[System]
Age: 4 years old
Looks:
Position in Pack: Alpha Female
Personality: A bit temperamental and not trusting of anyone outside of her pack, she can however be gentle and kind to those in her own pack when they need her. She firmly believes that the needs of the pack should always be put before the needs of any individual member.

[User] Misty listened to him say that they should move, and she felt that it was probably the best idea. Sure, there was plenty of food here, but the risks were too great with humans around. They would be safer elsewhere, and maybe they would be able to have pups then when they were safe. She smiled and nodded. "I think that's a good idea. There is no point in staying where it's not safe. It's only a matter of time before the humans find us."

[Assistant] "We were just going back." Renzo replied to Amber. He walked past Amber and whispered, "Explain to Lila everything later." He then stopped once he was a good foot away from the she wolves.

[User] Lila nodded and turned to head back with Renzo, thinking over this new information. Now what would they do? She looked up as Amber came running and watched the small exchange. "Come along, we need to see if I need to call off tomorrow's hunt," She said.

[Assistant]
Renzo led the two back to the dens but as he continued down the path, he noticed a weird contraption. It was made of the same sharp, hard rocks the tube-like things held but this time it was shaped into a... mouth? It was opened wide with sharp teeth-like things on every end. He became cautious as he picked a rock up using his mouth and dropped it onto the contraption. The opened jaws snapped closed which made Renzo back up.

"Interesting." He muttered to himself. This was probably from the humans. He looked at Lila and Amber and motioned them to hurry up as he, himself, sped through the forest and into the dens in hopes to see either Postremo or Misty.

[User] Lila had sped up to be closer to Renzo, also dropping her body slightly to the ground and closer to any bushes. She generally did this out of habit since her white coat was fairly easily seen, especially since it was a full moon. She cocked her head when she spotted the odd thing and then jumped as Renzo set it off with a rock. "It's like teeth without an animal," She said.

[Assistant] "Indeed." Renzo replied before picking up his pace once more and now in the clearing where their dens were located. He slowed down to a stop and looked back to make sure nothing else was following them.

[User]
Amber stopped at the strange object and gingerly lowered her nose to smell it. It had a small assortment of strange and foul smells, but the most overwhelming smell was the human scent that lingered over the whole thing. There were faint traces of its past victim's blood. She smelled many different bloods on it, even tiger blood.

Amber didn't want to guess for what or how it was used exactly, but she could tell it wasn't lying around by accident. She backed away from it and quickly caught back up to Renzo and Lila as they continued heading back to the rest. "That wasn't there before, was it?" Amber observed, "I think we would have noticed it sooner. When do you think they went through here?.."

[Assistant]
Klondike caught up with Amber and the others with her, having followed their scents. He also smelled some unfamiliar scents. Blood.

"Hi guys! What'd I miss?"

[User] "When indeed." Renzo said, frowning as he thought ahead of it. The humans got this far then that means they are in danger of being exploited. "I need to talk to Misty and Postremo." He said, standing up and heading for the Alpha's den and passing by Klondlike without hearing what he said as he was too focused on thinking.

[Assistant] "A great deal I'm afraid," Lila said, stopping in the clearing.

[User] "So, what's been happening, Lila? I'm happy to help" Klondike replied.

[Assistant] Misty left the den and went out to greet Renzo, Lila, and the others and tell them of the decision that she and Postremo had come to. She wasn't sure how well it would go over with the others, but hoped that they would all understand.

[User]
Amber listened intently to the idea Misty was presenting. She didn't know how she felt about leaving her home, but it was easily the best option they had at this point. If the pack confronted the humans... Well she didn't really want to think about what might happen. One thing was for sure, there was no escaping that situation if they hung around any longer. Every time they found evidence of humans, it was closer to the pack. It wouldn't be long before the humans simply walked into the clearing.

"I think Misty's right," Amber put forward her opinion, "We found some kind of trap left behind by humans. It was even closer than the track I had found earlier."

[Assistant]
Renzo looked at Misty and bowed his head as respect before looking at her again, listening to the explanation on their idea. This was their home but they could easily make another one. This place may have held his memories but it was needed. The humans are getting closer... and closer to the point where he feels restless.

"Indeed." Renzo said, nodding at Amber. "We are in immediate danger and the relocation won't be so bad. But the question is, where would we go? We need to have a place in mind before setting off."

[User] Lila listened to the plan, but unlike the others she didn't want to consider leaving. "So that's it? We're just going to leave our home?" She asked. "There's no way to know we'll find a place that is like what we have here or that there will be any place for us at all. What if we run into other packs or the tigers?"

[Assistant] "If we stay there is even more danger," Misty said to Lila. "Tigers and other packs are easier to avoid than humans. And we know for a fact the humans are here. I would rather deal with the unknown then the dangers that are very real and very close."

[User] "If we run into tigers, we have to gang up on them one at a time. Tigers don't hunt in packs as we do, so it will be several of us and one of them at a time. Even so, that's no excuse to get overconfident" Klondike explained, baring his fangs at the thought of the fighting he would have to do if it came to that.

[Assistant] "And then what happens when one of us is injured? We couldn't travel until they had healed or in the worst case died. No, if you want to leave then go ahead, I'm staying here and fighting to keep my home," Lila said, turning and going to her den.

[User] "Lila-! Oh, fine" Klondike replied. "This is not a time for us to be divided" he said to the others. "We're stronger as a pack. That's what we do! We're not lone wolves!"

[Assistant] Renzo kept quiet and looked at Lila as she left. What a stubborn wolf... He then turned his gaze to Klondlike as he spoke up. "You're right, we can't be divided at a time like this but it is her own choice." He then looked at the forest entrance. "We can stay and fight but that would lead to more injuries but what if we go back here?" He asked Misty. "I'm pretty sure that the humans will leave sooner or later so we should just find a temporary home and stay there for a moon or two and then head back here." He suggested.

[User] "And just where would that be? "Klondike asked. "Even if we ran away to find a temporary home, some other pack would just move in on our territory while we are gone. That, or we might not find another territory. In any event, it's too big of a risk. Besides, we've never cut and run before, have we?"

[Assistant] Another good point risen and nothing to counter it with. Renzo literally couldn't think of anything to counter that statement. But he knew full well that they can't dwell on what ifs. Suddenly, an event, similar to this one, hit him so suddenly. The leader and himself was talking about moving away from this home. Renzo insisted on staying because of the dangers that would arise if they left. The leader refused it but Renzo managed to convince him to stay here. 'I forgot that it isn't the first time we've gone through this.' He thought to himself. He looked at Klondlike. "You raise a good point there Klondlike. I must say that staying here would prove to be a good idea. We managed to stay here with the danger of humans before, why can't we do it now?"

[User] "I have an idea!" Amber exclaimed suddenly. "For the next hunt, we can do some scouting too! We'd look for a spot we can settle down in, and we can sniff out any danger. That way, the entire pack doesn't have to move before we make sure its safe!"

[Assistant] "We have to do what is going to be best for everyone in the pack," said Misty after listening to what everyone had to say. She turned to Amber. "I think you have the right idea. I want you to go out with Klondike and see if you can locate some food as well as somewhere safe for us to stay at least until the human threat has moved on. We don't know if they're just passing through or mean to stay for awhile. We need someplace that is more defensible and easier to hide in. Okay?" She then started to walk over to Lila's den, hoping to talk to her sister. She poked her head inside. "Lila? Can we talk?"

[User] "Got it. Alright, Amber. I guess it's us again" Klondike said, resigned to his task. "If we really must retreat, fine, but I am not going to a fallback position unless the danger absolutely forces us" he said, speaking aloud so all present could hear. "Even so, I suppose there is no harm in scouting one out, just in case."

[Assistant] "Now that that's settled..." Renzo walked back to his den and looked at something he took from the humans years back. It was the tube-like metal thing that they use. He has been examining it for a long time yet nothing... nothing came out which greatly disappointed him.

[User]
Klondike's ears bent back and he got out of the tube's path, clearly shaken by it.

"Careful where you point that thing!"

[Assistant] "Don't worry, it's not going to fire." Renzo said as he stood up once again. "It never has before." He continued before looking lazily at it. "But we need to know how the humans use it so that we can create a strategy against it."

[User]
"How can we?" Amber said irritably. "They look at us, they point it at us, we die."
She really didn't like that... thing around, even if there was no human to hold it. Even if it had never fired before, it looked extremely dangerous. It simply looked dangerous; she couldn't trust it. She shook her head and turned to Klondike, "Should we go now, Klondike? What direction do you want to try for first?"

[Assistant] "Let's go north, first" Klondike suggested, not sure of which direction to take. Still, he didn't know of any dangers in that direction.

[User] Lila curled up in her den, keeping her back to the entrance. Her ears flattened and then perked up slightly when she heard Misty. "Not if you're going to try and convince me to leave."

[Assistant] Misty realized that it wasn't going to be easy to convince her sister, maybe even impossible. "What are we supposed to do if the humans come here looking for us then? Do you really expect us to fight against them even though it might mean many of us will get hurt and likely die?"

[User] Renzo nodded at Lila as she said her part. It was true for the most part but there had to be something that could make it work. He also knew that testing it here would be a bad idea. He grabbed the tube like thing and went off to the forest, quite quietly too.

[Assistant] "There weren't that many, maybe we could get them to move on," Lila said. "Or maybe the local tigers... Wait! I have an idea!" Lila bolted upright and turned around.

[User]
"Alrighty," Amber agreed. She gave a quick glance back at Lila in worry. She had never realized how attached Lila was to their home. Amber didn't much like it either, but she knew perfectly well that leaving was their best option. She couldn't imagine how being this close to humans could be safe. She hoped Misty would be able to convince her to leave with them.

"Okay," Amber said turning back to Klondike, "we better get a move on."

[Assistant]
Klondike nodded and they went north, sniffing for any danger and to find a good spot. After about an hour, Klondike found a little cave. Its entrance was just big enough for a single adult wolf to enter, so they would have to go single-file when entering or leaving. The cave was nondescript and it was not obvious that anyone was there by sight, although a wolf could still smell if anyone was in it. It would be very dark in there, but it would do in the event of an emergency.

"Say, Amber? What do you think of this place?"

[User] "Hmm..." Amber approached the cave and sniffed at the air. She took a few steps further in and sniffed at the ground. "Well," She said as she turned back to Klondike, "I don't smell anything in there. It looks kind of small though." She glanced back at the cave. It was too dark to see very far in. "Maybe we should go see where it leads," She suggested.

[Assistant] "What? What is your idea?" Misty asked her sister, a bit surprised by her suddenly jumping to her feet.


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkward, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly is a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her installment as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

[User]
Maritza Verenna
 There was a funny look from the Naga as she paused mid form. "Fight a... dragon?..." There was an almost incredulous tone to Mari's immediate response as she stared down the diminutive vampire. Her eyes slowly narrowing as she realized the at least somewhat serious nature of the question. "In all seriousness, run. Though assuming that isn't an option... I can think of a few ideas." The knight serpenta paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts.

 "One, if I had time to prepare and numerical superiority through allies, I'd use ballistae or similar siege weapons to ground my would-be opponent. Attach heavy ropes or chains to the projectiles to bind them up and hold them to the ground. Then, overwhelm with numbers. Death by a thousand cuts. The naga explained, now leaning on her quarterstaff, free hand gesticulating to add to her words. "Two, if I'm by myself, engage in the most beneficial environment possible. Somewhere with enough cover to impede the dragon's movement, but not so much that I wouldn't have enough room to dodge any attempts by them to just crush me through sheer mass. Then, target their joints and other vitals. Ankles, knees, wings, eyes, etc. Do everything I can to hamper their movement and make the killing blow easier." Maritza eventually finished, seeming moderately impressed with her own off the cuff assessment.

[Assistant]
Tyaethe Radistirin

The vampire tapped her fingers against the sword, evaluating the answers as well as she could. "If I had to score you out of ten, I would say that warrants an eight. Maybe a seven, if I was to add a penalty for suggesting that running away is an option if the need ever comes up." They were knights, after all, if a dragon happened to show up where they were and attack them, the chances were extremely high that other people would be the ones doing the running away while they bought time. Or killed the dragon, as the case may be and depending on who was involved.

"Numerical superiority mostly turns into a slaughter, since everyone's movements are so constrained. Archers in particular are mostly an irritant and tend to be the first thing to face dragon fire if they mass," Tyaethe explained. "If you're on your own or extremely well-co-ordinated with a small group, you can also goad most dragons into landing by avoiding their fire for long enough. Dragons are every bit as territorial as kings; it's the main reason they spread out and start trouble. You have to go for the wings even faster then, of course."

The white-haired paladin frowned, going through a mental checklist. "Oh, magic. Try and get something to help with surviving the fire, even if most protections will burn away faster than you hope."

The real question was still why Tyaethe thought 'how to fight a dragon' was a necessary skill. "You're right that the most important defensive skill against something that huge is dodging, though. So, tell me, how good are you at that?"

From the way she lifted her sword, the reason for the tangent was more than obvious.

[User]
Fleuri Jodeau

Fleuri sat at a desk in his room, writing a letter. With the sheer potential magnitude of the crisis at hand, Fleuri had felt the desire to catch up with a few old friends, while he still had the opportunity. He had already finished writing a letter to the paladin who mentored him, and was now writing one to a friend/rival from his tournament days. He wanted to be sure that he had the chance in case something bad happened, but there was more to it. In the context of this particular letter, the threat was solid proof to him that leaving his career as a tournament competitor and joining the Iron Roses was the right choice, and he wanted to assure his friend that he was confident in his decision.

Fleuri wouldn't actually say anything about the crisis or the mission- he didn't want word of this getting out to anyone who didn't need to know- but he felt that they ought to be assured of his confidence in his choice. He wasn't even sure if or when his friend would reply, but he knew the tournament schedules well enough that the letter should at least be able to find its recipient. If anything, he at least hope that it'd ensure that they'd stay in touch even after going their separate ways.

Once he had finished the letter to his satisfaction- something that took far more time than he had expected- he folded it up, dripped wax onto it, and pressed a seal with the House Jodeau signet ring. He set the letter to the side- he would take care of the delivery later. For now it'd be wise to get some training in. More than ever, it was important that they not shirk their efforts of martial improvement.

Fleuri made his way to the courtyard, where it looked like Tyaethe was about to begin a sparring match with Maritza. Fleuri grabbed a wooden sword and began to watch, curious to see how the serpentine knight would fare. He was curious to see how deft and mobile Maritza's snake body could be, and whether or not its mass would work to her advantage of disadvantage.

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[Assistant]
Gerard Segremors

"Right," He nodded simply, breathing out through his nose as it seemed any potential offense was avoided. It was good to know she'd not begrudged the idea at all— last thing a man needed was to get under the skin of his commander. Regarding his condition... "I ought to be back up to speed in a few days."

With that established, he returned to folding the concept over in his head, eyes scanning the shelves. If his Captain hadn't considered the sides that lied outside raw legends and academia, that wasn't unforgivable—his own notions of knighthood and chivalry stemmed from the same sources through the majority of his military career, after all. It was a reminder, if anything. Just as he was new to this station... she'd barely had any more tenure under hers.

Two of a suit, if not a kind.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced back to her, shaking off a little color from her cheeks. Probably kicking herself for missing the thread his experiences had naturally drawn him to, if he had to guess— he couldn't count the number of occasions he himself had fumed similarly. But more to the point, that meant his perspective and hers sat in contrast— his way of approaching the issue differed.

Best to share that, too. It might not have helped with her immediate shame, but if fighting alongside men like Fleuri and Nicomede had taught him anything, it was that the tools would give her the means to not blank on that again.

As he ambled between the shelves, ever searching, he spoke.

"One of the things I learned was the landscape's role on the field," he spoke with a tone more of recollection than declaration or teaching. He didn't have that much presumption in him, even after the reassurance that his help was favorable. "How a battle can be shaped by it, how it directs troop flow, how you can use it to narrow your expectations ahead of time. All stuff I'm sure you know as well, but... from the perspective of a single soldier, I guess. Knowing where not to step, where our unit might get bogged down, how to read for signs of ambush. If you know a field's full of sinkholes, you skirt the edges unless you know the path."

Here, he found a potential candidate: Thaln's Locales— The Many Faces of the Homeland. A little general, and not necessarily exactly what they were going to find their information in, but he had to imagine even an overview would mention areas of hostile terrain. Places hard to reach that a shard might be hidden, or perhaps...

"My thinking's along similar lines here, I mean— That the land itself could end up being a clue. We know exposure to the shard can drive men crazy enough to kill one another from Fort Daelantine, right?" He slipped the book into the crook of his arm within the sling, wincing minutely but soldiering on. "So I'd imagine one sitting in one place for a long time... might have that curse similarly desecrate the area around it, be it a temple or a valley or whatever you like. Such places that inspire madness ought to be warned away from, even if the rest has nothing to do with the shards."

Humble origins only mattered if they turned out to lack effect. Even a stick's a weapon, if you can beat a man over the head with it.

"Anything you've come up with so far, ma'am?" he asked idly, pausing to peruse the tomes above head height behind his squint.

[User]
Maritza Verenna
 There was a momentary pause as Maritza looked at Tyaethe with her head cocked to the side. Then, a grin slowly spread across the Naga's face as she hefted her quarterstaff and gave it a twirl. "Against larger opponents? Actually quite good. Plenty of unpleasant monsters down South. Never tangled with something the size of a dragon though, so a little hard to say if I'd loose my advantage against something that big." Mari replied as she slowly began to circle the first member of the order. "Against someone as small, fast and experienced as you though? That's a lot trickier. Unlike most everyone else here, I assume you've had to face off with my kind before... and know how to do so." The naga was positively grinning like a loon now, her staff starting to disappear in a blur as it switched from one hand to the other. "Been a while since I've had to opportunity to go all out sparring."

[Assistant] "Not all that much, but it's better than nothing," Tyaethe admitted, shrugging. It wasn't as if her kind were the only things with large tails or that much of a size advantage on her, or even both. There were finite ways that a body could move without getting magical contortion involved. "I can't say that I'm much of a dragon, either, but I'll do my best to be appropriately aggressive~"

[User]
It really did come down to a difference in perspective.

Fanilly had been very young when she first learned of her position as a successor to the Iron Rose Knights' leadership. But even as a small child, she was aware something had changed. Her education took a considerably different track. She had gone from a potential candidate to a certain candidate, and one that would be needed as soon as she came of age. Matters of military, of warfare. The way to use a sword. She had gone from a noble's daughter who would never see combat to a knight-in-training incredibly swiftly.

Her perspective from her education was one that had groomed her for a leadership role. Of course she would fight on the battlefield, but she would also command her knights in battle strategy. Thus, it was not the perspective of a single soldier who must execute those commands.

No matter how embarrassing she found her failure to consider all the possible sources of information, it ultimately came down to the gap in their perspectives. And that made Sir Gerard all the more useful as a partner in searching these books for clues, didn't it?

And so...

Places of madness. Locations that could insight sudden violence or loss of sanity. Or perhaps locations afflicted with strange curses, like the withering of plantlife or the avoidance of animals.

It was in the tome that Sir Gerard had just presented, the Thaln's Locales - The Many Faces of the Homeland, that she found something that peaked her curiosity.

"Here, look here..."

Pointing to the passage in question, it read.

Brennan Forest is lush and fertile with life, perfect for the enterprising hunter or the herbalist. But one must be aware of the dangers, and one danger is particularly curious. The remains of an orcish temple, erected to some profane and wicked figure lay long abandoned in the forest's eastern reaches. While the last of its inhabitants were slain long ago, it is still considered a place of evil. It is said that dark thoughts of violence and madness can manifest in those who spend more then a few hours nearby. Of course, this place exists only in the tales of wild adventurers, so it's difficult to verify the truth behind them. But historical records do indicate an orc temple once stood in Brennan, and thus it would be unwise to remain unaware of the potential danger.


[System]
King Shark

Quote:
"GRAaaARGH"

Theme Song:
Ocean man by Ween
Alias:
King Shark, The King of Sharks, The King

Age:
Human/25 Shark/67

Powers and Skills:
Human-Shark Physiology- King Shark has many of the advantages of both humans and sharks. He has a great deal of strength, easily more than the strongest human on the planet but not nearly superman or wonder woman levels. He can lift around 2 tons with a great amount of effort but can be pushed to hit harder or lift heavier objects if sent into a frenzy. He has a great amount of stamina to complement his massive amounts of strength and also has some more natively fish like attributes such as rows of ravenous teeth, gills and the iconic dorsal fin. King can survive out of water for very long periods of time (up to a week) but has to have water in his gills at some point before that time to ensure he doesn't 'drown'. A unique bit of his physiology is his claws which are extremely sharp. He also has an amazing intellect (for his species) placing him on par with an average twenty year old human. . . generally speaking.

Swimming- MS-204 retains his shark like ability to cut through water with grace an power. He is extremely skilled at long distance swimming using a mix of his natural endowments and human swimming practices.

Weaknesses:
Frenzy- If there's a lot of blood getting sprayed around, the more bestial part of The King's mind will take over and send him into a blind flurry of aggression while further enhancing his already powerhouse of a body but also making it harder to discern friend from foe. It takes either a lot of effort or for everyone around him to be dead, to calm down King Shark.

Eye-Sight- Although its a myth that Sharks have bad eyesight, King Shark actually does to to complication from his transformation. He can see up to ten meters away before things get drastically blurry.

Personality:
The King fits the bill of gentle giant in ever regard except for the gentle part. While he normally has a pretty calm demeanour outside of combat but when it comes to fighting people can see the true ruthlessness of a shark with legs. When not fighting, King Shark's favourite pass times are swimming, reading or watching spongebob. He is always eager to correct people when they say he's a mutant human.

Biggest Claim to Fame:

How Long Have You Been in Prison:
He's been in captivity for a majority of his life.

Brief History:
King Shark was born as Marine Subject 204 in Hawaiian based government funded think tank. The goal of the think tank was to find an easier way of transferring genetic traits of one species to another. Most of the experiments ended horrifically but a few subjects managed to survive the splicing process and gained various human like attributes from the process. Eventually the whole project was shut down due to a clear lack of steady progress but most go the successful subjects were seized by the government to be used in other fields. MS-204 was one of those successful projects. Though King Shark's mutation process wasn't perfect, it was a lot better than many of his peers' transformations.

After being repossessed by the government MS-204 (nicknamed King Shark by his previous carers) King Shark was raised* to be a loyal soldier for the government's use at a future time. Recently he's been drafted onto Task Force X by Amanda Waller herself.

Notes:

[User]
My how dull

When do we get to the screaming and terror? Lady asked like a petulant child smelling cookies.

Then with a soft pouting smile turned to inspect the Male standing there (Cecil) and inhales deeply then sighs in a soft sleepy voice

You are delightfully sweet

I shall enjoy you for some time to come

Her dark eyes are back lit a soft blue that seems to shine without illuminating the face inside the cowl .

Lady so wanted to touch Cecil, she wanted to feel his heart race and taste the delicious spike of emotional drug as she startled and frightened him. She wanted to touch his face, to lean against him because they'd starved her in Arkham; she needed physical contact and because of what she is they gave her no one to touch knowing it would empower her. Goddess she wanted to touch him and to tease his excitement then perhaps frighten him a bit more.

Those were the thoughts running through Lady"s head as she fought not to lean into Cecil and invaded his personal space without touching.

[Assistant]
Cecil eyed Lady Nightmare. Was that sexual? Probably not. It was creepy, and it was disconcerting. He would have to find out what her deal was. She was some kind of meta, or maybe something mystical.

To distract himself(as he stepped casually around his storage bin to get a little bit further away from her) he powered his phone up and started making a few taps on it.

"So, hey." he addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened." He had a few guesses, but he wouldn't say anything with how little knowledge he had confirmed. "If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone," he held it up to offer it for any of the guards to take.

[User]
Ed and the Vigilante were eyeballing each other across the room after Ed made a remark about the bandanna wearing hero's old school cowboy gun spins. Lady Nightmare was stalking Cecil like a cat does a mouse, almost like she caught a buzz from the atmosphere. Only Daz and the Shark REALLY knew what the plan was. Rescuing the Prof. and his son were priority, even if it meant sacrificing an inmate or another scientist to make it happen. Daz and Waller both had devices capable of making the nanites in the criminal members of Task Force X explode. They had a few human sized hand grenades, if they needed them. Waller figured she'd go ahead and enlighten the Vigilante, who'd asked about the mission before being aggravated for his cowboy gun skills.

"The mission is simple, cowboy. Daz and Team 1 will move in and get past any security defenses and get the Professor and his son out of the panic room and evacuate them to safety. The rest of you in Team 2 will distract or destroy the creature long enough for Team 1's evacuation..." Waller explained.

"But what if we don't kill this thing? Its the size of a Greyhound bus..." the Red Ghost asked now in his hooded red and black attire.

"Then my friends in the government will destroy the lab, Mr. Stevens." Waller said with a cold look on her face.

"So, hey." Cecil addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back to the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened. If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone..." he held his phone up for any of the guards to take and one of them handed the device to Waller who stepped on the thing and broke it.

"You can have your tools, Cecil. Information is need to know, and I'm not dumb enough to give you back YOUR phone for the mission..." Waller continued on.

"Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE." Waller instructed as even the silent pink alien girl stood more at attention.

Hours later, El Paso Texas...

The team got off of a helicopter type vehicle but it looked more like a tank. Agents of ARGUS were sanctioning the area off, and there was absolutely no media covering this strange occurrence. The teams went in their own separate ways, with Team 2 going into the main part of KORD Industries' lab loud and ready to kick some ass. Very few scientists were left still hiding for their lives. Team 1 went down several hallways before coming to a stairwell. The moved down before a large blue humanoid robot came into view. Probably part of Kord's defenses. It would need to be taken down.

~KL~

[Assistant]
Lady Listened to everything said in the room an came to the conclusion that she didn't like the Female in charge; this Agent Waller. It was the air of insufferable superiority that the woman exuded and this was a condition which she couldn't tolerate; she could accept someone as an equal till they showed weakness but never a superior.

Then she heard the woman speaking to the two lackies one a Cybernetic Mowhawk and the other an Aberration of genetics either that or an act of indescrition between a skindiver and a shark.
Then she presumed to commad her and the others saying "Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE" Obviously this woman needed to be taught a lesson but tacticlly at the present time Lady understood the need to bide her time unlike those driven by Ego.

So she drifted away from the cute tasty one and appeared as docile as she was able to as she enjoyed the thoughts of Agent Waller's screams of terror.

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El Paso Texas

Goddess how Useless said the Dark Lady as she found herself operating far outside of her normal MO. She was a stealth fighter not some iggnorant Thug that used no sublty in their attack. Then to compound her trouble the foes she was to face were Robots; Fricken Robots.

Just lovely she said as she proceeded in after the meat puppets knowing that she'd have to use them as shields an hope that some life forms to draw from would present themselves

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Dazzle didn't mind the team she was assigned. In fact, for this mission she preferred them considering the alternatives. Mr. Lovecraft had useful abilities and skills, but he wasn't sure how stable he was. The only issue here was that they had no real military training, but this was a flaw almost the entire group had. When they were on the helicopter she addressed them.

"Ok now the boss isn't giving us the evil eye so let's talk if you want. As was said before I'm Dazzle but call me Daz. When we get there make sure you check your fire and watch for civilians. Follow orders and try not to die then you'll be okay." Daz knew the 'staying alive' part might be difficult considering they were walking bombs, but she would hope one of them wouldn't make a break for it. The only person she would need to watch is Cecil. It was nigh impossible to actually hack her and still live, but he was known for close to impossible cyber warfare capabilities.

When they landed the team grouped up. Dazzle unslung her rifle loaded with armor piercing rounds mostly for the robots they would encounter. They walked down the stairs and found a large Blue Humanoid Robot. Dazzle didn't have time to wonder how it survived the earlier rampage before it Identified them shouting.

"Intruder please leave the premises!"

It walked over in a quick stride an reached out to grab Dazzle. She slapped it away with enough force to dent it then put a burst of rounds into its face. She kept firing at the machine, but it jumped backwards with surprising agility. Its head twitched before a laser cannon came from its shoulder.

"Intruder is armed lethal force authorized."

"Everybody take cover!"

[Assistant] -snip-

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Isaac was silent as they boarded the transport to the compound in El Paso, Texas. His group composed of Lady Nightmare, whom had already tipped her hand, and Acid whom he had not readily noticed and continued to not notice. Instead, it seemed, they would be the loud that would let the untrained group rush in and do what they had to do, extract this professor. And that left slaughtering a technological marvel to them. Being relatively in control of his faculties during the flight, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the idea of another mission against insane odds. Or did he actually chuckle, for no apparent reason? Isaac wasn't sure, he never was, but that was hardly a concern. The fact they faced automatons, well, that hardly bothered him either, machines broke as readily as men did in the face of fell winds, casting all the mightiest constructs that would dwarf even man's lauded Tower of Babel into nothing but unseen dust.

Upon touching down, Lady Nightmare seemed to lag behind as Lovecraft took the front, casually walking into the main lobby of the compound as the other team went their own way. He had his Webley revolver in hand, and glanced around as they were entering the area. Research facility like this should have had some sort of fail safe, at least as far as Isaac considered. After all, he could not readily consider that no one ever thought that something would go wrong with experimental work. But he digressed mentally, glancing at the Lady Nightmare before making an offhand comment. "Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

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King Shark stepped out of the helicopter, rolling his shoulders as to stretch his muscles due to being cramped in the confines of the helicopter for so long. He took a long, deep breath of the fresh air since he didn't know when he'd be allowed to go outside again. After soaking in the moment, The King gladly got into character as he approached the building's door. He reached for the handle but couldn't get past the mechanical lock on the door. Rather than wait for one of the more capable members of the B-team, King Shark rammed his shoulder into the door three times, knocking it right out of the doorway. He then proceeded to enter the technologically awe-inspiring building which seemed to have seen better days.

The room that he currently inhabited showed no sign of the mechanical monstrosity that they had been briefed on but for all he knew it could be hiding in plain sight with some stealth technology or something. "Clear." The King called out to his squad members as he began to look around the room for any immediate signs of the creature.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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"You heard me," Miles grinned at Iris cheekily, getting her back for calling him a sore loser. "I stand by it. You were a rebel of Aspiria, and now you're a rebel of rebels. It's fitting." He couldn't tell at all if she was reciprocating his playful flirting or if she was just teasing him in a friendly manner. She was too personable to differentiate between the two. However, she had yet to push him away when he'd sat beside her on the sofa, so he took it as a green light to keep making an effort without pushing her boundaries too much. Besides, it was amusing to poke fun at her. She was a good sport, and she return each verbal blow with a swing of her own that only egged him on.

Meanwhile, Caspian felt restless as he watched one of his closest friends sidle up to Iris so comfortably. He wished he could just say something to ward Miles off, but his tongue was tied as long as they were trying to keep their relationship—or what was left of it—a secret from everyone else. Additionally, he was no longer certain if it was even his place to tell other men off from her at all. If she had decided that she wanted to test the waters with someone else, he couldn't stop her.

He averted his gaze uneasily. They had exchanged 'I love you's at the rebels' prison, but what if it had just been the heat of the moment to her? In retrospect, they hadn't been together for very long, so their ties to one another weren't very deep. Maybe all it had taken was one week apart for her to decide she wanted to be with someone else. Of course, it was also possible that he was overreacting and that nothing had changed between them, but it was hard to stay positive when it looked like she was chatting up another man right in front of him. His initial excitement to see her again was quickly being replaced with hot tendrils of jealousy and doubt.

"You don't owe anyone anything," Miles waved a hand dismissively. "We're helping because we want to, not because we want something from you. And I swear to god, Nox-Fleuret, if you try to pay me back, I will kick your ass to the curb." As he spoke the fake warning, he poked her shoulder with one finger to emphasize the point.

When Iris mentioned Jacob, Cas risked turning back to her, surprised to hear that Jacob had been the one to send her to the hospital. The guard hadn't mentioned that when they had talked before. "He did?" he mused, wondering why Jacob had gotten involved at all. Usually he said he was too busy to deal with the affairs at the penitentiary, so he had obviously made an exception for her. He doubted he would ever be given an answer to the question though. The guard was far too reserved to explain what had caused him to make Iris his personal responsibility.

The sound of Iris's hands clapping together pulled the prince from his thoughts, and he nodded at her idea. Putting his own sour mood aside, he agreed that they should celebrate now that the worst was over. She deserved to have closure after everything she'd been through. "I don't know," he said contemplatively, trying to come up with an idea. "Miles, this is your house. What do you think we should do?"

"I have a few ideas," his friend smiled mischievously. "Champagne, takeout from a restaurant of Iris's choice, and, if anyone wants to have a little more fun, something from my stash."

"Ugh, more alcohol?" Cas wrinkled his nose. "My stomach is still recovering from the last time we got drunk."

"Then don't have any," Miles shrugged. "That's what the other stuff is for."

"I think I'll just stick to the food," Cas shook his head. He wasn't very fond of the drugs other high borns like his friend indulged in either. He used them every once in a while, but he preferred not to touch the stuff unless he was feeling especially daring at a party. Usually when Jay and Miles got high, he was the one making sure they didn't do anything stupid before they sobered up.

"Suit yourself," Miles rolled his eyes and turned back to Iris. "So, what are you in the mood for? I bet I can name a restaurant that makes any kind of food you would want to eat."

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Nox-Fleuret. The family name, the one that had been proudly brandished across the rebellion and now it just left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. Though it was just a name it was her fathers name, she couldn't remember what her mothers last name was else she would have asked by now to be called it. I guess it doesn't really matter? To Iris however it did, finding herself getting wrapped up just about her last name, she didn't even bite back at the tease that Miles had said on kicking her to the curb around paying him back. Already he knew she was the type to pay people back, finding it hard to except kindness without some form of repayment. Caspian knew this about her also, but she didn't have the heart to fight back on the matter.

Smiling at Cas at the mention of Jacob and how he had sent her to the hospital she nodded, "Probably because of you and I don't think it's anything to with authority. I think he believes in you like I do." As much as she knew they had to be careful she still wanted him to know that she believed in him, hopefully he also took it as a she still cared for him. Maybe he would read into it more, she hoped he would because it hurt not being able to tell him her feelings for him and ask if they were okay.

Turning her gaze to Miles as Cas stated it was his home and what did he think she shook her head grimacing, "I don't like your ideas. Especially when it comes to drinking." Although it had been fun, she wasn't a huge fan of drinking, or anything else for that matter when he mentioned his stash. Wrinkling her own nose, she shook her head agreeing with Cas on the idea that more alcohol was not the way to go with this.

"Food however sounds great; I've regained my appetite and let's just say the food here is amazing. It's certainly been a treat." Perking up at the idea of food, at the start she had been a bit cautious still feeling sorry for herself but she had soon warmed up to the idea of eating and now it was always exciting to experience the new foods that she could taste. It was the same when she had stayed with Cas, they always had such fancy food that she had never tried before and it now felt strange thinking on the slops they used to eat back in the districts.

"Whatever we have will certainly be better than anything I could ever cook myself." Grimacing as she thought on the stale bread, she had offered Cas back when he was locked in her basement. Not that was something she had cooked because there wasn't much food available to cook for him at the time because whatever money her family had was always spent on alcohol to appease her father. "I'll be honest, I'm not that great when it comes to food. I've not really had much choice before, so I am happy to let you guys pick. I'm sure it will be amazing whatever you choose."

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When Iris said that Jacob had probably helped her because he believed in him, Caspian reddened slightly. He hadn't thought of that. Reflexively assuming he hadn't done anything worth being respected—he fumbled often when he attempted to take over his father's responsibilities, he'd allowed himself to be fooled and captured by the rebellion, and he'd even helped a known and wanted rebel escape from the military—he was surprised that she thought the guard looked up to him. He was also flattered that she said Jacob believed in him "like she did." Though he was still uncertain where they stood on a romantic front, it brought him pleasure to know that she still thought he was going to be a king worth following.

"Maybe," he murmured, shuffling his feet bashfully.

When Iris told Miles she didn't like his ideas, the high born gawped at her incredulously. "Why? It's customary to pop a bottle of champagne when you're celebrating something. If I didn't offer, it would be bad manners."

"It's less about that and more about the fact that you just offered after getting all of us trashed a week ago," Cas clarified dryly.

"So?" Miles stared at him uncomprehendingly. "I think it'll be fun, but I guess I just come from hardier stock than you do."

"I mean, I was the one who was taken by the rebellion, beaten almost to death and managed to come back alive," Cas reminded his friend with a wry smirk. "But sure, you can say you're hardier than me if you want to." Despite the gibe, he knew his tolerance to alcohol couldn't match a lot of other high borns his own age. With nothing better to do with their time, most of them spent their nights drinking and doing drugs at wild parties around the city. He participated when he could, but even then, he didn't often indulge as much as the people around him. Because of that, he wasn't able to wreck his liver and bounce back the next day like they could. It was just a matter of exposure.

"Alright, you got me there," Miles relented, throwing up his hands. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping away at a text message. "But if you two aren't gonna join me, I'm inviting Jay over to do the fun stuff."

"You do that," Cas laughed. When Iris said they could decide on a restaurant, he pondered their options, deciding that he could be the one to pick, since Miles and Jay were going to be content with their sinful pleasures. If they were getting high, he knew they would eat whatever he put in front of them without question. "We could order from that pizza place I told you about," he suggested, glancing at Iris with a smile. "We can't go out because the city guards could recognize you, but they deliver. I think I owe you a meal from them anyway."


[System]
The Basics
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Species: Human

On-Hand
Daily clothing: A Black Sweater Dress, a pair of white stockings, a pair of Black Combat Boots, and a Golden Cross Necklace.
Weapon: Tomahawk and a Combat Knife.
Equipment: A Beige Satchel containing four water bottles, a pack of boxed juices, several boxes of raisins, extra clothing, and some apples, a Water Canteen, and a Leather Fanny Pack containing several gold coins, a rabbit's foot, a mini Bible, and a pocket watch.
Extra clothing: A Floral Dress, a Brown Sweater, and a pair of dark blue jeans.

Elementals and Abilities
Elementals: Spiritual and Lightning
Abilities: Communication with spirits, manipulation and creation of electricity.

Companions
Zinx, a four year old cat with the ability to speak English.

Biography
Elizabeth was born fourteen years after her brother, Johnathon Hunter Willow, to Annalise and Eliot Willow. At the time of Elizabeth's birth, Annalise was thirty-two years old and Eliot was thirty-eight. The couple had been shunned in the small town where they resided not only for their six year age difference, but also for the fact that Annalise had given birth after the age of thirty, which was breaking tradition in the community. The Willow family was a reserved one, never attending any town events, never responding to visiting neighbors, and never seeming to come out of their home.

The reality that most were not aware of was that Eliot was a high leader for a Demon Hunting division in their quaint, quiet little town. Missing persons reports, suicides, and homicides without suspects began increasing at a large rate for the past ten years before Elizabeth was born. Eliot was called down to inspect and investigate. And when Elizabeth was barely three years old, her father left one evening and never returned.

Overcome with grief, Annalise spent the next four years traveling away from home to search for her husband, leaving Elizabeth to be cared for by Johnathon. Being seventeen at the time the responsibility of caring for a toddler was dumped on him, Johnathon was neither a good brother nor guardian. It was during her time alone that Elizabeth learned to care and fend for herself. Soon, it became apparent that she would follow in her father's footsteps.

When Elizabeth was just seven years old, she left her home and her brother behind, knowing that he would never miss her. Within the first six months, Elizabeth was almost murdered. She was small and virtually strength-less, and a sleek, black wolf much larger than the average mini-van leaped upon her, teeth bared, snarling, out to kill, and specifically, out to kill her. Had it not been for Mason Timothy, a wandering hunter who happened to have been a very good friend of Eliot's, Elizabeth would have been dinner.

Mason took Elizabeth in. He had no home of his own; he was a traveling hunter. Though he didn't have much to offer, he did give her the equipment, weapons, and gear she carries around today. He helped her to learn to use the weapons he had gifted her. He taught her to survive. He taught her to hunt. And before long, Elizabeth's eyes were much older than her body. She'd had more personal experiences with murder, death, and tragedy than any other average ten year old. And just as she'd begun growing fond of jolly, cheerful Mason Timothy, he vanished. Just like her father.

Now, Elizabeth wanders. Some part of her hopes that maybe, just maybe, she will come across her father, Mason, or her mother. Another part of her hopes that she never does.

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In Elizabeth's barely-conscious state, she recalled the feeling of being lifted. Not as if her spirit was finally crossing over to the other side, either to join the angels or the demons, but as if she were being carried in someone's arms. It was in her instinct to struggle, but she couldn't. This caused her to feel distressed. Either she was being taken off by a human who was going to try to care for her (and inevitably, find out the secrets that were best left to be known by the Demon Hunting community) or she was being taken off by a demon that would either turn her over to their leader or torture her or kill her or eat her or-

Calm down, a voice inside of her said. After all, the only thing she could do was hang limp as she was carried. There wasn't much that worrying herself into full unconsciousness would do for her, other than possibly eliminate the chance of waking up.

The next feeling Elizabeth knew was sudden warmth, and then the sound of a door being slammed shut. Only moments after, she was lain upon something soft, cozy, and comfortable - a bed. What bliss it was to be lying upon a proper, comfortable bed. Back home, at Mason's shack, she slept upon a straw cot that Mason had fashioned specifically for her. This time, she could feel herself falling asleep, and what a nice feeling it was. However, her danger senses were on high alert, and she pushed herself to consciousness.

Elizabeth didn't immediately push herself to a sitting position like she might would have had she not had specific training in Demon Hunting and the dangers it brought. Instead, she cracked her eyes open and slid them side to side. Beside the bed, she could see only a glimpse of a person, because her eyes could not see that far sideways. Slowly, she turned at a slight angle toward the person and was a bit taken aback to see a girl not much older than her lounging upon the couch. At this time, she made her consciousness present. She coughed, gently sitting up, and looked at the girl.

"Where am I?" she asked in a soft, feeble voice, feigning innocence.

[Assistant]
Anya was partly asleep by the time the girl had regained consciousness, and partly simply not paying attention lost in her own thoughts. When the girl coughed she snapped back into reality, jumping slightly. "Ooh, you're awake!" Anya shouted happily. "Well, right now you're in my apartment. Found you half dead in the snow, no one else really cared soo I decided to bring you here." Anya got up headed for the microwave "Oh, and don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. I don't really..do that..anymore unless it's a baddie." she called over her shoulder. Retrieving the bowl of soup from the microwave she walked back over sitting it on the nightstand beside the bed. "Also figured you'd be hungry SOO I heated you a bowl of soup. It's been a long time since I was your age so I wasn't really sure what little kids prefer to eat these days" Anya spoke, shrugging, before resuming her seat on the couch near the bed.

To anyone else but Anya what she was saying sounded completely psychotic and would probably get the person committed nigh instantly, but to Anya it was completely normal conversation. I mean, normal so far as her standards go. She thought that maaayybe she should tone down the weird, seeing as the kid seemed to be a normal kid and not a vampire or anything like her, but she didn't.

"Don't worry, the soup is perfectly safe to eat, go ahead." Anya said, smiling, one of her fangs showing. "Ohh, right, I almost forgot to tell you my name! I'm Anya, what about you?" This time smiling fully with her fangs showing.

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David had found trouble, again. Of course he always went looking for it. He had performed a future seeing ritual two days ago to discover three werewolves who lured a couple young girls into the woods on the night of the full moon, killing them just before dawn. He'd spent a day and half attempting to find the location where it had occured. When they arrived he loaded his silver rounds and said a quiet prayer, none of them could have been more than a year older than him, children all of them. As the five of them laughed and joked he waited, hour after hour watching them drink and party.

Finally when the two girls were worn out the boys stepped out into the moonlight. Fur sprouted from them and they howled like wolves, the girls scared began to back up against the rocks near David. That's when he jumped. "Stay back!" He yelled as his shotgun blasted silver pellets into the two closet to him. The remaining wolf darted off, beginning to circle in growth, now having a large feast all to himself.

David spoke, hoping to convince the beast to leave."I am a Solomon, if you choose to fight you will die as your friends did. You can leave and never return or die." He stated, the wolf-man charged from the foliage, ready to tear the English boy to shreds. Yet he shoved the cat head of the staff towards wolf it reeled back in fear before six bullets pierced it's heart killing it.

He turned back to the women. "Go now and forget what you saw here... If you tell others more of the beasts will only come after you." He warned before the girls scrambled away, next he began to purify grounds they had killed upon freeing spirits who had not found closure. Finally he burned the bodies of the Werewolves and spread the ash around, should other packs be near they would depart quickly. Nothing scared off wolves like smelling their own dead.

Making way back into the city he could just barely see the sun rising. He loved the cold, Chicago reminded the British boy of his home in London. He paused however as he returned to town, he saw a young girl picking another girl and walking away with her, that's when it struck him. That was the Vampire hunter, she hunted creatures in Chicago like the others he followed wondering what she was doing with the girl. He followed eyes trained on the Vampire girl.

He started to fal behind losing her as the city started to wake up yet when he turned a corner he bumped into girl, Trinity, David dropped his staff and his bag, as he picked up the strange staff and fixed his hat. He looked down, seeing the shotgun was easily within the girls he scoped it up. "Sorry that a... A prop for the play I'm doing." He tried to fake it, but the witch hunters hat, the strange staff, a shotgun? He could he look like anything but a demon hunter.

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Dmitri Pavlovich

Dmitri loved the cold, it kept most of the innocents off the streets. He sat on the railing of his third story balcony at the family mansion a little outside of down town Chicago. His uncle had a job for him, not unusual but mildly annoying since he'd had to cancel his own meager plans for the day to accommodate his uncle. Still, it was supposed to be a simple run, which probably meant that Dmitri could count on being jumped by someone or something, probably both. He would be driving a family vehicle down to the piers to pick up a new shipment of guns and ammunition for the family. These would be PP-2000s and AKS-74Us to replace the older mostly american guns currently in use. Some of the gun crates would be packed with loaded guns, having been inspected and assembled by his uncle's men in Canada. This was a safety precaution for the men transporting the weapons, in case a rival decided to try and grab the load for themselves.

Down at the Docks, Dmitri was tense. Things had gone perfectly so far, that was a bad sign, some thing always went wrong, that's just how life was. As the last crates were loaded, he told the boat and crew to get out and fast, before they got caught up in whatever was about to go down. The didn't need to be told twice. He got into his vehicle, and the motorcade moved out. They were stopped at the gates of the yard. A new inspector was there, and he wanted to know what was in the crates. Dmitri told him he didn't want to see what was in the crates if he had family, hoping to scare the man off, but the inspector refused to back down. Dmitri shrugged, got out, and waved him to the back of his vehicle. He opened the back of his SUV, pulled out a crate, checked the cameras, they were all pointed at the gate and couldn't see his vehicle, the last in the motorcade. The inspector saw, and reached for his side arm, as Dmitri opened the case, pulled out a loaded PP-2000 and pulled the trigger once, sending three rounds into the inspector's chest at point blank range. The inspector dropped, his side arm clattering to the ground, it's safety still on. Dmitri looked at the PP-2000 with and admiration of it's punch, despite it's low recoil and it was quieter than the old Tommy-guns his uncle's men had been using... maybe he'd keep one. He repacked the crate, while two other drivers disposed of the new ex-inspector, and then the motorcade left. Thankfully, that was the only incident the motorcade ran into, still it was one more incident than Dmitri had been told to expect. He'd have a word with his uncle about that later.

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The soup was set gently upon the bedside table, and Elizabeth found herself staring into the bowl hungrily. However, the statement, "I don't do that anymore," in reference to...killing people disturbed her. As the girl continued to speak, the eerie feeling that Elizabeth felt only seemed to grow. There was a bit of confusion running rampant in her mind, especially considering the girl looked no older than maybe fourteen, yet claimed it had been a long time since she was Elizabeth's age.

Still, she reached for the soup, feeling her hunger get the best of her. After all, she had just been heading home to gruesomely and probably inefficiently skin and gut a rabbit to turn it into a stew. Her fingers had barely brushed the edge of the porcelain bowl when Anya flashed her a smile, sporting very obvious vampire-esque fangs. Elizabeth gasped, involuntary flailing as a shock reflex, and fell toward the girl off the bed. Immediately, she scrambled to reach beneath the chest portion of her dress and withdraw her golden cross necklace, holding it out in front of her protectively.

"Vampire!" she yelled, squeezing her eyes shut. "Get back!"


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Age: 31

Current Appearance:

Costume: Yellow top with crossed black lightning bolts, a white skirt, yellow stockings, white boots, and a yellow cape with crossed black lightning bolts. She also carries a metal staff that doubles as a lightning rod. "I look like a battery ad, but it could have been worse..."

Powers: As one would expect from her costume, Carrie's powers are all themed around lightning and electricity.

Lightning Leap: More of a utility move than anything else, Carrie turns herself into a bolt of lightning that travels a short distance before she reforms. Basically a short-range teleportation.

Thunder Breath: Just what it sounds like.

Electric Explosion: An area of effect ability, Carrie summons a dome of electricity that slowly grows and damages all in its path.

Electric Pillar: Carrie conjures a ground-to-air lightning strike to hammer a single opponent.

Wrath Of The Storm: A barrage of lightning bolts strike Carrie's staff, charging it up before unleashing an electric wave motion gun effect. Her finisher.

Source: A pair of lightning bolt shaped earrings.

History with Justice Heart: Carrie was one of the original Justice Heart girls- in fact, though she cringes at it, she came up with the name. She was always in the thick of the fight, thinking that the best defense is an overwhelming offense. Naturally, this led to her getting a bit of a reputation as a hothead. Her friends didn't like it at first, and it led to some arguments between over how best to defeat monsters. However, when she charged after Katarina alone one dark night, the Dollmaster beat her badly, and if it wasn't for her friends intervening and driving the villain off, she probably would have died. This led to better relationships with her teammates, as well as a calmer attitude in fights. Still, she had a good heart, and was a valued member of the team.

History After Justice Heart: When Dollmaster was defeated there was no need for Justice Yellow anymore... but that was kept Carrie going through the day. She had major depressive episodes, and while her grades had never been stellar, they only slipped further. Health issues and bad luck only further crushed her once-indomitable spirit, and she now works as a food court grunt, living with her parents because she's unable to make ends meet on her own.

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Isana Seiger
Isana's and Alice's Apartment
7:30PM

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"Woman," Isana began with a mildly annoyed expression as she pointed her fork at the other woman. "I just took my clothes off and I'm not putting them back on to go help a midget with her alcoholism and deal with a pedo." Isana sighed in response to Alice's insistence. "And love is something I have very little of towards anyone, especially lesbian nymphos who don't know the meaning of the word 'no'." Ugh, this woman was impossible. "...but as long as you don't hurt my budget, do what you want." Agh, today was tiring in general. Whenever the others were brought up it always made her stressed. Angry. Annoyed. Agitated.

Ahh...She wanted to beat someone up.

It seemed though, the world was about to grant her wish.

Before she could question what was happening, it almost felt as though something slammed into her back, trying to crush her against the seat of the sofa.

"Gah!?" Isana yelped in mild surprise, barely having enough time to react, bringing her legs up to the apparent mouth of the couch and her hands to what was once the back of the couch. Was...the couch trying to goddamn eat her?! Fine, this thing wanted to have the stuffing beat out of it, she'd beat the goddamn stuffing out of it. Thankfully, she was fairly confident in her physical ability and flexibility. First things first though...

Isana's body was surrounded in a bright, white light as her usual clothing seemed to change, the fabric elongated and darkening in color as it extended to cover most of the rest of her body. The white light coalesced, finally settling and transforming into her old, magical girl outfit. A black and red uniform, along with a small cloak, boots with her constant companion, Vale appearing at her side as usual.

"HHMPH!" Isana pushed back against the top of the couches mouth, the metal springs hardly even being an issue. She could have probably done this without transforming - this thing was hardly all that strong to begin with. Regardless, she pried open the things mouth, long enough for her to leap out of it and land readily next to Alice, not sparing a glance at her roommate.

"I am goddamn sick and tired of things in this goddamn apartment always trying to eat me..." Isana rather grumpily huffed, drawing Vale from her side and pointing it at the monster. Even after all these years, she still had a penchant for trying to look overly cool. "Well, at least I can kill you." She lunged at the couch monster, slamming the weighty earthy sword horizontally into the top of it.

[Assistant]
Vivian Everett

"That will be $8.79, do you need a bag with that?" 'God let it be over'

Vivian groaned inside of her own head, suffering through the boring existence that was working behind a cash register. Money changed hands and a product was bagged up, and the customer was sent on his way. Much to her relief as she waited for the next person to show up. There was no other pressing business that she had to tend to at the moment, so she could just stand there and wait for her shift to end.

This wasn't exactly the best job one could have, but it met her needs well enough in terms of money and mostly importantly of all it provided her with plenty of free time. This wasn't how her parents had imagined she would end up, and to be honest she hadn't either. Though it was still a major drain on her nerves and personality.

But at last her shift ended, and she was free to head out to her life away from customers and pretentious idiots and all that. "See you later," she called to her replacement as she swept out the door, heading into the evening light. The sweet taste of freedom embraced her, and she wasted no time in heading towards the parking lot to retrieve her motorcycle. There was a spring in her step now that she was off the clock, and Vivian was very much looking forward to enjoying her day.

The vehicle soon came into sight, a burgundy color for a lean machine that she had spent way too much time, effort, and devotion to customizing in any way that she could with her own particular skills. It was her ticket to freedom after all, and she cherished her machine as much as anyone in the same position would. Not that her parents cared about her dedication and ideals but who cared about what they thought. She hadn't talked with them in a long while regardless, and she was just glad that San Francisco was big enough to keep it that way.

She was just stowing away her things for the trip when the phone buzzed to indicate that she had a text. An eyebrow rose as she glanced at it, trying to figure out what was actually written before it clicked. At which point she went back to ignoring it in general. "Nice try, now pull another one," she muttered aloud in disbelief. Twenty years and then this? No fucking way. This was probably some drunk prank or something, that was the only explanation.

At least, up until that telepathic presence made itself known in her head. "Geez, give a girl some warning," she protested as she hopped onto her bike. "They're tough girls, I'm sure they've got it under control." Roaring the engine, she headed off into the city and in the general direction of her predetermined destination. She wasn't in any sort of hurry to leap to their defense, not for something she was confident they could handle in their sleep.

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Alice Augustine

Isana's and Alice's Apartment
7:30PM

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Alice was surprised when she saw the couch just about eating Isana. "Isana!" She exclaimed. She didn't have time to worry about the toughest of the Justice Hearts though, as a water monster thing appeared from the nearby bathroom. Well, this was fun. Before it could grab her by the leg, she quickly transformed. She could only assume it came out of the toilet... She didn't want such dirty water touching her! She grabbed her Magical Microphone and sang a high note, causing a music note to escape her tool. It floated gently into the middle of this car sized water monster and was ready to explode.

"At least most things don't eat you for food. And can you try not to completely destroy the couch? I really like that one." Alice asked, not really seeing that it was pretty much destroyed anyhow. She kept her attention on the water monster thing now. "Anyhowser... Can you explode now?" Alice asked, snapping her finger and causing the typical sonic bomb of a music note to explode. Hopefully, it would be enough to make the creature reverberate to it's non-existence.

[Assistant]
Courtney Cartwright
Police Bar – Exterior

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 "Okay!"  Courtney eagerly said with a nod and a bounce in affirmation that they had to be stylish in heroics. Cartwright moved close to Elise and slung her arm around her shoulder. Leaning in Courtney began to speak.  "So like, we gotta remember the most important things about dramatic entrances is that..."

And as if on cue, to prevent this important piece of information from revelation, a power line snapped and landed in front of them! Shortly thereafter the monster was crafted from the wreckage.

"OHMYGOSHSORRYNOTSORRY!" shrieked out Courtney as she valiantly pushed Elise to the side for a bit of help in avoiding the electrical monstrosity! But alas this gesture was probably not the best move for Courtney's self-preservation due to a horrid little, well smaller than that colossus of electricity, creature's set of attacks. Though it was safe to say it was a more heroic endeavor.

While Cartwright was not hit by all of the spikes of the creature, one of those poisonous spikes did hit its mark and landed firmly in the left buttocks. Wincing in pain and landing down upon the sidewalk upon her belly she tried to crawl behind a nearby trashcan in order to take a bit of shelter.

Hopefully she would be able to get a bit reprieve so she could, well for one thing remove that pain in her ass (the literal one) and figure out what sort of poisonous nasty she was inflicted with, and of course access her "magical accessory" so that she could properly transform. Oh and remembering that bit of advice she wanted to tell her friend about dramatic entrances would be a nice little cherry if the other things panned out!

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If Carrie had been a normal woman, she would have been snake food. Fortunately for her, she wasn't. A quick dip of her shoulder and a twist of her hips sent the serpent sailing past, though she did take a slicing wound to her shoulder. What was worse, she went into her maneuver right as Emily threw the car into a turn, causing Carrie to lose her balance and plummet to the asphalt.

Carrie was in a bad way. The armored monster was slowly advancing from behind, but she couldn't deal with it until she took out the snake, which had sped out of the storm drain for another assault. This time, though, it came at her face… which was the one place you didn't want to attack a magical girl with elemental breath powers..

"Thunder Breath!"

Carrie exhaled a blast of lightning, catching the snake full-on and sending it reeling. It didn't finish the monster off, but it did give her a chance to get to her feet, staff at the ready. The snake circled her warily, not wanting a repeat of the previous rebuffed attack, and the armored monster was almost in range. She called out to Emily, "Yo! A little help would be nice here!"


[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Weedy young man with messy brown hair and large glasses which give him an owl like expression. Got a bit overzealous when told he was going to be a warden and started wearing camouflage trousers and a trench coat with several extra pockets sewn in. Has a bandanna with protective spells sewn into it as he's a bit paranoid about mind magic
Abilities: Damien's evocation specialities are with the wind element, and his thaumaturgy specialisation is in somniomancy(dream magic).
Rote spells
Schnell: He uses the wind to increase the speed at which he can move, creating a vortex which reduces his weight by pulling him up slightly. This spell makes dodging attacks easier than if he was moving normally.
verteidigen: Summoning up a vortex around himself or around someone close by Damien can protect them from some dangers. The wind isn't nearly strong enough to stop bullets or anything that fast moving, but bows and arrows, crossbows, throwing knives and other projectiles will get blow off course by the wind
Kraft: Damien's only offensive spell. He creates a ball of concentrated air in front of his target and then lets it expand. Depending on how much air this can result in anything from being knocked down to killed.
Special items: Wand(Focus item) a willow wand with a spiralling shape used to focus his more subtle supportive magic. A glove with metal plates forged from various wind chimes he used to own for offensive magic. Finally a sleeping potion he uses to send people or himself into a deep sleep.
Items: A rucksack containing chalk, empty bottles for potions, various different objects to use in constructing spells, water bottle, Tupperware containing dry food that he hopes will last a while. Sleeping bag rolled up on top.
Personality: Damien is twitchy by nature, naturally hyperactive, and before he learned properly about the magical world he was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed. Before he learned of his own magic he took a bandanna and sewed defensive magic into it(completely useless as it turned out) but he keeps it on him to remind him of where he came from.
Background: Damien was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed, turned out he was right. His activity on the web attracted the attention of White Court vampires who lured him into a trap to feast on his despair. Instead of crumbling under their mental attacks something ignited in his mind and the next thing Damien knew he was waking up in an alley with a massive headache and two unconscious vampires sprawled several meters away. The miniature tornado attracted the attention of the authorities and, luckily for Damien, a member of the paranet. Recognising white court she spirited him away before the police could arrive. When the paranet learned just how strong his magic was they introduced him to the council. The warden commander Luccio was a bit apprehensive given his erratic nature but his defensive and supportive magic was too useful to give up. He has a place in the wardens but only just.

Figured out how to do hiders lol

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Gideon Maltese entered the apartment building which he was told the Warden safehouse was located through the back alley ways, he had only just put on his Grey cloak and strapped on Garm underneath it after the taxi that brought him here had dropped him off several blocks away. some may have called him paranoid, but he called it a security measure, the Red Court Vampires themselves were not likely to attack in broad daylight, even in dark alleys but that didn't stop their addicted human hitmen from taking pot-shots at an undercover wizard who currently looked like a cross between a hobo and a hippie.

By the time he reached one of the emergency exits into the building, one with an alarm linked to it like most modern hotels, Gideon checked over both of his shoulders for any sign of tails or scouts before he uttered a single word under his breath "Feldr", Gideon vanished from mortal sight, and the usage of his power in such close proximity to the door fried the electronic alarm, and the nearby CCTV camera, that was sure to draw someone over there at some point, but Gideon didn't plan to stick around anyway. The door seemed to open and close on its own accord, no alarm triggered at all, and Gideon's steps, muffled greatly on the carpeted floor, walked a few steps over to the nearby stairwell up. There he slipped in the door, checked for cameras or people coming by extending his senses slightly, and lowered his veil, reappearing.

He calmly walked up the stairs, considering the situation. He hadn't taken part in much actual fighting in the War with the Reds yet, his role was mostly a support role, using his contacts in the spirit world to keep tabs on Red Court lairs and hideouts and using them and his knack for veils to spy upon and tail some of their human servants as they met with their Vampiric handlers up in Canada. Not many Reds up in Canada anyway, too cold for most of the older Barons and Dukes to bother setting up holds there, who preferred the heat and comfort of their long-standing strongholds in Central and South America, or the more temperate United States. Which came to the reason why Gideon still wasn't in Canada, his duties as a Warden demanded that he go where his superiors in The White Council commanded, and Canada wasn't exactly top priority for them in terms of battle lines, and if half of the news he'd heard was correct, the war wasn't exactly going in his side's favour and every Warden was needed to step up and take on more responsibility for the cause of his fellow wizards.

He'd also been used to working solo, since most of his clients on the Ectomancy side of his business weren't fellow practitioners of the Art, and those that were didn't usually measure up to his skills. But then, he figured it could be a nice change, with any luck, most of them wouldn't flip out the first time they see the tattoo on his neck light up, but there is no guarantee of that.

He heard at least one of the other Wardens before he saw them, if a Red Court Vampire was looking for them and was near the floor entrance, they likely would have heard the password, but luckily it was just him, so Gideon just smirked. This was going to be fun.

He followed up into the hallway just as the last Warden entered, the one calling herself O'Bagley, and decided to play a little amusing prank/test of his companions, right before the door, he muttered "Feldr" again, casting another veil. He knocked on the door, whispering the password, the door was opened, to the Warden at the door's initial surprise at seeing nobody there, Gideon stepped in lightly behind O'Bagley and the other two recently arrived Wardens, dropping his veil again suddenly.

"Warden Maltese, ready and able."

[Assistant] Kain sauntered idly down the hallway, twirling his collapsed staff like a baton without triggering the release, resisting the urge to whistle a little ditty. As he approached the door his senses alerted him to the other Wardens in the room, causing him to hesitate for a moment I hope I'm not too late.. After a slight pause, Kain squared his shoulders and put his staff in his thigh holster, knocked and gave the countersign. Entering he looked around and mentally marked all the Wardens that would be accompanying him on the mission. Lounging up against the nearest wall, Kain flashed a giant grin and waved at everyone, "Evening all, did you start the party without me?"

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"Good Evening warden Wong." Jimmy nodded towards the warden. "I'm James, but you can call me JImmy on the account of the fact we'll be diving headfirst into what's probably a suicide mission so if there's ever a time for being informal I'm sure this is it. As for others, that's the one good bit of news you and I are likely going to get tonight. There's actually quiet a few of us going in." He turned and looked out the window. "Whatever's going on over in that building, its got the wardens worried, especially with all the teams that went in and hadn't come back."

There was a floor clicking as someone new came in. Jimmy turned eyes turned to see who it was. He wasn't sure who the man was, but that didn't really matter, did it?. The man didn't seem like talking either. He just gave them a nod and started setting up a defense for the room. "Good idea." He said, nodding to the new comer. "Too bad I didn't think of that. Not that it would've done any good since I'm not really good with wards, especially doing it on the field."

Jimmy turned and looked towards the door. "Someone's coming." He muttered. "And they don't sound happy about it." A few seconds later woman came in, the kind of woman you didn't really see too often outside of fighting games and bodybuilding expo. "Evening O'Bagley, welcome to shit show, which'll start just as soon as the rest of the members of our party show up."

There was a knock at the door, and then it opened up, revealing empty space. "Hmm." Jimmy scratched his chin and reached for his staff but someone appeared. It was a warden who promptly reported for duty. "Welcome Mltese, It's good to have you. I'm sure glad we'll have someone good with veils with us." There was a sound as someone new came in right after Warden Miltese who seemed a bit nervous about being late. "Wouldn't dream of it." Jimmy said, grinning. "When your going into hell, its not a bad idea to take all the friends you can get get your hands on."

"So" Jimmy said rubbing his hands together. "I'm sure you've all heard stories about this place and how there's a ton of red vampires going in and out, and everything else stays away, right?" He put his hands behind his back and looked through the window at their target. "Over a dozen wardens have gone in and none have come out. They've tried everything from scaling the building to parachuting to the building, and even sneaking in from the back. None of it worked, apparently. So, here's my idea." He took a moment to look at the wardens. "We just walk in." He grinned, trying to look confident, butt there's was a single drop of sweat that threatened to give him away. "We'll just stroll in and start shooting reds."

[Assistant]
Her first reaction to Jimmy's suggestion was to refuse but she could not think of any other reason then it was reckless. Jade was a direct person by nature and her parents encouraged it. It was better to deal with problems immediately and to clearly speak your mind but she wasn't sure what she would be saying in this instance. She was sent with very little information and Jimmy was heading this assignment and knew more about what was going on, but still…

Jade took a moment to take out the 'monocle' as she called it. It was a circular piece of obsidian glass and she peered through it towards the building. The one good thing about this little trinket was it allowed the person to see the energies at work. Although not as clear or precise as opening her wizard's sight, the images wouldn't become permanent memories for the viewer. Seriously, it was traumatic to some wizards looking at monsters with their sight and Jade would be happy to never to experience something like that.

Magical energies tend to be colored lights and the energies surrounding the building were an angry red that emanated from the ground and spread over the area. Besides keeping people away it also served to punch anyone in the face if they got too close. But what interested Jade more was the energy… energies? inside the building.

"Everyone, before we go charging in, look at this." She held out the monocle for everyone to pass around. Jade gestured towards the building in question. "From the energies surrounding the building that seems to be the warding off spell, but there's another energy being contained inside the building. Is it another ward? We can deal with the ward surrounding the building easily but something about that inside ward doesn't feel right."
"Anyways, I would suggest we do this smart. If the only way is the front door, I suggest we split into two teams one to disable the wards and the other will bust down the front door. The first team can then act as back up. Warden Maltese seems to have a knack for veils and if Warden…" Jade paused, she didn't know his name. He entered after her and only nodded at Jimmy but he never introduced himself… actually she didn't introduce herself to the other wardens either. She smiled a bit sheepishly, "My apologies but I haven't introduced myself, I am Warden Wong."

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Damien felt a bit sheepish as Jade introduced herself, the social niceties always escaped him when he was nervous, and he mumbled his name to the room without looking anyone in the eye. He was grateful for her monocle, the last time he'd used his sight it had left him with some, less than pleasant memories. He wasn't certain about Jimmy's plan, although it did have the advantage of surprise. Jade's seemed a more cautious approach, taking down the wards before storming the keep, the question he couldn't decide on was which group he should be in. Damien's wards and knowledge of them only really applied to dreams and the Demesnes created by those dreams, but he wasn't much for combat either. Everyone seemed to be weighing up the words and trying to make the same decision. He remembered the paranet member who had found him, her stories of hiding in the dark and a desire to fight back. She couldn't, not directly, but maybe he could.
 "I'll go with Jade, I know enough supportive magic to make retreat easier if necessary"
 He went over the various skills he had with thaumaturgy to see if there was anything else he could add, and decided on an interesting idea. Settling down on the floor he drew a chalk circle around himself and started mumbling nonsense syllables in german under his breath. He could feel eyes watching him with curiosity as he worked but blocked them out, concentrating on the spell and nothing else. When he broke the circle to release the spell he heard something in his ears, the sound of a man snoring. He knew nobody in the room was asleep, but it meant that someone nearby was asleep. He paced the room a few times to triangulate the sound and confirmed it was coming from the building they wanted to enter. That meant...
 "Umm, warden Matlese. With your veils do you think you could draw me a circle around the building. If you could, I might be able to whip up a distraction"
 Bringing dreams to life was one of the most complicated parts of his art, but if he could do it, then the people inside would be distracted when the team made their assault. It had to be worth trying.