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Kathryn 'Kate' Wells

Age : 27

Short Bio : Werewolf that was changed about 3 years back during her senior year of university by an ex lover. More attached to her human side and resentful of the wolf that changed her, she rejected the way of pack life initially and instead chose to tough it out alone. Though once unstable, she eventually managed to find some sorta of balance between beast and woman that at least kept her from changing at the drop of a dime. She's still unable to have any control over her beast during a full moon but has solved at issue through caging herself up. At least until recent.

The Widowed Detective

Annabeth 'Ann' Carter

Age : 34

Kathryn's partner against crime. Despite being a bit older, she actually rose to the position of detective a while after Kate. Born in poverty, Ann had little to no chance of ever furthering her education. However, she managed to charm her way into becoming a wealthy factory owners wife. He was an older gentleman with no other family aside from a bitter ex-wife that had left him years prior. Since then, Ann 'lost' her husband under mysterious circumstances and was able to devote her life to getting a proper education as well as joining the force as a detective.

The Unaccomplished Musician

Ethan Wells

Age : 22

 Younger brother of Kathryn and odd ball of the family (at least he thinks so). Growing up in the city of Ilmoor to a wealthy family of scholars and detectives, quite a bit was expected of Ethan. Especially when his sister seemed to be especially gifted in such areas. Ethan, however, ended up being a dropout shortly after learning the basics of reading, writing and math. Instead of investing his time in furthering his education, he became deemed the family failure as his interests instead drifted towards that of music.

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Kathryn kept a straight face as she listened to the two women talk. What caught her off guard was that the older one claimed that it had just been a deer. The detective's eyes widened subtly, surprised by the claim and also confused by it. She knew what the scene had looked like when she had woken up that morning. There was no way it was a dead deer, so it lead her to wonder why this woman—a complete stranger—was covering up the murder. Lost in thought, Kathryn barely registered that she had begun to address her specifically.

Kate tried to ignore the feeling of Annabeth's gaze on her. Her partner was likely confused about why this woman wanted to speak with her alone and honestly, the detective was too. This stranger clearly knew something and that was quite worrisome for the lone wolf. It made her reluctant to go anywhere alone with this woman. However, curiosity outweighed her cautiousness.

"Alright. I'll speak to you and this friend of yours then." Kathryn said nodding her head in confirmation. She glanced at the crying girl and then turned to Annabeth. "Why don't you help her get home while I speak with them?"

Ann glanced between Kathryn and the strange woman before nodding her head. "Alright. I'll see you once you get back then." she sighed and placed an arm around the younger girl to lead her away from the other two.

Kate watched them for a moment before looking at the strange woman across from her. "Name's Kathryn Wells. Shall we walk and talk?" she asked, gesturing for her to lead the way to the bakery.

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They'd walked for a while until Wesley spotted his mother speaking with three other women. He wiggled out of his father's grasp and ran at her once he was on his feet. "Mama!"

"Wes? Where's your--Charlie!"

Charlie looked startled for a moment at the tone of her voice. "We were just speaking about you." He didn't like the way that Sadie seemed a little too thrilled to have him there.

"Mama, papa and I came looking for you!" Wesley said, tugging at her skirts. She smiled down at the boy and picked him up, settling him on her hip.

"Oh...that was the little one..." The woman said, looking at Wesley with wide eyes. "I-I didn't mean to upset them." Her voice was quaking. Her apology quickly caught both Sadie and Charlie off guard.

"No, ma'am, it's fine. The children were gone by then." Charlie said, stepping into the conversation. He towered over the women, and he'd ducked a little to hide his true height. Charlie was always a little self-conscious about his height. He hoped that his son wouldn't grow to be as tall as he was. He watched the two women walk away, the arm of the more composed one around the young one's shoulders.

"She's pretty, mama." Wesley, being six, was still learning how to whisper so he wasn't very good at it yet. His words made both of his parents smile. Charlie looked at Kathryn and had to silently agree.
Sadie smiled at the boy in her arms, finding the shy way in which he hid his face away in the crook of her neck to be adorable. Often she wondered if people could tell that he was their son. He did look like a decent mix of his features and hers.

"Ah, forgive me. You've introduced yourself but I forgot my introductions." Sadie looked back at Kathryn. "My name is Sadie Rothschild, and this is my son, Wesley."

The little boy looked up at the sound of his name. "You forgot papa." A chubby fingers was pointed in Charlie's direction.

"And this is Charlie Rhodes. Now we don't have to go all the way to the bakery." Despite having the past six years to try to explain their situation, it was still a little awkward. Society frowned upon women like her. Unmarried and a mother. Her only saving grace was that Charlie wanted anything to do with Wesley. He was such a good father.

Charlie caught the scent of wolf and a few things fell into place in that moment. This was a wolf unaffiliated with their pack and a scent they'd all faintly caught around town before. "Giving a statement, Sadie?" He smiled at her. "About that deer, right?" Anytime there was a werewolf related kill the default was to claim it was a deer. It seemed to have worked well for them in the past to claim such.

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Kathryn blinked as now as a child suddenly came charging up to the woman. She stood back as the newcomers spoke with each other and then the girl who Annabeth was leading away. Her gaze tracked her partner for a moment longer before suddenly shifting onto the young boy who was apparently named Wes as he attempted to whisper to his mother. The flattering words managed to crack a smile onto her lips, finding amusement in them despite still feeling tense about the situation.

She gave a small nod to Sadie as she introduced her and her child. As she went onto introduce Charlie, the detective subtly raised an eyebrow in mild confusion. She had figured that the tall man was her husband, seeing as how Wesley resembled them both. Now she was unsure of what the situation was between the two, she wondered what was between them. It was rather uncommon for women and men to have children without getting married and often looked down upon. Of course, being both a werewolf and a female detective, she wasn't one to judge others for something that, simply put,'wasn't normal'. Unwilling to pry into their private life, the detective merely offered a polite smile and dipped her head to Charlie.

"Well, I'm glad that saves us time then." she mused, focusing back to the matter at hand. As Charlie too brought up the deer, Kathryn's defenses went back up, reminded of why she needed to be wary of these strangers. "Right well, let's go into my office then. It'll be more comfortable to talk there I'm sure." she said, narrowing her eyes slightly at them before turning to lead the way inside.

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This was a delicate subject and they needed to approach it carefully or else they'd end up with a bigger problem on their hands. They'd probably try to identify the man later and give him a proper burial. Charlie followed them into her office, ducking his head in order to get through the door frame without injury.
Once they were settled in, with Wesley sitting on his mother's lap instead of her hip, both looked at Kathryn.

"So how long have you been a wolf?" Now that they were in the small room with her, the smell of wolf became stronger. It had to have been her. Charlie leaned against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest. "I don't think you've been one all that long. Lone wolves tend to go crazy after their isolation. Can't figure pack from prey and attack everything." It was something that Sadie had told him. She'd dealt with lone wolves in the past, something that he hadn't done.

"Be gentle, Charlie. She is a lone wolf, judging by her scent being the only one here." Sadie scolded, her arms tightening slightly around the boy in her lap. "But do not worry, we are werewolves too."

"I'm not." Wesley pouted.

"In time my boy, in time." Charlie smiled at his son. Werewolves weren't born, they were made. Wesley was human. Sadie had been human, and Charlie had been human. "But back to the matter at hand. We seen the kill and we'll help you."

"Yes. If word gets out then we'll have hunters to deal with. A...persistent bunch bent on wiping werewolves out. They won't stop at just you." Sadie said, gesturing down to her son. He was in as much danger as anyone, despite not being a werewolf himself. For female werewolves, carrying a child was hard. They didn't change with their mother's moons. They stayed human. To compensate for this, any pregnant werewolf was locked away to protect the baby growing within her. "The man wasn't from town. We don't recognize his scent." Sadie passed her son to Charlie, who took the boy outside. He was the alpha but right now what the woman needed was someone with the experience of both worlds.

"That either means he's a stranger or he could even be a hunter. We all have markings." She said, bearing her wrist to the woman where her family's symbol had been branded into the tender flesh their. "I'm not with them anymore, in case you were wondering. But I know how they operate. We'll scan the forest and see if perhaps he'd been traveling along the road when he was pulled into the woods. If no sign is found then we'll assume he's a hunter."

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "And please, if you have loved ones we need to know. The pack can and will help protect them. If he was indeed a hunter they will most likely be targets." Taking out a werewolf's support meant they didn't have people to hide behind and could be dealt with easier.

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Kate walked into her office and moved over to her desk. She hopped up on top of it, sitting with her hands resting on the edge as she waited for the others to get settled in. Even though the appearance of the child had lessened her suspicion of these strangers, she still remained on edge with their knowledge about the so called 'deer'. As Charlie finally spoke up, Kathryn gripped her desk. The man wasn't even accusing her, he spoke with the confidence of already knowing.

Growing defensive of herself, she curled her lip slightly, preparing to chide him for such a ridiculous accusation. However, before she could, Sadie spoke up. Her dark gaze flickered over to the woman as claimed they were all werewolves. A pack. she realized tensely. That didn't make the detective any more at ease though. In her experience, packs were violent, cruel groupings of wolves who had forgotten the human parts of them. It wasn't something she had ever been interested in getting involved in again.

For the moment, she remained silent as Sadie went on to talk about the possibility of her kill being a hunter. She had heard of them before and knew bits of what to be on the lookout for. However, she had no personal experience with them. As Sadie finally finished, Kate let out a sigh. "If you can help hide what happened to avoid attracting hunters for the good of all of us then fine. I'll help in whatever way I can. But that aside, I don't want anything more to do with this pack and I certainly don't want them around my family." Kate snorted.

"My family doesn't know about this.. part of me. And I certainly don't intend on ever letting them find out. I might be a lone wolf but I've been able to handle myself fine. Whatever screw up happened last night was not part of whatever your friend, Charlie, was saying." she waved her hand dismissively.


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Title(s): Scion of the Ashbrands

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Rank: Fes

Objective for the Grail / War: There are several outward reasons. Chiefly, he is there to be able to reach the Origin for his family. Secondly, it is to test his own craftsmanship in a new environment, with new variables and possibilities. Thirdly, he wishes to gain some inspiration, some new "spark," that can further his craft to a greater extent.

Command Seal: It's basically a stylized stick figure. The head, the body, and the limbs are the three seals. When used up, it's essentially a reverse hangman game.

Personality: Usually, Christopher portrays the image of a methodical, careful individual, who tries to prepare for every possibility. To most individuals, he seems mild-mannered, and in the words of a certain someone, "polite enough." However, when pushed, he becomes somewhat frantic and unkempt, similar to a procrastinating student with a deadline looming over them. Though, just as when at the night before the deadline, the student does pull an all-nighter in the hopes of completing their objective, Christopher has the same foolhardy determination to finish what he sets for himself.

However, if that was all that there was to him, he'd never be an individual that would advance far in the Moonlit World. He genuinely loves his craft, and finds great satisfaction in completing a ritual circle, crafting a new part of a golem, or simply learning something new.

On a side note, he likes listening to music very much, and is capable of playing the piano because of not just the image he needs to portray, but out of simple enjoyment.

Bio: The Ashbrands are perhaps what you may call the "average" Clock Tower family. A somewhat respectable family of eight generations, they came into being after the Spanish Alhambra decree, as the Sephardic Jews fled from Castile and Aragon into other areas, such as North Africa, Latin America, and other European nations. Who would become the origin of the Ashbrand family took one such family in, and as thanks, was taught the art of golemancy.

As the Ashbrands sank deeper into the world of magecraft they became aware of the goal of all magi: the Origin. And so, they sought to obtain the Root through every aspect of what they were granted. From the simplest of things, such as creating the "body" of a golem, to the most important aspect of the discipline, breathing "life" into the chassis, they sought not just simple improvement of the parameters, but a sort of balance, of harmony, in how every single factor worked together to make a functioning golem. It was not enough to make the "best" golem, or to make the one "closest to approximating a human," but the act of creating "life" would be how they would achieve Akasha, in their eyes.

This was the family that Christopher was born in. One constantly fascinated with "creation of life" that even his birth was documented and carefully studied. One may think that resentment would breed under such conditions. However, under the careful tutelage and excellent care that his parents and caretakers gave him, he grew to love everything about thaumaturgy, and such a possibility was extinguished. After all, when one is able to withstand the agony of the activation of Magic Circuits, or the pain of the cut of a ritual knife, what is some discomfort if it is for the purpose of the art?

When he was old enough, he entered the Clock Tower with great enthusiasm to learn more of the art. However, he was not treated overly well at first, especially for his pursuit of formalcraft, with his "average" family and circuits being targets of the higher nobles in the Mage's Association. Rather than lashing out however, he simply saw it as another challenge in the name of magecraft, and crafted something of a "mask" that mimicked nobility, one that was the image of a mage. That was how he spent his years of magical education.

Of course, when he returned home, he fully focused on the core foundation of the family, golemancy. Just as his forefathers did, his eyes sparked in excitement when "creating," going every which way in working out a new song, and a new melody of beings.

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Magic Circuit Switch: A pair of glowing eyes opening.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

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Elemental Affinity: Earth

Magecraft: As an individual who completed his mystical education at the Clock Tower, it's a matter of course that he grew competent in the basics taught to every magus.

As a matter of making up for his mediocre circuits, he gained a greater than normal interest in the subject matter of Formalcraft, or Rituals in general. As he grew more and more proficient in the art, it steadily became a dependable part of his repertoire that supplemented his family's focus. While not a true master of the discipline, given enough time and the right materials, he is able to enact rituals that can mimic magecraft those of his rank and age should not be able to achieve.

Golemancy is where his true skill lies, however, as befitting one who bears the name of Ashbrand. He is proficient in making basic, earthen golems swiftly, and has a great amount of skill in making the traditional-style golems that come close to resembling humans, as the foundations of his magecraft. What his true passion is, however, is experimenting with different materials to bring about different results. Perhaps iron for a more durable frame, crystals and gems for more efficient energy storage and conductio, maybe even parchment for ease of inscription. Many failures occurred, but some-

Some have succeeded beyond his wildest imagination.

Crest: 8 Generations Old.

Weapons:

Tools of the Trade: Christopher has a general kit to work with, at the very essence of it. Within his luggage, he has things such as ritual knives, brushes and paint, reagents, and so on and so forth. He also packed some sets of clothes, a measure of the universal currency, gold, and some construction tools. Set aside, in a different and seriously secured container are some exotic materials and parts. Generally speaking, these are contained within valises and chests.

Azoth Blade: As a magus, it is a matter of course that Christopher has an Azoth Blade, one of the most basic and commonplace of Mystic Codes. His in particular was given to him by his father when he graduated from the Clock Tower, fine-tuned to him in particular, inscribed with various scripts and suchlike. It has all the typical functions of an Azoth Blade, with a great capacity for magical energy and amplification of such, among other things.

Seeker of Mysteries: Due to him seeking out better materials for his golems constantly, Christopher crafted personally something that could "seek out magical energy." A "magic compass," if you would. It would allow for him to find areas heavily saturated with mana, lost items that may be fragments of valuable artifacts, and things like it. Of course, it can just as easily find someone enacting a spell, if not adequately disguised or protected.

Armor of Terra: And of course, Christopher could hardly call himself an Ashbrand if he did not have a proper golem mystic code. It began simply as a protective suit, as one would use to keep oneself safe from dangerous temperatures and spills of toxic substances. Christopher improved upon this, as the areas he would delve into became increasingly perilous. Eventually, after many reinforcements and inscriptions, it became somewhat difficult to move in, and thus he "breathed life into it," giving it the beginnings of intelligence so it would "help" him move and suchlike. As he went to different areas, and worked upon different projects with steadily more exotic materials, only the bare chassis remained, and different materials would be added into the frame. Eventually, however, Christopher became weary of constantly upgrading and taking apart the suit-golem, and just thought "What if I could just make parts I could attach and detach as necessary to an extremely durable and receptive chassis?" And so it occurred. With the right configuration, the suit is capable of travelling anywhere, and working with anything, with Christopher safely ensconced in time.

Exceptional Benefit: One Week of Preparation Time. As Christopher is well-versed in formalcraft, as well as it being a core part of his repertoire, he realized that he could not enter half-cocked and rushed like a procrastinating student. Rather, he needed time to properly set up his atelier, to have a proper environment to summon a Servant, and stage his attempt on the Grail from. He knew that he would not be able to compete with those such as the Great Families in their preparations, but at the very least-

He wants to be able to present his skill as a mage to the best of his abilities.

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Shinto Town, Harbor/Port

Dawn, one of the perfect times to move suspicious items and individuals in and out of the port and since this was the nineteenth century, Customs weren't as heavily enforced as it will be in the near future. Several Americans in swanky suits and ties flood the harbor little by little to prevent suspicion by the local populace. Each one of them raised a hand to wave at the many who come to see them as alien, someone new, a potential friendly when little did they know that these men were dangerous and were all here for a different altogether. There were way too many "suits" just hanging by the Harbor, it's as if they own this place but the port hands don't seem to disappointed as they are tipped with items of value coming from the Land of the Free.

One such individual was looking at several crates being shipped out and with him are several "suits" standing guard. "Everything is in place, sir." One of the men said. Enzo Levito, the heir of the Levito Crime Family had arrived in Fuyuki and is here to cause havoc all for his family's wishes. With a great number of men, arms and resources at his disposal as well as the port under their ownership, this is no problem.

"Caster." The mafia boy called, turning to no one in particular, it seems that a quarter of the harbor had been under a Bounded Field that allowed the port hands to continue working without a care in the world. "Is this place suitable to create your Territory in? We could move elsewhere but it will take a while." It certainly is a nice view and it's far away from the competition which was in Miyama Town by the big bridge. Apparently he had summoned his Caster Servant already.

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Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts
Einnashe Workshop 'Lucus', center of the summoning circle

An offer of freedom accepted hastily and without second thought.

An eruption of light and sound amid the otherwise tranquil forest.

The aroma of ripened fruit, dripping fresh and gory.

The feeling of grass between the toes.

Oh such wonder to live again, such a feast of the senses already.

A... Child? Oh how peculiar.

Without even leaving the circle the servant seated herself, legs crossed, and immediately began to fiddle with the mouth of one of the many gourds that dangled heavily about her shoulders. A vulgar posture un-befitting of the beautiful form of a maiden, but perhaps not so shocking given those blood red horns.

Only after making herself comfortable did she speak, "So...You, a mere child, are my master? This is already so amusing." Her voice, soft and airy, quiet but heavy on the ear, it was certainly not the voice one would expect from her at first glance. Her questions where rhetorical. There was no eye contact nor apparent interest. Her focus didn't leave the vessel, which she had managed to uncork while she spoke.

She had existed in this world for less than a minute and already she was beginning to pour a drink. Not even so much as an introduction... Though she held the red lacquered bowl in her palm, now filled near to the brim with a clear liquid whose identity was betrayed by its aroma, out towards the boy.

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The Scion of the Ashbrand, Worker of Living Stone
Workshop, Outside of Fuyuki

The air was still, within Christopher's workshop. It was a matter of course, since they were deep underground, without a touch of wind to stir the insides of the network of rooms. Sighing, Christopher rose, preparing himself for the ritual he was about to take part in.

It was fortunate indeed that he had arrived early on. His Seeker had spun like a pinwheel and glowed to near-incandescence when he arrived in Fuyuki, signifying that the Three Great Families had surely prepared the city for an immense battle thoroughly and long before the war would start. Thus, he took his luggage and walked to a place where the Seeker didn't point to and glowed not, and set up shop. Looking around, he'd have to say that he didn't do bad at all, all things considered. His oxhide map of Fuyuki was just about complete, thanks to the data gathered by his smaller constructs, the bounded fields were intact and continuously topped up by the rituals he had enacted, and his golems were patrolling and ready for action.

It was hardly comfortable, but well, there was no need for comfort in pursuing the art of magecraft. Christopher knew that fact well enough. And that was all that this war really was, truly. Something to advance magecraft. Something that many agreed with, what with the immense amount of magi flooding into the city with. A great many of his peers had arrived, surprisingly.
He'd do terrible, terrible things for a piano though.

Well. No need to wait any longer, the day had arrived.

Stretching and cracking his knuckles, Christopher checked over the summoning circle one more time. It was unnecessary, all things considered. It was as perfectly drawn as it was hours ago, when it was first made. Golems really were quite useful for doing tasks that needed to be done to the letter. Drawn with the heartsblood of a freshly slaughtered ox into the center of the room, it was as good as it was going to get, with his od running at its peak just about now-

Right. Time to get the show on the road.

He cut his thumb and completed the circle, and began to chant that fateful aria-

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let my great Master Ashbrand be the ancestor"
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
The circle began to glow an eerie, dark red. It shouldn't be an error however, all possible variables were accounted for. The blood, probably.
"I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!"
He hoped he summoned a great hero. Losing the war wouldn't be all that great of a tragedy, but it would be an outright disgrace to him and his family if he was taken out of the war far too quickly.
"An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!"
No time for extra thoughts. The die is cast.
"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!"


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Vena said to post my CS in this tab. Yay!
Age: 8 years
Gender: female
Race: half-Ydran

Appearance: Amuné looks like a normal Muran child at first glance. It is only at closer examination that hints of her Ydran parentage. She is on the smaller side, lacking the slight chubbiness of most younglings. Her features have a sharp cast, though her ears are not so pointed that she cannot pass for Muran. Her coloring is washed out, with pale mousy hair cut a little past her jawline and light grey eyes. At the moment, her clothes are ragged and stained, her hair untidy and her face splotched with grime. She travels in the company of Wyth, a large moorcat. a younger version of Amuné

Element Affinity: Luminous (Seer)
Gear: Amuné has next to nothing in the way of possessions.

Brief History: Amuné's parents met by chance as teenagers when Baldur's tribe passed near Amira's village. Amira, who was studying to be a midwife and herbalist under the elderly village healer, came across him and a few others while out gathering plants. She had seen Ydra only rarely, as they didn't often come to her town, and she was fascinated by them and their animals. Baldur found her bold curiosity cute, and he enjoyed the energetic company of someone that wasn't from his people. They quickly became friends, and over the following few years, Baldur would make excuses to go off on his own to see her whenever his travels brought him within a day's travel. Eventually romance blossomed, and a tumble in the woods lead to a child. Baldur had moved on by the time Amira found out she was pregnant, but when he received word following Amuné's birth, he went to join her in the town. He was met with some suspicion by the villagers, as they had limited contact with Ydrans. This never completely went away, but his bright personality smoothed things over for the most part.

The pair were both Magi. Amira had minor skill with healing, and Baldur was a talented Air Magus. He also had a knack for woodwork and other small crafts, and his toys and kites became popular with the village children. Amuné was not formally acknowledged as his, as Amira realized this would make life easier for the child, and the girl had enough difficulty already. Even as a baby, the girl was a bit odd. She would react oddly to what appeared to be nothing at all, and at times her mood would change for no apparent reason. On occasion she was even afflicted with fits where she would not respond to those around her, instead focusing on something only she perceived and saying things that made no sense. Eventually it became evident that, among other things, she seemed to know the outcome of calls for her mother's services as a midwife before Amira returned home. Baldur realized his daughter had an unusual gift indeed: Sight. He'd heard of the occasional Seer but never met one. By this time technology was taking hold, and there was talk of the decline of magic, and the start of tension between Magi and non-Magi. As the victim of low level xenophobia himself, Baldur realized that her power could easily be viewed with suspicion, and imparted to Amuné the importance of keeping it to herself. She took his advice to heart, but cannot always control her visions, nor what she says during them, and there were at least a small number of villagers that figured out she had magic of some sort.

Life was good for the most part, but when the Church of the Nine Saints turned to technology and tensions erupted, as both a Magus and an outsider Baldur fell under increasing scrutiny. The townsfolk didn't mind Amira, for though she was a Magus she was one of their own, and a healer besides, but became more hostile towards Baldur, accusing him of stealing power from their Demacite crystals to use, even though he had all but stopped using his magic. The pair discussed leaving town, but Amira had spent all her life there, and while she was curious about outsiders the thought of leaving everyone she knew terrified her, and she couldn't bring herself to agree. The ill temper and seething discontent encouraged by the Church erupted one evening, and a mob came to kick Baldur out of their village. Amuné was outside playing, and she retreated to her father's side as the villagers confronted him. Baldur ordered Wyth to sit, so the cat wouldn't seem to be aggressive, and tried to talk them down and reassure them that he was not trying to cause harm to anyone. They didn't listen, and when a man who shoved Baldur brushed against Amuné as well, it triggered a vision for her. She said only "the village will be in flames", but that was enough for the riled-up townsfolk. They tried to grab both her and her father, over Amira's protests. With his daughter in danger, the generally gentle Baldur tried to fight off those going after her, using fists and his magic. He was not a strong man, and hadn't needed to defend himself in years -- not since he'd come to live in the village. Wyth made a better accounting of himself, but there were too many for a single cat, however fierce, to fight off. Baldur's aim was to take Amuné and Amira, if the woman would come, and flee, but he was unable to break away from the attackers. Following a solid stab to his hip and one to his shoulder, he told Wyth to take Amuné and run. The last she saw of her parents was her mother trying desperately to reach her fallen father as the mob turned on the woman as well.

Additional info: Frightened by the events immediately preceding her leaving her home, Amuné is more withdrawn than she was growing up.

Name: Wyth
Age: 10 years
Gender: male
Race: moorcat

Appearance: Wyth has an appearance typical to moorcats. He is a large feline, standing nearly two and a half feet at the shoulder, with a thick, slightly shaggy coat of mottled gray and brown, with a lighter gray and cream underbelly. His paws are proportionally larger, to help distribute his weight on the often sodden and muddy ground of the moors and marshland. His eyes are pale green, on the yellower side of the hue.

Brief History: Wyth was the kit of another moorcat owned by a member of Baldur's community. He imprinted on Baldur as a kitten, and has accompanied the man ever since. When Baldur fell for Amira and eventually went to live in her village, Wyth joined them. The moorcat is very fond of their daughter, Amuné, and treats her like he might a kitten.

Additional info: Originally the companion of Amuné's father, he now stays with her and guards her.

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In a cabin of the Aube Doré, Danica sat on the bed, clearly at ease as she leaned back with her legs loosely crossed and her arms propping her up behind her. The distant sounds of men calling to one another reached her as they unloaded the cargo from the ship. Over the years, Danica had developed an eye for hefty pockets and fine goods, and she knew exactly how valuable the expensive cloths and liquor aboard the ship were. A fine haul indeed. For some reason, they saw fit to keep her down here at the moment, so she lounged around as she waited for something to happen. She couldn't say she minded too much; the bed was comfortable enough and patience was something she had plenty of. After all, a thief who couldn't bide her time to strike at the opportune moment was a dead one, or at least very poor. Not to mention that she didn't have to help with carrying all those heavy crates around like the others on deck did. What a relief.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her look up as the bandit leader crossed the room to stand before her. She felt a slight flash of irritation as he reached down to pull her up, calling her "Naga" instead of addressing her by name, but she hid the sentiment flawlessly—after all, she was used to it, and she was used to keeping up quite a charming façade. With that in mind, she allowed the man to take her hand and rose smoothly to her feet, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get your money's worth out of me," she assured him, her eyes flashing dangerously as her mind raced, already planning her moves and strategy. She worked better in the dark, and the dim lighting of the hold would provide her with plenty of opportunity to strike from the shadows—literally. "Take care who you send down. Wouldn't want them to get in my way," she couldn't resist adding. While she could use the support reinforcements would provide, Dani regardless had a habit of running her mouth even when it might not prove to her advantage.

She drew her knife, observing its keen edge before carefully returning the blade to its sheath. Her bow and quiver were with her, but there wouldn't be much use for archery down here. Nevertheless, it seemed safer to keep them on her person, especially since her arrows were… "enhanced". It would require a lot of effort to replace all the toxins on new arrowheads if she were to lose her current stock. Her natural venom was always a useful weapon, even if she couldn't exactly bite through armor to get to a vital point. Still, she had enough to weaken her opponent and give her an advantage, at least temporarily. Rumors abounded in the cities that older Naga had venom potent enough to kill a grown Dimuran warrior with a single drop, but Danica highly doubted that was accurate. Maybe there was a grain of truth in there somewhere, but there was no way of knowing considering the average lifespan of most Naga living in foreign cities, and how reclusive they were. Maybe she would find out if she ever grew old enough, but she doubted that would ever happen either.

She was already dressed in full armor, of course. Considering they were floating in a river in the middle of nowhere with stolen goods, it wouldn't do to be caught unawares without battle gear. Satisfied that she was ready for combat, Danica locked her hands together, lifting her arms above her head in a long stretch as she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. She was already anticipating the rush of battle. Sure, there might be nothing out there and they could pull off the operation without a hitch, but experience had taught her to always be prepared, no matter what. So the Magi would wait belowdecks, melting into the shadows at the first sign of trouble with her knife in her hand.

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Despite all the stress Cecil was feeling he was still greeted with just a little bit of subtle comfort as Amuné took hold of his hand, his eyes going to it briefly before he sighed, smiling just a little bit. He didn't know what about it was so comforting to him, but it was certainly easing his worries if just by a little bit. Holding off asking about everything they were having to do was proving to be the hardest challenge he could face throughout the entire time he had been alive for. He couldn't compromise himself by asking stupid questions. This was just a giant pain to him at this point, like he wasn't entitled to learn more about the world all because he was with a stranger.

Once again after he thought he was safe for now as the conversation about alcohol continued, the attention was shifted to whether he was feeling okay by Zander and the inevitable question as to whether he was alright with a 'Seal Paper' being used on him. Raising his shoulders as he was brought to feeling considerably tenser he shook his head, disliking the very idea of something being used on him. "I am fine! I am most definitely certain I am okay, t-thank you", he spoke hastily, hoping he didn't sound too rude with that answer, "I'm just…concerned about falling in the water, is all. You know…uhh, metal just sinks…"

He really hated being rude but it was the easiest way to say he would have trouble with water without outright saying he was a Machina. This was certainly the most stressful time he had so far, even more so than the time he was completely caught out by a whole village no less and chased out of it. He didn't know why he was attracting this man's attention so much either, he was perfectly fine from an outsider's point of view while inside he was feeling tired because of the power he used yesterday. Trying to keep pretty quiet and to himself his attention was soon diverted to the massive ship that they were supposed to find, or at least it was 'massive' to him. He had never seen anything like it and was immediately excited yet anxious, knowing if he showed even a shred of excitement he would probably be questioned by the man again for getting enthusiastic over something normal to them. Growing flustered inside he let out a groan, keeping low as they hid away from the sight of those aboard the ship.

Cecil didn't know what the hell they were going to be able to do, nevermind what he might be able to do to help with this. All of it was designed to catch him out and he really didn't appreciate that. Watching Nymira and Ethan discuss their little battle strategy Cecil twitched when he was brought into the plan like he could do something useful like help defeat these men, briefly looking up over the bush before back to the pair. They couldn't be serious, they could take them out by themselves surely without his help. He wasn't going to be of much use to them anyway if he was just going to end up running low on power and appearing even weaker than he did this morning. If he was weakened on the boat and they threw him off then that was it for him, he would have no way to recover from that and would just sink straight to the bottom. "I forget: does the ship have to live…? Burn it, make them jump in the water", he grumbled, obviously not happy, "I don't even know why you brought me over here…"

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Zander talked slowly, like he was having to think about what he said when he replied to the girl's question. And then he apologized, though she wasn't sure why. She made a noncommital noise in reply. But he seemed genuinely concerned about Cecil -- that or nosy. She wasn't quite sure. "What's a Seal Paper?" Amuné asked, her curiosity overcoming her wariness. If this man was a healer it must be something related to his profession, but she'd never heard her mommy mention them. Besides, she could tell Zander was making Cecil uncomfortable, probably because the healer was asking to do things that might give Cecil away as a Machina.

When the Aube Doré came into view, Amuné's hand tightened on Cecil's. Bandits were bad people, stealing and sometimes hurting those they stole from. The child didn't really want to be anywhere near them, but neither would she have been willing to stay behind. She didn't know anything about fighting, so she couldn't be much help. "I can send Wyth with you three," she offered hesitantly. She was worried, though. She didn't want any of her friends getting hurt. "I don't think the merchant will be happy if we burn his ship, Cecil," she added. "Though it certainly would make the bad guys leave."


[System]
Age: 32

Appearance:
Height: 6'1"

Weight: 185 lbs

Likes:
+Caffeine
+Reading
+Conspiracy Theories
+Working-Out
+Talk Radio
+Cars/Trucks/Vehicles/etc.

Dislikes:
-Seafood
-Sports
-Cold Weather
-Bad Grammar
-Authority
-Disorganization

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Special Talent: Legendary Alcohol Tolerance

Profession: Mechanic/Owner Apex Designs, a small, single-door garage, tucked away on the industrial Southside end of town with enough room for about three cars inside.

Bio/Personality:
Joel is a man who views himself as someone not necessarily doing what they want to do in life, but doing what they're good at. He enjoys repairing the automotive woes of many of Sol City's wealthy clientele. However, even though his work is considered some of the best in the city, he's often equally known for his lengthy vacations and costly invoices. Additionally armed with a business degree that he earned off of an only briefly offered scholarship in his youth, he very carefully balances work, play and sometimes outright laziness. He keeps no set schedule and can be found in his shop sometimes at the most bizarre of hours.

Outwardly, Joel has a very arrogant aura that often turns off others. He's been told that he's "unapproachable" and though he likes the thought of being intimidating, sometimes he does feel a genuine desire to have deeper conversations. He enjoys flirting and being in some social venues, but often feels bored and out of place. He doesn't consider himself extroverted. Interestingly, he tends to talk non-stop while working on vehicles and has his own crowd of conversational regulars, often the bored and retired older men of the city, that stop by just to see what he's working on.

Joel is very aware of his eccentricities and has a warped sense of justice. He enjoys watching people that may have wronged him or refused his advice "get what they deserve" to the point of comedy. He likes that some may look down on him for his chosen profession, but at the same time wishes he was doing something else. He's never satisfied for very long.

Favorite Song:

Tell us about yourself:

Age: 32
What part of the world are you from?: VA, USA
How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Around 17
How often do you have time to post?: Usually 2-3 times per week, maybe more depending on my work schedule/other things.
Anything else you want to mention?:
I actually work a pretty cool job, but it does demand a lot of time out of me sometimes. I'm married and have three kids. Roleplay/Writing is one of my few surviving hobbies in adulthood next to working out and reading a book occasionally. I usually only have time to write one game at a time here on the Guild so this is it for now. I'm going to my level best to make sure its a winner. I try to take care of my players, so if you're reading this and thinking about joining, we'll be glad to have you.

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Joel Nicolosi
Wednesday Morning

Joel parked the Jeep in the long-term garage, popped the hood and took the battery kill-switch key with him as the headed for the international terminal. He didn't get out to Sol's main commercial airport often, but he always tended to enjoy it once he got past the idiotic security. A couple people recognized him in the baggage line and he casually waved and returned cordial greetings. The TSA checkpoint wasn't too bad and he was putting his sneakers back on in fairly short order. Glancing down at his phone to the boarding pass, he was about an hour ahead of schedule and had time to kill before he had to be at the gate. He slinked past a sign for the Sol City Grand Prix that still hadn't been taken down and set about his way.

Sol International was still fairly new and strolling the terminal was a bit of a curiosity he enjoyed and blending into the crowd for a while was a welcome change from the past few days. His phone and email remained full to the point that he thought he might have to hire someone to sort through it all. The thought crossed his mind that Sio might be a good candidate for such a task since she insisted on being there while he worked. She might as well be useful, he mused, but he quickly stored the thought as he continued to walk down the wide, main corridor with a book-bag slung over his shoulders. It was going to be a long flight and he planned to take care of some business along the way. The race winnings and his wager from Nissan had already been deposited in his account and he had made a list to spend part of the flight taking care of every debt he ever owed to anyone. His mother insisted it would be a classy move to at least donate some of it to a charity and he was going to take care of that as well.

Then there was the matter of Marlin and her family baggage. It occurred to him that she was much more interesting without her snooty rich family. They all seemed to be of one mind at the party and it was slightly creepy. Her tough-guy cousins had shot him some dirty looks and he contemplated what they'd look like when his thirty-five millimeter wrench went upside their head. Assholes. He had been nice enough in the days that followed and he returned her texts in a nice way, but again she seemed to be much stronger when she didn't have anyone to run to, like when he found her at the cargo office that night. Then there was Sio who was a whole different level of fireball. He grinned at the thought of women competing over him.

As was his usual custom, he first scoped out the gate where he would be boarding then headed over to the very posh Cathay Pacific lounge to kill off the remaining time. It felt in poor taste to ghost through the airport without saying anything to Marlin after she wished him a nice flight. She knew when he was flying and could see when his flight landed so he went ahead and texted her back telling her where he was and if she had time could stop and chat.

[Assistant]
Marilnalia Romus. Sol International
Wednesday, main airport.

The Chapter one Epilogue

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Marinalia she spotted Joel as she was passing through the airport. She was busy a second and sorting out a security issue with one of the guards, checking a cargo would be cleared. She had grown used to the guards, even the heavily armed guys with rifles who managed to saunter by looking remote in sunglasses and armour. They where people, just with a extremely serious job, and had been quite thankfulnof there prescense calming situations by sheer menace and matter of fact danger.

He was heading through security, he be there a while, the flights where busy and gates where running slower than average at this time of day. She still had to slot in a flight and transmit there slot over. It was easy ernough but just took some time to get some sense out of tower as to what was clear or not, and which cargo bays where free. Her Job was to make things work out, she would be back in air soon but she still had a few days off flight duty till next week thanks to all her life. She did not feel safe to fly quite yet. Especially with Bob majorly hovering at back of her mind. She would need alot of time to get past that event in her life.

Feeling a buzz and seeing her phone as he texted her. He was at a fancy lounge on the Asian section of airport. She knew the airline, he was not exactly flying coach to Japan. Her thoughts about Joel where mixed, she had to face him and he had left door open, but she was almost... Scared to deal with her feelings, but her therapist did say, she should face her issues and not let them fester. Probbly should follow professional advice.

sure. Cannot stay too long as I'm at work.

 Mali x

Walking over, she took a short cut waving her hand at a seeming wall and vanishing down a staff back route to the TSA point. Popping out and showing her I'd vmbefore being waved through the checkpoint. Staff with clearence could pass quite freely about the airports zones. The Cathy Pacific lounge staff waived her though with a slight dig at her airline. Always the same. Always.

yeah yeah... Groundies. My office has a nicer view.

Laughing, the airport staff from various airlines had a freindly rivalry, it was good nature's but rarely a little brash and louder. In her neat office uniform with fitted skirt, Jacket and wings, it was comfortable but she preferred a flight jacket. It was a a little older styled than some of the airlines but passengers seemed to enjoy the little extra touchs. Smart staff and neat well tailored uniforms.

Seeing Joel, she had finished her fruity tea drink and sat next to him, and nibbled on a complementary cookie she had acquired along the way. Patting down her skirt a a little nervous but also glad to hmbe able to talk, it was nicely tailored but she was not quite intending to be out and out like that blue dressed woman in micro dress practically flashing anyone if she ever tried to do anything but walk carefully.

Hey, good choice of airlines... There fleets are all good spec. Very modern and I hear the food is OK. Well for airline food. Good luck over there whatever your doing.

Umm.. I'm sorry about Sunday night... Things got out of hand, alot . Cannot say I had a easy week, and I well... Thought trying to explain all this over text was a a little bit of a cop out.

You probbly think I'm a right... Hydra perhaps?

Sighing, how much did she tell a Joel? Did she utterly trust him or reserve some of it not to overload his side of things. Things where a tad tricky and did not to scare him off but not lie either. It was strange...

Bob, I never got over that attack.. Therapist seemed to think honesty helps. I lied to myself somewhat. Kinda why I've been so... Eratic. I should have just ignored that woman, but I cannot change the past, much as I can predict the future.

Now I've rambled. How the week been now your Sols fastest and greatest son? I'm guessing things still all sinking in and a a little surreal going from old to this.

Feeling more relaxed, surprisingly warm in this small lounge, she shed her jacket, with a smaller silver necklace of a planet with 3 linked moons glittering round her neck.

This is a a tiny bit embarrassing, and a big ask given past week.. but can you get me one of those Japan only picachu... I've wanted one since I was a kid and there only sold in stores in Japan. I've never worked in Asia, mostly North America and Europe.

Il offer you that flight I promised a while ago in return... See things from my office. Propper plane, its a replica mosquito fighter from 1945... Not a washing Machjne with wings.

Talking abit. And feelings a alike less self conchous than. The start, though still a a little realising how he might perceive her. Good or bad. Sure she probbly verbally threw out about 1000 words in short time, well her nerves told her she did. If they where right was up for internal debate.

Her eyes grey as always, but not hurt however still turmoil regarding everything, her sisters treatment and events, obvious she still had alot of things to make sense of first before she could say she was back to any degree of normal..

Maybe there was hope to try and patch up the bridges, she had been entitely honest and had relised with hindsight how badly the Gala had gone. It still cringed a a little how she hand handled that particular social occasion. Though that unpleasant realisation had taken a few days to fully process.

Victoria, what would she do when her sister returned too, if all went well she could be a new person, if wrong, need alot more support to handle the changes to her life. Either way, things where not going to be boring for a while. Her own or her half sisters.

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Joel eased down into a large leather sofa that afforded a handsome view of the flight line. Almost immediately a drink was in his hand; a rum and coke offered up by an attractive Asian server who already knew his name, drink and food preferences and delivered it with a smile. I could get used to this. He thought as a subtle score of classical Chinese music played in the background, though as the server cordially addressed him as Mr. Nicolosi, he was reminded of Sio. Aside from that, everything was peaceful, calm and extremely organized, which he loved. He felt more like he was in a James Bond movie than an airport and may have even felt a little underdressed in his standard cargo shorts and black Bridgestone hoodie. No one presented anything other than a warm smile and a crisp red uniform.

Seeing Marlin approach in her Daedalus ensemble, he sat up a little from sinking down in the plush chair. She looked smartly professional, much like when he'd seen her back at the old airport. If nothing else, she was pretty and devastatingly so, if he were being honest with himself, but as he had learned, she carried more baggage than the 777 he was about to board. He was a bit torn in what to think of her. They'd shared some pretty big moments in just a short amount of time and shutting the door completely on her felt wrong in some way. Then there was Sio who had managed to stay on his mind and he couldn't help but think of the lip she would give him for not cutting out Marlin completely after the stunt her sister unapologetically pulled at the party. Japan was going to be good for him, he thought. A get away from these women and their shit for a good couple weeks was what he needed.

"I told you, we go top shelf around here." He said referring to the airline with a slight wave of his drink laden hand. He'd never flown Cathay Pacific until he and Tommy had gone over before to negotiate for the engines. It was better than 'OK' by quite a bit. He listened to her ramblings go further and the smirk he was wearing faded. She was sorry? But for what? Things got out of hand?. He wasn't in the mood to bust anyone's chops, but he just couldn't let that go. If she wanted to really get to know him, then she was going to have to do better. "What are you sorry for, Marlin?" He asked frankly, looking back at her. He wasn't going to touch any of that stuff about her attacker or why she wasn't flying again. The fact that the infamous Bob was behind bars he would have thought would make her feel much better. She certainly wasn't feeling too bad about it as her and her family were talking copious trash when they raced out at the cargo airport and Bob was still on the loose.

An elegantly painted 777 touched down in the distance as she continued and Joel knew it was his flight. He didn't mind picking up her request, odd as it was, the damn things were everywhere over there. He listened as she spoke about the airplane ride and perked up a little waving his hand towards the green and turquoise jumbo jet approaching the gate. "How 'bout one of those big ones?" He said making light of the absurdity of it as he spoke. "Like a 747, one that's got four engines." He seriously doubted they would let him on the flight deck, but being able to scope one out for a while might be entertaining and he was trying to give her a chance to part ways on a positive note.


[System]
OC Name:
Daniel Gareth

OC's parent's name/age:
Mother: Cynthia Gareth (38)
Father: Christopher Gareth (40)

Age:
16

Race/Gender:
Human(White), Male

Birthday:
November 12th

Job:
N/A

Physical Description:
Dirty Blond short hair, almost always windswept.
His face is paler than most, making him more recognizable.
Despite being short, he is in good physical condition, i.e. well-built.
He is 5'6".
On his chin is a small scar only noticable to those who look for it.
He wears a blue jacket and a black short sleeved shirt, with normal blue jeans and black/blue running shoes.
He almost never wears a hat.

Personality:
Daniel is a troublemaker. He is known for pranking his family and causing light amounts of trouble, but at the end
of the day, he only does this to show people the extent of what he can do and setup; he has a need to prove himself to others.
Underneath it all, he wants to help people as much as he can, however he can. Daniel tends to be as outgoing, but he has a history of being shy around those he doesn't consider to be in his "Social circle".

Skills/Hobbies: No real skills other than being a Trainer, His only real hobby is biking and training his Pokemon.

Backstory: Daniel came from a modest life, born into a family of average wealth. From an early age he was taught how to hold
his own in the world. His father was often gone on business trips which caused Daniel to not have many memories of him.
The fondest memories he has of his father where when his father taught him how to ride a bike. Despite not being very good at
it at the beginning, he got better with his fathers guidance.

His mother was the caretaker, being there for most of his troubles. She was the one who introduced him to Pokemon in the first place, teaching him about simple Pokemon in the area. Soon after, his mother obtained a Caterpie, which became the family pet. With this new pet, he learned how to take care of and train Pokemon. Due to this experience, he has always wanted to become a professional trainer and be remembered as 'One of the greats.'

When he was five his little sister Celia (C-lee-uh) was born. He tries to be a good brother and protect her despite the many fights they get into. He tries his best to teach her how to be a good person with good morals.

When he was 11, he had lost his family's Caterpie in a forest nearby Cerulian City. Blaming himself for losing the Pokemon, he started crying. Indigo Rose found him crying and asked what's wrong. After hearing his trouble, he helped Daniel search for the lost Pokemon. With Indigo's help, Caterpie was found high in a tree and saved. They became friends not long after, hanging out whenever possible, and trying to defend him whenever he messed up. His life was calm afterwards as he continued to learn about Pokémon.

After finishing school, he decided to dedicate his life to becoming a trainer. Hearing of a ship going to Septoh he decided it was the perfect place to start his career with a clean slate. His mother offered to give him Caterpie (Lv 3), but he denied, wanting to only use Pokémon he caught on his own.

After giving a heartfelt goodbye to his sister, mother, and father he left, excited for the future.

Motivation: To catch them all/ Become a legendary trainer! (Duh)

Character Notes: N/A

Non-Character/General Notes: This is an extremely basic CS I use, I am still getting used to tools on this site and I will be changing things and making other changes to this sheet later on. Just ATM I don't have a lot of time to do that.

Current Pokemon: Grotle AKA "Twiggy" M (Level 26) ; Burmy F (LV. 20) ; Raticate AKA 'Rat' M (LV. 23) ; Exeggcute F (LV. 25)
Items: Pokeball (x1),
Currency: ₽60, $0
Age:
38
Gender/Race:
Human/F
Birthday:
December 23rd
Appearance:

Profession:
Full-time Mom!
Hometown:
Ambrette Town- Unova
Current Residence-
Outskirts of Cerulian City
Backstory: Cynthia lived a normal childhood, and lived a relatively unassuming life for such a lively person. Until her 20th birthday went on a vacation to Kanto, There, she fell in love with a man named Christopher. Instead of moving back to Unova she made the choice to stay with Christopher and the following year got married. Soon after she had a child whom they would name, Daniel.

She spent the next years caring for her child, and when she could partying with her friends and husband. Years later, After he daughter had been born, this rampant partying and drinking had adverse effects on her health, forcing her to stop and completely settle down.

The most recent years her immune system had been hit by an unknown disease, which causes her to get sick quickly. Combined with a new revelation of a Kidney disease, Destroyed her health, keeping her housebound and getting worse each passing day, and too weak to walk bounding her to a wheelchair.

Personality: Very softspoken and well-mannered, using the most mannered form of speech. Though when she laughs it is one of the most bubbly sounds known to man. Despite her dire circumstances, she is a very happy and bright person, much like her son and daughter.

Name:
Celia Gareth
Age:
11
Appearance:
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Gender:
Female
Birthday:
February 4th
Profession:
Eatin Candy and going to school.
Current Residence:
Cerulian City
Backstory:
Born only 5 years after Daniel, Celia was born extremely healthy, during her first 5 years of life there wasn't a day where she was sick. Though after one pretty bad cold, she gets sick frequently though only minor sickness's unlike her mom. Her life is that of a typical 11-year-old girl with little responsibility, though she looks EXTREMELY young for her age, like her father she is much darker than her mother AND ESPECIALLY her brother.

Personality:
 Almost always bright and happy despite the circumstances with her mother. She tries to be the light of people's lives and thusly is an extremely outgoing person.
Pokemon: Butterfree F(LV: 10)

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"Congratulations, you did great," Indigo said, running over to Dan and giving him a high five. It had actually been a bit... Inspiring. Plus, he'd been rooting for Joan to lose. All in all, he felt like if Dan could do it, then he too, could do it.

"I guess... You may have been right before, a little," Indigo said to Joan, though he still didn't quite understand what she was getting at. All he knew was that somehow he had to train too. But maybe, perhaps, it had some merit. Training himself, what did that entail?

"Of course I'm right! And I think you just got lucky," Joan laughed, shaking Daniel's hand. "Ah, well, you have my sincerest felicitations." She had some more to say though...

[Assistant]
"If you don't mind, I would love to sync our Pokedexs." Joan smiled and held out her Pokedex to Daniel.

As they held their Pokedexes back to back, she smiled in excitement. "Did you know, syncing Pokedexes doesn't just share contact information? It also shares Pokemon information. Specifically, it shares the locations of wild Pokemon."

There was a soft ding signalling a successful connection. "So let's see..." She took a moment to scroll through her Pokedex. "Ooo! Look at that! There are Wingull at Muzin Beach! I didn't see any last time I was there. Fantastic!" She looks up from her Pokedex. "So you see, linking with a local Pokemon trainer in a new area is a much more efficient way to find Pokemon than just wandering around blind. It doesn't look like I had seen anything new to you though. Sorry about that."

She then turned to Indigo. "I assume your Pokedex has the same Pokemon since you two travel together, but would you like to sync anyways? That way we can call each other if we want. We should all meet up and resync, after we've seen more of this region."

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"Sure," Indigo replied, handing Joan his pokedex. After the sync was complete, he remembered Sydney. Sheesh, he'd forgotten about him completely! Sure, after training yesterday he'd been tired and though to ask at some point, but he just hadn't gotten around to it.

I'll have to ask Dan... The same feeling he had experienced with rhe strange famous boy from just a day ago resurfaced. And he had that feeling with Joan too. The unsettling feeling that something was unfinished, that if he never saw Joan or Sydney again, then that would have meant his encounters with them would have been summarized by their single fleeting battles.

He... Didn't want that.

But at the same time, it was easier to just accept defeat forever. Why bother after all, when all his experience was telling him that he could never win? Perhaps... Perhaps training with Dan would help! He was sure he wouldn't feel nervous around his friend as he did with other opponents. Right, he'd ask Dan later, perhaps for a practice battle or something. Maybe he could glean some tips or something.

In the time he had spent musing and daydreaming in his own world, he and Dan had packed their bags and were ready to move on.

"Hey Joan. You heading out?" Indy asked.

"Hm?" Joan looked at Indy curiously. "No, I'll be staying here a few more days before I go to Muzin."

"Well, we gotta get going... One thing I gotta mention though."

"Yes?"

"Out of all the people I met, I think you're like one of the most..."

"Ooh, let me guess! Brilliant? Driven? Talented?"

"... Annoying," Indy finished dryly. "Try to tone it down a notch." Upon seeing her try to get out a comeback, he shrugged innocently. "Hey, don't take it personally. You gave me advice so I thought I'd return the favor." He grinned.

"Oh shut up! I beat you in a battle!" Joan protested.

"Yeah, well, so did a kid who looked like 13 so there's not much to be proud of," Indy giggled. Mentioning his loss stung, but talking about it made it sting a little less. Throwing some humor into the mix eased the unpleasantness of the memory even more. He waved. "See ya."

And they continued on.

[Assistant]
Dan chuckled a bit at Indy's pokes of humor at Joan's expense. It only took a moment after leaving for Dan to realize he left his Pokeballs sitting out back where they stayed. He didn't know why he took them out originally. Maybe cause he liked looking at them cause the colors are nice to him.

"Hey Indy, I left something back at that camp." Dan said as he dashed off "Wait here, I'll be back!"

As soon as Dan arrived back in the camp for his Items, Joan noticed him and said "Hm? Back already?"

"Ah, No, No I forgot something here by accident." he said as he picked up his Pokeball's. As soon as he was leaving he turned to Joan and said "For the record, I think your....pretty cool. Cool to talk to. Call if you need somethin, I'd be glad to help." Dan then dashed off before Joan had the chance to say anything back.

"Okay, I'm back. Let's get going." Dan said as he met back up with his friend.

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@prettydrops

As the pair walked through the rolling hills of Silent Road's eastern half, they saw a few more Buneary, Hoppip, but not much else. When suddenly, a fluttering of feathers behind them pulled their attention. Before them were three small birds (Pidgey) and one larger one (Pidgeotto).

Completely ignoring the two trainers, the bird Pokemon fluttered around. They were searching for something. Most of them were at least. One small Pidgey stood still with pride, holding a white leaf in her beak. This was her favorite game "The White Herb Hunt"!

[Assistant]
As they were walking, a flurry of feathers and cries alerted Indigo and Dan to the presence of some flying type pokemon, namely Pidgey and Pidgeotto. Just like Kanto... Indigo thought with a smile on his face. They appeared to be flying about in low, lazy circles, completely ignoring the trainers and focusing their sharp eyes on the ground.

Are they looking for something? He thought. There was a white leaf in one of the Pidgey's beaks; soon enough, another Pidgey grabbed the item from somewhere in the grass and crowed with delight. It looked like a treat indeed. He paused, thinking. If it was nutritious for them and they foraged for it so much, maybe it was worth looking for? He thought back to the Kee berries he'd found in Breezy Forest. Those had just been berries but they had been rare and useful to boot.

"Hey, let's look around," Indigo suggested. "Those Pidgey look like they're trying to find something."

So Indigo released Hero, Hawka, and Mimzy. Four heads were better than one, after all. "You guys see what those Pidgeys are looking for?" Indigo asked, and the pokemon nodded, especially Mimzy, who had been born and raised in this area after all. "Let's find some! Mimzy, you lead the way on this. I bet you might know where to look better than any of us." Mimzy slyly poked her tongue out at Hawka, who retorted back with a furious little peep, and kicked up dirt. The competition was brewing and Hawka was certainly going to serve it hot. However, their search was not without challenge. The herbs were not only difficult to find but the flying types caught on quite quickly. During their search, The Pidgey tried to attack and intimidate them. It was certainly tough, but Indigo's pokemon managed to keep the birds at bay.

After about an hour and a half of searching and battling, collectively they found...

Hawka the Torchic F- lvl 16+1=17
Hero the Burmy M -lvl 14+1=15
Mimzy the Buneary F- 16+1=17

Items: small pearl ×1
Kee Berry ×9
pokeball ×3
Cheri berry x6

Actions: searching for White Herb! and battling occasionally

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Dan followed suit with Indy, Curious as to what they had been looking for. His search yielded nothing. But a couple of battles from the same flying Pidgey's that attacked Indy. Dan had almost given up the search when he saw something in the grass.

"Hey, Indy! I think I found something!" He yelled towards his friend.


[System]
Character

Age: 19

Bio: Having been born just a few years after the Heartless and Nobodies appeared, life wasn't exactly easy. Mai's father was a part of the New Shinsengumi, and her family needed someone to succeed him should he fall in battle. Being the only offspring of her parents, she was raised and trained in the ways of the blade. Her dexterity proved to be a challenge at first, as being a southpaw in a group of orthodoxes meant that everyone would have to adjust for her, and her to them as well whenever they would spar or be partnered together. While she never neglected her studies and duty, her only wish was to be able to travel the world on her own.

One day after finishing her duties, the city her family was living in was suddenly invaded by a horde of Nobodies. Although she was told to preserve her strength and help with the injured, the sight of her father being wounded in battle sprung her into action. With a quick swing of her blade, the Nobody that had injured her father disappeared into nothingness. What she had in hand however, was no longer the blade that she had been practicing with, but rather, a Keyblade. No one knew what it actually was, but it was capable of defeating the Nobodies and Heartless that had been plaguing them with moderate-to-little effort.

Shortly after, Mai was frequently brought out into the fray due to her ability to combat the Heartless and Nobodies more easily thanks to her newfound weapon. Although her parents were against it due to her young age, they couldn't deny Mai's will to help however she could to deal with the threats that frequently popped up.

Despite her best efforts, sometimes her best wasn't enough. At times, the amount of casualties and even comrades of hers to fall were high. Being the only one who could properly combat both the Nobodies and Heartless, her constant fighting for over four years has been taking a toll onto her body. Although it doesn't come up often, Mai has started having an unconscious fear that one day, her body would break down and no longer be able to fight and move.

Personality: Upbeat, energetic, and very easily excited, she is always eager to meet new people and learn new things. She is also very loyal to her family, knowing nothing but their own teachings and lifestyle across the years. Aromatic food and sweets will almost always guarantee her attention, and she has a soft spot for children. In battle, she drops her cheerful demeanor in favor of a more serious and calculating approach. While she is no master at strategy, she is a demon in duels.

Skills: Being an adept in the ways of the blade, Mai is very good at Sword-based skills, however, she knows little-to-no magic. But she does have the capacity to learn them should she have a capable mentor to teach them to her.

[User]
Chease
Cheese was at the time still invisible, but the fact that Philippa had managed to get a few shots far too close for comfort made her change
her current approach to evacuating the citizens. Casting a quick glance over at Mac, who had leapt to safety.

"We can't go out there." Cheese slammed the door shut behind her. "How many are left?"

Dashing into the darkened living room Cheese counted four citizen's left standing away from the curtained windows.

"What about a garden?" Cheese asked.

Cheese then repeated hurriedly a few times before one of the citizens nodded understanding. Taking her by the arm the young boy lead Cheese and the other three citizens through the small kitchen and out into the garden that was bordered by neat brown wooden fencing on either side and a tall hedge at the bottom.

"il y a une clôture métallique!" The boy pulled Cheese back from the hedge. Even in another language Cheese recognised the word. Parting a few of the branches revealed the back of another house through a chain-link fence. "All up" the boy pointed to the top of the hedge. It was far too high to jump or even climb.

Cheese Grabbed the child under his armpits and the pair became invisible. "Stay quiet." She ordered and flew him over the hedge. After repeating this with the other citizens Cheese hopped back over the hedge one last time and into the house.

Mac
Mac swore several times behind the stone bench whilst it was being chipped away by Nora's attacks. There was then a pause in the rain of bullets and Mac tentatively poked his head around. He had left Cheeses knife embedded in the barrier around Drake where it hung in the middle of the spider web of cracks that had only grown larger under the barrage of stray bullets. At present though it looked like Seth had managed take out one of the terrible trio leaving just Nora and Philippa to deal with.

Mac took the chance to shout at Drake. "Just hit it you, stupid ba" Another wave of bullets forced him back.

"Mac." Cheese appeared beside him looking drained and breathing heavily. "Where's my knife?"

Mac simply pointed in the vague direction of where he had left it which earned him a very annoyed look. Without a word more Cheese emptied out of her pockets a candle, a bar of soap, a half used cigarette, a salt shaker and a small plastic container.

"The heck are you planning?"

"A Dispelling spell. It'll take down any barriers and protection spells nearby, if I do it right anyway." Cheese explained and held the cigarette up to his face. "I need the ashes from this. Smoke it."

Mac just stared down at the cigarette. "Cheese I'm trying to quit; I don't even have my lighter on m-"

Before he could finish another person then appeared beside them and while to Mac they just looked like some strange teenager, Cheese immediately recognised the magic brewing inside them.

"Light these." She ordered with the candle and cigarette held out.

[Assistant]
Ryteb was resisting the urge to throw up. What was the old saying, don't swim nor teleport less than half an hour after eating. For the first minute he didn't even pay attention to his surrounding, being brought back into focus when this strange woman started shoving things in his face. A candle and a cigarette.

"No thank you ma'am, I'm not allowed to smoke." Ryteb said, before his brain finally shifted back into gear, "Wait, really? You are asking me, a mage of considerable power and wisdom, to preform the service of a matchstick?"

The youth raised his hand, and flames of many colours appeared around him. His eyes glowed with an aura of mischief to them. "What is your next wish milady? You know you only get three right?"

[User]
V2 would find himself in the central square of a French - Swiss village, where two groups, one led by an sadistic-looking woman with a Keyblade, the other presumably led by an 18-year old with black eyes and messy black hair, were facing each other, with the sadistic-looking woman, whose short-cropped, but neat, black hair and fierce blue eyes shouted:

"Damn you, Apokaukos and Shahrukh! You think to swarm me with numbers? Fine, then, I'll bring in some minions of my own!" Opening a Corridor of Darkness, she shouted:

"Baron Carlstein, I need you!" And with that, a fat man clad in a silk tuxedo, with brown hair and bushy eyebrows, carring a golden Keyblade shaped like an aristocrat's cane but with biteings, walked through, his beardless face in a frown.

"Should have known you cannot do it alone, Philippa." He would then turn towards v2:

"My name is Baron Engelhart von Carlstein, one of the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. I have power over Munny just as Philippa has powers over Borders. And so," he would continue, as a shining ring made up of a mass of gold coins appeared around him, "I have to ask, is there some way I can buy you off?"

"Understood. You are my enemies." v2 said, robotic and emotionless as he snapped into a fighting stance so quickly you'd think he was a statue. This was somewhat exiting. Normally he would not be able to move nearly that fast. Moving that quickly, that precisely, was far too robotic to do in from of the adoring public. He did not have the opportunity to make full use of his body very often. "Thank you for the clarification. Identifying friend from foe in this situation would have proven otherwise problematic."

In particular, across the battlefield, he was registering the signature of something like a heartless. In the absence of clarification he would have gone right for that. That was not taking into account the not-quite-human signatures he was getting from here. This was going to prove difficult even with two apparent enemies right in front of him.

The antennea on his shoulders popped out, channeling into the finger he pointed at the fat man. "LIGHTHEART JAB!" He screamed, the electricity flying off in an arc toward him. Inwardly, he frowned. He disliked the Attack Name Protocol when it wasn't necessary.

"Reflaza!" shouted Baron Carlstein at the same time v2 cried out his attack. A green triangular barrier would surround the Seeker of Darkness, and cause the lightning to bounce off it and back to the robot!

"Ha!" spoke the baron, "you forget, my elemental concept might be relatively weak, but I am still a Keyblade Wielder!"

The lightning struck the robot, but didn't seem to cause him any distrss. The lighning split and was absorbed back into the antennea, which retracted back into his body. "I did not comment." He said, steaking forward under rocket power. He held out his hand, his blade snapping into pace in the strange way it always did, and bringing it down onto the fat man.

Only for Baron Carlstein to block the blow with his Keyblade-cane, before summoning a sheet of dollar bills to envelop v2!

While v2 was fighting, the Baron would then take out a Summon Charm and shout out:

"Summon, Owl of Athens!"

An ordinary-looking owl would then appear beside Baron Carlstein, then say, with the voice of an old man:

"What do you wish?"

"Tell me what this robot boy wants, and I'll give you enough money for 1000 burnt offerings!" the Baron replied as he conjured up clones of himself made up of Munny to further bother v2, buying time for himself.

The owl began whispering into Baron Carlstein's ears...

[Assistant]
"Over here! Quick!"

Mai's orders towards the civilians were short, but efficient. She was able to guide a good amount of civilians out of the village for their safety from the Heartless. The Large Bodies and Red Nocturnes proved to be a nuisance for her, as this was her first time encountering such enemy types. Even at a glance, she had sustained some injuries from said Heartless, but nonetheless kept her poise and acted as if she was unharmed to keep the civilians calm and under control, something she often did back in her home world.

Once the coast was clear, one of the last men in the crowd to join called out to her and began pointing towards central square. From what she understood, apparently there was something really big happening there.

"Oh crap!" The girl got too... comfortable in her situation, as it was something she was very used to doing a lot. Just as she was about to rush out, a sting in her right ankle momentarily paralyzed her as she regained her composure. "This is gonna be a nuisance. I'll need to be careful." It was an injury she sustained from a Large Body several minutes beforehand. It had blindsided her and caused her to land on her feet awkwardly and forcefully as she recovered from the attack.

"Did something bigger appear?" Was the first question that popped into her head. The sounds of a big battle in the square were echoing through the now empty streets, even as a few Heartless did pop up here and there, of which Mai quickly dispatched.

Once she arrived at the edges of the square, she took a moment to assess the situation. "Who the heck are all of these new guys?!" It didn't feel like she was gone for too long, but now there seemed to have been at least five more non-Heartless people she didn't recognize present and fighting. She couldn't tell friend or foe at first, but when she saw familiar faces on one side, it was clear to her that the others left weren't friendlies.

"What is going on here?" One of her supposed friendlies was getting ganged up on by figures that looked like the fat person in the farther back. "Is he behind this?" She poised herself for an offense, aiming her Keyblade at the big guy before closing her eyes to focus.

"One silent step." In a flash, the girl was just a few feet away from the fat person. "Two steps infinite." Mai pulled back her Keyblade as far as she could, "Three steps, a blade absolute!," before thrusting it forward in a piercing motion towards him. "Three stage thrust!" This move was one of her family's deadliest sword techniques. In theory, it is comprised of three thrusts that "occur and exist at the same time and place". Such a technique would normally not be blockable, and be very powerful. However, with Mai's very grounded logic and mindset, she isn't able to properly execute the technique, and instead in her state, it is just three very powerful thrusts that occur one after another.

That was the idea at least. "This is bad." She put too much pressure on her right ankle during her movement, and in her second of pain, caused her attacks to slow down and give her target some time to retaliate or block should he have noticed her arrival despite his size.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Nationality: Chinese

Occupation: Chemist (not the working in shop type)

Field of Expertise: He is an expert in chemicals, toxins and metals.

Languages Spoken: Chinese, English, Hindi, a little German.

Personal History: Huan was born to a very poor farming family in a remote village in Qinghai province, in China. He grew up in a very small hut with 3 brothers and 1 sister, so space was very tight. He was forced to sleep in one bed with 2 of his siblings, and therefore he often got next to no sleep. His parents, despite their situation, tried to make the best of it. They as much money as they could on books and paper, so all of their children could read or write. This is how Huan lived for the first 6 years of his life.

Then, the holy package came through the hole in the door that served as the letterbox. It was from a British charity, and Huan's family had been chosen for a large sum of money. Instead of using the money to fund a better house or life for them, Huan's parents used it to send their children to schools in Xining. It was there where Huan found out that he was a boy with a flair for learning and academic work. Astounding all of his teachers and peers, he excelled in pretty much all of his classes, from science to history, from maths to geography.

He excelled all the way through school, and then he applied for the top university in Xining. He decided, as it was his favourite subject in school. As expected, he did very well there too. He graduated at University with flying colours, and went on to begin working in one of the provinces top research labs. He was often tasked with working on projects that involved testing poisons on animals, and although Huan didn't like them, he kept his mouth shut. He had heard about the trilobite creature and the pterosaur creature on the news, and didn't think much of it. Until one fateful day.

It all happened so fast. He was visiting his parents in the village. Then he heard smashing and screaming from outside. He told his parents he'd be right back. Huan walked out so see people fleeing, carrying babies and helping elderly relatives. Then the creature came cascading along the road. It crashed straight into his parent's house. Huan, crying, searched the rubble. He found them, but it was too late. They were dead. For a few weeks, he fell into a deep depression. Then he heard about the UN's plan to form a task force against these creatures. Huan quit his job, and after a lot of persuading and demonstration of his skills, he was allowed to join the force, as one of it's leading chemists. His aim is now to create some kind of toxin that will be effective against the Kaijus.

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JUNE 1, 2019
SOMEWHERE OVER THE CELTIC SEA

The big plane was surprisingly quiet, the flight steady and untouched by turbulence. They'd reach their destination in very little time. They had a good pilot up front, Major Carvalho thought with approval.

No one had really gotten to know each other yet- they had all been rushed to The Hague and thrown into an office building barely a week before, and each person had been so occupied with getting his or her responsibilities in order that there hadn't even been time for a casual chat with anyone else, let alone a beer at the pub. And now, suddenly, they were going to Ireland before they had even managed to get unpacked.

Carvalho's tablet chirped. He took a peek at it, nodded to himself as he saw the new email from headquarters. Perfect. The last thing he needed to brief everyone.

"Alright, listen up, everyone," Carvalho said abruptly as he got up out of his seat. He turned on the intercom to the cockpit so the pilot could also hear what he was about to say. "You all know we're going to Galway, Ireland to assist there, but until now we haven't really known what we're getting into. Facts still seem to be scarce, but let me tell you what I can about the situation there."

He ported the viewing screen at the front of the cabin to his tablet. On an ordinary flight, this might show movies to bored passengers. Instead, it displayed a still photograph. A sandy beach, peacful and idyllic- except for the series of perfectly round holes leading out of the water. A meter wide and two meters deep.

"Footprints, ladies and gentlemen, at the beach by the little town of Cathair. Taken two days ago. The tracks of something very big, with round feet and no toes. And something that is apparently very hungry."

A new photograph came up, a scene of total carnage. A small rural pasture, the normally green grass stained red by blood. Tufts of wool and a few identifiable chunks indicated that this was all that remained of a herd of sheep.

"These footprints lead up to this paddock. Fifty-eight sheep dead or missing, torn apart and swallowed. By what, we don't know. It must have happened in the dead of night, no one saw or heard anything. The Irish police force, the Garda, was put on alert. Looking for sheep thieves, pranksters, god only knows what."

The photo changed once more, this time to a Nissan Terrano painted in white and yellow. The vehicle had been cut completely in half, and dried blood covered the crushed hood. "This is one of the Garda patrol cars, found this morning on a country lane outside Spiddal. Two men inside, and both are missing. As you can see, the whole vehicle was cut completely in half. Not torn or bitten, ladies and gentlemen. Cut, like with some giant blade."

The Brazilian frowned, then went on. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, you know as much as anyone else. We can safely assume it comes out of the water at night, and it seems dangerous. But with no witnesses, we can't say much else.

"The Irish authorities are keeping things quiet for now. They don't want a panic on their hands. The Armed Forces are being mobilized, but frankly they're not much. The Irish Air Corps operates no armed aircraft and the Navy is more of a glorified coast guard, so we'll be dealing mostly with the Irish Army. Now, I know you're thinking to me 'João, just splatter the thing with tanks and heavy artillery' but believe it or not the Irish Army has neither of those. So, they called us for help, because we're smart people who think outside the box, right?" He smiled, hoping the humor would cut some of the tension.

"So let's do some thinking before we touch down in Galway," he invited the group at large. "All of our heads are better than one. So let's hear some ideas, some thoughts, whatever you guys have so we don't show up empty-handed."

He opened a bottle of water and took a long swig, looking expectantly at the group.

[Assistant]
Lorenzo sighed loudly as he was sitting in his seat relaxing and waiting. More or less anyway he was chewing on a toothpick he had (which he has like 20 of) in his pocket. It was a nervous habit he developed whenever he was working on his own project or in stress he chewed on one since smoking was a bad habit and not a good idea whenever you were working with experimental gunpowder for example. As he looked out the window he soon turned to see their fellow ally Carvalho start talking about the situation they were going to Ireland that much Lorenzo knew what he didn't know was the situation. Evidently their was a monster or something incredibly large the odd thing was the destruction that was left over. First it seems like something large was crushing the area around it but when he saw the vehicle that cut in half Lorenzo covered his mouth in shock. Most weapons cant get anywhere close to that clean of a cut besides plasma weapons you see in TV or in video games. Lorenzo put both his hands together and bowed his head "May they rest in peace" Lorenzo said before he looked at it from a scientific point of view. Its obvious that something large came through and while it could crush anything it had some sort of blade as well for slicing. Now their friend Carvalho wanted people to start brainstorming ideas when he said that they were the smart people that much was obvious so that made Lorenzo smile a little but now to think of a plan that doesn't require heavy artillery or tanks.

Lorenzo first idea was to try and see if this was an animal then could it be moved away like any animal. What if we treat this case as if we were trying to keep a dangerous animal away? If we could set up all available heavy light equipment we could flash them simultaneously to any human it would at the very least blind it or make it think that we are firing more shots then we actually have. That however is if we don't want to kill this thing. If we are looking to kill then I say we set up all available vehicles near the coast line and set up c4 to blow at once at the very least this would injure the creatures legs. This is all conjecture however since we have no idea what the creature looks like or if it has armor plates to protect itself from said explosives" Lorenzo said thinking that he had two good ideas having both a violent option and a non violent one so now all that was left was to see if any of the others could come up with better ideas...

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The small cricket walked across the bare sand, its face making twitchy and quick glances every now and again. The sand underneath it began to twitch a little and the cricket leapt a few inches away. After a few seconds, all was calm again, the cricket having seemingly forgotten the incident, as it walked right over the twitching spot. Something scuttled out from under the sand the cricket ran for the walls, but it was too late. The creature was on it in seconds, biting it, before everything went black.

Huan Xiao watched the spider feed on the cricket in the small plastic box with pure interest. He had always loved the way spiders hunted their prey. Growing up in rural China, he had been exposed to large spiders at an early age, so he was pretty much immune to the baseline fear that most people have of them. This wasn't just any spider however: it was a Sicarius species, a six-eyed sand spider. They have one of the most toxic venoms known to man. It's too docile to bite people, but the venom is extremely necrotic and deadly. Huan glanced over at another vial he had. It was filled with extracted Ricin, which is a poison from a castor bean. And, sitting in a foam filled box, tightly shut with locks, was a combination of the two. It contained at least a litre of the stuff. 50 millilitres could kill several elephants. Who knows what a litre could do.

Huan had spent days and days in his lab, extracting the very worst parts from both of these poisons and venoms. He had several dozens of six eyed sand spiders, and at least 20 castor bean plants. Eventually he had extracted enough, and then he had then atomically combined them. Huan was very tired, but very proud. Could he have done it? Could he have found something which could kill, or at least heavily slow down a Kaiju? The tricky part, however, was the delivery of the poison. He had spoke with a few engineers and they had provided him with two methods, and a few prototypes of each.

Huan heard Major Carvalho speak about the situation. When he saw the picture of the car, cut in half with the blood, he couldn't help but look away. These men probably had families. They were probably grieving, and Huan definitely knew what it was like to lose a family member to something so out of control, something so out of anyone's control. He heard the Puerto Rican speak, and he was pretty impressed at the fact that people were already forming complex plans. He stood up and spoke in fluent, but accented English.

"For several days I have been working on creating a venom which could be useful against the Kaijus, and I am pleased to say that I have hopefully completed that part." Huan lent down and grabbed a pair of tongs, and lifted the combined venom bottle out of the box. "This substance is an atomically bonded mix of Ricin and the necrotic venom of a Sicarius species spider. Therefore, it has the pure toxicity factor, and has an extremely necrotic edge. You've all heard of hobo spiders, or brown recluse spiders correct? Now imagine the venom of one of those, but several times worse. Now you have the venom of the Sicarius. Anyway, now I propose two delivery systems. One is safe but has a high chance of failure, the other is dangerous but with a low chance of failure. The first method is to drop a kind of molotov cocktail filled with the substance into the creatutes nostril or mouth. The second is using crossbow bolts which are infused with the venom. With the second option, we would need someone on the ground to shoot the beast. Thank you for your time." Huan sat down and placed the bottle in the box, before waiting for everyone's reply.