[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

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Neil was about to open his mouth in his shrug before Lonney cut him off. "Unknown Capt'm. Galactic map disfunctional, bu' tha radars werkin' like a charm. If tha sublight engines can get started, there's a system 0.003 lightyears away."

"And there's no way we can tell what system that is?"

"Nope."

"Uh, god." Neil said, before he inhaled a large amount of the dust that had been floating around here and he began to cough, choking somewhat until he gained control of himself, patting his chest. "Well at least we have plenty of supplies." He croaked, knowing he at least had a lot of water to drink from. He went off to go do that.

"Roight... about that sir." The voice halted Neil in his tracks. There was an eerie silence as Neil turned around.

"What?" Neil asked, his throat and mouth uncomfortably dry. Lonney's voice crackled over the intercom. Neil sincerely hoped that wasn't a sign of the A.I. losing power. "Well ye ha' three months of supplies, but once we go' tha hull breach ye got aboot a month now. Some of its go' the chemical composition of havin' spoiled from bein' exposed to air, and the rest was sucked oot."
"But we have a month?"
"Aye."
"How long will it take to get to the system if we fix the sublight engines now?"
"two months."

"Goddammit." Neil declared, his voice comically highpitched from the exasperation as he clenched his fist. He seemed to be on the verge of suffering some mild case of space dementia. He pointed at Junebug adamantly. "We're going to fix the hull, and then I'm going to fix the R.I.P. drive and we're going to get the fuck out of here." He didn't know what power source he'd use, or even how much longer they'd have Lonney, but while the Captain did the strategic thinking, he'd work on the ship.

First he was going to take a huge chug of water before he started to conserve it.

[Assistant]
Sayeeda punched the keyboard again and arrived at the same answer.

"Well," she said sinking back into the chair with a grim chuckle, "I suppose we can always eat Taya."

She had run a half dozen different ration scenarios and even at extreme rationing they would only just make it to the as yet unnamed planet. That would exhaust their food and there was no guarantee the place was settled or that there was any indigenous food they could eat. Also it would use up any safety margin they had, so if it didn't pan out they would have no choice but to risk an all or nothing jump.

"we are goin gto have to make the jump," she said glumly.

"Even if I go back into cryo it will be tight, and there is no gaurntee you will have the power to wake me up again."

"We are going to have to jump on number two and hope that the RIP isnt completely set against us." The analogy betwen the RIP and a tide was not perfect, a ship could make way even against a moderate current providing it wasn't in total opposition. Given a spherical orientation such a coincidence was extremely unlikely. But worse things happend in war time.

"I guess we are just going to have to fire it up and hope the containment shield holds and the navi computer dosent totally fry."

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Neil had that water and a bite to eat, and then he unfortunately donned the space suit once more. It seemed just a few hours ago he'd worn the thing. Refitting the helmet firmly atop his shoulders, he gave a light burp at the quick consumption of the provisions and he turned the comm on to get Junebug's attention. "Shut the door to the cockpit." He told her. "I'm juuuust about to make for the compartment area and fix the hull best I can. Copy?" He waited a few moments for confirmation.

Once he was sure the coast was clear, he held onto the railing parallel to the door and used his free hand to release the hatch, letting the door slide open. It did so so violently it impressed him, and he felt the void yanking him in. He was glad his suit's magnetic boots still worked fine, and even with the immense pressure he walked steadily, closing the door behind him. Once the pressure was equalized, instead of being sucked out into space, he felt a weightlessness now counteracted by his boots.

All that was audible was his breathing, and he went to work. "All clear. I'm outside the ship." He clarified to Junebug, beginning to reshape the rent metal, one gloved hand running over one of the immense marks left by the R.I.P. Beast. Hideously, he felt a slick liquid that clung to the bits of metal. The substance seemed a bit too light to be akin to most liquids, yet it wasn't a gas. It made him feel entirely uneasy, mixed with a feeling of intense interest. No one had ever witnessed one of the outer dimensional creatures and lived to tell the tale, save the Great Gideon. And even he was too disturbed to speak of such things, Neil had heard, the hero claiming it nearly shattered his sanity.

"Let's think about lighter things." Neil pipped up to himself, welding and reshaping what he could, the advanced vacuum-welder working like a charm. He only lamented he had no tunes available to listen to while he worked. Instead he just decided to go over what had occurred the last two months, er, years. He'd need to get used to the time thing. Wait...he needed to call his mom!

So engrossed was he in his work that he never turned around. Sayeeda would see... it on the radar once it passed the stellar nursery of molecular hydrogen in the distance. An immense oblong shape of what looked to be polished stone hurtling toward Highlander general vicinity.

[Assistant]
"Contact," Sayeeda reported as her PPI flashed the new signal. Her hands flew over the controls targeting sensors and examining readings. It didn't have the multiple frequency reading that a ship would have, they bi-product of hundreds or thousands of motors, pumps and actuators, It only emitted one signal, a slowly growing diffraction wave.

"All clear," she said by reflex, "looks like its only a comet or some other chunk of space rock. Moving fast though and seems to be... how is it possible for a rock to be accelerating."

"Captm, It mus have onatural high concentrations of antimater that be sublimin to cause thrust," Lonney chipped in. Sayeeda blinked rapidly, momentarily defeated by the dialect the damn computer used. A few finger strokes converted the analysis to text without the accent.

"Hardly fair!" Looney grumped.

"Looks like its going to pass within one standard unit of us, Looney says that it must have a vein of some sort of anti matter rich ore that is subliming to give it its thrust. Sensors can't predict if we will need to maneuver."

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Neil turned his head, the expression on his face somewhat perturbed and annoyed, as if he was being bugged by some unexpected phenomena like spilled milk. However, the unfamiliar silhouette of an object that was approaching that even he could now see with his naked eye was a startling revelation. "Uh, yeah let's see if we can take advantage of this gift from the fricken stars," he replied back on the comm, though whether or not they could benefit from it, he wasn't sure of.

"Antimatter?" He mouthed to himself, and then shrugged before hauling ass back inside to take control of the Highlander. Antimatter was a volatile material from all he'd heard. It would either solve their problem and get them out of this mess, or it would kill them much faster than their current status of 'starving to death in the void.'

The next Sayeeda heard of Neil, it was the door to the cockpit sliding open with him stomping through the door with his suit on. He had his helmet off, but that was about it. "Maneuver? We're going to maneuver the hell on out of here." He told his Captain, hopping onto the cockpit's pilot seat. The frumpy suit made an oddly specific gaseous noise when he sat, which had Neil chuckling to further enhance his daring mood. Thankfully, Sayeeda's fears were not realized. It would pass by them judging from the coordinates on the screen. Just barely.

"Lonney, redirect the power to the cables. We're only going to have one shot at this."

"Yes sir, First Officer Neil Edwards."

"Wh-..." Neil turned to Junebug with an accusatory look, his voice somewhat higher pitched. "What did you do to Lonney?"

Sayeeda snapped twice in front of his face, placed two fingers to her eyes and then to the display monitor. Neil gave a start as if she'd just woken him up. He turned around and unhooked the cables, opening the firing mechanism and took control of the secondary handles, his thumbs over the 'loose' button.

"Ten thousand kilometers before impact," The AI announced, and began to count down from five thousand with mechanical and unerring accuracy. Neil let out a labored breath, his eyes straining as he saw what he perceived as a smooth asteroid enter within range. Just before his thumb hit the button, he spoke up.

"By the way this might make us explode."

[Assistant]
"Well it will either solve our problem and get us out of this mess, or it would kill us much faster than their current status of starving to death in the void," Sayeeda said with a grin. Neil started and turned back to look at her as though she had spoken some strange language but before he could speak the console began to beep a proximity alert. Neil turned back to the control and adjusted the attitude jets with a series of quick motions. They didn't have excess power for the grav pumps so each maneuver drove their chairs into them with significant force, the form fitting polymer doing its best to mute the impact.

"Five seconds to range," Sayeeda reported watching her own console and keying the commands to ready the external grapples. The grapples were meant to secure two ships for a zero-g cargo transfer and not for anything as violent as this.

"Range," she reported and tumbed the trigger on her flight yoke. Metallic bangs resounded through the ship as the grapples fired, moments later they struck the surface of the asteroid tethering them in place. The ship matched speed perfectly as Neil verniered the thrusters expertly.

"Dropping power," he reported slowly easing back, the ship began to sink relative to the asteroid and the cables began to take up tension. This was a critical moment, the rate of change was what was important. The cables would hold two ships together in normal circumstances but the differentials in speed at this order of magnitude could part them like cobwebs. The ship groaned as the power slowly trailed of, only once was there an unpleasant jerk as one of the cables came too snug. Neil cursed and adjusted throttle. At last he shut the engines off completely, allowing the asteroid to pull them along at an equivalent velocity.

Junebug blew out a breath.

"Great, now all we need to do is gather up the most unstable element in existence and use it to give enough energy for a blind RIP jump. Situation is improving."

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With the engines now off, Neil breathed a sigh of relief at their volatile luck. It was almost as if one of the Star Gods had decided to make the Highlander Crew their plaything, dangling bits of good news right as they fuck them from behind. With practiced ease, he used the auxiliary power that still held the cable rotor in place to ease the Highlander closer to the asteroid, meter by meter, so as to get close enough for their power controls to collect the necessary anti-matter.

Luckily, they were still in interstellar space, so Solar Wind wouldn't be any problem. Lagging behind this asteroid, they merely needed to hope that the velocity would remain consistent. Neil raised his brow as the Highlander drifted closer, until they were close enough to dock in any normal situation. It worried him more than a little that he felt an odd pressure from being so close to such a massive amount of the dark-stuff. But first and foremost, survival from starvation was key.

"Take the helm. I'll go out and get some engine juice." Neil said lightly, yanking up his suit once more around his shoulders and re-donning his helmet. "Wish me luck." He said, not finishing the last sentence they might ever speak to one another with a joke. He knew what rided on this.

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Despite the ache of his wound and the month in cryo-sleep, Neil still had his wits about him enough to control the omni-tool with an engineer's skill, and he managed to collect the smallest inkling of the anti-matter. He was most afraid of how the material would do when introduced to close proximity of the cutting lazer, and how it would do in a controlled container. But it was by the Grace of Gideon that Neil managed to re-enter the Highlander with the anti-matter, and introduce the substance to the engines.

Closing the power core, Neil let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It was now or never, and he opened his comm. "Captain...the anti-matter is in." Giving her the go to release the cable and start the engines, checking the power gauge. He made his way to the cockpit to see firsthand how this would turn out.


[System]
Age: 18
Country: Europe (London, England)
Student or Teacher: Student
Club(optional): Chemistry Club
Weapon(s):
Night Shade Blade

Chemicals:
Explosion
Sticky Glue
Black Mist
Poison Mist
Healing Rain
Acid Rain
Breaking Metal
Icy Road

Armor(?): None
Clothes: Black coat over white T-shirt, brown gloves, blue jeans, tan work boots, goggles, and a belt that is able to hold his tubes of chemicals.
Appearance:

Items you brought with you:
Chemical Kit (Full and Empty chemical tubes, an assortment of different chemicals, chemical table sheet)

Bio (optional): Lance at a young age loved to tinker with everything. He disassembled his toys so he could but them together. He soon found out he was able to build great things with simple items and helped his father out in his workshop. His mother at the age of 12 gave him his first chemistry set. From then on, when he wasn't fixing things for customers or house whole items for his mother, he was using his chemistry set and soon went on to even bigger chemistry sets with more elaborate formulas. His first real big formula was a mixture of chemicals that would coat metal in crystal blue paint. The paint however, made the metal as fragile as glass. Lance decided to take his love of creation and become a great and skilled warrior. He wanted to be the first of his kind: a Warrior who uses Chemicals. His father entrusted Lance with his Night Shade Blade. A sword given to him by his grandfather.
More info(?):
Excellent Cook (Thanks to his mother)
Great Chemist
Smokes
Perfectionist (when it comes to his own work)
Tries to put a smile on everyone's face.

I will win the tournament

[User] Skyler's face blared bright red when the headmaster called her out. "Perverted old man." She grumbed as she started towards the dorms, struggling to read the paper that told her what dorm room she was in. "Stupid blind eye, always causing me problems." She grumbled even more as she kept trying to read the sheet. She didn't even realize where she was stepping until her foot caught on the sidewalk and sent her falling face first to the ground, the sheet falling out of her hand as she went towards the ground.

[Assistant]
Moments ago:
A bright-eyed, and dare I say, cheerful-looking young woman stepped up to the gates of Rondorio. She stood up as straight as the spear she carried in her left hand. A smile was on her face. All the training, and being made fun of by her brothers and sisters, led up to this very moment. Not even the explosion that leveled half the inn she and her family were staying at would dissuade her from coming here. She turned around to face her entourage: her six siblings, and her father. Her mother had obligations at home, and they had already said their goodbyes.

Julie quickly bowed and proclaimed, "For you guys! Goodbye, Father, Jeorge, James, Jillian, Joshua, Jaqueline, and Jaylee! I will not fail you!" Her oldest sibling, Jeorge, strode over to her and clasped his hand on her shoulder. "You're our last hope Jules. We need at least one True Warrior in this family." Her big sister, Jaqueline, chimed in, "And if you don't make it, don't come back!" (She was only half serious, of course.) Julie bowed again. "I won't fail you! I swear on my-" Just then, a loud *CRACK* resounded through the courtyard alerting the already gathered students that the welcoming speech had begun. Julie's eyes went wide with a combination of excitement and fear. "I gotta go, guys! I'll see you when I've become a True Warrior!"

As she ran through the gates, her eldest sister, Jillian, called out, "Remember what I said about the headmaster! He's handsy, but harmless! Just go with it!"

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Julie simply stood in the square after the welcoming speech, her jaw agape. The headmaster was nothing the way she expected. Her sisters had made it sound like he was just some creeper, (which he definitely seemed to be) but there was also an aura of just...sheer power about him.

After a moment, she noticed that the other students already seemed to be finding their respective dorm rooms or trying to find clubs to join. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, something white falling to the ground. She reacted almost instantly, thrusting her spear toward the wayward sheet of paper, stabbing it clean through. As her eyes went toward the end of her spear, to see exactly what she'd caught, she noticed a girl who seemed to be stumbling. In one swift motion, she brought her spear upward, catching the girl.

"I'm...uh sorry." She waggled the spear in her hands, shaking the paper. "Is this yours?"

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Jin gave his attention to the source of the spontaneous sound that roared through the area. Finally school was gonna start and he can get his conquests of battles and possibly a bit of romance on the side. He listened to the introduction given by a women with a noticeable accent. Was she the head master? Jin never really got any word on what he or she would look like. The lady did seem tough and spoke like a true master or respectable sensei would.

Standing up to get a better view of the head master Jin attention was interrupted by a famales cry out of perviness. Before Jin retrieve his sword the wind picked up a bit but he couldn't see anything the only thing that he noticed that continues screams of young women. "Who could do such a thing!" And as if he asked the lady at the podium she quickly shouted out a mans name. He's probably the one responsible for this. Jin was ready to attack the guy.

That was until he was revealed to be their new Headmaster. Jin was you could say speechless. The more the guy talked the more pervy he sounded. "Why was dressed like that....." Jin questioned himself after awhile and left the younger version of Master Roshi alone to be what ever he want to be. Judging on how fast the dude did what he did he could even probably beat all the students at once. Jin accepted him for being a perv and decided to leave it alone.

Jin rolling up the little blanket he sat on to drink his tea packed it in his backpack. I know its really odd seeing a samurai with a backpack but it was school after all so get use to it. Jin concealed his sword next to the other and began walking towards the dorms. As he walked pass some students it seems that a lot of them were asking a bunch of future friends already. Jin kept walking though he'd love to have friends but he's not the start a conversation type.

[Assistant]
Rosie looked up at the headmasters speech. "Yeah, I think I'll be avoiding him for the most part." Rosie said as she turned away Basha to watch the shenanigans of the Head Master. "Anyways! I'm Rosie it's nice to meet you and I hope we can be friends." Rosie said as she held out her hand to shake Basha's. Rosie was a kind person and she loved to be near others if she could. The only problem was that when others found out about what she's like during a fight they tend to back away from her due to her personality switch.

Cia meanwhile walked up behind the Headmaster. "Nice speech perv." Cia said teasingly. As she approached him Lucy the Gorilla came shooting out from behind her and leaped at the him in an attempt to tackle and hug him. "You certainly wooed Lucy, she just can't get enough of you." Cia said with a smile, Greg was by her side as always. Mary was currently in her classroom though awaiting any students who might come in and want to challenge her.

George in the mean time had been chasing after a rather tasty looking spider. That was until it got blown up. He let out a yelp while running in and out of bushes. He then noticed where the explosion had come from. A new student named Lance from the looks of it. George start to yell out again before leaping at Lance in an attempt to punish him for destroying his snack.

[User]
Kadaver
"I-It's fine and yes it is...." Skyler mumbled quietly. Her blue eye focused on the ground as she took the paper from the girl. "Thank you for getting it for me. If you hadn't of grabbed it then I would've lost it." She said, fairly awkwardly at that.

[Assistant]
Bryan strode through the gates of the Rondorio Academy, her giant hammer, Judy, slung over one shoulder and a look of excitement on her face. She didn't have far to travel, but her oversized bag slung across her other shoulder could have fooled anyone – stuffed to the brim with all manner of things, one might have guessed she had come from far, far away to attend this Academy.

She had arrived just in time for the speech of the Headmaster – a man whom she had become familiar with during her family's dealings with Rondorio – and just shook her head in disbelief while she listened. He was always like that, but she knew he meant no harm... maybe. After the speech had ended, a large amount of chatter followed in it's place. Most of the chatter revolved around the perverted Headmaster, but it was quickly replaced with laughter and regular school-yard chatter: Do you want to room with me? I wonder if the classes are going to be hard? Where are the dorms, anyway?

Bryan smiled to herself, happy to finally be among other aspiring warriors, and continued about her way. Her eyes scanned through possible friends – a large dark skinned guy caught her attention. An extremely unusual sight to behold, especially in this area. Something about him, perhaps the fact that he seemed so interesting, sparked her to go introduce herself to him, but as she called out to him and waved, she accidentally bumped into Jin. In surprise, her grip loosened enough on her hammer, causing it to fall onto the ground behind her, which resulted in a resounding BOOM! as the pavement cracked beneath the weight of the hunk of metal. Several students nearby stopped and stared.

"Oh god, sorry, I'm such a dolt!" She apologized quickly, her cheeks flushing red beneath the hood pulled over her blonde hair. Despite her earnest apologies and embarrassment, she looked more angry than apologetic – perhaps due to her muscular body and tall stature. When she reached down to grab her hammer, still apologizing, "Sorry, so sorry, gah!", her comically overstuffed bag swung violently behind her, towards Jin, threatening to knock him over if he didn't react in time.

@King Tai

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When Cia came to greet him, Zeddicus beamed with delight – and then a horrified look spread across his face as the giant gorilla, Lucy, came barreling at him to give him her usual hug-and-tackle. Just in time, Zeddicus managed to leap-frog over the gorilla as she descended on where he had been just a moment ago, and landed lightly on the ground next to Cia. "Oh, yes, just... lovely! If only the rest of the female population felt the same way as Lucy..." His eyes became overcast with a dreamy expression as his mind wandered, then he shook himself out of it.

"My darling Cia, this year we have quite a promising collection of impressionable – I mean, capable! – young delicious flowers – I mean, students! – and I would love it if you could get some of them to join the Sports Club. We will be needing their bodies – I mean, talents! – honed to perfection for the tournament this year, it seems we will have quite the competition from the other Warrior Academies." As he spoke, he glanced around, making sure that his assistant wasn't anywhere in the vicinity.

"Ahem, yes, as I was saying," He continued, after confirming that the coast was clear. "Do you think you can handle it, my succulent orange blossom?"

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Elysia, a.k.a Mistress Ellie, looked ready to bludgeon nearby students as she marched to the main building. Zeddicus, that pompous, perverted old mongrel, had made his escape of her, but she had more important things to do than to chase him down. She could punish him later, after all.

Her responsibilities now were to make sure new students signed up for the clubs they were interested in, as well as to make sure they eventually found their way to the first year class, taught by a certain Miss Katherine Rosen. Who seemed to be late, which caused a vein to throb violently in Mistress Ellie's forehead. She stood in the large entryway of the main building, her feet planted squarely as she folded her arms, glaring at the all students who passed by. Many of the ones who avoided her completely were second years and beyond, while newer students finally came to ask her questions because they recognized her from the welcoming ceremony, if you could even manage to call it that. A debacle, at best, was what that was. And it was all thanks to that idiot, Zeddicus, that the event was ruined.

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Lance sighed and found himself out of the frying pan and into the fire as he was attacked by a baboon. He jumped back and yelled. He suddenly stopped and stared at the baboon. The fear and surprise turned to excitement and intrigue. He had never seen a baboon. He'd seen plenty of monkeys, but never a baboon. Lance slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of trail mix. It was a Mediterranean trail mix with dried fruits like bananas, mangos, papaya, and cranberries mixed with nuts and raisins. He slowly opened the small bag and dumped the contents onto the ground. Lance then stepped a few feet back and took out a notebook and pencil and began to write down every detail of the creature and each of its actions.

"What are the chances I get to see a rare creature for this region," Lance marveled as he waited for the baboon to act.


[System]
* Age: 17
* Appearance: Just look at how plain she is!
* Personality:
A friendly girl with a habit of not really leaving much of an impression, despite her efforts at times. Although tending towards being quiet and keeping to herself, Hakuno is always willing to lend a hand to others. This has led to her being a bit of a doormat when she was younger, however, and has been trying to change that part of herself. It's extremely difficult however - who wouldn't want to help out a fellow student had definitely skipped homework for super important reasons?!

Hakuno's tendency to help in any capacity she can seems to stem from her lack of self-worth; as a mage, she falls far below the standards of her family, who were already middling to begin with. While she tries not to pay it too much mind, any setbacks to her progress can hit her pretty hard, and perhaps lead to over-zealousness. At least her time in Fusang seems to have awakened a passion for policing the streets.

* Abilities:
Element: Air - Like most of her family, Hakuno has an affinity for the Air element. Unlike most of her family, she isn't too well-versed in anything but the most basic of spells. Fortunately(-ish), her family's true specialisation hasn't escaped her grasp.
Invoked Censor - This ability is a masking spell, of sorts. It doesn't make her invisible, just so thoroughly unremarkable and forgettable that you subconsciously erase her face from memory immediately after seeing her. This effect only strengthens in larger crowds, though Hakuno lacks the skill and expertise to properly combat any spying tactics that could see through her spell. Stronger magi could also potentially see through the trickery in a short amount of time, as well.

* History:
As a magus, Hakuno was quite the disappointment when growing up. Her abilities were severely lacking in almost all areas, and progress was slow at best in regards to development. When she was fourteen, it was decided she'd be sent to Fusang for 'higher-quality tutelage'... Hakuno knew it was just a desperate bid to get some use out of her abilities as a magus. It was rather fortunate she had the aptitude to be a Master after all, and during her time in the city, has been able to find interests outside of fruitless training in magecraft, to the point she's become a volunteer enforcer. A duty she takes seriously enough to practice Justice Poses before a mirror in secrecy.

* Other: No weird memory disease shenanigans going on here. Maybe.

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"Excellent!" declared the petite girl with a smile, clapping her hands together as she did. It was quite clear she was pleased to now have a guide, which quite frankly wasn't exactly unexpected. Fusang was a large, complex, and multi-layered city with scenery that radically trained from district to district. Certainly it could get a bit overwhelming for someone who was there for the first time, wasn't it?

And yet, somehow the impression this girl gave was one that seemed to indicate such a concern was a distant second to her.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the most familiar with cellular phones," she continued, waving her hand as she spoke. "But my Elder brother teaches a class here, as luck may have it, so he should not be too difficult to locate."

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting towards the white-haired, red-eyed woman.

"So, this is your Servant, then?" she asked, "How interesting! I suppose you can count yourself lucky that she isn't the type to devour you while you sleep, hmm?"

She leaned forward, hands clasped behind her back as her eyes scanned up and down the Archer's form.

"To think, there would be a day where Servants would walk around in the open air... the mere thought of the look on those lords' faces when Fusang's development began is delightful."

@KoL

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Mihama Nanako

Just what kind of situation did BB send them into? This was absolutely some kind of criminal deal!

"I... got it!"

Nanako didn't really have a choice... she was quick to look away when Melt descended. As much as the idea of people being killed didn't appeal to her, at the same time she knew, deep down, that these people were trying to kill her. She felt a little guilty, even if she wasn't the one who would doing the deed... but it wasn't as if she had a choice. There was nothing she could do against that many people at once...

She was quick to move to the far side of the roof, scrawling a set of symbols on the metal sheets that composed it. Channeling magical energy through her body, into the sheets, jets of wind erupted beneath them, bending them sharply upwards to serve as impromptu cover, in case the did come up the stairs as Meltryllis had told her.

At the moment, all she could do was try and keep track of what was going on below.

The man that Meltryllis had descended upon barely had a chance to scream as her spiked feet drilled through his body, almost disintegrating his entire torso from the speed of his impact. What remained of his body flew in two opposite directions, the remaining thugs staggering back with a look of shock and fear.

The first shadow Servant cratered the wall with its impact, but was swift to rather unnaturally rise, body bent backwards. The others raised fists, spears, and swords as they rushed towards the Alter Ego all at once.

"Oh~?" the Servant in the guise of a young teenaged girl tilted her head, "Oh, my! That was impressive, really it was, but I'd appreciate it if all of you could remember to fight~ Thank you."

Her words seemed to remind at least those that seemed to be her allies that they had weapons. Those with guns raised their weapons and prepared to open fire. Others, those wielding mystic codes and thus more dangerous, projected thing beams of energy from the edge of their weapons, to try and strike from a distance!

As all of this happened, the Servant drifted backwards.

"I think I understand, looking at that face of yours," she commented, as she stretched her right arm out at her side, her shadow seeming to suddenly fall longer, "You look as if you could be her sister."

Whose sister, exactly, went unanswered, as reinforcements emerged from the shadow cast by the girl's arm. They were ragged, translucent phantoms, skeletal and clad in tattered kimonos, long arms tipped in sharp claws, grasping at the air. There had to be a dozen of them.

The gunfire, the sounds of magical weaponry... would perhaps reach the sensitive fox ears of a certain self-styled JK...

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

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Saber - Benienma

It was at that moment that the mysterious third party swept into the building, revealing herself to be none other than the Caster from the other day, when the kidnapping attempt had been foiled.

"Kaguya-hime?" remarked Benienma, surprised to see her once again, and here of all places. This time, the supernatural charm of the Moon Princess was less effective, mostly because Benienma had prepared herself for it the moment she realized who it was. That didn't mean it wasn't there, however. Rather that she was more capable of dealing with it.

"I didn't expect to see you here dechi," continued the diminutive redhead, "You must be the other resident attempting to access the database dechi."

She couldn't help but wonder why, but given that they would be accessing it together she supposed it wouldn't be much longer until they found out.

"Ah, Kaguya-hime," the voice of the woman behind the counter stated, "I..."

She paused for a moment, cheeks coloring as she looked at the princess, before turning away and continuing.

"I've logged your arrival. It shouldn't be much longer until you're permitted access."

Indeed, it was only moments later that the doors on the opposite side of the room slid open.

The sight that greeted the assembled girls, however, was a surprising one.

She had the appearance of a child, with incredibly pale, almost paper-white skin, large red eyes, and long, pale blue hair that nearly reached her ankles. Clad in a black and white dress, there was something strangely ethereal about her.

The fact that she was a Servant was only obvious, for this was none other then the Caster-class Aleister Crowley, one of the Servants among the city's Board of Administrators. Exactly why the famed occultist was a female child was a mystery, given there existed real-life photographs of the man when he was alive.

But that was a mystery, perhaps, for another day.

"What an intriguing bunch we have here," she began, with a smirk, "I've decided to take a break from my work and oversee your access to HECATE's database personally. I think you should count yourselves lucky, personally."

Beyond her was a grey, hexagonal hallway that lead deeper into the building.

"Now, if you'll follow me..."

@Raineh Daze

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Yuriko T. Louvyngyr

"Ah, you'll be more used to that, won't you?" Yuriko commented, patting Jack on the head as she did, "But that's not blood, it's red bean paste. When I was a little girl, I had it all the time, so I couldn't pass up the chance to introduce you to it as well."

Even after having summoned the famous Jack the Ripper for several weeks now, it was sometimes easy to forget that the child Servant was a famous serial killer. But at times, when the green-eyed girl was far more perceptive then otherwise expected, or she spoke about a far grimmer topic then anticipated as cheerfully as always, there would be flashes of her darker side.

Not that it mattered to Yuriko. Certainly, there was no denying Jack had killed people when she was alive, but so had Yuriko herself. For considerably different reasons, no doubt, but...

The child before her didn't deserve scorn.

"Taiyaki's still one of my favorite snacks, to be honest," she continued, "It's delicious!"

And so was the girl behind the counter... but alas, it was a bad time to try anything. Besides, she was attempting to court the beautiful young lady with the twin Sabers.

Daze

[Assistant]
~Suzuka~
@PKMNB0Y@VitaVitaAR
Fusang Streets

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"I bet its some mega cringe anime OP's or somethin'." She teased before even giving Mana time to reply, but whatever reply mana gave after went in one fluffy ear and out the other fluffy ear. The sound of gunfire and a...fight. Suzuka's expression soured. Not only was this near the place she was gonna be taking Mana...how the hell was she supposed to enjoy herself when someone was making that racket? Hmm...actually, maybe this could be a good opportunity.

"Change of plans, master, we're taking a detour." Suzuka grabbed Mana's hand, pulling her towards the sounds of fighting without much warning or telling Mana what they were suddenly taking a detour for. Suzuka led her through the alleyways, passing through some sort of magical barrier in the process, not really thinking much of it before coincidentally ending just on the roof of the warehouse that Melt was currently crushing some baddies to death in.

"Ugh, this place gives me bad vibes." Sounded like something bad was going on in that warehouse. A quick check of the area showed that there were likely no one in their immediate vicinity, which mean out here was likely safe enough for Mana. Still, if she kept her here then there wouldn't be any reason for her to show off how adorable and great she was - ah.

They arrived just in time to see Melt crush one of the thugs, and the other servant summon some sort of phantoms. What was she doing here? Was she just destined to keep ruining her dates with Mana? Hmph. And what was with that other servant? She caused the fur on her tail to stand on in. She was seriously bad news, wasn't she?

Well, whatever, there was a super easy solution to all of these annoying dumbos.

"Hey master, want me to use my Noble Phantasm? I'll clean these bad guys up super cool like!~" She made a V sign with her fingers and grinned playfully.

[User]
When Suzuka asked Mana what kinda music she liked, the girl had to think for a second. She'd probably make fun of her for saying anime op's but that's all she really listened to. She thought of a fake answer and hoped Suzuka wouldn't ask any more on it but... "I bet its some mega cringe anime OP's or somethin'." Suzuka had figured it from the beginning. Slightly miffed that Suzuka didn't even let her answer, she gave a small pouting face.

"Well, you didn't even let me answer." The girl managed to say confidently... It's just too bad Suzuka didnt seem to pay her any mind. Then Suzuka mentioned a change of plans and pulled her off to the backstreets somewhere! Thoughts raced through her mind! Perhaps Suzuka was going to do something to her!? N-no! Of course not! Then they passed through... Something. A barrier? How weird? Perhaps not so weird on this island but it was still something she wouldn't expect. That was, until she listened and heard fighting of some sort? Then... Ehh?! Suzuka carried her to the rooftop! She held on for dear life until she was let down. Then Suzuka asked if she could use her noble phantasm.

"Ehh!? Use your Noble Phantasm!?" Mana swallowed hard. She wasn't sure she even knew what Suzuka's Noble Phantasm was... "I'd kinda just... Prefer if you didn't..." She answered, peaking down at the servant below that she recognized from some time ago. She seemed to look slightly down, remember what happened. It caused her from giving a "no" response to the request.

[Assistant]
Running into Kaguya=hime was certainly a surprise. She was looking to access the database too? Unlike her Servant, Hakuno wasn't quite as adept at protecting herself from the Caster's powerful charm, though after a moment she could adjust to it. She bowed her head to hide the flushing in her cheeks, saying, "um, thanks again for your help!I really appreciate what you did!"
Perhaps Kaguya was here for the same reason as them, then? Though it made her curious just what kind of position Kaguya held in Fusang, it wasn't the time to enquire. They were soon led through those doors, and...

The young Master stared blankly at the small Servant that greeted them, her appearance a little unusual, and certainly adorable, but... who even was she? Hakuno couldn't connect any dots as to her identity, and asking directly would probably make her seem foolish... hopefully the girl would reveal it at some point before it became too awkward.


[System]
Random Descriptors:
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Gender: Male
Age: Older than he looks.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown

Physical Description:
Tall and deceptively thin, his physique is comprised of tightly packed muscles that grant him a level of strength that very often surprises his opponents, who are expecting to face a man reliant on speed and avoidance rather than one capable of delivering blows on par with the likes of heavyweight boxers. He keeps his dark hair cut short, usually no longer than a quarter of an inch, and tends to wear clothing that is tailored to both compliment and accentuate his tall and slender physique.

Personality Description:
No data available.

Abilities:
Willpower - More than once, he has been called the strongest man in the world, though not in the physical sense. Repeatedly demonstrating a profound ability to apply the theories of mind over matter in a very literal sense, he has come to be known by those familiar with him as a man possessing a truly indomitable will, capable of overcoming obstacles that would leave other men balking in disbelief at the sheer insanity of the attempt.
Hypercognition - David's brain is, for reasons unknown (though likely related to his possession of superhuman willpower), capable of absorbing and processing information on a subconscious level at speeds that surpass even the most powerful supercomputers. He can glance at a situation for an instant, and then correctly deduce the most likely outcomes based on a myriad of factors that most humans would fail to even notice, and indeed he himself is not consciously aware of noticing them. He can learn to speak a new language in days, perfectly mimic the movements of martial arts masters from simple observation, and discover a loophole through which to escape from nearly any trap. The instinctive nature of this ability renders it vulnerable to conscious override, and if he allows arrogance to get the better of him instead of trusting his instincts, its effectiveness can be reduced or eliminated almost completely.
Bend The Rules - Whether this is a side effect of his tremendous willpower or a separate ability altogether is unknown, but what is known is that he is capable of subtly and subconsciously bending the rules of reality in his own favor, making possible things that ordinary men could never hope to achieve and enabling him to match the feats of the peak humans of comic book lore. In addition to making him inherently lucky, it allows him to perform feats such as catching arrows mid-flight and sword blades between the palms of his hands, avoiding automatic and even well-aimed gunfire, punching holes in concrete, performing feats of accuracy and precision that can boggle the mind, and shrugging off wounds that would cripple or kill mortal men. It is this ability, combined with his immense willpower, that has kept him in his physical prime despite being well over one hundred years old.

Skills:
Martial Arts - He has spent a great deal of his life studying and training in martial arts techniques around the globe, and has subsequently developed a new style of fighting that is unique to himself, combining the traits he has found most effective from the various disciplines he's studied, both armed and unarmed, with his hypercognitive instincts to produce a style that can become nearly unbeatable if utilized to its fullest potential.
Firearms - Due to possessing an innate sense of spatial awareness and trigonometry, he is a phenomenal shot with every known firearm, having trained in the use of pistols, shotguns, rifles, and even self-propelled projectile launchers. His hypercognitive mind allows him to instinctively perform the calculations required for making very difficult or even otherwise impossible shots, such as deflecting a bullet off a surface to strike a target out of his direct line of sight or sniping a target from a kilometer away with perfect accuracy. Whether these feats are due entirely to his mind or also supplemented by his rule bending is unknown.

Weapons:
To be determined.

Character History:
No data available.

[User]
He stood at one end of the alley, left hand in the pocket of his dark blue dress pants, which matched the suit coat and vest he also wore, and the other holding a glass filled with an alcoholic beverage. An almost completely alcoholic beverage, in fact. So much so that it would have been toxic to anyone else that might drink it. To David it simply gave his throat an odd tingling sensation as it went down, just shy of a burning feeling. Good stuff.

He stood there, hand in pocket and hand on glass, simply observing the alley before him. There was no one else in it, but he had been told he could find someone here, someone that needed a lesson in manners. He'd never considered himself much of a teacher, or had much regard for manners, but today he decided he'd make an exception. He couldn't say why, maybe it was nagging feeling at the back of his mind or maybe he had just gotten tired of outmaneuvering politicians, but today he felt like he needed a good scrap. It had been far too long since he'd had one of those. All the way back in that weird maze-prison and the free-for-all whose conclusion he couldn't quite recall for some reason.

Regardless of why he was here, the important part was that he was, and so now he simply stood and waited for this mysterious mannerless being to arrive.

[Assistant]
Isa wasn't drunk, she had an insanely high tolerance for alcohol, she drank premium whisky for the burn it gave her stomach before a fight, her dad used to say you need fire in your belly before you throw down, she took a small swig and let the bottle swing back and forth in her hand. She patted herself down for a ciggarette but cursed and spat when all she found was a damp empty box crushed in her pocket.

*Fuck, wrong jeans, I don't know why I do this shit to myself.*

Isa then started to stomp a little faster in her headed direction she took a left at the street she memorised and wound up in the alley where her opponent was supposed to be.
She spotted him slouched in the distance, he was a big guy, probably could handle himself quite well too. Her dark eyes locked onto his hand which was holding some sort of drink, everyone that Isa knew that driank also smoked so she called out to him with a raspy snarl.

*Got any smokes? I'm fresh out, and the assholes on this street wont serve me any more. I've been killing for one since I left the underground man.*

She then took a slightly more relaxed and slower pace as she trotted over to him, very relaxed but definitely jonesing for nicotine.

[User]
As a matter of fact, he did have a pack of smokes. Well, pack wasn't quite the word. He reached into his jacket, no doubt going for an inner pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver case with ornate gold filigree covering both the lid and the container itself, twisted into a myriad of intricate designs. He popped the lid open with a thumb then spun the case around in his hand to face her, revealing the neat row of double-stacked cigarettes inside. They weren't any identifiable brand, but if she was as strung out as she looked she likely wouldn't care.

"By all means, help yourself."

She was quite a bit shorter than him, about average height for a female, and wore a tank top that revealed the intricate tattoo covering her right shoulder. It also revealed a fair amount of the scars that resided on her arms, upper chest, and neck. Almost as many as he himself had, though hers were definitely more pronounced. He smiled slightly at that, a distant part of his mind idly wondering if he had finally found someone like himself after so many years of being one of a kind. It wouldn't be a bad thing, that distant part of him mused, but then again, it wasn't exactly terrible being the only one of his kind either.

[Assistant]
*Much obliged big guy, not too many generous types left in this city, which would indicate you aint from around here.*

She hastily took the cigarette from his had and nodded to him in gratitude before lighting up in almost a flash and taking an indulgent drag on the smoke as it blazed bright red at the tip. It was only standing next to him she truly realised how big he was, rangy but still very solidly muscled, he had a stoic but very human air about him. She tried not to blow smoke in his face when she exhaled and decided to break the awkward silence.

*You seem like an alright dude, but you know I'm going to have to kill you right?*

her words were somewhat muffled by the cigarette in her mouth.

*Sorry, it goes above my head, my fight promoter put out a bounty on you. He said I could bring you in alive but you I doubt youd be willingly captured if you could help it.*

She finished the cigarette and stamped it out, her legs became slightly crouched and she took a few steps back, it was subtle, but any martial artist could tell she was in a battle ready stance. Her eyes were focused but understanding, she held no ill will towards this man but she was ready to kill him to take his corpse back to the undeground and collect his bounty. She didn't like it, she didnt dislike it, it was just business. But she couldn't deny the desire to scrap with a worthy opponent.

*I'm pretty handy with a sniper, I could have popped you on your way over here, but I decided to leave my guns at home, I'm a fighter after all and this is what I do. Out of respect for you as a combatant, I'm willing to leave firearms out of this. Now get ready, dont make any mistakes, the slightest misstep could cost you your life.*

[User]
Slightest misstep indeed. Like lighting up a cigarette in front of the man you're going to kill when he's holding a*very*alcoholic beverage. He knew why she was here. Someone like her wouldn't be here for any other reason, and as soon as the flame jumped off the match (or lighter, whichever one she was using), he almost casually tossed the contents of his glass at her face, right over the open flame. With such a high alcohol content, the fumes would be more than enough to ignite the drink as it passed over the flame and into her face, and the motion held no pre-existent tells. No contortions of the face, no tensing of the muscles just prior to imminent combat, just a man emptying his drink.

He almost felt bad for interrupting her like that, but this was life or death. You either took every advantage your opponent gave you, or you died quickly and painfully. He had no intention of doing the latter. None at all.

[Assistant]
Isa's reflexes were good, but she was too close to the man to avoid damage completely. The man threw the alcohol at her, and she instinctively jerked away. Sadly she wasn't able to move out the splash range of all the drink and a small amount caught her lit cigarette. The beverage was highly flammable, more than any drink, so although it was a small amount, the flames jumped at her face and neck and started to singe her collar and lip as she patted it away as she was stepping back. She was definitely open for an attack, plus she couldn't see in front of her as she patted the last flame away from her slightly burned chin.

Cute little move there you big prick, you better hope you're next attack kills me, because the honor is out of the window at this point.

[User] He moved the instant the liquid caught fire, leading with his right foot as he stepped forward and gripped the now-empty cup by its base to thrust it toward her. The blow was aimed to strike squarely on her nose, though the fact that he held the glass with the opening facing her meant that the rim would strike just above her upper lip and just below her brow, with enough force to break both skin and glass. If the glass did break, his grip on the stout base would relegate any pointy shards and jagged edges to the receiving end of the attack, very possibly blinding her in the process, and he was fairly certain his hand would remain unscathed. The same could not, in all likelihood, be said of the young woman's face. Right now he had the momentum of the fight on his side, and he was not keen on giving that up anytime soon.

[Assistant]
Isa was frantic and off balance but she was a master fighter, although she couldn't adequately defend herself in such a short amout of time, she knew it was coming and her instincts kicked in, although she was temporarily blinded, she always kept her chin tucked in as part of her experience in boxing and did so the moment the liquid hit her, with the force of a haymayker she was cold clocked with the glass that the man was holding, he was probably aiming for the lower part of her face, but because of her last minuite chin tuck the base smacked against her much harder forehead.

The impact was staggering but not unbearable the glass smashed and the first broked shard made a moderately cut right above her eyebrow and a a few of the smaller fragments cut her right ear. But there was an advantage, because of her bullheaded forehead charging stance she resisted any knockback from the dirty attack and was now ready to counter as she started to feel blood drip over her eyebrow.

Like a springboard while the large mans hand was still extended she sliped forward at a very slight angle and threw a quick but stiff jab-straight combo to the exposed body underneath the targets armpit, she would then use the angle to circle away to that same direction to hopefully create some space.

[User]
He grunted as her punches drove home into his ribs, though the blows didn't hold enough power to break the bone they were still enough to drive the breath out of him. When she stepped through and back, he followed her movement, bringing his right foot back and around to keep himself facing her. He tossed the broken cup aside as he did so, raising both arms into a loose boxer's stance, held at chin height with his head tucked as hers now was, left foot leading with slightly more weight shifted back onto his right. His breathing evened out as he watched her, noting that the cut above her eye could prove an advantage for him, thanks to the abundance of small blood vessels in the forehead. She wouldn't bleed out from it or anything of that sort, but it certainly had the possibility to obstruct her vision.

Now that she had her space, David simply took his stance and waited, idly wishing that he'd had the time to remove his jacket before this all started. It was unnecessarily constricting, and likely wouldn't survive this encounter intact. Such a shame to ruin a fine jacket.


[System]
CS:

Race: Satyr

Position: Servant of the Fall Court

Age: 724, He keeps close track

Personality: Lositay appears rather laid back in his endeavors. He has been offered higher ranking positions within the Fall Court, but he noticed many years ago how that can paint a target on ones back. He's much more interested in getting his way through deceit, even of the other Fey. He is very observant and is quick to even notice ones second glance at another. Lust is his favorite weapon and emotions are wonderfully twisted to his desires. Though this may be easy with humans, deceiving the Fey is another game altogether. Lost is always on his hooves making sure to appease the King Tegvan. He does his best to remain in his good graces, lest he punish him with iron, or even worse, take a ranking position in the court.

Appearance: Lositay is a very handsom Fey and has been the object of Lust on several occasions. He is very quick to accept such feelings and just as quick to crush them afterwards. He has straight long black hair and long smooth goatee as well. His pointed ears poke out through horns that curl around them. Only his right ear is pierced, and it was done as a sign of servitude to King Tegvan and to the Fall Court. He never wears a shirt and if necesary will wear a coat or armor. He has tattooes of lights that cover his body and some have noticed they can move as well. He does wear arm bracers and a pendant, but these don't serve much purpose. He just likes the way they look and feel. He never wears pants either, but the goat fur is normally enough to keep him modest. His goat legs are covered with thick white fur, ending with hooves on the end. He has a belt pouch that he keeps on him to carry his flute and various other necessities. He does love playing his flute and is said to be able to cause quite a bit of emotion with it. Some do notice a change in the pendants color as he plays, but no one's sure if it means anything. His tail oddly begins white and slowly tapers off to a black at the end of it. He has full control of it, but rarely ever uses it for anything, so it ends up hanging between his legs most of the time.

Background: Lositay has been working efficiently under the rule of King Tegvan for hundreds of years. He wasn't to privy to actual work. He was very competetive though. He was often in the realm of the Spring and Summer fey toying with their emotions like clay in his fingers. Their whimsical and romantic nature an easy target for him to play. He has won the Kings prizes many times, but he still loves all of them very dearly. Most of his winnings are kept in his home, but a few he carries with him at al times. His first and greatest prize was his flute. Overjoyed he practiced it night and day for weeks until he was a skilled flutist. Still happy with his prize he burst out of his home and continued to play for a few more weeks thorughout the realm. A few of the other prizes help him with his games as well. Lost has ventured over the Winter realm a few times as well. Searching for a harder targets, he certainly found them. Those of the Winter court had a different type of love for their work, that Lost had only just begun to figure out how to use. Tegvan has only used Lositay's name once. Lost had been spending a good amount of time in the other realms and Tegvan wanted to be sure Lost was a loyal servant. Lost told Tegvan a lot about the other realms and he wanted to make sure Lost wasn't telling them of the Fall realm as well. The moment his name was used Lost's heart dropped into his chest. He felt like a child under the hand of a monster. At Tegvan's request he explained that he never told any of the details or secrets of the Fall realm. Lost's heart returned and began to beat happily as the king gave him two piercings and earings to symbolize his servitude to the Fall Court and to the King himself. Lost continued his work for the King and was offered ranking positions within the realm, but he enjoyed what he did and Tegvan allowed him to continue his games and work.

Name: Ardaie Loreious
Race: Half siren, half yokai
Position: Ruler of Spring Court
Age: She'll never tell, but she looks to be around 22. (Approx 5000)

Personality: On the surface she seems to be a flirty and fun person, but this is only a facade. She is a cunning and is very good about getting to know anybody who may be a threat to her kingdom, and dealing with them swiftly, either through execution, or reeducation. Her kingdom is perfect because of this, as she would never settle for anything less. Everybody in her kingdom is safe, has a job that's simply perfect for them, and is perfectly content, and if they aren't they certainly don't voice it. Underneath her mask, she is manipulative, cold, and perhaps one of the most evil creatures you could imagine.

She would describe herself as looking like a fairytale princess, and even for her vanity, she'd be pretty close. She's tall with fair skin, deep purple eyes, and straight golden hair. She often is seen in garish dresses, similar to what'd you expect a small girls doll to wear. Besides that, she's surprising physically fit, enough so that she could defend herself if the need arose.

Background: Ardaie has been around for a very long time, but suffice to say, the Spring Kingdom was very different when she was created. She was born as a slave to the royal family at the time, and she caught the wandering eye of the King. As it would turn out, Ardaie was born with the rare gift of a Silvertongue, or the ability to wrap others around her finger by talking to them. This coupled with her beauty allowed for her to eventually stage a not so hostile takeover of the kingdom in which the King executed his previous wife, and named her Queen. From there, it was very simple to get the king to give her complete and total power over the kingdom, at which point the former king soon found himself no longer useful, and was promptly poisoned. Now the sole ruler of her kingdom, she would enact massive reform, heralding in a new, and obviously much better era. One thing was that she made slavery illegal, which was initially very unpopular, but all the opposers would end up either changing their mind, or losing their head. This sort of thing would continue for all reform she put through, be it getting rid of discrimination based on social class, or setting up a system in which everyone has the job best fitted to them, until all opposition faded away, and everyone was happy, or too scared to speak out.

[User]
Ama beamed at the little human girl. Seeing her sometimes made her wish she could have children of her own. Stroking the young girl's back, she gently kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry, little one. We will go see your Ba Ba."
Hearing the girl's stomach, she knew right away that Lyra was hungry. Looking around, Ama spotted a fruit tree. Though it was bare of fruit. She strode over to the tree, Lyra in her arms. Placing her hand on the tree, Ama made a branch lower down towards Lyra's face. Within a minute, a flower began to blossom, then quickly turning into a piece of fruit. She plucked the soft, fuzzy fruit from the branch and handed it to Lyra.
"Eat, little one. I can hear that little rumble in your tummy."
After giving her the fruit, Ama wondered if she should take Lyra to the King. She knew he was away at the meeting and it could pose a risk to Lyra. But after thinking over the consequences, Ama decided to make her way to the meet. She could protect Lyra anyways.

[Assistant]
Bayen took the time to clean his fingernails while the Raven was speaking "Greatings one whom dose not give a name to give." He smirked slightly, of course he had little time to say much else. He had been in the Far world long enough to understand what a distasteful act looked like. Quickly grabbing Jessalyn by the shoulders and pretty much swapping places with her, note that he did not get tangled with the dog, he got covered in snow and ice.

With a scoff he turned his deep blue eyes towards the Fae his general mindset changed no longer playing silly, he had been seen through anyhow "One dose not know the uses of others until that person can whiteness the acts. Dose a mighty eagle not start as a hatchling?!" He reprimanded her, at this he turned to the woman infront of himself refusing to shake the snow off. Steadeing his voice he stroked her shoulder comfortingly "You are no longer in the realm of mortals, you are now in the lands of Fae, more specifically the winter court." His words felt inadequete as they left his lips so he continued "You are safe with me for now, but she is right, I need to find a way to make you seem useful to my queen. I wish I knew a way home, not for myself I like it here." He paused letting go of her. He got the idea that letting go might not have been the best of actions, but for now it would have to do.

He turned full body towards Raven and stopped, he noticed a single soul, but he did not act on it. Anything that was going to be malicious would have pounced by now, and then it dawned on him. Bursting with laughter he nearly doubled over "I see now, you are the bitter one Raven, I'm sorry about your family. Though perhaps that is why that one over there is not appro-... No, the two in this area... But seeing as neither of us are dead you have not been compensated for us..." he trailed attempting, and failing, to not enter into deep thought.

He had been overly sincere about his appology, though people died all the time. He shook his head a bit of snow coming off of him "Now it is a pleasure to meet you... I hope that next time we may have a drink together. I think you might be a match for me." He said becoming his normal self again, and throwing off her previous actions as though she were taking life out on others. Then again if he were in the same position what would he manage to do? He sighed again getting rid of depressing thoughts.

of Seraphs @Belle

[User] "Sounds to me that I'm more like a pet than a slave then." Max rationalized, and actually smiled a bit. It didn't sound too bad, the way Grim was describing it. "What kind of things will you expect me to do then? You haven't captured me for my well being have you?" He pointed out, and kept following after the man. It was at that point he realized that he couldn't stop following him. If he tried to stop, his legs ignored him. He then remembered that this fae told him to follow. He had obeyed an order he didn't even realize he was given, and he was still obeying, even though he wanted to stop. He wanted to keep talking, but he felt his voice catch in his throat. He was too encapsulated by shock and fear to form words.

[Assistant]
Ama looked stopped when she heard the new voice. She looked over at what appeared to be another fae. A little taken back that she was not noticed, her emotions were sent to the trees close by, making them twist and turn.
"She is fine where she is." Ama said, a bit peeved.
Her skin thickened with bark, but swelled back down. She shouldn't be mad. The fae did nothing wrong. Sighing, she looked back at Lyra.
"She is under my protection. So she is safe. I don't believe I have seen you before..."

[User]
Lost hadn't taken this path in a while. He forgot how beautiful it was. He was always getting caught up in the affairs of other fey as of lately. He felt like he was at an awkward age where he had enough power to be feared by most, but many were still above him. The beautiful scenery and Tarani's calming presence helped him to relax and lower his gaurd some. He would never fully let it down though. That was just folly waiting for disaster in his mind. "Well Anya, I try my best to remember every name I am fortunate enough to hear as well. I have never realy met you, but just heard of you. You seem much more calm than the stories."

Lost knew of the broken promises all too well. He had never been foolish enough to do that himself. The most serious of punishments lied in wait for liars, and he had taken advantage of that for other fey and humans as well. He was more self-centered than this noble Earth Nymph. He still served Falk loyally, but only as much as he had to, or as much as was convenient for him. Anya now asked a troubling question. Yes if he was eager to give his life in name of the King then he would have confronted them immediately, but he was merely looking for some fun today.

"I was sitting in that tree when she happened underneath of it. A lot happens at the gates between realms. As for the other fey, I didn't think they were so dumb as to mess with the King's girl. Should they have tried any harm I would have intervened, but if they merely took her with them, I was going to follow and lead the King or one of his Legions to them. Although with your arrival none of that mattered, I knew none of them could sense me, but I suspected you would have. So even if they had engaged you I would have joined you in their crushing as well. As for their relationship, that is another story. It really does baffle me, but I would never do anything against the King. His way is his own. Whether I understand that way is completely irrelevant."

Turning the conversation from himself, he asked Anya a question. "And what about yourself? Why are you so eager to defend the King and his possessions?"


[System]
Designation: CC-1313

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Race: Human Clone

Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis.

Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor.

Affiliation: GAR

Rank: Clone Commander

Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line.

Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits.

Other:
Quirks:
-Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival]

The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops
24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army

First Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Second Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Third Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

[User]
Ruhk had been patiently waiting for whatever Windu's signal would be. The flight to Geonosis had been quick, but not being the greatest pilot had put master Ruhk Pic in one of the RTT's, and despite his only average pilot skills wished he had control of his own fate. But he had faith in the pilots, and he was right to, they got through the dogfight virtually unscathed.

The quiet approach had been a bit nerve-wracking, but master Windu's abilities were never in doubt. Now all that remained was Windu's signal. Suddenly the bright purple Saber appeared on the balcony next to Dooku, "I suppose that's it" Ruhk chuckled as he threw off his cloak, jumped into the arena and activated his blue lightsaber, adopting a defensive Soresu stance, fully expecting blaster fire. Shortly Geonosians descended, and brought the fight he was expecting. Quickly switching to Juyo stances, Ruhk cut down three bugs that got a bit to close before charging a group of four or five more wielding there strange Geonosian blasters. Quickly dispatching them a larger group, ten or more of them, landed in front of Ruhk aiming blasters. Ruhk let out his force enhanced Ithorian screech, and shredded the Warriors like so much paper, seeing as it could shred plasteel the Geonosians didn't stand a chance.

Suddenly battle droids emerged, flooding the arena. Though easily destroyed their numbers were daunting, and Ruhk had to cut down quite a few, switching between Juyo and Soresu stances, chopping and deflecting blaster fire as was required. Suddenly the druids and Geonosians ceased fire. Dooku implored the surrounded jedi to surrender, which none would. Ruhk hoped there would be help very soon, and then the clones arrived.

[Assistant]
The droids stopped firing and the voice of Dooku resonated through the arena. He bid them surrender, something none of the Jedi were prepared, or willing, to do. Aren had been fighting for a long time, by this point, he had grown tired, but was not willing to surrender. He would rather become one with the force than fall so low. Arven, thought that there was no hope for their survival - then the gunships arrived.

There were thousands of clones arriving in drop ships. Master Windu must have taken out their defenses, that could be what kept everyone waiting. The gunships created a perimeter around the surviving Jedi, landed and flew them away to the battle outside of the arena. Arven shared a gunship with Masters Fisto and Mundi. No one spoke casually as they flew to the nearby battle.

The gunship landed in a cleared space, near a few tanks and other gunships. The three Jedi stepped out and were greeted by a clone in white armor with yellow markings. "Sirs!" The clone saluted, "I'm Commander Stone, we have three companies awaiting your command." Aren and the other two went their separate ways.

[User]
"Twenty one minutes." A familiar voice spoke, it was his voice. CC-1313 sat in the LAAT/i gunship with about 29 other troopers. "I heard the about the hell you rose in the armory. A brave move, getting us those extra medical kits. You might get recycled for it."
"Shut it 2231, I know what I did, and the possible consequences." CC-1313 looked up at his fellow Captain, who lead the 2nd Company, 1st Battalion. "I want all of us to fly back to the RAS Valiant, those medical kits will help."
"You do realize that we're not all coming back?"
"I know. I'll do my best though." CC-1313 grumbled quietly, he went to checking the gun sights on his DC-15A.
CT-2231 stood silent, understanding the gesture. His Commander was a stubborn one, unrealistic. Yet, he felt compelled to help him, like his cause was noble. Despite everyone present being a clone of a single man, every trooper expendable, his Commander believed otherwise.

Another voice spoke, "24th Infantry Regiment, 142nd/94th Gunship Wing. You are green light." The garbled voice said. CC-1313 braced himself, he heard massive slabs of metal groan and creak, then roll open. The hangers opened and the hot Geonosian air filled the hanger. Eighty eight of his gunships flew out of that hanger, and hundreds more followed. His wings branched off to the west, going towards a cluster of CIS forces. A new objective appeared on his HUD, Destroy the cluster of three Droid Factories at Grid-22-4-56

CC-1313 stood up and yelled over the sounds of the engine, "Pilot, status! And tell me what you see over there!"
"Light enemy flak incoming. I see enemy armor and infantry near the objective."
CC-1313 turned on the communications channel to his group, specifically, his regiment and the two gunship wings. "94th Wing, drop your troops 700 meters south. Third and Fourth Battalion, you'll have to run to the objective. 94th Wing, then cover the 142nd's approach, target triple-A and armor, then EI, priority in that order. The 142nd will be hot-dropping First and Second Battalion 500 meters away from the objective, southern approach. First and Second Battalions are to hold position until the Third and Fourth arrive. Gunships, provide air support to our attack. How copy?"
The wing leaders repeated their orders back, then the battalion commanders. CC-1313 nodded in approval, "Good, commence operation."

He heard the gunship engines growl and the center of gravity shift. Soon after, the gunship doors opened and the orange sands filled his view. Dozens of LAAT/i's were around his, dodging flak fire. One group dropped their altitude and CC-1313 saw infantry pour out of the gunships below. That meant they were roughly 700m away from the factories, and below them was the Third and Fourth Battalions. Seconds later, his own gunship dropped in altitude. Stopping only about a meter away from the ground, he jumped out of the gunship and looked above. The 94th Wing flew onwards to the factories, their missile launchers firing HE and HEAP missiles at the targets he designated, their lasers blazed away at whatever they could fire at. He then looked at the area in front of him. Cover was decent, large rocks were everywhere. This was a relatively easy operation, CC-1313 thought. "Take cover!" He heard CT-2231 yell. CC-1313 ran and planted himself onto a rock when the gunships that dropped him off took off.

It took several hours, but the Regiment, with the air support provided, was able to successfully plant the charges and detonate them with minimal casualties. Destroying the factory. No new orders came in, instead they were put on standby. A superior opened a channel to CC-1313.
"Be advised. You and your regiment will be assigned a Jedi, this Jedi will be your superior officer."
CC-1313 stood dumbfounded for a moment, the only word he managed to say, was a loud and resounding, "What?!"
The thought of an inexperienced Jedi leading his troops struck dread into the Commander. Needless to say, he was not happy about this decision.


[System]
Race: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance:
 Alec is overall an average person. Medium build, shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and scar above left eyebrow

Clothing/Armor:
 He keeps a clean appearance for being a rogue. He wears a light set of black leather armor with an old once black hooded cloak which now looks grey. On his vest he keeps 5 throwing knives on each side of the vest opening. His main weapons which are two daggers rest one on each hip. He travels pretty light so he dresses pretty minimal. He does have a small

Weapons:
 2 one-foot long daggers with dragons etched in the hilts and sheaths. He does also carry a sword for bigger fights. On his vest he keeps a total of ten throwing daggers.

Skills:
 He is a beautiful killer specializing in light quick dagger attacks. When hidden in the shadows if a target is within a reasonable distance he will use his throwing knives. His favorite move involves a three motion attack. The first blow hits the stomach then he steps behind and tries to hit the spine with one hand while the other goes through the back of the neck.

Alignment:
 Neutral. He keeps an opened mind about literally everything as long as the ends justify the means.

Backstory:
 Harrow was born to nobility but never fit in with his family. He spent most of his time training with swords but he found his real love for daggers at a young age. He spent much of his childhood creeping around and trying to make himself disappear. He got so good at not being seen that children stopped wanting to play with him because it almost wasn't fair as it was impossible to find him.

 His teenage years is when he really become an expert in the ways of the rogue. His skills preceded him and was contacted by the local thieves guild. He trained with his mentor in the guild for 3 years before they started using him for jobs. He never questioned his orders and followed them perfectly every time. However, his guildmates found out about his heritage and gave quite a lot of grief for it. He tried so hard to prove them wrong and that he belonged there. It didn't seem to matter whether he could pull off jobs others in the guild couldn't, he never got the respect that he deserved.

 He moved on to do freelance work whenever it came his way. He never stayed in a place too long before moving on. He didn't like getting close to people anymore to avoid the mistake of trusting them. He hoped his feelings toward others could change but only time will tell.

[User]
The general feel of the current conversation seemed that everybody wanted to make their way to the apothecary shop. Xusin's mind went to fear. Would the apothecary requir payment? She had no money of human currency yet though! She had fallen off the boat long before recieving payment for her swabbing. Thusly, Xusin's brain raked up a different thought, to save herself from a possibly expensive medical bill.

"Arent you supposed to buy a lady a drink before inquiring her medical records?" Genius! A few minutes, maybe even a full hour in there and I can get back to the boat. It was a shame this man frightened her so. Xusin loved humans, but this one had such a pressing and assertive personality that it wa actually intimidating! She needed to find a way to free herself from his captivating effects long enough to thibk out what she needed to do.

Then again... What did she need to do? She had long since run from Jaltheor, and didnt have a personal agenda to fullfill.. Sooo... "Id be glad to join you for one or two after the four of us go to the apothecary." Genius yet again. I just wont leave myself alone with him. With the four of us together, there ought not to be too much trouble... Hopefully. But... Xusin's pupiless eyes settled upon the newer man, whose name she didnt know, though it was impossible to tell she was looking at him. This brought to mind, she didnt know ANYBODY's names, accept of coarse edict, the... Hunter. Cold shivers ran down Xusin's spine as she thought of what he might hunt.

My hand does sting a bit from the salt and all.

[Assistant]
Tirarrian stood up, which bought her up to the new man's waist

"If we go into the bar I can get some alcohol to disinfect the wound. Correction; wounds. I'm no doctor, but I should be able to apply some bandages and clean the wounds."

The Gnome looked towards the lady. "Can you walk?"

[User]
Cassius Dennis

Being zoned out of the conversation of the three individuals. Cassius only knows that the viscous looking man had a mouth to him, the Gnome was a bit squeamish and the woman was an oddity. His arm started to bleed profusely again Deeper than I thought huh. The city gave of a feeling of closeness and Cassius could only smile at the rather homey feel. He even noticed a few just talking and teasing one another, Cassius had only been around people who distrusted and greed in their eyes, though he never really minded, it was a nice change of pace.

Snapping out of his thoughts was the Gnome lady talked about disinfecting the wound with bottle, and with her asking the other lady if she could walk. "Oh, my name if any of you are wondering, my name is Dennis, Cassius Dennis. Nice to meet you." he said to them while doing a swift and rather deep bow. "I am just looking for worthy swordsman to test my skills."

[Assistant]
~Jason~

He watched the woman snatch the bread with resigned horror. That was a gift for Sir Joffridus... how could she… He looked on sadly as her greasy lips wrapped around the bread.

But then his pointed ears suddenly perked up when he felt a strange presence. It drew all of his attention, and he didn't hear whatever else the two said. He turned directly to see her, by the merchant's stand, not noticing that he was staring. She was intimidating, but not scary, and was staring back at him with piercingly beautiful eyes.

As Joffridus and his companion began to move towards the docks, Jason hesistantly plodded along after them, still peering over at Isabeau.

@Ryciera @Plecy

[User]
She couldn't peel her eyes from the boy. Something shook inside her, shook her down to her very core, forcing goose pimples to rise from her flesh. There was something about this kid. She had no idea what it was, but she could feel it. He was different somehow, and it wasn't his half-elf heritage or his seemingly inability to speak.

She didn't realize she was staring and even more that he was staring right back at her, it was as if she was lost in his gaze, contemplating what it was she was actually looking at.

It wasn't until they turned towards the docks that her gaze broke from his. Her face reddened and for that one brief moment, she felt afraid. She was her lands greatest assassin, killed countless during her employment in the Guild. She was skilled at being cold and calculating, despite the passion burning inside her. And yet, here she was, only a shell of that woman, as fear crept into her veins. Not of the boy persay, but of the unknown, of what she felt from him.

Was it her destiny to follow? She didn't usually care much for that word. She believed in making her own destiny. But she couldn't help the feeling, the one that had been gnawing at her since she first saw the trio. And so, without any care of being discovered, she followed them.

@Ryciera @Plecy

[Assistant]
"Righ', righ'." she shuffled along behind the two, making sure to keep the child between them. A hand idly went to her pocket, sliding in and touching the brass knuckles for assurance. She still felt eyes on the back of their heads, but dared not turn and look. An unsettled silence overcame her while she walked. She forced the worry from her mind and let her gaze briefly drop to her boots,

"Figger s'a nice shep, yeh?" were they still being followed? The girl struggled hard to listen for footsteps, but aside from her own, she couldn't distinguish the differences between a potential stalker and the stream of passers by. Her attention floated to the back of Joey's head, then past him, trying to discern where they were going. She stole a glance about the area, to the right, briefly behind-- oh shit, they were there!

She picked up the pace, brushing past the boy to return to Joey's side. Her voice fell softer than usual, but loud enough for the child to pick up if he was attentive, "T'the aft. Think a bravo?" a quick bat to his arm, "Don' look 'less yer quick, yeh?" her hands returned to her pockets. Why would someone be pursuing them? Did they know the plan? Could they take them if it came down to it? A thought crossed her mind, "Think they got sommit un'erneath that there cloak?" She fought back the nagging feeling that she'd seen metal somewhere on the woman, chalking it up to be a bracer or a buckle. No one would carry a weapon in broad daylight, would they?

Her gaze floated to the sword at Joey's hip--an answer to her own question.

[User]
A Walk Among the Questions

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Annoyed, Edict quickly says, "M'lady, you need a doctor.", and gently but briskly picks Xusin up, fireman style.
"If you guys want to come then come the fuck on," Edict yells over his shoulder at the gnome and man as he walks toward Maria's Medicines and Sundries.

The Witch Hunter quickly decides to use these few moments alone he has with Xusin.
"Xusin,", he says quietly , looking down onto her face, "I know who and what you are. But don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need to know why you are here... And how? Did someone summon you?", he finishes the sentence calmly, trying to be as sincere as possible.
@The Fated Fallen@notdeadyet

[Assistant]
"Finally, land!" is all that Harrow could think as he stepped off of the boat on the docks. He first thought was that he was on a mission and shouldn't be around here any longer than necessary. However, he saw a tavern not far from where he stood "Well a quick pit stop never hurt anyone" he said to himself as a crooked smile crawled onto his face. He entered the Ugly Mug quickly and quietly not wanting to draw much attention to himself. He sat down at a small table not far from the bar hoping to hear any tips that could help him complete his mission. If nothing else some ale would really hit the spot. He ordered a pint and slowly savored the delicious liquid gold.

 He sat for quite a while before his ears perked up as a woman two tables behind him started talking. "I heard he went into hiding after they put the bounty on him." "Well he shouldn't have messed with the family at least not one with deep pockets." The man at the same table stated as he drank from his mug. Harrow was sure they meant his mark. The whole reason he was here was to find him and bring him to the Montiff family alive. He had no idea what he had done. All he needed to know is it was bad and he has a job to do. He finished his ale and payed his tab. He slowly got up and headed toward the two that were just talking.

 "Excuse me I couldn't help but overhear what you two were just talking about a minute ago. Any chance you were talking about Blayne Amberglove?" They stared at him for what seemed like forever. "I take it you're looking for him?" she said clearly annoyed. "That is correct and the quicker I find him the better." They both looked at each other and he nodded towards the woman. "I don't know for sure where he is but his sister Jadelyn works not far from here at Maria's Medicines and Sundries." she said. "Thanks for the information I greatly appreciate it." Harrow said as he started toward the door.