[System]
Alias:
Goddess of the Summons

Gender:
Female.

Domains/Portfolios:
Magic (Summoning)

Domains/Portfolio Description:
The Domain of Magic, a Domain which holds many secrets and mysteries. A Domain which can both create and destroy, heal or injure. Astarte uses arcane energy to influence the world and her subjects, but her specialization lies in using such energy to call forth various creatures from her own personal plane of existence; creatures which range from dogs to ghouls and to awe inspiring phoenixes.

Alignment:
Indifferent. Astarte doesn't believe in the existence of good and evil, and just does what makes her happy.

Personality:
Astarte doesn't think much about herself, if at all. In her own words, she's just 'there', experiencing things and enjoying what life as a Goddess can offer her. She enjoys using her hands and her avatars can often be seen both building things and creating shoddy art in their spare time. To Astarte, nothing's more important than seeing her creations grow and mature; she also deems it important that they become a positive influence on the world, eventually.

She often wonders how it would feel to be a mortal and go through the life she's provided for her creations. She gets somewhat lonely whenever she thinks of the topic.

Appearance:
- Preferred form

- Form when speaking to mortals

Musical Theme:
Meant to Be

Description:
Astarte, the Goddess of the Ranges, is a very approachable Goddess. She's friendly and helpful to those who mean well to her and her creations. She's also a romantic, often showering her favorite mortals with things to love and cherish for as long as they live.

[User]
The End

'Brother! Cease this foolishness at once! You know not what you do,' Caraghar battled the overwhelming force bearing him down, grimacing in pain as he fought to stay upright, to slowly, but surely, approach his brother, 'you will see us ruined!'
With all his godly strength, Caraghar pushed against the force of his brother's crazed machinations, floating ever upwards towards the source of it all.

'Et tu...you too, Caraghar?' his brother's voice reached him as if from a distance, yet it resonated and echoed in his mind, it was as if he was whispering in his ear, from above, and now he was inside his head once more, 'have you betrayed me like the others? Do you not see what I see? Do you not hope as I hope?' his voice was so alluring, even now Caraghar could feel himself relaxing ever so slightly, even now he could feel his tired mind asking, why not?
'We are so much more, Caraghar. There is so much to be had. We just need to reach out...reach out...', his brother's voice, even as it echoed in his head and far away, had a very distant air to it. As if he was only half present, as if his mind was occupied with things far greater. What could he be seeing, up there...?

He shook his brother's siren voice away and pressed on, he could not fail. It was not just for the other's, it was for himself too. His brother was delving into what no god had a right to delve into, he had to be stopped or else...or else that-

A huge, piercing shriek silenced his very thoughts. It ebbed and flowed from every direction and in every direction. The world, or what remained of it, shone a most radiant white. So white, so very, very white.
'Invi-!' but Caraghar's voice halted even as it left his throat. He could no longer feel the force, there was no longer a burden. It was all so very, very white.

He thought he felt himself floating. He thought...

'Get Thee Down from It'
***

The two dark figures stood in the nothingness - if you could call it standing. It was more 'hanging'. They were not exactly physical beings, more ethereal, wavering as if they could be swept away at any second. Yet they remained, waiting. If one had to describe them, the closest thing would have been a wisp, but there the comparison began, and there too did it end. Their darkness revealed no features, their faces were blurred, as if small storms were riding into each other on their surface, their legs, if they existed, were entangled and floating in and out of each other. And they were terrific in size. Indeed, it was difficult for something appear 'big' while floating in this nothingness, but big they were.

'Rise'

One of them gave the command - or perhaps they said it in unison. Before them, the nothingness began to warp and change form. It began to rise up and engulf itself, devouring itself again and again, becoming smoke-like. But not like any smoke. A very heavy, weighty smoke. Even looking at it caused the great beings a degree of alarm. What creature would need be alarmed to see the very essence of all?

It was not their own power which brought about the smoke, they were the catalyst of something far greater. However, to be a catalyst for powers so great was in itself a tremendous feat. Lower beings would be torn asunder, their fragile essences unable to handle being used for such high purpose.

They were coming now, slowly their essences were seizing upon the gap, they were latching on to the opportunity to be once more. Wherever they were, in the 'Abyss' or the 'Void'; in the 'Hells of Time' or 'The Warp'. They come, they come, they return.

They Rise.

---

Vowzra, God of Time
Might: 4

A strange voice does whisper in the heads, in the minds. It says strange things, great things. It speaks of what is to come and what has been, and what does happen now. It speaks, and as it speaks, all listen.

"Let the worlds be witness, let them cry out in joy and fear, in happiness and misery, for you have arrived in this world, you have now set your entity and being into this world, you have come into existence.
No.
You have always existed. You have always been here. Waiting. You , Vowzra, the Master of Creation, the Lord of Time, have ascended, you have taken your rightful place in this New World, as was your destiny, your Fate."

Gone were the Hells of Time. The essence bristled at the memory of that place. It ate into itself, attempting to shrink and weep eternally. No more. No more would it suffer in that place. It ripped out.

Weightlessness. Floating in the nothingness. Vowzra slowly allowed himself to see. Allowed himself to feel and sense. Allowed his innate power to spread around and know all, allowed for his all-seeing eye to pervade the fabric of this new world.

He Saw.

There was Nothing. A virgin world. Creatures of immense power stood nearby - no, they did not stand, they just...existed there. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how they existed or what they were or why they were, indeed, their was simply a gap in Vowzra's knowledge about them.
Their's was a power greater than Vowzra knew to exist, far greater than a god...

What were these things which hung there, as if they were part of the scenery? Yet around them was an aura of such might and glory. So much that they could not be ignored, that nothing but them could truly be regarded. Despite his inability to see or know anything about these too beings, Vowzra found a name creeping into his mind. The one called Invictus spoke.

"You are become Life, the creator of worlds," it said, the pleasure in its voice so overwhelming that the usually serene and emotionless Vowzra felt a strange euphoric happiness rise up in him. He tried to remove the strange emotion, tried to uproot it and chuck it away, but no matter how he tried, he could not. He could not overwhelm the happiness of this Invictus and bind it to his own serene, disdainful will. So Vowzra bore with it. He slowly floated outwards, still in a smoke-like state, slowly taking form.
First a wooden hand emerged from the smoke of creation, then a wooden head, and a body followed close behind, until an old man, made of wood with leaves for hair and bark for skin floated before Invictus. For a while he looked at it, then at the other creature, knowing with a certainty that it was Fate. That thing which he was so tied to, for Fate and Time were interlinked and related, a future could not exist without Fate, and there could be no Fate without Time. And without Vowzra, this world would not have Time.

It was a strange feeling, not to be able to know more about these beings when he willed himself to know. He did not ask though, a god did not ask, especially one so proud and patient as Vowzra.

He knew, however, that there were more like him. He could sense them, his...siblings. Slowly, Vowzra turned and stared into the smoke of creation, and as he stared into it, he could feel that living, breathing, all-consuming darkness staring into him. His very essence shriveled before might and power which dwarfed him in untold ways. If a god could feel fear, then it was what Vowzra felt in that moment, before he once more gathered all his disdain and lack of emotion within his essence.

His siblings were coming, and together, yes, together, they would defile this virgin world with their energies. The voices of the two mighty beings came from behind him, but they seemed to echo in all directions, they seemed to originate in Vowzra's very being.

'Rise'

[Assistant]
Name:
Arguis

Might
4

Alias:
King of Knowledge

Domains/Portfolios:
Knowledge
(Nigh Omnisense)

Silence.

Nothingness.

These were the words in which one could use to describe the, encompassment in which Arguis was brought into existence. He could feel those of unparalleled power around him. There existence was a mystery to him, despite that fact, he longed to know what they were. There power was so immense he could feel there strength in the darkness around him, as if there power was tangible.

The one named Invictus then spoke. "You are become Reality, everything that has existed, exists, or will exist." The voice filled this intangible specter with glee. An emotion the he welcomed with just as much blitheness as it gave to him. He held on to the emotion, felt it, loved it, gave it as much attention as possible, before filing it in the confines of his conscious. With this, he took shape, the intangible specter expanded, and folded back in on itself. A ball of blue light took form inside the small, black ball of darkness. It suddenly burst, and Arguis emerged, his body forming instantly as the ball of energy gave his once intangible self the ability to give himself a solid form. His form was unusual, it was simplistic, he took the form of being from the old word. Unbeknownst to Arguis, to him, his form was just who he was, he did not understand what this form represented, but he liked it, none the less. He was claded in light, black armor comprised of a chestplate, and splinted armor legs with fluted poleyns.

Self Awareness.

The ability to recognize oneself as an individual separate from the environment and other individuals. That was what Arguis felt from the moment of his godly conception. It was gift that was given to all beings, a gift that allowed him, to be him. He did understand everything that was, which was the 2 powerful figures in front of him. He understood what is, the darkness around him, himself, and the 2 beings in front of him, and his brother Vowzra. Finally, he understood what was to exist, which was his siblings, he knew what would go on after this, the formation of the universe, the wars and power struggles that could ultimately lead up to the potential death of a god. The only thing he did not understand, the one question that eluded the god of Knowledge, was the living darkness from which he was created, where did it come from? It was a question that Arguis himself knew that no answer would ever come to him, not matter how hard or how much he longed or tried, and he did not dare ask.

With a resonating strike that reverberated throughout the darkness that Arguis grew accustomed too, one word was burned into the heart of Arguis, one that he would never forget.

"Rise"

[User]
Astarte, Goddess of the Ranges
Might: 4

Astarte saw.

For the first time, she saw.

There wasn't much to see other than the shades near her and the far away feeling of familiarity coming from them. Then she registered the next thing--The power emanating from the unknown figures.

"You are become Magic, Mother of the Arcane." Their very auras made her essence shiver and waver, both in fear and in respect. It was exciting to feel. It was exciting to know other beings were nearby, too.

'Rise'

Astarte felt joy. An immense joy which caused her to twist and change numerous times. Then she received colour. She was no longer darkness. She was now a cloud of light violet dust. But even the cloud would not settle and from it, a form came forth. The form of a woman. Young, with long lavender coloured hair that flowed behind her. The dust settled on her, eventually nothing but a thin mist around her contours.

"Wow..." Astarte muttered.


[System]
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, slender, and if you didn't see his face, you might think he's a girl. As it is, he isn't entirely manly, but he is, once he see his face, a guy. White-blond hair, stormy grey eyes, with unusually pale skin- he'd stand out like a sore thumb if he wasn't always wearing things that did that for him. If you grab onto his arms, you'd feel quite a bit of muscle- he may be a tad willowy, but he could still kick your ass, and steal your valuables at the same time. Generally dresses in basic trousers, and hooded coats, relatively well fitted so it doesn't flap or get loose. He generally wears earthen colors- brown, darker greens, etc.

Affiliation: Thief, scout

Description:
Ask him about his past; he might even frown at you.
He's one of the higher-ups in the Thieves Guild, simply because he's the best thief in the city, and, while he may never go on the offensive unless he believes there is no other choice, he is unmatched in staying untouched. He's fast, he's agile, and he's fairly strong in comparison to his weight and size. He's a withdrawn, quiet soul, one who sees, who listens, but rarely speaks.

[User]
A knife flew in Jade's general direction. Jade let it fly by, barely sparing it a glance. She noticed that the thin blonde thief had managed to lodge at least one or two knives into the cloaked man's flesh. Jade made a move to join the fight, but before she could do so the man noticed her, cursed loudly, and fled. Elia was lying motionless on the ground, most likely dead. Jade slowly edged closer to the blonde thief as he eyed her warily. Jade suddenly regretted the crimson cloak on her back; it was an obvious sign that she was an assassin. Finally, when Jade and the thief were within talking distance of each other, she spoke up.

"What was she doing with him?" Jade questioned in a neutral tone of voice, gesturing vaguely at Elia's body. Jade made an effort to keep her face relatively expressionless, trying not to appear threatening in any way. Jade kept her daggers out, but she let her hands drop to her sides and relaxed her posture. She had nothing against this particular thief. Really, Jade had nothing against any of the thieves. Contracts were never to be taken personally, and the League was just doing its job. The thieves understandably did not want the assassins to be doing their jobs, considering that their recent contracts all targeted members of the Thieves' Guild. If they would just stop stealing, I'm sure we wouldn't be asked to go hunt them down all the time,  Jade mused silently. But she knew there was literally no chance of that happening.

Jade cast a furtive glance around the street. People were openly staring at them, and all activity had ceased. Jade felt a slight twinge of concern. The League certainly did not need hundreds of witnesses spreading rumors about the whole incident. Syra had wanted the whole thing with the foreign man to stay quiet, but that obviously wasn't an option anymore. Jade knew what would happen after this; the Council would get a wind of the whole thing from the wealthy merchants, who would hear it on the streets or something. Then the Council would confront the League, Syra would tell the Council that the League had everything in control and to stop meddling, and the Council would get upset. However, the League had considerable power over the Council, so they wouldn't be able to do anything but sit there, grow more agitated, and continue to nag the League. Syra would ignore them, but if Dale got irritated enough he would give them a polite equivalent of "fuck off". After that, there was no way to tell what would happen. Jade was so familiar with this routine of mutual complaining that it hardly came as a surprise when something like this arose anymore.

"Listen, I know this is going to sound...strange, but do you think we could, ah, discuss this somewhere else?" Jade asked in a low voice, trying to sound as genuine as possible. The thin thief in front of her seemed suspicious, stand-offish, and not very likely to want to even be within a ten-foot radius of an assassin, and in normal circumstances Jade stayed as far away from the thieves as possible for security reasons, but these weren't normal circumstances. Jade needed all the information that she could possibly get, and since the man appeared to kill people indiscriminately, Jade figured that maybe the thieves could offer some assistance in determining what the hell he was doing on Valencia and why he was going around killing both assassins and thieves.

A nervous murmuring had started up in the crowd assembled, with people openly glaring at Jade. She was anxious to get out of this potentially hostile setting as soon as she could. It would do her no good to have all the Guild's friends decide that Jade was a threat. She sighed softly, shifting her weight slightly. Oh, the things I get myself into,  she thought wryly to herself, turning her head to the side a little to survey the whispering crowd before facing the blonde thief once again. If I get out of this alive, I'll consider myself lucky,  Jade thought, although she felt strangely calm. Jade patiently for the thief to make a decision.

[Assistant]
Lalli stared at the assassin, stomach twisting into knots. He can't beat an assassin. Run from, yes. Beat an elite one, no. But he wouldn't leave Elia's body here; even though they were strong, thieves having to be, he wasn't strong enough. And so he quickly thought up a solution, and replied, in his quiet, passive voice.

"Grab her. Follow."

Then he turned, and used a pile of boxes as sort-of stepping stones to jump up on the nearest roof. Crouching on the edge of it, he watched her until the assassin began taking ahold of Elia's body, and, at a much slower pace, started following him. Lalli didn't speak, he just made sure that he was plenty far ahead of her, running around on the rooftops, across boards purposely laid out over alleyways too wide to jump over, and occasionally places to climb down into the alleyways and snake through certain sections of the city, before climbing back up on the rooftops.

And the thing about it that was fascinating, was that not even Jade was aware of how extensive the network the ran along the roofing of the city was, and they hadn't even gotten to the underground part, yet. Either way, Lalli would go on ahead and then crouch on a ledge, the top of a house, a chimney even, and stare, almost like a cat. Not a sexy cat, mind you, more like a wide-eyed cat that that's about as threatening as a mouse.

Eventually they came to a stop on a roof in the lower, very much Guild-territory, which had a decent vantage point of the harbor here. Stopping Lalli waited for the exhausted assassin to catch up, before motioning vaguely at the ground. He knew Elia was dead- there was nothing he could do. But now he brought his body back into familiar territory, in record time!

So he just watched the high ranking assassin put his friend's body down, and asked, "Do you know who he was?"

[User]
"Grab her. Follow," the thief said in a soft voice, before taking to the rooftops. Jade picked up Elia's body and did as the thief asked, making her way up the boxes and following him. Jade had to admit that she was impressed by the network of pathways laid across the rooftops, all but invisible to anyone who didn't know about them. The added weight of Elia's body made it harder to keep up, but the thief waited for a minute or two every so often to give her a chance to catch up. As they snaked through the rooftops and alleyways of the market district and eventually into the slummy area of Valencia, Jade watched the thief. She took in his lithe, agile movements and the way he seemed to know exactly when and where the next rooftop would be. Jade could almost imagine his eyes darting around and locating the next place to jump before leaping gracefully across the gap in between the rooftops.

Finally, the thief found a rooftop to stop on near the harbor. When Jade arrived, he gestured toward the ground. Jade gently set down Elia's body, stopping for a moment to catch her breath. Jade did not doubt that the rooftop network extended far beyond the snippet that the thief had shown her, but there were more important things to think about. "Do you know who he was?" the blonde-haired thief asked after Jade had put Elia's body on the ground.

Jade shook her head, a wry expression on her face. "I wish that I did," she replied, tucking a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "What Elia was doing with him is my biggest question right now," Jade went on, glancing down at the corpse. Even in death, there was still something about her that drew the eye. Perhaps it was her wild, untamed hair, as free as Elia had been herself.

"Anyway. You didn't hear this from me," Jade began, giving the blonde thief a pointed look, "but I found him killing assassins as well. I'm not sure what his motives are right now, considering that it seems like he does not intend to ally with either of us, but based on his fighting style I would say he's from the north, probably Eltevi." Jade recalled what she had seen of the man's forceful slashes and strong thrusts, a far cry from the fighting style of the League, which emphasized stealth, agility, and evasive maneuvers. "He obviously had formal training-his movements were more precise and controlled than those of a common street fighter," Jade said. She flicked her eyes to the blonde thief. "No offense. And did you see his sword? That thing must have taken ages to forge. So he's foreign-most likely Eltevian-and rich, meaning that he's probably somehow affiliated with the Eltevian government." Jade stopped talking to let it all sink in. She shook her head slightly. "This doesn't look good."

[Assistant]
Lalli watched the assassin, like a hawk, listening to her speak, and analyzing every bit of it he could. He didn't take offense; he understood what she meant. Despite his distrust, the assassin went quite a ways to just speak to him, and wasn't even directly asking him what had happened. That put her in his good books, even though she- Jade, he faintly remembered- had killed others of his friends before. But no one was really his friends, and such is the life of the day.

So he walked over, and gently closed Elia's eyes, ignoring the assassin standing over him. He was alert, and ready to spring away if he even thought she moved, but nothing happened, and he stepped back. Staring at her with the same, almost innocent, childish, wide-eyed stare, he said nothing for several moments.

"Elia wanted to align the Guild with them to shift the balance of power. I warned her not to. But I came anyways. Wanted to watch; observe. Didn't know she'd die. Didn't know others were already dead." He stared at Elia, frowning, the hints of grief and sorrow tainting his expression.

Glancing back up at Jade, he asked, straightforward and somewhat clumsy with his own voice, "Do you have a plan? I will help, if you do."

[User]
Jade watched as the thief closed Elia's eyes. They must have been close,  she thought to herself. Then, he stared at Jade with an oddly innocent look on his face, studying her closely. Jade met his gaze evenly, and then he finally spoke.

"Elia wanted to align the Guild with them to shift the balance of power. I warned her not to. But I came anyways. Wanted to watch; observe. Didn't know she'd die. Didn't know others were already dead," he told her, and looked down at Elia's body with a frown. Then, he re-focused his attention to Jade and said that he would help if she had a plan.

Jade was mildly surprised at his proposal and how perceptive he was. After all, if he'd been close to Elia, then he probably was one of the higher-ranking members of the Guild himself. Most members of the Guild wouldn't hesitate to take any opportunity they could to bring down the League. Jade grimaced slightly. "Thanks for offering, but I have no plan yet," she admitted sheepishly. "But I would really appreciate some help. Tell you what-I'll head back to headquarters, let Syra know what's going on, and come up with something or the other by tomorrow. I have a feeling that something bigger than both of our organizations is going on, so the first step in the plan would probably to get more information. Some reconnaissance work, yeah? I know that the Guild is very skilled in recon, but the League's strength is more in its stealth, and, ah, fulfilling contracts." Jade paused for a second to catch her breath. She glanced at the thief's face, and satisfied that she didn't detect any sign of hostility, continued. "If you could help with finding out what the hell  this guy is doing around the island, well, frankly, it would be a huge help. Some of the assassins aren't so great at blending in with the crowd."

"So what do you say?" Jade questioned, tilting her head slightly and appraising the thief. An alliance in between the Guild and League was very unlikely, but not impossible.......and Jade had a feeling that they would have to work together to uncover what the Eltevian man was truly doing on the island.

[Assistant]
He stared at her, before frowning down at the corpse that used to be Elia. He let out a sigh, and leaned slightly to the side, as if a breeze was pushing him. He stared at her, before appearing to completely ignore what she said, and started, well, looting Elia's body. Coinpurse, daggers, her saber, her belt, the hood and cloak that marked her as a Guild member. He wrapped them up, and pulled out a piece of fabric- which he unfolded into a sort of bag. He stuffed her non-sharp items inside, before slinging it around him.

And then he took three of the four knives from Elia's body, and slipped them into various parts across his body. The last one, he offered to the assassin, along with the saber, scabbard, and accompanying belt.

In a lighter, lilting, foreign accent, he spoke, still not entirely familiar with the language. "Take them. Keep them. Wear them. I will work with you, and you will not be attacked while carrying Elia's things. I will spread word. Meet here in a fortnight, I will keep you posted. Will interrupt any attempts to murder. You have my word."


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Danny grew up in Wyoming, and seeing as how both his parents love camping, it should be no surprise that most of his summers were spend in Yellow Stone. In fact thanks to those trips he developed his love for animals. When he was fourteen, after an incident involving his father and a painful but relatively harmless snakebite, he decided to learn first aid so that next time something happened he could offer some assistance.
Personality/Traits: Danny loves animals and wants to become a vet. He can be a bit lazy but when he feels he is doing something worthwhile he won't give up easily. Danny is also reasonably experienced when it comes to camping, and knows some basic first aid. He possesses the Crests of Love and Light.
Digimon: Pururumon and YukimiBotamon, Poromon and Nyaromon, Hawkmon and Salamon Aquilamon and Gatomon, Silphymon, Valkyrimon

Gatomon's Ultimate and Mega are Angewomon and Ophanimon respectively
Personality: Aquilamon and his earlier forms all tend to act more mature than he is/they are. As a result he is generally polite and calm, but out of a desire to impress others often uses big words even if he doesn't know their meaning. He is not stupid though, and is in fact smarter than Gatomon.

Speaking of Gatomon. She is a decent judge of character and is of the opinion that if someone doesn't like for how she is that it is their loss as she won't pretend to be something she is not. While not as smart as her best friend she has more common sense.

As Silphymon the two have combined their characteristics, though those traits are weaker than in her components, with as result a calm and confident Digimon with a slight urge to impress those she respects.

And finally there is Valkyrimon who represents some of the best points of her predecessors and as such is intelligent while also not afraid to be silly from time to time when the situation allows it. She also has stopped trying to impress others knowing that those whose respect she wants, the humans and their partners, have already given it to her.
Digivice: (A Combination of the D-Tamer, D-3, and Original Digivice) Color: Blue

[User]
"Wake up!" A voice called out to Graham. He didn't recognize it and he decided to ignore it for now, he was still tired and wanted to sleep more. "WAKE UP!" There was the voice again, louder this time. Couldn't whoever it was just leave him be for a few more minutes? Apparently not as he felt something crash into his stomach and force him up.

Graham groaned as he rubbed his eyes and looked at what had landed on him. It was vaguely frog like with yellow skin and orange fur and a row of black spikes on its back. "Finally, I've been trying to wake you up for ten minutes! You sure are a heavy sleeper."

Graham stared at the creature for a minute, this seemed like something out of a dream, but he was definitely awake. He stared for a moment longer before poking the creature's snout. "What are you exactly?" He mumbled mainly to himself, but the creature evidently heard him. "I'm Gizamon, a Digimon, and your new partner for here on out. It's nice to meet you." Gizamon said smiling at him.

"Digimon? Partner? I don't think I follow." Graham said as he yawned. "But, I'm Graham, nice to meet you too."

Gizamon stared back at Graham, waiting for him to move, when he didn't Gizamon spoke up. "Uh, we should probably go now, this place isn't really safe, and besides we need to find the others."

"Others?" Graham asked. "Do you mean other Digimon?"

"No," Gizamon shook his head. "Other humans, they should have Digivice just like yours." Gizamon gestured to the strange device that had fallen out of his backpack. It was now laying on the pack next to where he was sitting.

Graham picked up the pack and the device, before looking it over. "So, we need to find people with these things? Well, I guess we better get moving." Graham stood up and started to walk.

"Hey, wait for me!" Gizamon yelled as he hopped behind his human partner.

[Assistant]
Anya brushed her face in annoyance, still mostly asleep, when she felt something fuzzy touch it. "C'mon, wake up." She heard something say, to which she replied with an annoyed groan. The one thing she hated was being chided awake, and whatever was insisting on poking her was doing just that.

Again, it poked her in the face. Half asleep she slapped it, hard. Annd then it started crying, what exactly did she just hit? Yawning she pushed herself up off the grass...grass? What?

Rubbing her eyes she found she was indeed on grass in some kind of plain. She immediately began freaking out, "Oh my GOD this is so cool!" She shouted, gasping in awe looking around. Whatever she slapped was still crying and it snapped her back into reality...well...the current reality.

Whatever the creature was, it was freaking adorable! It was about as big as a toy poodle, brown, with three horns and a long jagged fuzzy tail. Immediately she grabbed it and hugged it tight, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" She shouted, "Oh my god you're so soft!"

The creature squirmed a bit trying to break free of Anyas deathgrip, but at-least it stopped crying. "Can't. Breathe." The creature gasped. Anya immediately let go, "Sorry.." she said sadly. "Are you alright?"

The creature stared up at her with it's wide eyes, it took all she could do not to hug it again. "I think so." It replied in a cute squeaky female voice. It had just gotten ten times cuter.

"What are you? Where are we?" Anya asked, first gesturing to the creature then to the area around them. The creature shimmied closer then used it's tail to point to itself, "I'm Conomon, a digimon as well as your new companion." Conomon spoke.

Anya's eyes lit up with joy like a kid who had just gotten the best christmas present ever it was hers. She practically screamed wth excitement and really wanted to hug the soft warm digimon again, but she let it continue explaining.

Conomon then used its' tail to gesture around the plain they were in, "And you're in the Digital World, Digiworld for short. You're here to help us and stuff, I think, at-least that's how the legend goes. You got here with your digivice, ya know that pink thing on the ground beside you. There should be other humans that got here to same way too." Anya then looked at the dark pink device on the ground, almost completely forgetting about it, before picking it up examining it.

"That said." Conomon continued. "We should find them and meet up with them, you guys are going to have to stick together after all." Anya nodded, pushing the digivice between the elastic strap on her skirt not really having anywhere else to put it. It wasn't very comfortable, but it'd do for now.

"Where do you think they are?" She asked. "No clue whatsoever." Conomon replied, honestly. Anya sighed but didn't get mad at it, I mean c'mon, who the hell could get mad at something that cute?

She picked Conomon up carefully, carrying it in front of her chest, arms crossed. "Well, let's just walk around until we find them and hope I didn't land or appear or whatever far from them?" She spoke, beginning to walk in a random direction across the grassy plain.

Anya was having a very hard time not outright running around in excitement poking the occasional odd looking tree, all her life she'd wanted to do something like this, something out of a video game, and now she finally could.

And thus, she walked across the plain, smiling the entire time.

[User]
The Chamber is Dimly Lit, with only slim daylight slipping through the cracks. Five Forms are Situated Around an Odd Looking Table, made out of some kind of glass or something. It's playing back images like a television, but without an actual camera. Suddenly, one of the Forms Snaps his Fingers, and unlit torches immediately light up in blue fire, revealing the forms to be five digimon.
"How Could we have Let This Happen, Cherubimon, the Legend is coming to life before our eyes!"
"Relax, Myotismon, We Are Not Defeated Yet, and I Have my Doubts about this 'Legend of the Digidestined'."
"Yes, We Were Able to Easily defeat even the mighty Alphamon, this council is undefeatable."
"Do Not Get Ahead of Yourself, Diaboromon, We had Numbers on our Side, he was merely overwhelmed."
"You Always Think About Things as If We Had Won Nothing at All, Tactimon, That's the Only Part About You I Hate."
"I Prefer to Think About the Future, Piedmon, and the Future is growing, if ever so slowly, bleaker by the day."
"Then Let Us End These Rebellions and Crush these Humans for good."
Diaboromon Began Walking Out, and Exited the Room. Tactimon Followed Suit, Along With Myotismon Soon Behind, Leaving Cherubimon and Piedmon alone.
"I Still do not believe that the legend has completely come to pass yet, and the reason lies with the Digivices Azulongmon Sent out. He Sent out Ten, Only Nine Returned with Humans. The Tenth has Yet to Return. Without all 10, there is no hope for this 'legend'."

We Shift to a Brightly Lit Chamber, Filled with Digimon of All Kinds were crowded before a Digimon who appeared to be some type of Angel, aptly named Angemon. He Began to Speak Now.
"It is a Sad Day for Us Here, as Many Things have Filled these past Weeks. I Myself, have been defeated so often that I could not retain my Mega form of Seraphimon. The Loss of Ophanimon a Month Earlier was even Greater. But Now, the Worst has Happened, Alphamon has been Defeated by the Council of Five."
There Were Hushed Whispers in the Crowd as they took this in, many couldn't believe it, some expected as much, others were just silent.
"We Cannot Give Up, however. That's not what Alphamon, Not What Ophanimon, Not What Any of Our Fallen Would have Wanted... We Will Not Give Up Until the Digital World is Free Once More!"
The Crowd Roared at Angemons Words, Signaling their Approval and Acceptance. Angemon Returned to the Deeper Parts of the Cave, where The best of the Defenders of the Light were Waiting. Those were Leomon and Beelzemon, His Close Friends and Greatest Allys. They conferred in private.

[Assistant]
As the humongous insect... Digimon... whatever... prowled towards her, Nonna started having second thoughts, especially given the fact that the thing could shoot ball lightning. How was that even possible? But her pride wouldn't let her flee, not while there were other eyes watching. "Now!" She hollered, and her and Pawnchessmon sprinted in the opposite directions, each flanking form a different side. Seeing that the digimon was probably the one of them that could take more beating, Nonna tried to move as unnoticeable as she could to get behind where the big, disgusting bug couldn't see her, hoping that Pawnchessmon would last long enough.

The black digimon bent down as she ran to pick up a rock, throwing it at the Kabuterimon to get its attention. The odds were stacked against them, but still something felt right. They were moving forward, on the attack! The chessmon empire has been on the run ever since the queen fell! Maybe there was some truth to the legend of the digidestined. Could a human girl really be the answer to their prayers? Well, a giant bug would soon be the judge of that. Taking up a defensive stance, Pawnchessmon waited for the Kabuterimon to make the mistake of attacking first.

[User] Smiling to himself Derrick went through the lab and looked through all the tech he could get his hands on. He didn't find out much but he made sure to memorize what certain things looked like. Who knows maybe something could come in handy later. If what that voice said was true he could use all the info he could get his hands on. It was like the world around him was his own personal playground. Kapurimon was worried he wasn't going to go and look for the others immediately but he figured that if he was to find anyone else they would need a base to come back too. If Derrick could even get half of these things to work or even a quarter of them then they could use them to possibly find out something useful! Maybe they could get an idea on where to go! Or maybe just a safe place to be. "So little dude what's outside?" Derrick inquired to his digimon as the little puff ball looked up at him. "I think a forest maybe some grasslands and hills I guess." Kapurimon said unsure if he wanted to know about the digimon too. "Alright nothing I hopefully can't handle. As for others like you...well I hope you got more to you than you're showing little dude. No offense but puffy ball of fur doesn't strike fear in the hearts of your enemy." Derrick said as he started to whistle and tinker with the computer system in front of him.

[Assistant]
As Danny and Hawkmon continued to follow Salamon the bird explained things in a bit more detail." Danny, because of problems in Digiworld a conglomeration of humans, including you, have been brought here because of ancient allegories detailing the power of Digivices which can only be used by your kind."

Just as Danny was about to ask why of all humans he was among those chosen, he realized something else. "How did you know my name? I never told you." Before Hawkmon could reply, Salamon who had apparently seen something ran back in their direction. "I knew there would be other humans around here somewhere but someone else found them first.We better hurry."

After about thirty seconds the three arrived at a huge bush. On the other side Danny could a girl and what looked like a chess piece circling a giant bug with a boy and two other Digimon nearby. "See they need our help." Salamon was ready t rush in but Hawkmon blocker her path with his wing. "I agree, but we're not gonna be much help against a Champion, so we better watch the fight and wait for the right moment." With that the two Digimon hid in the bush While Danny because of his size lay down on the ground.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Earth Male
Nationality: British/French

Personality
Edward is a naturally optimistic sort-- a life as pleasant as his will do that to you. He often preaches that things can and do get better in life, even if he understands not everyone is as blessed as him. He always goes out of his way to help others who aren't fortunate, as he believes his massive luck was a gift he is obligated to use to make life better for others. His sizable allowance is often spent on gifts for others, even. He appreciates his status in life, but is very humble about it, understanding he hasn't particularly earned it. He has a bit of an inferiority complex as a result, eager to prove himself but also commonly downplaying any success of his as luck.

In terms of hobbies, Edward is particularly into comic books and manga. Superman, Dragonball, and Naruto especially. That's partially why he's actually an excellent student despite his entirely average intelligence. He's very willing to train and study if it means access to real magical powers that he can use to do good. And to look cool and do cool things, but that's just a nice bonus.
Backstory
Edward was technically born in France, to two loving parents named Adeline and Damien Lachance. Right after Edward was born, however, Damien was offered a much higher paying position for his office job if he were to move to Britain. The two had been struggling and were worried about their child's well-being and took the offer, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Adeline was a painter, and her paintings finally took off once she began advertising them in Britain. All throughout Edward's life, the blessings of gods seemed to follow him. Winning games of chance was a near guarantee. He could call the flip of a coin 10 times in a row. At the age of 11, he advised his father on which numbers to pick for a lottery ticket, and their family was the only one to get the second tier prize that draw after a quadruple rollover.

Despite how easy Edward's luck would have been to abuse, the Lachance family were good people who had spent their childhoods being taught that money wasn't everything, and they passed that lesson down to their son. They also understood his gift, and took steps to make sure it didn't go to his head. Despite efforts not to stand out, his grades were often great, and allowed him to apply for a unique transfer-- to study abroad in Japan. His parents allowed him to do so, but as he was interviewed, he was stupefied by the process, despite his repeated success. Soon he would find out why. He had stumbled into a school of magic and wonder that hid underneath it an entire new world of elves, beasts and spell casting. Having stumbled here, Edward is convinced all of his luck was fate guiding him here so he could make a positive impact on this world-- and the magical one right next door.

END: 20 (F)
STR: 20 (F)
DEX: 17 (F)
AGI: 15 (F)
INT: 30 (F)
WIL: 20 (F)
CHR: 20 (E)
SPT: 30 (D)
LCK: 150 (A)

[Combat]
-Equipment-
Weapons

It seems to be just a switchblade that Edward could use to protect himself. However, there is a trick to it-- tapping the button actually sends out a small comb-- one has to hold the button to draw the real knife. He uses the comb to combat his hat hair whenever he's forced to take it off.
Gear
Arcture Academics Spellbook
Other
N/A
Independent
Martial Awakening - A permanent 40% boost to Spirit if it is over 50.
Graceful Charity - When you give gifts to people, they will be more cooperative to you moreso than normal.

Major Skills
Arcture Academics Vol. 1
Arcture Academics Vol. 2
Arcture Academics Vol. 3
FUJIWARA SHINTO EXORCISM V.1
Iga-Ryu Genin level
Minor Skills
N/A
Spells
Lighter
Faelight
Flashball
Light Buckler
Elemental Blast (Light)
Techniques
N/A

Current Skill Points: 12
Arcture Academics Volumes 1, 2 & 3 purchased for 1, 2 & 2 skill points.
FUJIWARA SHINTO EXORCISM V.1 Purchased for 2 SP
+10 INT, +2 DEX from Aresvius Battle
Iga-Ryu Genin purchased for 2 skill points

[User]
Edward Lachance

Edward would never forget last night, but simultaneously, many of it's details were... hazy to say the least. Seeing that ice palace, for the first time, and when it became bathed in crimson, those vistas were seared into his skull. Aresvius being pierced, almost watching another young man die... that too, would stick with him forever. But the fight in between, while it seemed to last forever in the moment, he couldn't place much more than the emotion of it all. Fear. Complete paranoia as these magical forces he had just begun to understand clashed right in front of his face-- even trying to kill him! Luckily, Lorelai and Rodrick were there, along with a variety of other students, that ended up protecting him, along with the teachers that swooped in like Power Rangers. Their P.E. teacher's entrance is also something he'd remember forever.

But if there was one thing to take from yesterday, it was that Ed was out of his depth. He'd never been in a fight in his life until Rodrick came along, and the princling who just two days ago seemed to want his head was about all that stood between him and a cold, cold casket. Hopefully Ed's complete ineptitude in that fight helped show Rodrick just how wrong he was about Ed being special. Or at least, intentionally special. Previously, Ed had felt out of his element in a very positive way. He was being introduced to this amazing new world that he had always dreamed of... but last night Ed felt the flipside of that. Being new, and weak, and powerless and confused. It kept Ed up all night. He just wanted to hold onto Ramyu or Rodrick or Lorelai and never let go, because otherwise he'd get squashed like a bug.

This paranoia followed him through the rest of the day, along with his lack of sleep. For once, he couldn't take any notes in his classes. Ramyu and Rodrick were also no where to be found, but as his afternoon P.E. class rolled around, he noticed a peculiar coincidence. Or at least it was framed as a coincidence, but it couldn't be. Everyone present during last night's... affair, sans the other teacher, was here. All beat tired, obviously, but here nonetheless. Ed listened as intently as he could, expecting some kind of follow up on what had happened, or at least a confirmation that Aresvius was still breath, but it never came. Coach just talked about ki and chakra and what not. Normally, Ed would be all over that but he just couldn't focus on that today. Even if he wanted to get stronger.

He could gab at Lorelai or Rodrick but for some reason he didn't feel ready. Maybe it was the shame of not having participated in the fight, or how tired they were, but he struck up a conversation with Mr. Bakusatsu instead. Pretending to be working on his Kata, Ed slowly inched closer to the coach, and waited for an opening, when he wasn't instructing any students, before semi-whispering to him.

"Uh, hey, coach Bakusatsu, Is Aresvius okay? Is that Noah's descendant guy gonna show back up again soon?"

[Assistant]
Silver Gate Academy Grounds - Soccer Field
Komedy@Lonewolf685

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Kaidan oversaw the class, giving some brief instruction once in awhile, though to varying degrees of success. Some students seemed to understand his hot-headed way of explaining things, while others struggled a little, but it was clear he was quite sincere in his methods. As everyone began to settle he noticed some were not quite completely there today... He pondered for a bit before he pulled out from a satchel what appeared like a protein ball, and walked up to Lorelai,

"Here, try some of this", he offered. Whether or not she would eat it, she would find herself taking it either way. What this was in fact, was a shinobi medicinal ball, which should revitalize anyone who eats it. There were recipes for it included in the Iga-ryu scrolls too. As he handed that off, he was approached by Edward, who asked out of concern of what happened last night. Not many people knew of the descendants, and frankly they preferred the students didn't learn of such high level beings so early in their lives or even ever at all, still, what happens, happens. Kaidan furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin,

"Hmmmmmm, well Aresvius will be okay, he's just out of commission for awhile. Being what he is, he'll recover with just some rest. As for the other guy... Well, I'm not sure. Then again, it may not be best to talk about him here, but please rest assured! The teachers and even the principle are onto that guy, let us handle him", it was a vague answer regarding the latter but there was something reassuring about this gruff and buff man giving a friendly smile.

[User]
"Shin-Ganryu."

A dark skinned female with bright white teeth gave a toothy smile to the young dark skinned male standing beside her. She knew exactly what her friend would love the moment their teacher finished his speech. Her friend was always the type to go straight for the sword fighting techniques and if anything, he would be over-joyed even if he didn't show it. The young man stared at his friend, a smirk forming in the corners of the mouth. Only she could get him to smirk like this out of him. "Come on, Aurelius." The young girl laughed as she grabbed his arm, pulling him as hard she could toward their teacher. She just couldn't help herself.

"Lady, calm yourself." Aurelius calmly spoke, his stoic tone taking over. He placed his hand on her head, ruffling her around like a parent with their child. Aurelius knew she was right, as he took a few steps to the wooden swords placed for the students to use. He slowly gripped the hilt, his mind racing as he began to think back to the past. The more kenjutsu he was able to learn, the more capable he would be to avenge his mother, and become the man that she always preached he was.

"Sensai, I would like to learn Shin-Ganryu." Aurelius spoke in an almost commanding tone, pointing his wooden sword at Bakusatsu.

[Assistant]
Silver Gate Academy Grounds - Soccer Field
-El@Kafka Komedy@Ginnungagap@Amaterasu@I-Am-X@Lonewolf685@TheHangedMan

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"Oooh! Very well then! Feel free to take one of the manuscripts then!", being the kind to be fond of enthusiasm, Kaidan took to the eagerness of the dark-skinned student rather well. Among the students in the magic classes after normal curriculum, this kid Aurelius was one of the more talented physical fighters. In fact he almost expected him to pick Shin-Ganryu.

After awhile, the class would split into two groups where one half did drills for Shin-Ganryu's forms and basic cuts, while the other focused on chakra generation in a meditative state, both classes being instructed by Kaidan and his shadow clones. Some students did not participate, but it appeared a majority did, and by the time class was over the sun was visibly a bit lower than it was before. Class outside was really something else it seemed.

"Alright! Class dismissed! It's good to see such healthy students taking to these kinds of activities! Well, next week will be as usual with Utsumi, so be sure to say hi to him for me!" and like that class was over, students began shuffling away to do one thing or another, but given the physical nature of this class many elected to just rest.

[User]
Despite the coach's vague answer, Edward was happy with the response he was given. He was glad to hear that Aresvius was okay. Given what he gathered listening to the teachers and that Noah guy, he may not have been a bad person, and he did seem to just be a kid like everyone else here. Regarding said Noah's Descendant, Bakusatsu gave a pretty middling response, but it was an honest middling. They weren't 100% on what all was happening, but they'd try their damnedest to make sure no harm came to their students, as they proved the night before. It helped ease Edward into actually participating in class instead of miming kata-- he followed the Coach's shadow clone's instructions on how to generate chakra through meditation. Something more slow paced like that was definitely more his speed after the exhausting night he'd had previously.

Once class was all over, most stayed put for a moment to recoup. Rodrick was one of said people, and Ed knew it was probably in both of their best interests to have an honest, frank conversation about their relationship. Hopefully now that Rodrick had seen first hand how useless Ed was in a scrap, the two could become more friendly, and less murder-y. And what put people in a less murder-y mood than sweet frozen treats?

"Hey Rod." Edward said, approaching the noble with a wave and a small smile. "Thank you for your help last night. I would have been dead in the water without you so I wanna introduce you to one of earth's delicacies. My treat."


[System]
Appearance:

Race: Human
Class: Engineer
Main-Hand Weapon: Repeater Crossbow*
Off-Hand Weapon: Toolbelt*
Secondary Weapon: Backpack*
Armor: Cloth
Skills:
Explosives Master: Kelvin is extremely skilled in the handling, use, and creation of explosive devices. Given supplies and a bit of time, Kelvin can improvise a wide variety of tricks and distractions using his skills, as well as disarm explosive traps.
Tinkerer: Kelvin possesses a lot of experience in tinkering and crafting odd things, and has a decent chance at disarming traps, as well as being more than capable of setting them himself on the fly.
Problem Solver: Because of his knowledge, Kelvin is capable of jury rigging and improvising his way through problems (often unconventionally) using both what he has on him, and random local resources. (Can 'observe' and 'search' areas and interact with the environment in advanced ways.)
Weaknesses:
Combatively Incompatible: Kelvin lacks in the close quarters skills, other than 'run fer y'ur life!'.
Half-deaf: Explosions and the like have left Kelvin deaf in one ear, as well as missing a pinkie.
Personality:
Over confident and domineering when it comes to his specialties, Kelvin represents one of those "Stand back and watch this" types of guys. (But really, if he tells you to stand back, there is likely a reason.) In combat, he tends to hang back and shoot from the back, and isn't afraid to run like the coward he really is. This guy tends towards the eccentric, but generally means well for all involved.
Background:
Not much to say, his father was a woodcarver and his mother a daughter of a hunter. Kelvin took interest in both crafts growing up, particularly enjoying making puzzle boxes and toying with the spring power found in bows. He dabbled in smithing for a bit, then alchemy, and finally found good mentor in a larger city. Now he is here.
Other:

Designed for shooting 'slugs' with a fast winding mechanism, making it more like a two step semi-automatic. Their short stature and heavy design make the bolts focus on the impact rather than penetration. As far as accuracy, this weapon's penetration range is maxed at about thirty meters.
4 Torches
Rope
Cord
10 metal stakes
4 Sticks of Dynamite
Bucket
Canvas Tarp
Stack of paper
String
1 Small keg of gunpowder
Extra crossbow darts
Hammer
Screwdrivers (3 sizes)
Shears
Flint & Steel
Chisel
Bear Trap
Pouch of crossbow darts

[User]
Vis nodded his thanks to the armored man and slowly bent down to scoop his bag up off the floor, he gave it a good dusting and slipped it back on, not taking his good eye off of the paladin and casting a circle of green light on his face with the bad one.
"thank you.." mumbled Vis, awkwardly. He still had more things to go and buy but the paladin seemed to have a point, it was very warm outside for some reason and the heat seared Vis' pale skin.

"I think thare ith a inn on tha wetht thide of the marketh, pathed ith by when I goth hear." he needed a drink after that much  lisping, something to calm his nerves but he only drank in private, so it seemed he wouldn't be able to. Vis tightened his scarf around his face, just in a way it would stay on but not in a way it would show impressions of his scaring. "there ith altho an airy bar thomewhere near thare."

Vis turned his eye away from the armored man and looked at the group he had accosted with his tripping, there was a scraggly gnome at his feet, reminding him of an ugly cat but he mentally slapped himself as he knew he wasn't that good looking himself. Then there was the woman cloaked in fine fabric, with the heavens printed on the inside, she spoke to him and Vis shuddered, her words felt strange to him, they came out in a way that sounded like she didn't know what she was saying, yet was very accurate.

He kept his eyes on her, one to look at her and the other to cast a ghostly, green glow.

[Assistant]
Carver withdrew his hand quickly at the strange voice's behest. That certainly wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting - glowing eyes and booming commands were usually confined to things paladins were expected either to worship or to kill, but as the girl tottered forward, pulling the brim of her hat down to hide her eyes, Carver was certain that neither of those reactions would be appropriate. No, his initial plan regarding the girl still seemed appropriate - she needed help.

It took him a moment to realize the half-elf was talking, and with a severe lisp, too. Something about a tavern? That seemed like it would serve both for getting the girl out of the heat (and the crowd) and for getting the gnome some food. He smiled at the man. "A tavern sounds like a fine idea. Might I trouble you to take us there?" He glanced around at the company. "A bit of rest and a meal, and I'm sure we'll all be feeling right as rain, friends."

He moved closer to the girl - not enough to risk triggering the same bizarre reaction, but enough that she could lean on him if she felt the need. He also extended a hand down to the gnome, hoping to prevent the small fellow from being lost in the crowd.

[User]
Kelvin
"Mayhaps you'd like me to join you?" Kelvin jerked around, twisting to look at the woman as she stood upright. He slapped a hand to his face, dragging it down, pulling on his flesh and in general just making him look tired. "See what I mean?" He lowered his voice for his companion, but doubtless the woman could hear as well. She pulled back her hood, fully revealing her features to the both of them. Pristine, perfect. Warning bells everywhere.

First. Why was she alone? With a face like that she could easily have been married to a rich man, or already in the bloodline of a powerful one.
Second. If she was alone, how had she managed to get so far by herself?
It just reeked of alarm. No offense to her, of course. It just didn't look safe... Kelvin glanced at his companion, wondering. Was he a fool for a pretty face?

"However, to be willing to place one's hand so close to a lady, you must be rather daring of a person." A flush crept across his cheeks for an instant, before he quickly responded. "Aye, no more daring than a lady who sleeps in a commoner's tavern with the ease of a barmaid." His tongue was going to get him into trouble someday. Kelvin averted his eyes from her, towards his companion. "Your call sir."

[Assistant]
Alula had seemed to calm down considerably, but was still horribly overwhelmed. Not once voice kept still for very long, and she was very confused as to what they were telling her to do. She peered out from under her hat, watching as the half-elf gathered back up his belongings. He was an interesting one, but the voices could not agree on why. Perhaps he just was because he was. More phantom noises filled the oracles ears, whistling winds and breaths cut short. It was horribly unnerving. She shivered for a moment despite the heat.

The noises stopped suddenly, leaving Alula dizzy once more. Unfortunately she was also now out of the loop on the whole bar situation, she hadn't really been comprehending what the two taller men were discussing. But what she did pick up on was the half-Elfs speech impediment. In an almost comical turn of events, her mind was in an even fifty fifty split right now trying to remember and understand what would be socially acceptable. Was she supposed to not say anything or point out his strange pattern of speech.

And then Alula noticed he was looking at her. She initially panicked but then noticed something. He had glowing eyes too, or well one eye. For some reason this observation made her next choice very clear to her. And in her slurred voice spoke.

"You..talk weird..."

[User]
Separ

The moment I laid eyes on this woman I felt my body's temperature rise as my face turned beet red. I could hardly say a word as I was immediately enchanted by her beauty, and in that short moment time seemed to creep to a halt making it feel like an eternity. "Make sure there's at least one cute girl in your group as well, okay?" The words of my mentor echoed in my head as I continued to gaze upon this girl's beauty. "Your call sir."

Kelvin's words brought me out of my trance and back to reality. Ahh, just how stupid can I be? I can't just gawk at this girl, and besides regardless of how good my mentor's training was, I don't think his last snippet of advice can be considered valid. I sighed for a moment redirecting my focus to try and calm myself down. My body slowly changed back to normal as I now stared at the woman. I would not fall under her spell so easiy, even if I wanted to actually do so. Wait why am I admitting that? Ahh, forget it, just say something so you don't look like an idiot.

"I'd love it if you joined us, though I must ask if you know about how to fight or any useful skills really. I wouldn't want you or Kelvin for that matter, to get put into any dangerous situations, so please be truthful to what you can or can't do. Or at the very least understate your abilities so we don't do anything to rash and wind up all dead or something, I don't know." I gulped as while I wasn't going gaga over her anymore, I was still having a bit of trouble talking, as evidenced by the nervousness in my voice. Well it wasn't that big of a deal anyways, I probably just needed to get used to her.

[Assistant]
Vis' eyes went wide when she said those words, his cursed left eye flashing an angry green for a moment before it stopped. He wanted to retaliate with words but his throat seized up, locking shut, if he spoke she would just poke fun at him again, he usually stood tall but now he slumped a fraction.

"nothed*," he turned around and with a flick of his tattered left ear, he signaled for them to follow, his steps were more unsure now then they'd ever been, almost all people did not comment on his voice, they tended to know what was good for them, the last time someone did they suffered a beating. But he couldn't beat the girl under the pointy hat, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand at her, she seemed like she didn't know what she was saying but that didn't make him any less wounded. Vis tightened his scarf.

When they arrived at the tavern, Vis held the door open for his group, turning around to see the Paladin, Gnome and the pretty hooded girl who made comments at his expense.

[User]
Suki shifted her gaze to the side slightly, as she was compared to that of a barmaid. Not because she was insulted, but moreso because she ended up thinking about kissing patrons when she was half dead. That was one memory she would love to bury, but at least that was at a different village.

"Of course. Although I may not look like it, but I do have confidence in my ability to scout out an area. That, and when I do run into trouble, I trust my skill in a scythe." Answering the other man's questions, she couldn't help but to notice how he had a momentary lapse when he first looked at her.

She leaned closer to him, while subtly releasing the top clasp of the cloak, allowing it to part slightly. From this angle, the man could get just a tiny glimps of her chest. "Well~? Do you believe me~?" Whispering these words, at such a low volume, yet with hints of a challenge mixed in with that sultry tone.

[Assistant]
Furnace entered the tavern and looked around.
The room was filled with wooden constructs, living creatures and ceramics containing, what smelled like food.
He didn't see a source for the food though. How did these people find it? Why decide to eat it here?
Then he saw a creature with a large wooden plate stacked with cups. Distributing food to people.
He noticed a pattern, she went by all the wooden circles and gave foot to those balanced around it.
Furnace concluded that if they balanced on the small wooden constructs around the large wooden plates, they would get food.

Following the pattern the barmaid followed Furnace chose a table that would soon be serviced.
He took the cloth-wrapped bastard sword slung over his shoulder and carefully placed it leaning against the table.
After sizing the chair up for a few seconds and studying the other patrons he got up on the seat and sat down cross-legged.
Then he waited. If his guesses were correct food would now come to him.

[User]
Separ
A scythe huh, that's an interesting weapon of choice, thought Separ as he continued to talk to this beautiful lady. However as he was listening to her, she seemed to lean forward and unbutton the top of her cloak, an action which surprised Separ. He stared closely for a second and realized he could see a small portion of her cleavage. Was she purposefully trying to make him look? Should he look? Can he? While Separ kind of wanted to take a peek he realized that wouldn't be a good idea. She was most likely just feeling a little hot and wanted some more air. He glanced to the side not wanting to stare at her chest and give off the wrong impression. "I believe you, after all you have no reason to lie right?" His voice had turned even more nervous now, as he wasn't sure quite what to do. "So, uh, welcome to the team I guess." He looked back at her and gave her a somewhat shy smile.

Separ turned towards Kelvin and extended a hand, his palm facing the sky. "This here is Kelvin, and my name is Separ. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" As he said this Separ had a lightbulb moment and turned towards Kelvin and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, it seems I had forgotten to tell you my name earlier. Sorry about that."

[Assistant]
Well, at least the other guy was going to keep his head on. Mostly. Not that Kelvin had done much better with that passing insult. A scythe? Scouting? Kelvin shook his head. If she had those skills, it was more concerning. What if she was part of a marauder's crew- luring unsuspecting travelers to the wrong road at the wrong hour. The thought made him shudder. It was just unnatural, for someone with a face like that to be alone in a town like this. Though, in retrospect, it was equally strange for an engineer to be hanging about the area as well. She leaned closer to them, his companion specifically, and murmured towards him, letting her cloak hang open a bit. Whelp. He was done here. Kelvin turned away smartly and sat down at her table, attempting to keep a straight face.

Aren't you supposed to seduce them before you get what you want, rather than after? Not that he had experience in such things. Ah, Separ was his name. "It be alright, think nothing of it." Kelvin didn't look at either of them, looking pointedly to the side and then jumping, knocked over his chair and falling to the floor beside it. "What… who is that?!" A strange, whitish childlike creature was sitting on one of the seats beside him. Kelvin spluttered and recovered a bit. "Ah, hello there… little one."


[System]
Male
Looks about 30
Appearance
6'0"
Pale white skin.
White irises. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having eyeliner.
Messy slightly below shoulder length wavy white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. Two engraved cylindrical medium length silver hair beads, one on the right side of his hair and one on the back left.
Silver feather dangle earring on his left ear lobe.
Left hand's fingernails are pointed and sharp

Faux golden mink fur double breasted coat. Length goes down to his mid thigh. Brown horn buttons. Brown silk liner.
Black with white polka dots pattern wool fringed scarf worn draped around the back of his neck under his coat. Loosely tied into a knot low right below his chest.
Various loose fitting polo or aloha/bowling shirts.
Gold 22" 10mm cuban link chain necklace.
White ribbed tank top undershirt.
Gold Rolex Datejust 36mm with a white dial and jubilee bracelet.
Silver band thumb ring, silver pinkie finger signet ring with a X engraved on the front. Gold pointer finger ring with a inlaid diamond. All on his left hand
Plain black leather dress glove with a white X on the palm on his right hand.
Silver 12mm cuban link chain id tag style bracelet on his right wrist
Black dress pants.
Black leather western style belt with an silver buckle and furnishings. Usually has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side.
Black leather cowboy boots with snip toe caps and floral stitching. Pant legs worn over the boot shaft.
Or
Various Air Jordan 5 sneakers.
White crew socks.

Hair
A bit longer in the back

Nemo is often considered a Mana-fiend among other terms. Someone who can feed off of mana itself for energy. He has a innate control over mana and mastery with absorption focused spells. Being able to drain other Talent's mana reserves to refill his own. With more advanced spells Nemo can even harness the natural mana found in the world for himself in a pinch.
While most Talents are able to increase their maximum mana pool by training. Nemo sadly lacks this ability. But makes up for it by being able to permanently increase his pool by fully draining mana from living beings and certain objects. Fully draining a magic user can also sometimes give Nemo the ability to use some of their spells.
An added bonus of consuming mana is that it makes him immune to aging.

All of his mana must be put to some sort of worthy use, and Nemo does so by specializing in highly destructive spells and traps. Often using an "X" shape motif. He also utilizes summoning magic circle relay rings. When a magic projectile passes through them, it increases in speed and power. Relay rings can also be chained together like a railgun to devastating effect.

Nemo triggers most of his attacks from the X shaped rune on the palm of his glove.

At times Nemo also has a affinity for fine custom weaponry instead of spells. Utilizing rifles, knives, and his trademark revolvers with specialized ammo to conserve his mana.

Nemo is fond of the dark and the cold. He sees and reacts better in darker places with his white nocturnal-like eyes. However as a drawback he often becomes irritated and uncomfortable in bright or hot areas.

While his actual age is a mystery, it is said that at a young age Nemo was shunned by all of the leading magic organizations for his unpredictable abilities and attributes. Being an orphan, Nemo was left to fend for himself in the world. His abilities were the only thing he had at a young age, realizing that most people were afraid of his style of spells. Nemo found that resorting to force to get what he needed was usually the only option that worked.

As his control over his abilities grew he began to get more involved with the magic underground. Nemo began to take advantage of his anti-mana magic to make a name for himself as a effective assassin against other fellow magic users. He did this as a means to both further his own power and take revenge against the magic community for it's treatment of him.

As Nemo's notoriety grew, the magic factions that once rejected him began to take notice. However not in the way he once wanted. Nemo began to become a problem for them, something that reached a climax when he executed a pair of Catholic Magi while on a armored transport mission.

The Church had let him grow unchecked for too long. To solve the problem they set an ambush up for Nemo with a group of Grand-Magi and a entourage of his students. A fight occurred between the two, ending with Nemo's capture. But not before the group of mages suffered great causalities, including their leader.

After the encounter Nemo was locked up deep in a pitch black cell within a dungeon located under the Vatican. There he lies in wait, feeding off of the small amount of mana rationed to him and wondering how long it will take before he is set free.

Despite it all Nemo often comes off as a rather chipper carefree individual, something that is often seems sinister while fighting instead. Nemo is often unstable, his polite and charismatic outer attitude sheds to his more psychotic inner shell while angered.
Nemo has a fascination with all things visual. Taking great pride with his work and considering the battles he partakes in as art. Aiming to make them as aesthetically impressive as he can.
He's also a collector, coming off as borderline greedy in some cases. He'll try to obtain anything he finds visually appealing. Nemo becomes highly irritated when his possessions are sullied. Thankfully he can often repair them.
Going hand in hand with his knack for collecting, he also takes great joy in eating. Being able to consume a very large amount of food and eat just about anything.

5.5 inch single action revolver.
3.5 inch birds head handle single action revolver.
Bolt action hunting rifles.
Balisong knives

[User]
Felix cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change in the demeanor of the blonde woman.

"We don't take prisoners," Felix replied, within a moment he realized what it sounded like he said and added a frantic, "W-we don't kill witnesses or anything like that either. You are free to go wherever you wish."

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Raiya turned her gaze to Nemo when he spoke to her. Raiya cocked her head to the side in a questioning manner. She then turned her body, and opened her coat revealing her torso. She grabbed the cut on her shirt which was drenched in blood, and lifted her shirt slightly, revealing her belly to Nemo. There was only a thin scar where the cut was made. The cut, which could have easily been a fatal wound had it not been treated properly, was all but gone.

"I had to use that spell, I won't be able to use it for ten more days. So I hope we are not going to get into any situation where I would need to use it." Raiya replied.

[Assistant]
Travis was unsure if his query hit home or even provoked a response; the mist that visually concealed both him and Alya from each others' sights still drifted within the arena and thus denied any kind of confirmation to be desired. But in the coming moments, the mattered little. The ground beneath them soon shook violently all of a sudden due to nearby activity. At first Travis believed the engagement Raiya was participating in was still raging but then again, he remembered Thadeus moseying in on a fight with Nemo. Perhaps only for a few short minutes, the new battle would rage and Travis would find that no response from Alya was to be heard. If she was taking advantage of the interruption and maneuvering inward or nullifying his traps, she was doing a good job, especially with the physical racket the next-door fight was causing. Of course, there was also the chance that she too was also startled by the unexpected brawl.

Not a moment later did everything suddenly stop and the great stone walls that divided everyone had then receded back into the earth. The new change in architecture and atmosphere quickly dissipated the mist that had claimed the arena when it first became constructed. Naturally, Travis was puzzled by this and questioned why the spell Thadeus had casted was no longer active. While contemplating the results of Thadeus' mad tourney, he quickly realized that the loss of the arena walls meant that Alya could now maneuver freely past his defenses. With his best advantage had over Alya the entire fight also vanishing, Travis prepared for the worst to come; to expect Alya lunging at him from any of his unguarded flanks. Once he caught the shadow of a figure now upon him from his left side, he reeled back and braced himself.

But instead of Alya coming through the thinned out mist, it was Felix whom greeted him with his presence with Nemo and Raiya well behind him.

Travis stood dumbstruck with a utterly surprised expressed washed onto his face, still frozen in the taken defensive, if not, cowering stance, as if anticipating something far more threatening than this pleasant surprise. Tilting his head around to his right, he found Alya still in her position he had guessed she would be after his first trap went off; almost intriguing that she never left. Apparently, she too also seemed a tad perplexed with the situation but not as deplorable as Travis was unfortunately broadcasting. He eventually let himself loose after tensing up throughout the entire skirmish, nearly falling over on his rear in the process with all the adrenaline now diminishing as he exhaled. As Felix confirmed it in once simple sentence, the fighting has ceased and Thadeus was nowhere to be found. Travis took the random assumption that he had fled upon Felix arriving on the scene.

It was then Alya finally agreed to stand down and took back the more sincere aura she had displayed before the battle had begun earlier. If that was not pleasing enough, Alya had then demonstrated courtesy and sought to heal everyone's injuries. Azure-colored threads that reach out from her spell and reached to every living body including Travis himself. He watched in fascination as the healing thread seemingly stitched his cauterized wound into healthy muscle and skin as if the injury had never occurred.

"T-thank you." Travis almost sheepishly responded to Alya's efforts in healing everyone. It was natural for him to show gratitude whn it was clearly deserved but after having fought hard against the same person, he was still under the cautious mindset and thus effected they way he spoke, even if they were now on even terms.

While he watched and listened to Alya and Felix discuss her fate and nearly glaring at Felix for unintentionally blurting out a rather hostile reply, he then caught a glimpse of the the battlefield Alya and he had fought in. Unlike the damage observed in the other former arenas, the earth was hardly destroyed but it remain littered with scorch marks and un-triggered runes. But one such rune with its lines and characters glistening with a dark flowing pink, caught his eye now that it was visually noticeable. It was Travis' earlier half of his would-be-trump card, a Graviton Seal, still on standby and awaiting his trigger had Alya chose to attack him within the runic circle. Miraculously for Alya, she stood only a couple feet away from the large magic circle that separated the space between them.

"I'm...gonna go ahead and disarm this so nothing bad happens..." he announced. Not wanting a black hole-on-demand still armed beneath their feet, Travis walked forward and began to cite the incantation to neutralize it and the other runes too.

[User]
Nemo let his hand drop away from the repaired rip in his jacket. Things had turned out rather good as of so far, they made it through the cave, found and secured the paragon, and defended themselves well against the attackers. All while only losing one member of their team; Nemo planned to keep good watch for traps on the way out. But on the bright side there was one new person on the playing field now. Letting her walk free for nothing wouldn't exactly be Nemo's own first course of action, but with Felix being a very recent ex-member of the Church, he could understand why he made that choice.

Raiya's response had intrigued him. It was certainly something to keep in mind, considering Raiya was shaping up to possibly be a bigger threat to Nemo than Felix. Despite Felix and Nemo's 'rocky' past interactions, he had been mostly pleasant to deal with so far. Nemo was mostly unsure about what kind of feelings Felix held for him now, but clearly they weren't not nearly as sabotage-y. The golem stunt Raiya had pulled earlier had indicated that Raiya didn't intend to take her bodyguard role too seriously, however this wasn't of much of a disappointment to Nemo. After all, he didn't actually care about having a bodyguard. It was the thought that counted, and the entertainment.

"Hmmm," Nemo sounded as he crouched down a tad to look at her spell's handiwork. "I hope so too, otherwise you might tarnish another delightful ensemble." He commented. "You do have a cute tummy though," Nemo remarked as he suddenly poked her belly with his left pointer finger, careful to not jab her with one of his nails. "boop."

[Assistant] Raiya raised an eyebrow and shuddered back at Nemo's all-too intimate action towards her navel. It took her a moment to fathom a reaction to what had just transpired. On a normal occasion, she would have reached for one of her sushi knives and made some Filet o' Nemo. But seeing as she was exhausted, and since she was also not sure if even at her best she could even scratch Nemo she just said in a drab and dry tone, "Please for the love of all. Do not ever do that again. Ever."

[User]
Nemo was surprised he still kept the hand. He straightened his posture back out and gave a shrug. "Suit yourself." He commented before resting his hands in his pockets and turning to the rest of the group. "Felix, if you don't know it already yourself, I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that despite the little ambush we encountered," Nemo walked away from Raiya and began to stroll idly about, glancing over to Alya when he emphasized the word 'ambush'. He habitually pulled his right hand from his pocket and began to use it expressively. "we still secured the paragon successfully." Nemo explained.

Judging by the still massive manawaves, Nemo sensed Travis still indeed held the paragon on his person and turned his gaze over to him now. "Travis, my dear, would you please show Felix the..." Nemo momentarily paused, shifting his voice down to an almost whisper, but still loud enough for everybody to hear him. "Fruits of out labor."


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

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

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

[User]
@The Slenderman

Randy rolled his neck, and also wiggled his fingers as his gauntlets re-activated. He gave Titan a nod before walked away, and then looked at Seto. "So Kyato, what's the big deal huh? A) Why the fuck did you set a bounty on me, Silas and Akkina? and B) What the hell is so important about this damned sword?" He questioned.

[Assistant] "It's a good thing that they were just as real as the proper coins, they were the counterfeit bags" Kyato smiled and walked to his desk and sat down on the chair, writing away on a little bit of paper, He looked up and beckoned Randy to come over, as Kyato held out a real 400,000 gold check as a sign of partnership between Silas,Randy and Akkina "I will also give you the most advanced equipment available in prototype stage. And the answers to your question I only set a Bounty on your head, basically I used you as bait to get some bounty hunters here so I recognize them so I can protect your group and the other question is I no longer have need of Durandal now." He said with seriousness in his voice

[User] Randy simply shook his head. "Nope, I smell bullshit. What's your game plan Seto? What's the catch?" He further asked. He cracked his neck and shook around a little, loosening up for a fight. "Because, I'll be honest with you..." He said a he stretched his arm. "I was really hoping to beat you for answers."

[Assistant] Kyato simply shook his head and put his hands on his pistol and pointed it towards the man that was standing in front of the desk that Kyato was sitting behind, he then fired the gun at the guard behind Randy and then put the gun down and looked at Randy again with the truth ripping out of him " I don't want Durandal. I am telling the truth okay" He Said and then extended his hand towards Randy for him to shake it.

[User]
Slenderman

Randy refused to shake his hand. "I don't trust you... at all. Take it how you will. So if you don't mind. I will take my leave." He asked before turning and looking at the dead guard. "You should treat your men better. Wouldn't want a mutiny would you?" He commented, before going for the door.

[Assistant] Akkina stood waiting for the right moment to show itself to enter Kyato Corp, She looked around to Silas, and softly embraced him and softly kissed hi before smiling happily to him "What is taking Randy so long, He should be done by now... I may have to use Durandal" She hesitantly whispered softly and then reached for the Durandal and she pulled it up and out of its sheath

[User]
JG walked the narrow streets of some city she still didn't know the name of, trying not to get noticed. She'd woken up on a rooftop 12 hours ago, with nothing on her but her clothes, and no recollection of how she got there. She wasn't phased by this at all however, as it was a part of her life she was accustomed to; that and her feline attributes and horrendous memory. She'd acquired some local currency and food through some night time thievery, although the bulk of her money had come from a middle-aged man who'd preyed on her as she was walking early in the morning. Having briefly considered taking his life in exchange for his wondering hands, she decided instead to snatch his purse while evading his advances. Distracted by his failure to have his way, he probably wouldn't notice it was gone until much later.

JG stood at 5'5, with long golden hair (quite unkempt) and big blue eyes that often made strangers and friends alike mistake her as innocent. Despite her efforts to convince them otherwise, it was her air-head demeanour that convinced them she couldn't possibly have a shred of evil in her. She often used this to her advantage of course. Her clothing was plain, tan-coloured trousers and a long sleeved shirt that might have been white once. Her dark brown leather boots looked worn but sturdy.

She wandered through the streets, completely and utterly lost, looking for somewhere that might sell good quality weapons for a price that she could afford (although she hadn't actually any idea how much her stolen purse contained). She really needed to buy a hood too, to cover her hair and shade her eyes; something that would undoubtedly help her with avoiding unwanted attention.

[Assistant]
Slenderman
"Just wait Akkina, I don't like our chances attacking a fully defended and large building." He kissed her again, loving thr thrill it gave him. Reluctantly, he let go of her and looked up the tall structure. At the sound of the gunshot, Silas's heart stood still "I'll be back, my love. I'll try and find a window looking into the office." Silas started to scale a nearby post, then onto a ledge, and then even higher, using the framing of windows and ledges of roofs to pull himself up. Soon he was looking into Kyato's office, witnessing a strange sight. A figure lay on the floor, the smell of blood thick. Randy stood, apparently unarmed and affecting a rather aggressive posture with Kyato. Kyato himself stood next to his desk, offering a hand that Randy didn't take.

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Titan wasn't too angry at the Kyato, he had put an explosive collar around his neck. On closer inspection, much closer, the gold was counterfeit. However, the forgeries were passable enough to sell to an interested party or use at various stalls around the Marketplace that never looked twice at yellow, thick gold. As he was thinking of possible contacts, a thin and dirty looking girl passed him as he walked one way and she the other. Looking back, he noticed the wandering air about her and a feeling of helplessness. The girl's clothes, once thought to have been dyed, were actually just grime and wear. And then there was how she walked, with an eerily familiar fluid grace, like a stalking cat. He decided he needed some food, as hunger seemed to addling his brains. Nevertheless, he called in most of his Gears except for around ten. Five stayed fixed on Akkina and Silas, the others following the lost-looking girl. This was no town for a woman of her age to be just wandering, he decided. It was a powder keg, just waiting for a spark.

[User] Akkina saw him go into the building and she just sat down on the ground holding Durandal tightly, She looked around the Kyato Corp area and seen the Kyato Corp logo everywhere in that section of the marketplace, She began to close her eyes waiting for the others, hopefully no bounty hunters would kill or capture her from this spot.

[Assistant]
Kouh was asleep on Wolf's back with a deadman's grip on her basket and a looser grip on the fur around her. As wolf walked most people moved out of the way but a girl had decided to sit on the middle of the street. He stepped over her without a second thought but when spotted the sword that she clutched to herself he sat down in front of her and shook Kouh awake. "Wha... why aren't we at old millers trading post?" she asked then looked over wolf's shoulder at the Akkina "Who is this"
Slenderman

[User]
ghost in black

Ava laughed, "Maybe you just need a drinking buddy." She said. "How much to drink with a fascinating gall like yourself?" Ava then kept browsing. "also I'm looking for herbs, maybe something to help someone relax and to sooth the mind." She added.

[Assistant]
Slenderman@The ghost in black

Silas looked over the side of the building, checking on Akkina and making sure nothing would go amiss. Sure enough, she'd attracted the attention of a large wolf creature and a small girl. His grip on his bow tightened until the wood seemed to groan in protest. He sniffed the air. That was indeed more wolf than man, more than likely a magical creature the smaller girl had tamed somehow. He stepped off the edge, grabbing a protruding post and swinging around the face of his perch until he was a story above Akkina and the pair. He pulled up his bow, nocked an arrow to the string, and pulled it back to his ear. "Slowly, step away from the woman and announce yourselves!" Silas called down, shouting slightly to be heard. His tone was not hostile, but it was adamant.

[User]
Aleksandri

"Oh I'm not that interesting, just a lady trying to make a living" Aleksandri said with a yawn and took another sip from her bottle "Well anyway for a drink i would say it's on the house, but for the relaxer hmmmm....how about a pouch of dried waning moon leaves" she explained before standing up and walking around to a shelf to the side of the shop, when she reached it Aleksandri whipped a small leather pouch out of one of her dress pockets to be filled with the dried leaves. "So *hic* this stuff is pretty strong, strong enough to cause slight tiredness through touch alone, so use gloves or something, kay?" she said as she inspected the leaves before putting them in the pouch. When Aleksandri finished with the bag she walked over and handed it to Ava "Anything else Miss?"

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Wolf and Kouh

"Wolf, step back" Kouh said before hopping off his back and raising her hands as a sign of peace. "I'm Kouh a hunter" she called with a smile then motioned to wolf "And this is wolf, Is this your friend down here?" she asked. Wolf had moved back a couple of steps and was sitting in a hunched position where he could keep an eye on the situation unfolding though was more interested in sticking his nose into Kouh's basket by him and pulling out a large peice of meat along with one of the spears by accident. Both of them didn't seem threatened in the least even when a bow was aimed at them.

[Assistant]
ghost in black

Ava looked at the leaves. "How much for em?" she asked, taking out her coin pouch. "And yes a bottle would be nice, it's been quite a adventure getting here so I'm just trying to take a load off." She approached the counter. "This is a nice little shop you have here, how long have you had it?"

[User]
ghost in black

Silas didn't feel any hostility from the pair and slowly lessened the tension on his bow until he finally put his arrow back into the quiver on his back. Akkina wasn't moving, but her breathing was even and steady. How could she have fallen asleep so quickly? "Yes, she is." Silas dropped down until he held onto the ledge of the roof, then allowed himself to fall. He landed standing, crouching to lessen the impact. Barely a sound came from his fall, just a light cloud of dust from the impact.

"I'm Silas, of a similar occupation. Hello Kouh, and Wolf." He dipped his head slightly in respect. He crouched next to Akkina, brushing a lock of hair from her face and tucking behind an ear. "The stress of the day must have finally caught up to her.." he noted to himself, then straightening. "There have been some, complications, recently. I'm surprised she didn't awake when you came near." The beast called Wolf certainly smelled and acted like one, excepting his altered form and obvious intelligence. "Come to sell some furs, I imagine?"

[Assistant]
JG eventually found her way into something that appeared to be a market. Unbeknownst to her, she had entered through the North-Western gates. The atmosphere of the city changed noticeably as she progressed from the secluded edges of the market to the more populated ones, and she saw her mood progressively worsen from the forced invasion of her personal space in crowded areas. While the area was populated by a great variety of cultures and races, she saw something she was particularly unfamiliar with; some people seemed to have almost merged with machines. The extent varied, from arm sheaths that potentially acted purely as technological gadgets, to full body enhancements. She looked at these people with subtle wonder.

One man in particular stood out to her mostly due to his sheer size. At over 7' tall, she saw him coming a long way off. Enough to get a good look at him before he would have been in close enough proximity to notice her amongst the crowd. By then she had resumed her usual vacant expression and pretended quite successfully not to have noticed him. She did [i]feel[i] him watching her, though. In fact, that sensation somehow didn't leave her, even after he was well out of sight. JG frowned, scanning the crowd quickly. If it wasn't him watching her, then who was it? A few people had their eyes on her, but she could tell they were mostly harmless and simply curious. She felt more that someone, or something, was following her. Eventually she gave up and continued walking. Whatever it was would show itself eventually and she could deal with it then.

She reached East end of the market and turned back, not having found what she was looking for. There was much more of the market to explore, however, so she headed South this time. After a good half hour trying to slip between or push through people to get to where she wanted, she found herself passing by a Taylor's. She'd just passed it when she remembered about the hood she wanted to buy. She turned back and ducked into the shop. She still felt watched, though no one was in sight.