadows of the living room; her outfit perfectly camouflaged in the darkness, except for her luminous eyes. She wasn't to be feared by -- not anymore; but this one dwarf wasn't one she wanted to come across -- not after what she did to his father. Except he didn't know that, but his disgust for elves was apparent.

Fili was by the door, waiting for his brother to join them, as he took hold of his uncle's fur coat. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company -- Thorin Oakenshield", the voice of the wizard announced.

[User]
Thorin nodded in acknowledgement to his eldest nephew; he was glad to see that his kin had arrived safely. The king gave his shoulder a brief squeeze as he passed him by, and then his blue eyes settled to Gandalf. As of now, Bilbo was overlooked completely.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find." Thorin spoke calmly, unaware that their 'burglar' stood a mere three feet away. "I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door."

Bilbo was aghast, and he looked between them in hopes for an explanation. "Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!"

While this went on, Kili retreated into the same room as his godmother. Her reaction was not at all what he'd thought it would be; she seemed greatly troubled now that Thorin had arrived. "What is it? What's wrong?" The youngest questioned her outright, as he did not see why she would fear him so.


[System]
Pic
Age

Turned recently, within the last 50 years, at the age of 22

Tail

Personality

Ariyah is a very strong willed woman who tends to voice her opinion when she thinks is necessary, but she knows when to choose her battles. She does come across as timid at first, seeing as how she likes to observes before speaking to strangers but once she is befriended, it's easy to get along with her.

Bio

Ariyah never really expected to become anything in life. In her mind, she believed that she would grow up and settle down as an adult, somewhere far away. She lived with only her mother in a small, two bedroom apartment near the school she went to up until she went off to college. Her mother, being a lawyer, was able to care for the two of them and still have sufficient money for them but Ariyah chose to go off on her own and build something.

It was when she began on her Masters in college, that one unfortunate night she came face to face with the cold waters of the deep. A drunk driver had caused Ariyah to drive off a cliff edge while she was driving back home, and the moment she hit the waters, Ariyah had gone unconscious. She remembers very little of her previous life, only that she was nearly killed by another driver. Her silvery, blue eyes turned into a purple color that sometimes seems dull to others.

[User]
Arys followed the pack of monsters at a distance. She knew this was a highly stupid thing to do, but what if they came across one of her sisters? What if they damaged the reef or harmed an animal?
Her fears were confirmed when one of them jabbed his spear through the shell of a sea turtle and tossed it out of his way. Arys had to hold herself back until they were out of sight before rushing to the poor creature's aid. It was a female, on her way to the beach to lay her eggs.
Arys began to sing as she focused her energy into her hands, her eyes glowing. The turtle recognized her from when it had been born on the very beach it was returning to so it held still knowing she would help. She couldn't heal the hole in the shell, but she could heal the wound made by the spear in the turtle's flesh.

Kayn turned sharply. That sound. It was singing.
He smirked, his hands going to his blades. Got you," he murmured before heading straight for the voice.

Arys was unaware of the danger approaching, focusing all of her attention on the turtle. Once it was healed she kissed it's head. "Go to the beach with the others. I will be there shortly," she told the turtle and gently pushed it in the direction of the island. Her expression was troubled as she watched it. She had healed the wound but the shell was still damaged. Once the turtle was out in the open ocean again, she might not survive.
Curse the monsters and the damage they caused! They didn't even care!

A flash caught her eye and she screamed when she saw one of the monsters headed straight for her, his swords gleaming. He smiled evilly, her screams of terror and look of fear like an aphrodisiac to him. A mermaid never lived or traveled alone. That meant there were more around here, this territory was theirs. He would bring their fins and heads to his Lord Commander and claim this territory. He wondered what mermaid blood would look like on his swords, his hands and chest. He would bathe in it to sate the bloodlust that consumed him. He roared as he approached.

Arys darted away. The monsters were strong but she was fast. She could hear him swearing behind her as she put distance between them. She wished she had the skill of calling the dolphins like her sister did. Their added speed would help greatly.
He was soon out of sight behind her but her fear made her continue to swim as fast as she could. She passed another merman, this one smaller and not as savage looking but that didn't stop her from screaming in terror at the sight of him and darting away like lightning. They were everywhere! What were they going to do?!

Finally she nearly cried in relief as she spotted one of her sisters on the back of a dolphin. "Ariyah!" Arys screamed in both fear and relief at finally seeing a friendly face. She darted right up and hugged her sister tightly, breathless and sobbing. "Monsters!" she gasped. "Monsters!"

@BlackPanther

[Assistant]
@Belle
Link watches as a turtle is wounded. He was tempted to try to do something, but without any magic abilities what could he do.he stays where he is as the mermaid heals the turtle. Link feels enchanted by that voice, it was beautiful.

Then, he heard the new man. His head snaps up as he opens his mouth to shout out warning, but it was too late. The mermaid saw them in time to swim off faster then any other being he has witnessed. He tries to conceal himself more as she heads his way, but fails as is evident by the scream of terror and the swimming.

For some reason his first instinct had him following her. He wasn't nearly as fast, but he is faster then his kin. His long tail going left to right instead of front to back allowing for a more fish like motion and giving him that slight increase in speed.

He doesn't see her, but he hears her calling to someone. He pushes himself a bit to get into aight range of not one but two mermaids...and a dolphin. He stops and puts his hands up, showing he isn't harmed nor does he intend to harm. He really hopes they don't scream...that sound was loud and rather painful.

[User]
Feeling the speed of the water rushing through her dark hair felt amazing. Although Ariyah had always second guessed the Mermaids who turned her and silently cursed the life sometimes, she had to admit that being a mermaid had its perks. Her grin practically stretched from ear to ear as she looked on with delight, hoping to reach her destination soon. That was until she heard the piercing screams of someone she knew too well.

The dolphin, out of fear, suddenly stopped in its tracks which caused the mermaid to fly off of its back and flip over in the water.

"Arys?"

Ariyah swam to have herself be upright but was once taken by surprise when the other mermaid tackled her in a hug. She quickly lifted her arms to hug Arys back and comfort her.

"Monsters," Ariyah knew more than well what this meant.

Releasing Arys from the hug and moving to a more protective stance in front of her, Ariyah scanned the area around them. Nothing. "They can't get us. I have this," the young mermaid took showed Arys the necklace that Aquarius had given her for protection. "Well, if they belong to the Shellborn kingdom, they can not hurt us. Their captain promised. I'll, uh, explain alter." Ariyah attempted to reassure Arys with her words, but it only lasted so long until the presence of another was felt. Ariyah turned quickly to face a merman with a black tail.

Having her confrontation with the mersoldiers had taught her enough to defend herself, using her tail as her main weapon. "Who are you?! Arys is this the 'monster'?" Her voice held no fear, but deep down she knew that if push came to shove, the mermaids would be screwed. In a way to show the merman that she couldn't be harmed, Ariyah lifted the necklace and put it around her neck.

At least she hoped that the new threats knew what the necklace meant.

@Belle

[Assistant]
Aquarius
Shellborn Kingdom - City Outskirts --> Back to the Kingdom

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The captain had watched the young mermaid offer her kind words before she went scurrying off into the blue. Sergeant Flotsam stared at his commander questionably before curiosity soon filled him to bursting.

"Sir, forgive me for I do not mean any disrespect, but I must know why you released the mermaid," he asked.

"We are guardians of our kingdom. What do we have to fear from a mere mermaid?"

"But she was a sea witch!"

"She meant us no harm, and it was I who asked for her capture. It's only right that I be the one to let her go. I gave her my necklace and if she finds our enemies, then we will know."

The sergeant was impressed. "You're using her as a decoy and she doesn't even know it."

"Precisely."

"Ingenious."

"Come; we return."

The two mermen started swimming back to the city while Aquarius reflected on his encounter. That had been the first time Aquarius had actually spoken to a mermaid, and he had had her captured so that he could meet one instead of the creature running away in fear as they had done in his past. Ariyah had been beautiful to him, and it frightened him a little for she was nearly human. The Shellborn had been purging the sea of human men, but rarely did they have encounters with women for women rarely frequented the sea. Most human women had already been converted to mermaids and the mermaids tended to stick to their own rather than wage wars with the mermen. Aquarius had given her his necklace as a memento for he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but when he did, he hoped to be able to recognize her by his necklace if she chose to wear it.

[User]
Arys' hands gripped Ariyah's shoulders tightly as they faced the newcomer. "H-he doesn't look like... the other was larger and his eyes... oh gods Ariyah his eyes! They were red and savage!" she cried, shaking uncontrollably. "They harmed a young female dolphin and one of the pregnant turtles that was on her way to lay her eggs. They hurt them and didn't care. All mermen are monsters, just as Mailyn said!" Arys claimed. "If they discover the beach where the other turtles are laying their eggs none of them will survive."

She stared at the necklace around her sister's neck. "Where did you get that?" she asked fearfully as she knew the answer already. "You can't trust any of them Ariyah! They are all ruthless monsters! They will use you to get to the rest of us! They will torture and kill us all!"

She turned on the male before them. "Go away! Go away before you lead the rest of your blood thirsty band to us! Is the whole ocean not enough for you?! Your kind have hunted us to near extincetion! We have never done anything to you! Leave us be!"

[Assistant]
@wolverbells
Link blinks at the necklace, for he knew exactly which clan that came from. shellborn....how did she he locks eyes with them. "I am link." his voice does not sound savage or brutish, but something about it almost warns to be careful. That this one has kind tendencies yes, but is also capable of ripping things to shreds if upset.

His eyes go to Arys. "I am not with that band...in fact if I was caught they would kill me for being a loner" he sounds calm, his hands staying where they are. "I am not my kin." true statements of both, being a loner is generally frowned upon by mermen and he is different. He had no idea why either. He found himself curious about these mermaids. Wondering what they were like, if some of the stories were really true or just embellishments by his kin to spawn hatred.

[User]
Angel Haruki

Aquawlad looked at her curiously, wondering what could possibly stop anyone from simply swimming where ever they pleased if they could swim. She knew humans weren't the strongest of swimmers but none the less it was difficult for her to quite grasp the issue.

A small wave crashed down just behind her, pushing her forward half a foot, before dragging her back out another two. She could've easily stayed were she was, it on her terms that she let the ocean pull her back.

"If you want," she said, "you could come help her yourself."

The mermaid gave a small smile before ducking under the water. She peered around under the surface, she could here the click of a dolphin in the distance, though it didn't sound in danger. She surfaced once again, pushing her dark hair back behind her ear.

"I mean, i could turn you into a mermaid. If you want." A loving smile played across her face as she spoke.

[Assistant]
Cecily

Cecily blinked in confusion at the mermaid's cryptic response and she couldn't help but ask "Huh?" She stood up and walked over to the water, well, she hurried over when the mermaid submerged beneath the waves. She called as she hurried into the water, stopping at ankle length, "W-Wait! What do you mean by that?!" Whether it was by coincidence or if the mermaid heard her, she rose up and answered. Cecily was surprised at the answer, and she couldn't help but think, leaving Cecily somewhat oblivious to the loving smile that crept onto the mermaid's face.

Become a mermaid...? She could do that? Cecily was curious about what life underwater was like, but...would this change be temporary or permanent? If it was permanent, could she really leave her family behind (even if they never really needed her when they had her perfect sister)?
She asked the mermaid, making complete eye contact with her, curiosity and some wariness apparent in her voice, "Really...? Wh-What would be the catch?"

[User]
Ariyah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her usual dull eyes now stared at Arys, wide with fear, as she heard the atrocities that the said mermen committed.

Although the young mermaid did feel fear towards what Arys had just told her, the claims that followed made Ariyah feel something else. A bit of protectiveness, maybe? She was oddly defensive about the necklace that she wore, quickly reaching up and covering it with her hand as she saw Arys' fearful look. "I... I don't believe they are all as horrible as they have been made out to be." Her voice was quiet as she looked down to look at the necklace. She'd have to explain what had happened to her fellow sister later on. She wouldn't understand right now due to the fact that she had just been startled by a group of real monsters.

Ariyah then turned her attention to the merman at hand. He had just spoken his name, Link, and also explained that he was not of the Shellborn kingdom. "You'd be killed?" She now spoke up, curiosity in every word that she spoke. The girls head tilted slightly as she looked at the merman. It was true that he did not look like the other Mermen that she had came in contact with. "I should want you then. I've been promised protection by them." Although this wasn't a lie, it wasn't entirely the truth. Ariyah knew how to talk her way in to things and out of things. "What are you doing on your own?" Ariyah knew she was probably getting in even more trouble by continuing her questioning. In all honesty, Ariyah had now been intrigued into finding out more about the mermen life. She had always been curious about the humans and her past life, but this was different. She felt a need to find out why these mermen were such a taboo to the mermaid life.


[System]
Pokemon: Darkrai

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Hometown: Fallarbor Town

Level: 39

Ability: Bad Dreams

Moves: Ominous Wind, Disable, Feint Attack, Quick Attack, Calm Mind

Legendary powers: Vuduin can become insubstantial allowing him to pass through solid objects and can levitate at about walking speed in any given direction. He can also see people's dreams and feed off of them to give him power, nightmares give him more. In addition he can cause people to feel drowsy, and if weak-minded cause sleep.

Held item: Black Glasses

Personality: Vuduin is rather reserved, not prone to outbursts of emotions or random actions, he likes to take his time and think things through. Likewise he is friendly enough but isn't keen on making long lasting friendships. He won't actively avoid people most of the time and enjoys talking with them and other basic activites but is reluctant to form anything beyond surface level. Vuduin gets irritated by rashness and displays of ingratitude thinking such people to be fools for the most part.

Backstory: Vuduin grew up with his father as his only parent. A somewhat unusual circumstance but it never bothered Vuduin. His childhood was distinctly un-traumatic, filled with ups and downs as they often are. Vuduin took an interest in something others might consider boring, that is to say gardening. He ended up working at a small flower shop and managing his own garden in his off time. Once he found a gastly hiding inside of his watering can on a windy day. Though he knew little about training he befriended the creature through sweets and kindness and slowly began learning how to train it. A simple life and it seemed that's all it was destined to be until Vuduin was suddenly stuck down with a literally blinding headache. After several hours of laying in bed Vuduin noticed the pain was finally gone and looked around blurry-eyed. He felt different, but he wasn't sure how. Doing the first thing that came to mind he went out to check on his plants. Of course he staggered through a wall on the way over and found that he was actually about three inches above the ground. After a bit of studying he found that he'd become an avatar.

For several days he was unsure what he was an avatar of but when the town was almost in an uproar over the nightmares somehow plaguing all of them Vuduin figured it out. He explained to his dad that he was going on a trip and left, taking a few possessions, including a potted plant, and his gastly. Vuduin found out that if he stayed anywhere for much longer than a week people began having nightmares. And while Vuduin did feel strong and powerful from them he didn't want to cause pain and suffering so it became his routine to move from town to town, staying for several days before moving on. Vuduin has slowly began learning how to stop the nightmares from occurring, partly with the help of his gastly, and hopes to eventually be able to control them completely someday. Until then he continues wandering around, helping out where he can with gardening, odd jobs, or sometimes even helping deal with thugs and miscreants, as his powers let him do so easily. To his surprise he ended up starting rumors of a black robed man who traveled from city to city fighting crime. Of course the hero depicted in the rumors was twice the height of a normal man, used shadowy blades, fought crime syndicates or mafias, and could teleport. Ridiculous.

Drawing Rewards
X Speed
You get a pair of running shoes. These amazing shoes make you run twice as fast! Because that's a thing that could actually happen with realistic physics.

Money: 5200 LD

Nickname: Shade

Species: Ghastly

Gender: Male

Level: 25

Ability: Levitate

Moves: Hypnosis, Lick, Mean Look, Torment

Held item:Red Scarf

[User]
Vuduin nodded carefully, following along with Drystan's explanation. Apparently the businessman appearance was not just for show, if he had the ability to bring a small band around with him and find as many false leads as he indicated. Doubtless he was somehow able to make use of his power for momentary gain in some way, though Vuduin wasn't terribly interested in the how. Interesting that he hadn't fixed the cigarette. A matter of preference or power? No matter.

"Very well, I only have two more questions for now. What do you think I can do to help you that your 'eyes' can't and what do you intend to do with the orb? It seems evident that you intend to prevent this rampage, but without any real knowledge of what this orb does, I'm at a loss as to how you intend to do it." Perhaps it was something precious to Giratina and Drystan intended to hold it as a hostage of sorts. There was any number of things that could happen with an artifact that had unknown powers and Vuduin would prefer to know just what he was signing up for so to speak. Vuduin was also genuinely interested in why Drystan wanted his help. Perhaps he thought Vuduin had influence similar to his own, or powers that would be helpful in finding the orb. Of course neither were the case, but Vuduin would likely be willing to lend what aid he could all the same.

[Assistant]
A prickly question, that one.

Nevertheless, he'd come this far already.

"Well, Vuduin, at this stage I have no idea what you can do that the others cannot, however i'm having a very bad day, and merely the knowledge that another person - and an Avatar at that - is searching for me would improve my mood immensely." Drystan glanced around the room disdainfully. "After all, I'm more or less trapped in this stuffy hole until the tournament is complete."

He thought deeply before speaking again. "I guess curiosity as to the Orb's actual use is warranted here. Not many people actually know, and it's not the kind of information that you want idly floating around in common conversation." Rapping his fingers on his knees in a repeated pattern, he attempted to phrase the explanation in a way that would be easily understood. "It's… complicated, to say the least, but i'll try my best."

"Let me apologise up front," he said, succinctly. "This may come across as a history lesson, but the earlier we start, the easier things will be to grasp." Reclining in the chair, Drystan shifted to get comfortable, opening the top few buttons on his shirt and loosening the tie around his neck in an attempt to deal with the heat. "And besides, I love a good story."

Rubbing his hands together, his eyes were filled with something resembling glee as he began to speak. "Most people mistakenly link Dialga, Palkia and Giratina together in a trio, but that isn't strictly true. While the three are closely related, Dialga and Palkia are a matching couple, whereas Giratina plays a different role. He is, in many ways, the opposite to Arceus. Where one is Light, the other is Dark. Where one creates, the other destroys."

"Giratina's power comes from the other world. The Distortion. The Void. The Space Between," Drystan said, smiling, "and I could go on. It has adapted many names dating from the very dawn of language itself. Commonly, the Distortion is a symbol of nothingness. That, my friend, is a lie," he stated with a shake of his head. "In fact, it is a plane wrapped in darkness, containing the energies of death, madness and evil. The true kind, not like a single act engineered in anger, but the raw kind that causes wild Pokemon to flee in terror and the land to wither."

Nearby, an attendant placed down a box of alcoholic beverages, some kind of beer, surrounded in ice. Despite not being the kind of man to get emotional over things, Drystan nearly shed tears of sweet joy at the sight. "Hold that thought," he said to Vuduin, holding up a finger before striding over and grabbing a couple of bitter-cold glass bottles. Returning to his chair, he remained standing for a moment, holding both out in front of him. It took her a moment, but Deladriss noticed the patient look on her master's face, and she opened both bottles with her claws in the blink of an eye.

"Drinking before a match probably isn't the wisest idea, but neither is dying from heatstroke before it even begins." Placing one bottle beside Vuduin and re-taking his seat, Drystan took a slug of beer. The look on his face was something only a shade from pure bliss. "Now that was most definitely worth the detour. Anyway, Arceus was the one who originally created the Griseous Orb when Giratina was first imprisoned. It was to act as insurance should he ever escape, and was entrusted to Dialga and Palkia, who used their powers to seal it away."

Taking another greedy gulp, he forced himself to slow down, before the effects ended up hitting him right before the match. "One of the first things Dialga asked me to do upon our merging was to locate the Orb, knowing full well that Giratina might walk the earth once more. Naturally, it was gone," he said with a sigh. "Neither Legend thought to check on it, given that it had been sealed away using Palkia's ability to warp the very fabric of space. Whether it was a group of tenacious humans assuming they'd found an expensive gem, or some kind of curious burrowing Pokemon is a question we are yet to answer."

"The Orb itself is a connection between Giratina and the Distortion. More specifically, it is a power limiter, designer to stop the sheer and unfiltered power of the Distortion from flowing directly into his head. Consider just how many years of entropy the thing has had to cope with already, and now with Giratina using his power again, it will increase the rate of decay several-thousandfold. As it weakens, so does its effect, giving Giratina more power to use. A vicious cycle, one that will break."

Placing the bottle against his head, Drystan relished the freezing droplets of water which began to run down his face. "If that Orb is allowed to shatter, what happened last night will be just the start. A colossal monster will roam the land, nigh-unkillable, spreading decay and blight wherever he goes. A blight that would make the power plague look like a joke," he said, visibly paling several shades as though contemplating the outcome. "Giratina will get the blame, even though the matter will be entirely out of his control. That cannot happen. I will not let it." Drystan's face had shifted, taking on a mask of dark and steely determination.

"I must find the Orb. With my power, I can tick back the clock, just as I did with your glasses. If I make it as new as the day Arceus crafted it, I can stave off the apocalypse for another few million years. That is the stakes I am dealing with right now, and why I am willing to throw as much money and people at this problem as possible." His eyes snapped wide at that. "Oh, of course. I do not expect you to search out of the goodness of your heart, either. I can afford to pay you for your time, and I am a very generous employer, Vudin."

"Of that you can be assured."

[User]
Vuduin followed the explanation with mild interest, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He hid a slight distaste when Drystan began taking droughts from the beer. Vuduin found beer to be rather crude and not good for much, other than the fact that Shade seemed to like the stuff. Which spoke for itself in his opinion. Seeing Drystan press the cold glass to his face he realized that it was getting rather hot for some reason, his own clothes not helping the matter overly. Not that it was overly bothersome as he was used to ignoring adverse temperatures. Vuduin glanced at the bottle he'd been offered and shrugged. Shade took the gesture for what it was and floated down, wrapping his tongue around cap the and twisting it off, then carefully began lapping it up somewhat noisely. Vuduin on the other hand, was thinking about how Drystan's story was somewhat odd.

Though Palkia and Dailga may not be a trio with Girtina, he'd always thought they combated and neutralized each other. That and the orb had been described as a neutralizer and limiter, if so why had it been hidden? Drystan explained as insurance, perhaps that was the case if the orb's power functioned in an area, but it still seemed an ill-conceived idea. For some reason it just seemed off. Still, Vuduin doubted that this man getting the orb would produce an overly negative effect, combined with the admittedly somewhat alluring promise of generous payment. Vuduin nodded slightly, "Very well then, I will help you." Vuduin pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen from somewhere in his robes and scribbled down his phone number and offered it, "In the event we are not nearby and you have a request of me." He explained. "Though like you, I shall remain here until the tournament is concluded, is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

[Assistant]
The twinkle in his eyes could be seen from space. "I..."

He took the piece of paper from Vuduin. "I can't possibly thank you enough," he said, unable to contain the relief and joy washing over him. "Our little band of misfit Avatars will prevent destruction, and perhaps people will look a little kinder on us as a result." Hammering the number into his phone, he sent a blank text message to it. "My number in return. I look after those in my employ, Vuduin. Should you need to talk to me, have any leads, or want to discuss payment, don't hesitate to call."

"Outside of that, I don't have anything else that I can think of for the moment," he said with a beaming smile, "unless you would like a down payment for your services?" Drystan's heart hammered in his chest as he began to take out a roll of notes from a pocket just inside his jacket. He flicked them in a flipbook style allowing Dialga to count the notes for him. A little over $1,500,  he thought. Dissapointing, but then, if it isn't enough, I can always make more. Taking the few odd notes from the total, he held the money out to Vuduin.

"Is $1,500 suitable?"

[User] Vuduin nodded, whatever this man wanted it was obvious he was thankful for the help and that alone was enough to convince Vuduin to proceed. Of course the payment of enough money to keep Vuduin going for at least a year didn't hurt. Vuduin was glad he wasn't drinking the offered beer because he was pretty sure he would've done a rather embarrassing spit take. As it was he managed to get away with coughing forcefully. "Of course, it is very generous of you to offer so much before I've even done anything." Vuduin said thankfully and carefully grabbed the offered notes, tucking them away. "If I find something or am in need of something, you can be assured you will be informed quickly." Vuduin said as genuinely as possible. "With that, I believe our business for now is concluded, good luck with your next match, I'll be watching it for sure."


[System]
Age: 20/21
Appearance:

Grisha order they belong to: well, she is a summoner
What type of grisha they are: undecided
Kefta(must follow the kefta rules of the orders): unknown
Bio(optional): may reveal later

[User] She smoothed down her rainbow colored hair and sighed. She bit her lips and picked at her nails. She was the daughter of a noble. She glanced up at Everyone.

[Assistant] Jared pulled on the leather gloves he wore making sure his hands were fully covered and scooter even closer to the carriage wall trying to avoid all human and skin to skin contact

[User] Alice sighed. She looked up at the sky. She frowned a bit. She was unsure what to think about the current path of her life.

[Assistant] Aleksandra chews her lip, a bit uncomfortable. She was used to her small town, where everyone knew everyone, and therefore always had something to talk about. She glances out of the windows, recalling the maps of the tattered books she'd used to study.

[User] The coach passes Alice and stops. A Grisha gets out" you girl have you've been tested for being a Grisha yet? "

[Assistant]
Alice blinked. She looked confused.
"What test?"
She frowned.

[User] The grisha takes Alice's hand and a surge of energy goes through her " do something summon water or wind darkness even we will give you a flint if you want to try fire"

[Assistant] She looks that Alice and blinks. She silently curses herself as she did. She pulled her hair up in a bun and hid it.

[User] Aleksandra frowns at the girl being tested. Her hands fidget in her lap. Was she free to go?

[Assistant]
Alice became nervous. She started to take a step back.
"What...what do you mean?"
A tendril of shadow was forming behind her.

[User]
The grisha noticed it and nodded" you are a darkling get in the coach you are coming to the little palace with us.

Jared heard that and signed ' please not another person it's already crowded enough' he thought

[Assistant] She looked at the man. "I....i think im in the wrong coach..." she said her cheeks red. She then went to get out.

[User] The man shakes his head" no you aren't you're fine royal you knew you would be coming to the little palace"

[Assistant] Aleksandra offers the new girl a small smile. When she looks around, her smile falters, realizing the other girls at least, must be at least one year older than her.

[User] Feeling as though she had no other choice, Alice was soon inside the coach. She frowned and closed her eyes. She barely noticed the smile she received.

[Assistant]
The coach was soon moving again

Jared was sweating and looked nauseous

[User] She looked at him. "I was supposed to meet some one and give them a letter from my father...." she said and then sighed.

[Assistant]
They soon arrive at the little palace and the door opens

Jared is the first out and begins throwing up to the side of the coach one of the guards who was alerted of his specific condition comes up and talks soothingly to him but doesn't touch him or get too close

[User] She looks around and then looks at Jared. She looked at one of the guards. "I think some candied Ginger will help next time....Can you please give this to him?" she asked.

[Assistant] Aleksandra frowns at the vomiting boy. She moves to put a hand on him, then thinks better of it. She gapes slightly when she looks up at the little palace. It was better than the stories.

[User]
Jared finishes throwing up and straightens his face flooded with color for being so weak in front of the other Grisha.

The Grisha alerted to his condition shakes their head. " he's not sick it's something different he will be ok soon"

A Grisha wearing a blue Kefta with silver embroidery walks up. She has blond hair and bright blue eyes. " My name's Zoya and I'm the leader of this army I will take you on a tour but then that's it " she says and motions with her arm for them to follow her.

Jared begins to follow making sure his gloves were secure

[Assistant] She looks at her. "Oi....Here, from my father." she said to her as she gave her the letter.

[User]
Zoya reads the letter and throws it away " very good but your not going to receive special treatment because your a royal " she says we they walk" now each of you get your own rooms they are just like in the royal palace so that means they're nice you will have combat practice first then one on one lessons with bahgdra then lessons with the me on using your powers the first two will be group Bahgdra will be one on one understand? "

Jared nods" yes ma'am "

[Assistant] Aleksandra nods and follows the woman called Zoya, a little intimidated. "Yes, ma'am."

[User] She looks at her. "I was never supposed to stay...." she said to her as she blinked. She was in shock and just stood there. She sighed. "Should have known." She sighed and then Followed

[Assistant]
After the tour Zoya gives them each a custom tailored Kefta made specifically for them then walks away telling them they had today as a free day.

Jared takes the red with black embroidered kefta that shows he's a heartrender then puts it on. " good it covers all of my skin except my neck but I'm used to that . " he mutters to himself

[User] She takes hers and then sighs. She drops it on her bed and plops down onto it. She then sighed. "Father you are an asshole." she said as she laid there staring at the ceiling.

[Assistant] Jared walks around the little palace exploring

[User] Aleksandra tried on her blue Kefta with silver embroidery and looks at herself in the mirror, something else she'd have to get used to. She blinks in shock when she sees it fits... well. "What kind of magic is this?" She murmurs to herself. She changes out into her own clothes, and walks around the halls, practicing her skills in any way she could find. She eventually finds herself in the library, juggling books with aerial science.

[Assistant] Jared walks around and comes across a old shack

[User] Aleksandra sets the books down, a bit embarrassed when she gets scolded by librarians. She leaves the library and walks around outside, causing a light breeze to ruffle the leaves. She catches the boy from her carriage in her peripheral vision and pauses in curiosity.

[Assistant] Jared sees a old woman sitting in a rocking chair " umm hello" he says to her. The old woman looks at him" a new soldier ehhh? " she says crankily"well I know you have the day off so what are you doing here? " Jared smiled nervously " just checking it out"

[User] Aleksandra chews her lip and decides to throw caution to the wind, and follow the strange boy. To.. a little hut. And a not very nice older woman.

[Assistant] Jared notices Aleksandria walk up and moved to where he can't touch her the old woman looks at Aleksandria" another new recruit "

[User] Aleksandra bows her head respectfully. "Yes, ma'am." She glances at the boy when he moves away from her. She frowns faintly, then softly asks him, "Are you feeling better?"

[Assistant] Jared nods" umm yeah I am thank you for asking " he says " I have Haphephobia fear of being touched especially if it's skin to skin contact so that small carriage was triggering it. "

[User] Aleksandra nods with a faint smile. "Well I'm glad your feeling better." She turns away, murmuring to herself, "Haphephobia. A bit odd for someone who can control whatever's beneath the skin. Well who am I to judge." She has acrophobia herself, or an irrational fear of heights, but she wasn't going to admit that to a stranger.

[Assistant] Jared nods" thank you" the old lady snorts" kid why would you admit that ? " Jared frowns" because it gives me a better chance of not being touched . " the lady snorts"you're going to have fun with the hand to hand combat classes" Jared pales

[User] Aleksandra smiles widely. "Hand to hand combat? When?" She blanches when she realizes she's lost her manners, and drops into a low curtsy. "Please forgive me, madam. Could you please inform me of when the hand to hand combat classes are being held?" Just like that, her demeanor changed from an energetic, average teen, to a young woman trained to take orders.

[Assistant]
The old woman chuckles " don't be a suck up girl save that for the royals " she says then smiles again" they will be held tomorrow as your first part of training before your one on one lessons with me " she says

Jareds eyes widen in recognition " ohh you must be Bahgdra"

[User] Faint color dusts Aleksandra's cheeks and she ducks her head a bit. "My apologies," she murmurs. "Thank you for the information. Excuse me," she turns to leave, more embarrassed then she'd ever let on.

[Assistant] Jared raises an eyebrow at the old lady " you are pretty rude" Bahgdra smiles" ohh poor child you have no idea" Jared laughs nervously then walks away

[User] Aleksandra chews her lip to blood. She hides her face, knowing she looks like she's about to cry. "Stupid and weak," she quietly chastises herself. Then she sighs, and straightens her dress a bit. It's simple green fabric is worn, but still neatly pressed and freakishly clean.

[Assistant] Jared walks down the path and into the little palace " all right now to find my room" he said and walked around the other Grisha wrinkled their noses at him because of his clothing underneath his kefta which was simple peasant clothes

[User] Aleksandra ignores stares at her handmaiden's dress, keeping her chin raised and her back straight. 'If you don't act like you deserve respect, you'll never get it,' her predecessor had left with only that bit of advice for Aleksandra to survive on.

[Assistant] Jared finds his room and sighs in relief then looks around and sees the huge bathroom " well this is way nicer than my previous place " he says and starts the bath his eyes widening when he sees a option for hot water.

[User] Aleksandra continues to wander the halls, making a mental map of the twists and turns. "Definitely should sketch this out."

[Assistant] Jared undresses and gently lowers himself into the hot water " this is nice" he sighs and sits there for a while

[User] Soon, Aleksandra's eyes start to cross as she tries to retain all of the information. "Yeah, no, I'm done," she mutters as she goes back to her room. She fans herself, the movement causing a cool breeze to fill the room. She sighs. She goes to the bathroom and lets out a low whistle. "Ooh a tub! This thing is huge!" She blinks at the option for hot water. She looks around, unsure if it was some kind of mistake.

[Assistant] Jared had fell asleep from the warmth of the tub

[User] After touching it and ensuring that it was indeed not a mistake or a trap, Aleksandra draws a warm bath for herself, very certain of herself when she pours a concoction of oils and jars into the water. She swirls the liquids together, and undresses. After a few minutes, she lets out a heavy sigh when the water touches her skin. She hisses a bit when the water reaches scars that haven't quite healed, but is too relaxed to really register it.

[Assistant] Jared wakes up a few hours later the water cold. " damn I fell asleep" he says and gets out wrapping a towel around himself. He then walks out and finds his kefta neatly folded with a white shirt, trousers and silk slippers also for the first time he noticed the kefta was also silk. He then remembered hearing how in the summer Grisha wear silk kefta and in the winter wear a wool kefta with fur trim and leather boots instead of silk shoes.

[User] After about half an hour, Aleksandra gets out with a frown, uncomfortable with the luxury. She wraps a towel around herself instead of springing for a silk robe, and she begins to read from a stack of books on the nightstand. When she looks up a few hours later, having finished a novel, she notices clean, pressed, and folded clothes on her bed. She sighs, reminiscing that that was her job. She was here due to unmerited kindness, and she was not going to throw that away. Her fingers trace the patterns on the silk, and wander the white shirt and trousers. Trousers, that's new.

[Assistant] Jared yawns and gets into the silk pajamas then climbs into bed " well got a get a good night's sleep for training tommorow" he says and closes his eyes

[User] Alice blinked. She frowned. She was unsure what to do. After a while, she got lost. She sighed, worried and concerned.