[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 63 /Illithid/Male
Appearance:

Occupation: Varrus was a chief medical officer specialising in chemical warfare and genetic research . Varrus is known throughout the alliance for making agents that liquefy lungs and could even melt your face off straight through your suit. He has also experimented with genetic augmentation to create the Federations deadliest soldiers. However, he was captured and transferred to be forced to work with the crew of the Revenant.
Weapons:  The P.E. 01 is a classic rifle used by the iIllithid empire. While an energy based rifle, it is capable of using ballistic based ammunition if needed. This rifle is truly special in its ability to siphon psionic energy form its wielder in order to super-charge its rounds for extra damage. It is a semi-auto rifle with deadly accuracy and is a highly desired weapon on the black market. EMP grenades followed by canisters containing various toxins and poisons as well as 'other' chemicals. These other chemicals act as boosters to allow average specimens to perform incredible acts of physical prowess outside their range on normal abilities.
Armor: Varrus' suit is energy shield but primarily used as a hazmat suit. Due to the brittle nature of his species, his suit acts as a environmental suit used in the most hostile conditions.While it may not be capable of taking a missile, it can filter out most toxins and withstand a variety of environmental hazards to an extreme degree.
Items: Aside from surgical equipment and a variety of secret chemical cases, Varrus carries nothing of interest except a list of names written on paper.
Skills: A science officer and medical expert. Varrus is capable of performing surgery on an alarming amount of species that are not limited to humanoid. His study of most forms of life has lead to to experiment with a variety of chemical agents. His skills as a chemist are also very noteworthy and have allowed him to develop a variety of chemical agents that the alliance has come up against.
Powers: Despite his frail body, Varrus possess a powerful mind. His psionic abilities allow him to speak telepathically and link multiple minds at once. When unarmed, he can also charged up psionic energy for energy based attacks. Due to his field of expertise, Varrus has taken particular enjoyment in peering into the minds of his victims to for interrogation. Strong willed individuals can resist but don't worry, Varrus has chemicals that will make them much more compliant.
Other: Varrus has a very specific reputation as a cold blooded murderer. His agents have allowed the Federation to make entire Alliance colonies disappear in a single gas attack. Make no mistake, Varrus is a killer and enjoys it more than any one.
Other:The Illithid Empire stands as a technological marvel. While some worlds have advanced more in weapons, armor, and instruments of war or space travel, the Illithid Empire stands unrivaled in medical advancements. Their naturally fragile forms helped bring about their need to develops a strong medical based technological system. What makes the Empire so dangerous is their natural affinity for psionic abilities. This enables their entirety of the Empire to function as a makeshift hivemind, operating only to advance the species and it's Empire. While their tech and psionic abilities make them troubling in combat, their understanding of genetic mutations allows the Empire to create massive monstrosities to ravage the battlefield. The Empire is not an aggressive one however, often buying dead or extremely hazardous worlds from other governments and terraforming the planet to enable a rich evolution of life. This enables a new world thought unbenifical and new species to emerge to join the Empire. The Illithid Empire remained neutral throughout the conflict between the federation and the Alliance though the Empire wished to have a hand in it. Sending diplomats to meet with representatives and both governments. The objective was to offer medical and relief aid by donating doctors and advanced medical supplies. They had no intention of being aggressors in the war. While the alliance unwillingness to work with 'aliens' declined the offer with rather rude comments, the federation accepted. With the relief aid of the Illithid Empire to back them. Casualty rates dropped dramatically. Neutralization of alliance chemical warfare also helped the Federation tremendously. When the alliance caught wind the the Illithid Empire was giving relief aid to the Federation, they began to specifically target medical outposts in hopes to make the Empire back off.

Name: Tobi
Age/Race/Gender: Robot, 23, male A.I.
Occupation: Special Forces
Weapons:
A heavy assault rifle with several barrels. Using ballistic ammunition, this weapon holds 100 round clips and is used to put a hole through the several guys behind the several guys you put a hole through.

The 'Arm Breaker' heavy impact ballistic hand cannon is the one to use to take out the guy behind the wall. This hand cannon was designed to use by combat drones and strictly uses explosive rounds. 6 shots per clip, and can break your arm in one shot if you are a human

Uses standard ballistic cluster grenades and frag grenades
Armor: Being a robot, he was built to be heavily plated.
Items: Built with several imaging systems which include thermal, night, infrared, cold(to spot cold blooded aliens), possess an advanced intelligent A.I. equivalent to this era's supercomputers, magnetic lock boots, and a small thruster pack. His systems are copper plated to prevent being shutdown by an E.M.P but if damaged enough, will become vulnerable to one. Plasma shield gauntlet to help defend against attacks, it can withstand 1 standard rocket before breaking and needing to recharge which will drain his battery. Note that this shield will not ease the impact of ballistic weapons. The shield can cover his body if he slouched his posture and squeezes himself tighter together.
Skills: Heavy weapons expert, skilled hand to hand combatant, efficient marksmen. Certainly more durable then something not made of metal.
Powers: Built to be strong enough to shoulder through weaker materials like stone. It will take a little bit but he could also rip a human in half and punch a hole through your chest. Can not physically exhaust but he does have a battery that can last one month inactive and one week active.
Weaknesses: designed strictly for planetary missions, his armor was not designed for the cold of space and is thused vulnerable to cryogenic weaponry. Due to a 'personality' error, Tobi has two personalities, one for killing and being irrational and for for being calm and strategic. They constantly argue over combat strategies and this could cause Tobi to literally freeze in place during a fire fight if they begin to argue too much. Despite being copper plated to prevent EMP'so, enough damage will ruin the copper and make him vulnerable to EMP attacks. Due to copper being a heat conducter, to much physical stress and use of his other gadgets could cause severe heating problems if he is not careful.
Other: Loves being savage and will shove a grenade down your throat if ordered to do so.

[User]
"... nngh..."

What a night that was. Tibulass woke up with a groan, still tired despite definitely falling asleep last night. Glancing over at the bedside table, which was just a shelf next to the bed, the bottle of the infamous God's Bile was opened, and sadly it was about half-empty. That was depressing, though it did raise the question of how much the girl drank last night. She certainly didn't feel entirely good, but she did feel tingly all over. Looking over at her side was none other than Matija, halfway covered in a sheet. She clearly didn't care to be covered last night. Speaking of those sheets... they were red in a few places?! What the hell?!

Panicking a bit, Tib looked down at her legs before noticing the many bite marks along her thighs. A few of them had dried blood trailing away from them. That's probably what caused the sheets to redden. Ah well, they could be cleaned. Both of the girls had a fair amount of evidence on their body of the night before, ranging from bites to hickeys, but nothing permanent could have occurred. Though... there was one spot that didn't look so good on Tib's chest, next to her shoulder. That, right there, was a prime example of a good time.

Sniffing the air, Tibulass patted the girl beside her while running a hand through her hair. "Hey girlie, wake up," the viking said before shaking her gently. "We need to go shower, we smell like sweat and liquor. Let's go steal Stryker's big ass shower, eh?"

[Assistant]
There was an awful ringing in the air when the siren finally came to. A nudge and a muddled voice greeted her morning when she grasped enough of lucidity to even process what she's experiencing. She had been sleeping face down when she woke and the first thing that she notices is the taste of iron on her lips and the dull pain of everywhere and everything. Matija groans and turned her head to the side to look at the voice and realized that she was sharing the bed with… Tibulass?

The thought jostled her awake, making her bolt upright and hiss from the pain of sudden movement. But between the pain and ringing in her ears she still caught the "...steal Stryker's big ass shower," to which she nodded in approval despite her body screaming at her to keep still and stay down, plus the knots welling up in her stomach at the thought of contact. "Y-yeah… We should. Does he lock it? Ain't good with electronic locks," she says as she smiles with her teeth.

With some difficulty, she managed to put on her clothes from last night. It also took her some effort to walk and sneak past everyone towards Stryker's cabin door, pick said door, and grant them access into the shower where she pulled the viking in with a languid smile. Leaning towards the other woman, she mumbles "Looks like you handled last night better. Help freshen me up? Not too loud now. These ears are sensitive."

[User]
Varrus stayed in the quarantine room of the medical bay through most of his time. He left only for small things like getting equipment or for food and water. He removed his suit and set it aside. Opening a case, he pulled out a syringe that was filled with a purple liquid. He walked over to his helmet and turned on its recording device. Test 137 of chemical FTM-43 will start. Varrus injected himself with the substance inside the syringe and waited for several moments. He then walked over to the door the went out the quarantine room. He opened the door and walked out of the qarautine room and simply waited for the results. He began to cough violently and his skin began to bubble. He quickly moved back into the quarantine room and sealed it off.

Varrus walked back over to the helmet he had recording. Until I look at the data collected by the nanites, I can only make assumptions. From experience, chemical FTM-43 allowed my lungs to mimic the natural atmospheric conditions required in foreign environments...however, it did not allow my body the self reproduce the enzyme on my planrt which our bodies have become reliant on. Due to this, I can't leave my suit unless I make modifications to the qarauntine room. On the bright side, I was not temporarily blinded this time. Regardless of the dosage, if my body cannot produce the enzyme, then all progress in other aspects is worthless. Varrus looked over at his data pad. Better get everyone in here eventually. Medical exams can be a pain but are very important. The waivers I give them and wether they sign them or not may determine their treatment. Varrus sent out a message to the entire crew reeling them they needed to report for medical examination though it didn't need to happen immediately so long as they showed up today.

Should I test another chemical before anyone comes in? I guess so, doubt they will show up anyway if Stryker told them anything about me. He looked into the briefcase and observed several syringes. I feel like this would look really fucking suspicious to other people. Whatever, I'll just put them away for now, don't want to look like a drug addict infront of people. Varrus closed his case and put it away. After putting his suit back on, he left the quarantine room sat down at one of the desks. I'll just look over the data the nanites collected.


[System]
Gender: Male(he/him)
Species: Pantoran
Looks: Vishu is a younger Pantoran male. His skin is the common blue of a Pantoran. His eyes are amber. He wears a soldier's outfit, though he is not a soldier.
Personality: Vishu is kind, but does not trust easily. His parents were murdered by the Sith, so anybody who uses the Force starts as an enemy to him.
More While RPing

[User] Kissimi has landed her ship in a field near the capital city of Lothal, and she is currently playing with her Loth-wolf friends, White and Brown. Her playful laugh is light as the white wolf knocks her over, licking her face. However, the brown wolf is more resigned, playing with the girl only when the white wolf is farther away.

[Assistant] Vishu had been walking for what felt like hours. He had been stranded on Lothal with very few resources when his ship was shot down by pirates. Vishu was on the bad side of multiple pirates. This is when he spotted Kissimi and her wolves. He watched them for a while, waiting for somebody to notice him. The Pantoran was appropriately wary, though the sight interested him.

[User]
After a few moments, the brown wolf catches a glimpse of Vishu and barks. Immediately, the girl stands, turning to study Vishu. She remains silent for a moment before speaking.

"Who are you?" Her voice carries, and her tone conveys a slight threat- she is not afraid to become dangerous.

[Assistant] Vishu also studied her, wondering the same thing. Of course, she had asked first, so he would be the bigger person and respond first. "My name is Vishu Soya. I was stranded on Lothal by pirates." He told her, holding up his open hands to show he meant no harm, as if he could sense her threat.

[User]
She thinks about his response for a moment before responding herself. This time, her tone carries a touch of kindness. Beside her, the white wolf barks and growls. Immediately, as the white wolf barks, the brown wolf utters a fierce growl and both wolves fall silent.

"My name is Kissimi. I live on Lothal mostly. Which pirates, if I may?"

[Assistant] He sighed. This girl, Kissimi, asked alot of questions for a local. "Gorian Shard and his crew," he replied, glancing nervously at the girl's wolves. The two animals made him rather uncomfortable. He slowly lowered his hands, watching both the qolves and the girl.

[User]
She raises her eyebrows, suspicious of Vishu's answer. If Gorian Shard really was mixed up with Vishu, this could go very badly. She knew who Gorian Shard was, and dislikes it.

"Gorian Shard is dangerous. Why would you mess with him?" she asks Vishu, turning her attention to her wolves for a moment, "Brown. White. Hush."

The white wolf whines but they both fall silent.

[Assistant] Vishu watched her wolves, still wary. But he dared to take a step forward, not knowing what the reaction would be but willing to risk it. "I was desperate. Please, Kissimi. Can you help me?" His tone took on that of a dying man.

[User]
Kissimi shakes her head. There was no way she was getting messed up with Gorian Shard.

"I am not getting myself involved with Shard," she tells Vishu.

She moves her hand down to her purple lightsaber, revealing it a little bit.

[Assistant] Vishu froze upon seeing the lightsaber. "Jedi," he growled, his fraction of trust towards her vanishing in an instant. He was already on edge, so seeing the loghtsaber hadn't helped matters. "Who really are you?"

[User]
Her expression changes at the mention of Jedi.

"I am not a Jedi. Nor am a Sith. I stole the lightsaber," she explains quickly.

Her wolf friends snarl as Vishu steps forward. But Kissimi puts her hand down and they fall silent quickly.

[Assistant] Vishu was still suspicious but nodded. "If you say so. So will you help me or not?" He got ztraight back to the point he was going for in the first place.

[User]
She thinks for a moment before finally nodding. She strokes the white wolf's head for a moment before speaking.

"Fine. What do you need?"

[Assistant] He smiled, relaxing a bit. "Thank you. I need transport offworld and to pay off Shard," he replied. He took another step forward, forcing himself to ignore the wolves.

[User]
It's her turn to stiffen. She takes a step back. The brown wolf barks and growls in warning, and this time she doesn't silence him.

"I can get you transport, but I cannot pay off your debt," she replies, voice tight with some strange emotion- perhaps annoyance, or maybe bitterness.

[Assistant] He seemed a bit co fused at her response to his seemingly sinple request. "Is there something wrong?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.

[User]
She nods, and her wolves growl warningly at Vishu.

"I am not paying off your debt," she replies, shaking her head as if disappointed.

Her tone is gentle, but firm. She gently taps the noses of her wolves and they vanish into the form of a pendant around her neck, one advantage of being Sith.

[Assistant] "Kissi, you said you'd- what the hell did you just do-!?" Vishu watched the wolves seemingly vanish with a rather alarmed expression. Vishu had seen many people with exotic pets, but never had anybody done that...

[User]
She smiles elusively.

"Magic," she replies simply, "now do you want off Lothal or not?"

[Assistant] "You're Force-sensitive, aren't you?" Vishu snapped, his hand going to his blaster almost immediately. He stepped back, stumbling over the ground but not falling. "Sith or Jedi?" He growled.

[User]
She sighs, putting her hands up as if to surrender. When she speaks, her tone is completely calm.

"No need to be aggressive. As I said, I am neither Sith nor Jedi. Yes, I am Force-sensitive," she speaks slowly.

Her tail waves gently, providing a small clue into her nervousness. But other than that, she is completely calm.

[Assistant] Even though her words do calm him a bit, Vishu remains suspicious. "How do I know you're not lying to my face?" He spat, completely forgetting about what he had originally asked her for.

[User]
Kissimi sighs, lowering her hands and her head.

"The Jedi were wiped out. The Sith killed my only friends apart from my wolves," she responds slowly.

Her words are believable, and her tone helps her case.

[Assistant] Vishu nodded hesitantly. "Okay..." His hand slowly moved away from his blaster, thoih his expression and tone are now closely guarded. He studied Kissimi for a moment before again speaking. "So, about that transport offworld..."

[User]
She tilts her head, her ears now pinned back and her tail lashing slightly.

"What about it? You expect it from me after you accused me of being allied?" She spits, glaring at Vishu.

[Assistant] He ducked his head, guilt flickering across his expression. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I jumped to conclusions. Please. I need to get offworld. Soon." His voice took on a guilty begging tone.

[User]
She sighs.

"Don't look to me. Go into the city," she snaps.

[Assistant] Vishu sighed. "Kissimi, please. I already tried going into the city. I won't be a bother, I just need to get back to Pantora." He looked up at her, trying to force himself to meet her eyes.

[User]
She meets Vishu's gaze, glaring. Her tone is cold when she speaks.

"What's in it for me then, Pantoran?" she replies.

[Assistant] He tilted his head. crap. I didn't think of that, he thouht, silently cursing himself. "Well, uh..." He began. "Well, I-" He couldnt'think of anything right away.

[User]
She shakes her head, turning to enter her ship.

"You have nothing. Just like I thought. Nothing but trouble," she hisses.

[Assistant] "Wait! What is it you would want in exchange?" He called, realizing that it wouls be easier if he knew what she wanted. His voice shook, but not with fear. No, Vishu was a desperate man.

[User]
She stops, but does not turn. Her hand moves down to her lightsaber, as if to warn Vishu not to try anything, or perhaps to warn him that her request might seem extreme.

"Well, that's simple. I want Cad Bane dead, most of all."

[Assistant] His eyes widened. That was an impossible task! "That's- I- that's not something- alright fine. I'll get it done, but I need transport to Pantora first."

[User]
"Nope. Bane is here, on Lothal. I spoke to him recently, actually," she hisses.

This time, she turns, glaring at Vishu with obvious dislike.

[Assistant] Vishu sighed. His hand went to his wrist by default- a nervous habbit. He nodded slowly. "Alright. We meet her in two rotations?"

[User]
"At dusk," she replies, shaking her head.

She knows Vishu will wonder why she's being so tight with her timeline, but she'll answer that if he asks. For now, she will play her own game...

[Assistant] "Wha- that isn't possible! I have to-" He stopped, realizing that she probably was doing this on purpose. "Why dusk?"

[User] "Some of us need to be home in time for dinner," she replies simply, "do you want my help or not?"

[Assistant] He nodded. "Fine," he said before turning and heading for the city. He pulled his hood over his head, mostly hiding what species he was.

[User] She watches Vishu leave and sighs. She enters her ship and prepares to leave Vishu behind, debating whether to actually do so or not.

[Assistant] He returned to the ship at dusk, a bit of blood on his uniform. "Kissimi! It is done!"

[User] Instead of being met by Kissimi, like he might have suspected, he is met by the white wolf. The wolf barks a few times, then pads into the ship, looking behind her as if to want Vishu to follow her.

[Assistant] Vishu hestitated for a moment befors following the white wolf. He didn't trust the wolf, but Kissimi didn't seem like the traitor type...

[User]
Kissimi is speaking to somebody via hologram, but ends the transmission the moment White and Vishu enter.

"Hm. You actually did it," she nods her approval, "not many people are that useful."

She goes to the cockpit and flips a few levers and pushes a few buttons.

"Get comfortable."

[Assistant] He nodded, trailing her then sitting in the co-piolt seat, not touching any controls.

[User] She guided the ship up and out of the atmosphere then set the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace.

[Assistant] He watched her every move carefully. He was silent for a while before he finally spoke. When he did speak, his voice was soft. "So, if you're not Jedi or Sith, what are you?"

[User]
She hesitates, turning her head to study Vishu. She debates her answer, knowing that the truth would probably be a bad idea. But she settles to tell said truth.

"I'm both..."

[Assistant] He blinked at her. "How is that possible?" He asked, tone taking on that of confusion. Even his expresson is rather confused.

[User]
She just shrugs, turning her attention back to the ship.

"Anything is possible," she responds after a few moments of silence.

Just then, the proximity alarm goes off and the ship drops out of hyperspace.

[Assistant] He stood, alarmed. "What's going on? Why did we drop out?" He asked, tone becoming panicked.

[User]
She checks the scanners and there's only one other ship she can find.

"Proximity alert," she tells him, sighing.

She startles as a voice comes through the comm system.

"Lady Kissimi. What brings you near Pantora?" A male voice crackles.

Kissimi motions to Vishu to remain quiet.

"Just passing through. Requesting permission to land," she replies.

The voice is silent for a moment. "Denied. Turn back before somebody gets hurt."

[Assistant] Vishu stiffened, again questioning who Kissimi really was. If the Imperials told her to turn back, then who was she? "Kissimi..." His tone is worried, but not afraid. He was worried about how Kissimi would respond, if she engaged it would probably be bad.


[System]
Roald Cliffbloom, Ratling Trailblazer
Username: BangoSkank
Race/Species: Ratling

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Roald is small in stature, not surprising for a Ratling, and hairy, also not surprising. He's tan and oddly fit for a race commonly known for their pot bellies. Wild eyebrows and up turned nose scrunched up with a large forehead. He has thick messy dark brown hair and sideburns as well as a neigh permanent five o' clock shadow. He often appears quite manic.

Attire:
Light Brown/Grey Head Wrap
Climbing Ropes Wrapped Up Around Shoulder
Green Cameleoline Cloak
Militarum Auxilia Chest Strap with Two Pockets and Skull Emblem
Standard Olive Drab Uniform Shirt and Pants
Thick Belt with a Canteen Holder Attached on One Side and an Ammo Box on the other
Bandaging Wraps Around Wrists/Hands and Ankles/Feet

Personality:
With his fellow Rogue Traders, whether alone with them or peacefully exploring a town with them, he is loud, crude, coarse, obnoxious, drunken, lecherous, gluttonous, and yet somehow still charming. He takes full advantage of his small nonthreatening stature, wide quick smile, and large eyes so that even when he presses things too far and gets a well deserved slap or push the conversations tend to keep on. He is easy to talk to, easy not to take seriously, and somehow despite how offensive he can be he rarely actually offends. He wants the things everyone wants, he's just more open about wanting them and generally wants more of them.

In the field, when out on a mission, he is much more professional and quiet during the scouting and traveling phases. Given an order he will quickly find a way to escape even his fellow Trader's view and then pop up again some time later having ventured ahead far afield. When the rifles start cracking his loud whoops tend to accompany his return fire and often, immediately after one of his traps goes off, his barking laughter can be heard from somewhere or other in the battlefield.

One of his goals is to become influential/powerful/wealthy enough to improve his peoples standing in the Empire. After the many slaughters and near genocide at Ornsworld he wants to secure a future for his people and be remembered for doing so. His other goal is to get laid, get paid, and repeat as much over and over until he drops dead. It is often not at all clear which is the priority for Roald.

He is a friendly drunken lecherous loud mouth, but also a sneaky, half mad, mean, little bugger. He works for a paycheck, the notoriety, and to get his hands on booze, drugs, tech, and women from across the universe.

History:
Roald's professional life began in the Militarum Auxilia. With his fellow Abhumans he served in this specialist division of the Astra Militarum as a member of a crew of Ratlings. He didn't manage to fit in quite as well as he had hoped. While his combat capabilities were exemplary his personality didn't do him many favors. Certain things are expected among a company of Ratlings but even then there are limits. Roald's inability to exist within these bounds led to his exile from the Militarum Auxilia.

He had served well as a Trailblazer. His confidence and restlessness made him a perfect fit for the primary responsibilities of the role, and his penchant for explosions and sometimes rather disturbing exuberance when sending rounds into the general cranium region of unsuspecting enemy troops served him well. He'd joined them in enough campaigns and saw them through enough tight spots that when his general debauchery and penchant for "borrowing" stuff from adjacent units and the populace in general got him in trouble he was assigned to stay on at the latest nothing planet and help to settle it.

He figured out fairly quickly that the soil was terrible, the company wasn't much to look at, and there was no one and nothing fun to shoot. The sedate life of a settler would never fit him and so he had joined on with the first Rogue Trader to make a stop on that dirt clod of a planet and so began his life as a Rogue Trader.

Skills:
Roald is the consummate Trailblazer, having found a role that fits his natural abilities and inclinations rather well.

In town, or during his Auxilia days around camp, he is quite proficient at procuring near anything he or his unit need or want. He can be very outgoing and friendly. He can also be very obnoxious and coarse. He is fairly good at disarming hostile but not yet violent strangers due to his diminutive size and goofy attitude, hoping to gain useful information about nearby likely hostile areas or the location of fun toys to play with.

Despite his often loud and obnoxious nature among his crewmates when he is on the job he is eerily capable of evading detection and remaining undetected while moving through hostile areas at a relatively high rate of speed. He can swiftly move up the sheerest cliffs and wiggle through the smallest of openings due to his small stature and considerable proportionate strength. Having moved unseen through these areas he is then able to help others navigate their dangers with minimal risk utilizing freshly made trails or old trails freshly uncovered.

When things inevitably wind their way toward some folks he is fond of shooting a lot of folks he doesn't particularly care for he utilizes some of the tech has has managed to "acquire" over the years to harass, distract, and slow down the enemy. Stealth cloaks, combat webbing, ropes, hooks, all manner of traps, and his small size and fondness for finding crevices to stick himself into (hee hee) allow him to create opportunities for himself to engage the enemy when they are at their weakest.

When it comes down to the actual shooting he uses those traps, his small size, his speed, and his accuracy with his Long-Las to confound the enemy and attempt to set them up to be ambushed by his fellow Traders or caught in their own crossfire. He has the uncanny and sometimes downright unsettling ability to set traps up in the most devious of places to inflict grievous wounds and sew discord.

Equipment and Weapons:
-Vox-Caster
-Monocular Telescope
-Canteen on Belt
-Cameleoline Cloak
-Climbing Gear

-Long-Las Rifle
-Combat Knife (attached to waist)
-Various traps and trap making materials

[User]
Karl knelt silently on the floor beside his bed in the crew quarters as he prayed. He could not sleep properly on the beds that the vessel had. It was too soft in his opinion, it felt like it would collapse under him at any given moment. While the others may appreciate the 'decent' bed, Karl did not and opted to sleep on the floor beside his bed. The cold and hard surface of the floor eased his worries and aided him in his pursuit of rest. He followed his morning routine, like he had done every day in the past twenty eight years of his life. At 0500 he woke up and began his morning prayers to the God Emperor of Mankind. He may be no longer part of the guard, but no one could remove the guardsman out of Karl. By 0530, he began maintaining his equipment. Disassembling and cleaning his lasgun had become second nature to him and he needn't a second glance to each part to know which part goes. Karl was sure the machine spirit of his weapon would be satisfied with his dedication to keep it clean and functioning.

Unconsciously, he grasped his long sword and his whetstone and was about to begin sharpening the blade when he stopped himself before the stone abrasive touched the blade. Karl frowned and put away the whetstone and simply observed the near snow white sword that laid on his hands. This part of routine was no longer necessary. The rogue trader had upgraded his long sword to have a mono-molecular edge, as a welcoming gift he claimed. The Iothean white steel blade was already sharp as is, but it wouldn't do Karl any good by refusing the generosity of his current employer. Returning his blade to it's sheath he set his attention to his armor. He owed his life to these pieces of armor. In respect to them, he polishes and maintains the armor pieces with utmost care. He finishes his morning routine and suits up with his armor before the morning meals are served at 0700. The meals served in the vessel was leagues above the meals he remembered in the guard, from tasteless grey slop he was used to consuming on a daily basis to a meal that actually had flavor.

It had been a few hours since Karl finished his meal when the announcement was made that his lord Drake was getting a shuttle prepared. Without question, he headed straight to the hangars. House Drake had hired him to protect his lord from whatever dangers he may face in his travels and Karl had no intention to let his lord face them alone. A number of men were already prepared to board the shuttle along. He had taken position near the rest of his fellows and greeted lord Drake with a salute and the sign of the Aquila. It was then his lord turned to face the man named Lazarus and inquired if he was ready to leave. Karl need not reply when Lazarus said he could not speak on behalf of the armsmen. It was a given that wherever lord Drake goes, he would follow.

[Assistant]
"Oi! Daniel! Where the hell are ya bloody little runt?"

"Where you think he is?"

"Probably the whorehouse, or something of the sort."

"Nae, me and Jovas just checked it."

"Whatever, we don't have the time. Let's get back to the ship, if he wants to be an idiot so be it, let the Commissar flog him."

At last, with a peep around a barrel shipman Bauke gave a relaxed exhalation to the world in general. He'd heard some bigwig from one of the Adepta was going to see the ship, and that - at least in his head - was the biggest sign that someone without a soul had to get the feth out. He checked his pockets, counting his rather pathetic amount of Thrones and miscellanous currency. Then he looked in the small pocket sewn into his coat's armpit and removed the magazine from the stub-pistol, counting the bullets. It was a poor thing, ricocheting off of flak armour right back at you and causing just minor bruising against mesh-weave. But he'd learned to hide it right and proper, and knew to draw it at reasonable speed.

After a few moments of thought and respite, Daniel stood. He was still quite far from 'Nab' as it was called, and he didn't want to pay to get there by faster means. A second jogging on the spot and getting his breathing in rhythm, and he was off.

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It was hours later, but he made it. He was sweating buckets, his breathing was raspy, and his movements had become slow, weak. But he was where he needed to be. Daniel had heard a Rogue Trader was coming, and this was the perfect chance for life to take a turn in the right direction. What sort of rich bastard doesn't want someone without a soul, whether as an ornament or as a tool? After this thought hit him he quickly tried to beat the possible negative connotations of the words out of his head, for they were terribly unsettling for a young lad with quite the imagination at hand.

Daniel sat, eyes hazy as he tried but failed to catch his breath. A quick shake of the head was followed by him abruptly rising, and then striding over to the first person who passed by. "Oi, you know where the Rogue Trader that's coming could be found?"

[User]
So often in this world so much of fate rested on the head of a pin, so much was up to chance. If it should lean one way you might find yourself dining among the powerful and fucking among their wives. If it should go the other way you might end up shot, run through, mutilated, chopped up, reconstituted, and serving some prick who steadfastly refuses to simply let you die. A single moment could change your whole life, the lives of your future children, everything. It all rests upon the head a pin.

Such is a slightly cleaned up version of Raold's thoughts as a sweaty out of breath young man walked up to him, causing him to stop short and very nearly indeed spill his beer.

"Oi, you know where the Rogue Trader that's coming could be found?"

"Fuck," Raold, summed up that previous paragraph into one word, "Almost made me spill my beer."

The young man was wearing unappealing but practical clothes, dirty sweaty, tired, and looking for some Rogue Trader's. He was Raold's kind of people.

"Yeah," he replied with a grin and took a long drink of his beer, "Ah know where they'll be. Name's Raold, what you running from kid?"


[System]
Age: 15
Digivice color(s): Blue and White
Personality: Kiba is the personification of laid back. Very rarely ever taking an aggressive or threatening tone, Kiba likes to always keep calm and level headed beyond reason. There are many instances when Kiba just stares into space or at something far away for a few moments without even realizing it. Kiba in a way is a hidden strategic genius, being able to test complex scenarios in his head, though if he does this for to long he gets a headache, and has a knack for being able to use this skill in order to get out of tight situations.
(For Later) Kiba is often scolded by his partner Gabumon X for spacing out or just lazing around and not focusing on the situation at the time. Despite this they have a good relationship with Kiba respecting Gabumon Xs great instincts and tenacity and Gabumon X respecting Kibas good sense of judgement and battle strategies.
Backstory: For as long as he could remember his family has been moving around once a year or 2. Having traveled from places like South Africa to Antarctica, Kiba has experienced an exponential amount of sights and cultures. Since he never had a permanent place to live, he didn't interact with many people around him choosing instead to read anything he can get his hands on from love stories to textbooks. Despite moving all around the world, he never once tried to find out what his parents did for a living.

Base Form: Gabumon X
Nickname: Wolfy (By Kiba and no one else)
Attacks: Petit Fire Hook. Little Horn. Blue Blaster.
Digivolution Line: Botamon--> Wanyamon--> Gabumon X--> Garurumon X--> WereGarurumon X--> Metal Garurumon X--> Omnimon X (with Agumon X/WarGreymon X)

[User]
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Partner Digimon: ???
Digimon Lvl: ???
Location: Witchelny
Tag: @Otaku95 @Shiyonichi @Duthguy

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The surprise of his attire had died out rather quickly. From it, he figured this world of Witchelny altered some very important things about your appearance. While not outright changing you molecularly, it allowed certain aspects of your preferences to shine through. He felt comfortably in a suit and the mask that he wore, covered up the one thing he wished to hide from everyone. Himself. He was happy with this, having the mask on allowed him to be whomever he wanted.

Instead of sitting, Nowe stood up at the empty chair he would have sat in. He slid his hand in his pocket while taking in the others. The girl seemed confused, her questions typical, beyond that, it was her striking features that caught him by surprise. The white-hair guy was much more sarcastic, a clown in perhaps the most basic sense of the word. If not for odd looks, Nowe would have completely written him off as useless. However, their was stock to put in the rare-looking

"Give her some time, Kid. Let her talk." The boy's voice had very quickly become irritating to him.

[Assistant]
Kiba looked around room, scanning the multiple beds and people his age also waking up. ... Slumber party? was his only thought before laying back down. "Just a few more minutes ..." He mumbled to himself before falling asleep, only to be woken up again by two girls in the room talking.

"I'm very sorry about that," first girl apologized. "Unfortunately that's a side-effect of Witchelny's magic opening up a gate and drawing you here from your world."

Magic? He thought as he finally decided to sit and stand up off the bed.

"Oh, it looks like everyone's awake," the girl said cheerfully. "I suppose now would be as good a time as any to explain what's happening." She gestured to the chairs around the table. "Please, take a seat. I'll do my best to fill you in." Kiba nodded before sitting on the right of a different girl who seemed to be the only girl here (Ryuko). Kiba sat there half listening to the girl who was now named Norn explain where we are, only fully listening when a white haired boy and a boy wearing a mask Chimed in.

"So, Norn why exactly did you bring us here? After all sudden kidnapings are both quite rude and an Inconvenience." The white haired boy asked.

"Give her some time, Kid. Let her talk." The masked boy said in a somewhat irritated tone.

Kiba held his hands in front of him and waved "Neh neh, we're all very confused right now, why don't we listen to the fairy girl first." He said in a calm and relaxed voice with a small smile, hoping the two wouldn't cause a scene. "Miss Fairy, please continue." He said

[User]
If it wasn't for his headache and the fact that he didn't remember feeling tired, Danny would be convinced that he was dreaming. After all even with his eyes closed he could tell he wasn't in his room and he could two unknown female voices talking, even stranger was that one of the voices mentioned something about a gate and Witchelny's magic. His curiosity having gotten the better of him he decided to reveal that he was awake. The first thing he noticed was that wherever he was, was white. When he got out of his cot it became clear that aside from and the cute, but strangely dressed, girls there were three other boys.

After realizing everyone was awake the winged girl pointed to some seats and like everyone else Danny sat down. Apparently she was their host or something and was called Norn, a name Danny found somewhat familiair. She explained that they were brought to a different world thanks to the internet. Just as Danny wanted to ask why someone beat him to it. A boy in a strange mask berated the asker for interrupting and slowing the explanation down, while that was a good point Danny couldn't blame anyone for being curious in a situation like that. "Hey, there is no need to be snappy."

[Assistant]
Norn gave Robert a glare that could probably kill if she focused hard enough. "Look, the fact of the matter is that we needed help from humans."

"But aren't you human as well, Miss Mikihara?" Ryūko inquired.

"No... and I'm not a fairy, either," she said. "I am a fragment of the host computer-god of this realm, Yggdrasill, assigned to monitor and protect Nyttliv, the villasge you are currently in."

"'Host computer-god'?" the girl repeated. "So you're telling us that we're inside a computer?"

"That is correct. Everything around you is composed of data, and even your very bodies can be broken down into ones and zeroes here. To put it simply, you're in a digital world."

"And how do we know that this isn't some elaborate prank? For all we know, there's cameras hidden everywhere."

"I understand your skepticism," said Norn. She stood from her chair. "Please follow me. I will show you that this isn't some joke, and whast I say is true."

[User]
Robert thought to himself. 'Kid? I'm pretty sure we're the same age, judging by your voice. Are you trying to pick a fight you freaking hooligan! I'll have you know I was trained by a twenty year veteran of war in the art of kicking ass!' Robert seemed to not know who the hooligan actually was and surprisingly it wasn't the kid in the DTB cosplay. Though to his credit Robert hid his feelings well. Robert was about to make a snappy comeback when the sleepy looking teen interrupted his attempt at less mature humor. Well, it seemed like the teen at least diffused the bomb for now, but something told him this wouldn't be the first time, the masked kid rubbed him the wrong way. Though the teen in the cap and the last member of the people who looks normal group spoke up and called the masked kid out, which he gave a slight grin to. Which was followed by Norn's cold glare. He had gotten that look many, many times before from all his previous shenanigans and he responded the same way he always had by giving a wry grin. Then started to listen on the discussion on the subject at hand.

'The Digital world, huh?' Surprisingly he didn't really seem to be bothered by the idea and actually believed her for two reasons. The first reason being the last place he was at the real world, though considering that this world feels just as real as the other he wondered if that was the proper statement to use. Well in the real world he was in his families home, which was a luxurious over ten thousand square foot modern home with a full well trained and well funded security detail that was more of a small army and a top of the line security system which thanks to being a electronics company really did mean top of the line, as in better than some government buildings level. He doubted that anyone could just have sneaked their way in there. Though the second reason, was less solid than the first his gut instinct, well rather Robert was good at seeing though lies, as he liked to say it takes liar to know a liar, so he personally believed that the girl or well the computer wasn't lying no matter how insane this sounded. Robert simply nodded his head understandingly.

Thought the words 'Digital World' interested him the most. He had spent months looking into this rumors of another world beyond the screen and he finally found the actual thing. Even he was ready to give it up and just call it a simple story made up by a random troll on the internet, but the fact that original post of the rumor suddenly couldn't be found. Not deleted by the anyone, but just gone. Any traces of the original was gone without a scrap of data left and any digital copies were also gone as well. Which had reignited his interest once again, causing him to spend another month of free time locked in his room rechecking everything from every new angle he could find. Then suddenly bam. If he still believed in Santa he'd think it was Christmas, well except the whole being kidnapped part and the fact all that effort basically went down the drain.

The other part that brought up a red flag for him is the fact of they need help, why did they need help? If this place had magic what is causing such an issue they needed outside help? Especially since Norn called for help, how bad was it for these guys if a god needed help? What kind of disaster are they facing right now? How can we solve this issue? Before he could ask about their problems, Norn got up and went told them to follow her. Robert shrugged.

"Well guess we're having a field trip."

Robert returned to a proper sitting position and stood up from there and squeezed out to the left of the chair, before putting the sole of his foot to the back of the chair and pushing the chair in with his leg. He looked over to the others still sitting and deadpanned, mostly to irritate the masked kid.

"Seeing that I have no real interest in seeing moss grow on the rest of you, let's go."

He gave a wry grin to the masked kid.

[Assistant]
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Partner Digimon: ???
Digimon Lvl: ???
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Otaku95 @Shiyonichi @Duthguy @Crimson Lion

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Nowe crossed his arms over his chest in response to the backlash from his comment. An act that could be taken as resignation or a quiet defiance. It was up to the mask he was wearing to leave them wondering and his calm demeanor to hint them in the right direction. Judging from Norn's glare, he hadn't be the only one annoyed by the white-hair kid. Beneath the mask, he smirked. Then he took in what little he could from Ryuko and Norn's exchange. It was a lot at first but sure enough, he processed it all rather quickly.

A host computer deity? a summonings from another world? Norn's ramblings could be written off as delusions but he doubted it. And they were the proof of that. Ryuko, himself, and the other three had no connections to one another. They were strangers in the purest form. So how else could we have gotten here? Nowe touched the chin of his mask with two fingers.

Then stopped upon hearing Norn's instruction.

There'll be time for thinking later I suppose.

Without hesitation, Nowe started off after the ethereal woman with pacing steps. He always kept himself three or four feet away. Hearing the white-haired kid talking again had sent another arc of displeasure through him. But he refused to show it, he wouldn't give the kid the satisfaction of doing so. If he wanted to act the jester, than he'd let him make a fool of himself all he wanted.

[User]
When Norn mentioned Yggdrasill Danny remembered why her name sounded so familiair, it was from Norse Mythology. If he had still believed everything to be a dream this would only make the suspicion stronger, as things were it simply made him wonder why a parallel word would use those names. Not wanting to reveal how much he doubted the story given to them by the "fragment of the host computer-god" he stayed quiet.

Eventually after some good question from the other weirdly dressed girl about the whole thing being an elaborate prank Norn said she would show proof that she was telling the truth. Since everyone got up Danny did the same, but making sure that the winged girl was too far away to hear him he muttered something under his breath.
"I just hope we don't end up regretting this."

[Assistant]
Mikihara led the group through what seemed to be a relatively small castle. The walls were built from white stone, and the floor was a polished white marble as well. It struck Ryūko as odd that there was nobody else around. Maybe if they were in a computer, some kind of subroutine or whatever cleaned things up? She glanced at her companions, feeling just a little bit outnumbered in her subconscious "battle-of-the-sexes" wariness.

Soon Norn had led them to a balcony looking out over the town of Nyttliv. For all it was worth the place looked like a village you'd see in a fantasy film: simple, sturdy huts with thatched roofs, with one or two being made from bricks and mortar. Again, Ryūko couldn't see anyone or anything, except for what appeared to be a large dog loping down the street.

Past the huts and other buildings was a wall, made from tree trunks, giving the area a very pioneer-esque look. Then there was a single road, a thick forest, and--

Ryūko's jaw dropped as she looked up into the sky. The sky itself was normal... except for the giant mountains floating in the air, tethered to the ground below by roots and vines ranging from the width of a man to as thick as a city bus. Norn seemed satisfied ast tBhuttoe girl's reaction. "Is this sufficient evidence of my claims?"

[User]
Kiba noticed Ryuko glancing around at the rest of them, if only for a moment, and noticed a tad bit of worry. He moved closer before giving her a gentle nudge. "Don't look so worried, we're all in the same boat." He said with soft eyes (Clearly not knowing the reason for her wariness.) before walking ahead of her.

As they exited into the balcony Kiba looked at the sights in front of him in awe. Magical floating mountains that defied everything he knew before, with beautiful forests that defied ecology. Kiba stepped forward and smiled softly at the beauty that he now knew was the digital world.

He was breathless, only able to muster a single word. "... beautiful." He said with a small smile.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: Chise stands 5'4" in height and weighs about 124lbs, making him relatively petite. Despite this unimposing stature though, he carries himself with a form of unthoughtful confidence that one might expect to see from an especially-airheaded lion. Chise, though, is far from a lion. Alongside his petite stature he possesses soft features, and nape-length, unkempt black hair that frames his face loosely. This dark hair is in direct contrast to his fair skin and bright, blizzard-blue eyes, which look surprisingly piercing once focused on something. Additionally, the only musculature to his frame appears in his legs, and only due to the fact that he enjoys running. The accumulation of his features, alongside the fact that Chise likes to wear loose, "fun" clothing, leave him appearring quite androgynous - as most aren't even sure of his gender until they ask - and even then, he occasionally has fun with a little fib.

Personality: Were one to describe Chise's personality in one phrase, they might use the term "Wildcard". While this may appear to be true to anyone but his closest friends, there is some degree of nuance behind it. In truth, Chise does appear to have a care-free, bright disposition. He's very easily described as outgoing, and is often the most likely in a group to try and engage with others. He is a lover and proliferator of jokes and playful banter, and is always game for an adventure. It has been said by fellow students that one can rarely predict what Chise will do next.

Chise, however, is not one-dimensional. In fact, he is far more observative and thoughtful than one might think. One might even say he's too thoughtful. Verily, he takes any current situation in which he finds himself, and dissects it piece-by-piece in the back of his mind, almost like breathing. This meticulously thorough predisposition, while sometimes useful, is in reality a safety mechanism and leads Chise to be, in truth, rather paranoid. He takes into account and tries to prepare himself for all possible outcomes or events that can occur with a situation - regardless of how unlikely they are. This leads Chise to be somewhat untrusting of others, and he tends to keep people at arms reach, even if he might seem to be outwardly chummy.

Skills:
* Quick-witted: Chise's mind is quick when it most needs to be. He's capable of thinking and reacting quickly to things others might not. His mind explores multiple avenues of possibility at any one time.
* Quick-footed: Chise's body is equally fast. He possesses a quick step, and while he's not particularly athletic, he is accustomed to running and feats of parkour; pasttimes of his.
* Physics nerd: While some might not see it as that useful, Chise is an absolute physics-nut. His grades in physics class have always been superb, and he readily sees ways in which any physics-based tasks can be engaged - which is quite useful for performing creative pranks.

Equipment:
* Snacks (Gum, Pocky, Lollipops)
* Super-bouncy balls
* A small pocketknife
* Rubberbands, Glitter, Balloons ("prank items")

Echo:* Name: Providentia
* Appearance:Coin
* Abilities: When manifested, Providentia splits into two pieces - the first being a coin through which a portion of Providentia's exceptional vision is imparted to the wielder - and the second being the main body of the Echo itself.
	+ When looking through the coin, in a similar way as a monocle, it grants the wielder a weak spectral vision of what will happen at that specific spot a couple seconds ahead. The coin can be manifested seperately from the crow, and also works as a monocular.
	+ The main body of Providentia, the crow, possesses a stronger sense of future-sight, as well as the ability to fly, naturally. It also boasts good physical stats - but its abilities currently end there.

Brief Backstory: Even from a young age, Chise had little going for him. He was borne to a household in which he saw no mother, and the presence of his father did little to make up for it. The man was abusive, and Chise had little reasnoning as to why, even to this day. Despite the seeming lack of logic behind such treatment, Chise eventually began to adapt to the cruel reality he was dropped into. Over the years, he grew capable of escaping and sneaking past the various abuses he would otherwise endure.

This growth, however, didn't come without its own price. Many defense mechanisms were buried within him as he found his way to relative "safety". He changed - and, in truth, one can never know who he would have grown to be without such mechanisms and developed mannerisms. Nevertheless, even if he grew further from his father and the old man grew less interested in directly abusing him with age, the damage had already been done -- but Chise was an.. oddly joyous-seeming personality. Something that he, in the back of his psyche, recognized as a coping mechanism. But what reason had he to fight it?

Eventually, when he grew old enough, he made the decision himself to move in with his Aunt. And it changed everything for him. Well, almost everything - he still had his.. damages. But, hopefully.. that was all behind him now.

Having now lived with his Aunt for a bit over a year and a half, Chise has been able to pursue more and more things that make him happy as time goes on - and his grades have even gone up, too! Now though, he searches for something that really uplifts him on a deeper level than shallow things like his current hobbies of parkour and playing dress-up.

[User]
Gotoh Yuzu

Yuzu was begrudgingly walked through the crowd of students, her head down looking at her phone as she tapped her way through an endless stream of social medias. She had no club to be at and no real friends she wanted to be around, so she had to wrestle with the daily issue of what she could be doing with her time that wasn't studying or doing more scholorship papers. Yuzu figured that either way, she would probably be heading right back home but that was far too unappealing.

There was something that was on everyones mind that even Yuzu had to admit was interesting, this Strange Gospel stuff?

If you asked Yuzu, it was either a hard scam or a cult thing, both of which were very appealing to high school students with nothing but free time. Unluckily, Yuzu was also a highschool student with nothing but free time.

As Yuzu began breaking away from the greater rabble she made way for the grocery store, may as well get a snack or something while she does this. She did have the link to this Strange Gospel thing after all, off of a number she doesn't recognize of all things. If you wanna do a scam, at least obfuscate it a little, right? All she had to do now by the looks of it was wait for that next day response.

"I swear to God if this is just a fucking virus..." She grumbled to herself, idly looking around and- hey was that the fucking Yakuza chick?
Landshark

[Assistant]
Another day of school ended, but let's be honest, no one really cared about what was happening around the school these days with the rumors circulating about disappearances and a strange man being seen about town at night. At the heart of it all though was Strange Gospel, something that no one was entirely sure what it was. Well, it was an app, but the purpose or even the origin was dubious. An app that that showed someone the future that was now feared to be the source of various missing cases throughout the damn city and who knows where else. Still, it sounded like a work of fiction, a rumor that someone made up and posted on the web.

Life has a funny way of being though. The sick twist is that it was real, and Hattori Kauro found himself stuck in this mess. One way or another he found the app or more accurately, the app found him. He knew that there was something greater than what the rumors because he had seen what he assumed to be a potential future. If the design of the app was to show the future, then the next logical step would be that the second video showed him a bleak, terrifying future. The next question is the purpose of the app. No, the purpose isn't to just show the future; it was to communicate though to what end was beyond Kauro. However, he did have one working theory about where the abductees were taken. They were most likely in that tower that he saw in the video.

The sensation to solve something beyond mortal comprehension was a thrill that one would have difficulty to describe, but he was also not stupid. He only had two weeks to solve this mystery or else he was going to disappear just like everyone else who had made contact with this app. Ruin was creeping around the corner, ready to draw Kauro down with all the other victims, but he was going to be a step ahead. He had to be.

These were the kind of thoughts he had when walking down the school corridor with his friends. He was completely dead to the world, his eyes glazed over, and his ears deafened to the conversation going around him though over time he could almost hear his name being called. Well, that was until a girl just shouted into his ear. Kauro almost jumped from his skin, which was pretty unusual for him given how used to jumpscares he was and turned to look at the group.

"Yo Kauro! What're you zoning out for? We've called you out like five times!" One of them said, a girl with long black hair.

The truth was that he had not told anyone in his friend group that he used the app. The last thing he wanted to do was make any of them worry. Kauro smiled and said, "My bad, my bad. Just lost in thought. So, what's the plan?"

Someone else from the group piped up. "We're thinking Karaoke to blow off some steam. Things have been way too tense at school recently with everything that's happened."

"Sounds like fun. I'll just text my aunt to let her know that I'll be out late," said Kauro as he whipped his phone out. Going out with his friends wasn't the entire reason why he was so keen on this. He needed an excuse to go around and look for whatever the hell that mysterious figure popping in and out of town. Of course, finding it was an incredible risk because it could be the thing responsible for the kidnappings, or it could be his ticket out. It was his only lead given how little information he had.

With all that in mind, he exited the campus with his school friends and made their way through the town.

[User]
Mentions: N/A Location:School Courtyard

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Chise's hands sat nestled comfortably in each of his front pockets as the repetitive, brief "chht-ing" sound of his skipping footsteps struck out with each of his shallow strides. Said strides led him away from his previous location - the school track. The period before the sound of the school's final bell had consisted of Chise hanging out at the edge of the track, slacking off as he is wont to do. One might see such behavior as a display of his disinterest in track club, but on the contrary, he did enjoy his time there - he just didn't take the sport itself that seriously. Which is why the tense environment of the school as of late what starting to irritate him a little.

He drew his hands from his pockets and splayed them out in front of him as his skipping changed into a jaunty walk.
"Oh, come one, everybody!" He called out to nobody in particular as he passed by a few groups of students, a few of whom he gauged as being a bit more skittish than usual. "Loosen up a bit! All these nerves are starting to feel a bit contagious!" He expressed, tossing a couple edifying glances at a few students who looked over to him. Perhaps he didn't know them personally, but Chise was no stranger to strangers, and he had a bit of a reputation for having little filter or ambitions, so it only seemed natural for him to address even a small student body.

Although he hadn't expected much change, the lack of any shift in the tone of the area left him shoving his hands back into his pockets as his walk continued forward. The tail-end of one of his glances left him heedless to the person which he was about to collide with, until they clashed. Chise let out a short "oof" before rolling with the collision and saving himself from a tumble as he unsteadily backpedaled a few steps. "Ack- sorry, friend. My head was screwed on a bit backwards there, won't happen again!" He apologized with an atoning glance even as he continued his path with an unabated pace, offering a brief two-finger salute in friendly adieu.

He was in no hurry, and so his stride was on the casual side. If he kept his current trajectory, he'd be hitting the sidewalk which would lead away from the school and towards the middle of town. He had taken it upon himself to decide to get a few groceries for his Aunt on his way home - though he had to admit he also wanted to get a few things for himself as well. He shifted the weight of his backpack, which casually hung off his back on one shoulder.

While his demeanor seemed just like his usual, carefree self, in the back of his head he was wondering about what just-about-everyone-else was. The "Strange Gospel". There were those who didn't believe it - thought it a prank of some sort - and there were those who feared it. Being the wildcard he was, Chise wasn't settled on any particular theory - it could be fake.. or maybe it was real. In truth, only time could tell.

And he would know personally within two weeks..


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 20 (Don't you know never to ask a woman's age~?)
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment: Gallian S-1, Ragnaid, Standard Scout Equipment. One B-Type M1 Grenade

Personality: Kind, Friendly and Elegant, but painfully naive. While she may appear wise and insightful when discussing the topics she was educated on, her knowledge of the world in general is painfully lacking. Due to her pristine upbringing, she is also a massive neat freak and is unused to the sight of blood. She also has a strong sense of duty, and often bases her decisions on what she thinks she ought to do, rather than what she truly wants.

Bio: Born into a wealthy family, Lilly is probably about as close to an aristocrat as you could get without actually being an aristocrat. Her father owned a string of arms factories, factories which had brought him immense wealth during EWI, as the constant demand for rifles meant he was never lacking for business. As such, Lilly never wanted for anything material during her childhood, with her father paying a significant amount of money on tutors, private sports coaches, etc, and her room was never lacking in books or toys to busy herself with. She was highly educated in economics and philosophy, as well as the art of running a business, and her sports coaches ensured that she was never out of shape by challenging her with tennis, running, swimming, and even archery. The unfortunate part of her strict upbringing, though, was that she rarely got a chance to get away from her family's estate. It was quite safe to say that she had no friends of her own age during her upbringing, and that the only people she really got close to were simply the servants of the house (her father maintained a rather distant relationship).

When she turned 15, her father decided that it was time to teach her how to handle a rifle, particularly the ones they produced. The thought process went along the lines of "If you run a manufacturing business, it is your duty to at least know how to use your own products." Though the grease and filth that had to be dealt with when cleaning a rifle bothered her, Lilly actually found the workings of the rifle to be incredibly interesting, and developed an intense interest in the sport of marksmanship. Her father was pleased with this, and once she was older, began to take her hunting on occasion (though always within the safety of their enclosed estate). As her skill in hunting increased, she found the prospect of being groomed as the heir of her father's business to be increasingly distasteful. While she was out in the woods, she felt at ease, free of the stifling atmosphere of the mansion. She longed for adventure and to escape the stiff, formal structure of her day to day life, little did she know that day was soon to come...

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Lilly calmly sipped her tea and signed her name on the recruitment forms with an old fountain pen. Across the table, her butler and friend Hanz was frantically trying to talk her out of her decision, pacing back and fourth. "Lady Jatmoore, I beg of you, will you not reconsider? Your father will be furious when he finds out!" Lilly finished dotting an i before setting her pen down and shaking her head. "No, Hanz, my decision is final. I will be joining the militia, and I pray that you will not further your attempts to sway me." She took another sip of her tea, before going back to writing. In an uncharacteristic outburst, the smartly dressed man slammed his hand down on the table, clearly distressed by her stubbornness. "But m'lady, what could you possibly want with war?! You are the daughter of a wealthy merchant, and your father expects you to take over his business for him. What would we do if you were to d-die!?"

Lilly paused her writing for a second time to wipe up some of the tea that had splashed out of the cup when the table was struck. She remained silent for a moment, before staring Hanz straight in the eye. "It is not about what I want, Hanz. War is a horrific evil brought about by power hungry men who see violence as the only means to get their way. I wish to have no part in it." "Then why-" "Why?" Lilly stood up and walked over to one of the windows of her study, before addressing the confused expression of her servant. "... Why indeed. Look, Hanz. From here you can see the countryside, the town of Eindon, the farmers toiling in there fields. Each one of them has a life they built for themselves, a home, a profession." She spun around to face him, a determined look in her eye. "A war will destroy their ways of life. The town could be razed, their fields trampled, their very lives could be taken by a stray bullet. In times like this, it is the duty of every citizen to defend their land in what ever way possible."

Her expression softened when she saw the look of sadness on her friend's face, and she continued in a more gentle tone. "... You are my friend and my mentor, Hanz, and I do appreciate your concern for me, but it is every citizen's duty to defend their country, and I am no exception. Please, my mind is made up. I pray you do not try to press me further." As she went back to filling out the papers, Hanz sighed and bowed. "Very well, m'lady. I will not impede your decision." Leaving Lilly to continue writing in peace, he walked down the hallway, his heart heavy. Lilly was always like this, driven by a sense of duty and altruism, but she lacked wisdom in the way of the world. He hoped that she would do well in her endeavor, but could not help but feel like he had failed. She had been sheltered her whole life. How long would a girl like her last on the front lines? Maybe he should tell Master Jatmoore as a final effort to keep her safe.

Other: Catherine O'hara is best girl!

[User]
Aaron was shuffling through the house, opening drawers, looking for things he could use. He had found some water, some gauze, some rope, and some cheese. He grabbed the items. He heard the door open, and Aaron turned, expecting an Imperial. Instead there were two girls wearing Gallian armor. One of the girls said something about an explosion. Aaron didn't know about any explosions. Well, except for the Gallian tank. And the earlier minefield explosions. Aaron decided to follow the two girls in case they lead somewhere or to someone.
"Excuse me, where are you going? My squad was recently killed, may I join you?" Aaron spoke up.

[Assistant]
'Sir, we're running out of time! He'll get awa-' Bons' plaintive voice was cut short by the distinctly warped sound of ragnoline going up; a barrel the officer had been using as an adhoc table had combusted and Meulemann wasn't entirely convince that he hadn't heard shots fired. From their vantage point a hundred metres away, he could see the remaining soldiers scatter in confusion, convinced that they were under attack. The Valkyria must have answered his prayer, leading another Gallian team to the same objective as himself; in that case, he had a duty to assist his mysterious comrades. 'Ten rounds, rapid fire.' The four soldiers opened up at the same time with two semi-automatic rifles and two sniper rifles raining death upon the remaining Imperials. As the enemy dropped like flies and melted back into the buildings surrounding the CP, Meulemann cast his gaze in the direction the remaining tank was firing, spotting a pair of blue figures sprinting haphazardly down an alley; must have been their mystery allies. One stumbled into an Imperial soldier, leaving the Captain seconds to line up a shot. Tarquin allowed himself a moment of grim satisfaction as the soldier's head exploded in a pink mist, before tracking back up the alley behind him to put fire on his squadmates. By the time he ran out of targets the other Gallian troops were well out of sight, leaving him with a lone Imperial tank shelling every possible sniper nest. He would have stayed in the hopes of getting a lucky shot, but soon found himself dragged to his feet and hauled from the wrecked house by Krauss and Varrot, with Bons leading the way northward to Squad Four's rendezvous point.

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It was hard to hide his childish grin as Harald claimed the radio kit before him. As the others policed the bodies of the artillery spotting team, he went to work on their maps and binoculars; they would only get one, maybe two salvos before Imperial command figured out what was going on, so he had to make it count. 'Monitor Four here, heavy fire support needed at... grid reference five seven four by three three nine, fire for effect.' Thank the Valks that he had taken the time to listen before cutting the team down or else they'd be lost for what to say. After a long moment, the radio crackled. 'Confirmed Four, sending in three, two, one... Ordinance sent.' The three of them paused, listening for the telltale shriek of incoming Imperial rockets... it didn't take long. The way the missiles arced high up into the sky on a trail of silver would be beautiful if he didn't know how bad life was about to get for those at ground zero. Four dozen rockets landed across a kilometre square of the inner city, vaporising entire streets with the unquenchable fires of pure ragnopalm. Harald tried to take solace from the knowledge that sacrificing half of Darktown had wiped out a company of enemy armour, but even empty, the place was like a part of his soul. It hurt to leave it, let alone see it burn to cinders. The radio crackled again, the clipped voice of the unaware artillery officer coming through. What would the poor barstard think when he realised what he just did..? 'Monitor Four, I've got reports of Gallian troops in your area; assess damage to target, then withdraw, over.' Toying for a moment with the idea of giving another set of coordinates, Harald abandoned the idea; too risky. If the officer realised his error he could just as easily drop those missiles on Harald's own position. Behind him the others had started up their stolen APC, draping a spare blue shirt over the Imperial insignia as a token attempt at an analogue IFF. The three of them drove off at speed, leaving the radio squawking the increasingly worried voice of the Imperial officer.

It was getting dark by the time the last of Squad Four reached the rally point at the northern grain silo. The Sergeant had set a tight perimeter around the building, guarding every avenue of approach; when Meulemann and the rest of the squad arrived, they were greeted first by suspicious pickets and raised guns. It didn't help that two of their number were from other squads; Bons, last survivor of Squad One and Private Dresner from Nine. Once everyone was assembled, the Captain called them all together at the squad's stolen APC. 'Well... Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let's see, we have... eleven souls. Eleven from one hundred and twenty... I pray that others were able to effect a retreat as we were.' Meulemann paused for a moment, a deep weariness showing through his otherwise stern countenance. '... We must reach Fort Breda before noon tomorrow. The rest of the regiment will be massing there for deployment and it would not do for my company not to be present, even in our... current state. I... I must rest. Sergeant, please take over...' The Captain turned away uneasily, before settling down inside the APC to sleep. His actions confused Harald for a moment, until he realised that Meulemann must have been in his fifties at least; with all the minor injuries he had suffered and the stress of the day, it was a wonder the old man was still on his feet. 'Well.' Harald cleared his throat, getting back to the task at hand. 'There's enough space in the APC for all of us, so nine will rest while one drives with one on watch. I'll take first watch, Sykora you're driving. We'll switch out after three hours. Questions? Good. Get some rest, I think we're going to need it.'
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0430 March 22nd 1935 EC
Fort Breda, Seven miles south of Randgriz, Gallia

The APC finally trundled into Fort Breda in the early hours of the morning, flanked on both sides by Gallian troops and escorted directly to the command area. The Captain was the first to dismount and meet the delegation awaiting them, all high-ranking officers and their attendants. The Sergeant watched from a distance as Meulemann saluted crisply and was marched into the command tent; from the other officer's body language it was clear that they were the first survivors to reach the camp. With the officers doing the important bits and the escort wandering off, he took it as meaning that he and his men were dismissed. After interrogating a stray soldier about the camp, he roused the remaining sleepers back in the APC and he gave them all a tired but genuine smile. 'Well, we made it. Captain's dealing with the paperwork so I think we're stood down for the moment. Come with me, all of you; the mess isn't open, but there's a NAAFI over there. My treat.'

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Through out the ride back to base, Lilly barely moved, much less slept. She just sort of sat there in a trance, barely even noticing when one of the more altruistic squad members used their ragnaid and some bandages on her wounded back. "Thank you..." Was all that she managed to choke out in response. The shock of having to kill, nearly being killed multiple times, and then running for her life across a city had reduced her to the shell of a person, her personality having withdrawn to avoid further mental damage. She was exhausted, terrified and shaking, hugging her knees as she curled up in the far back corner of the APC. The only thing that jolted her out of her catatonic state, was when Sergeant Harald nudged her and informed her that it was her turn to take watch. Nodding slightly, she stood up and slowly staggered to the front of the APC, barely avoiding tripping over her sleeping squad mates. Despite her withdrawn state, she was still able to act as an effective lookout, even if she was quiet when she voiced concerns about possible sightings. Fortunately they were all false alarms. ... or maybe she imagined them...

Her lookout shift was coming to an end just as they pulled into Fort Breda, so Lilly remained perched in the hatch until everyone else started to dismount and gather around the Sergeant. When he offered to buy them all something from the NAAFI, Lilly tiredly pulled herself out of the hatch and landed heavily on the ground, nearly collapsing from the impact. Dragging her feet as she slowly followed after them into the squat little building, she secured them a table in a corner, while the rest of the squad went with Harald. When they returned, she asked in a shaky voice: "I-is that it, Sergeant? ... Are we safe?" Upon receiving confirmation of this, she slumped back in her chair, leaning her head against the wall. "Thank the Valkyrur..." It looked like the weight of the world had been lifted off of Lilly, and her nervous shakes died down to allow her to resume her usual, much more serene appearance. Within a minute, she was fast asleep in her chair, the exhaustion from the past 24 hours catching up to her.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
 Height: 5'5"
 Build: Slender
 Hair: Ash blond (light brown)
 Eyes: Green
 Clothing: His attire consists of a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black, over-sized hoodie with a pair of black gloves. Additionally, he wears a pair of dark green pants with black combat boots.
Skillset: He is experienced with the functionality of machines, due to his upbringing, and has an adept knowledge of science. He is also talented at picking locks and has a decent amount of knowledge in medicine. Though he is not the strongest, he is fairly nimble.
Weapon(s): .45 Auto Pistol & Combat Knife
Personality: Though quiet when with strangers, he is quite the talkative person when given the time to become adjusted to another's presence. Armed with a sarcastic personality, as well as an offhanded tendency to snap at people, he does have an odd sense of obligation for other people's safety and well-being, even if they have done him wrong before. He also has the habit of hiding things from people, fearing the consequences he may have to face if he were to tell them. As for himself, he could be considered rather unconcerned and reckless.
Biography: He grew up in the same town as Jace, sequestered in the marshlands of southern Georgia. His father worked as a mechanic there, which included supplying the town with purified water. When the machine began to break down gradually, though, rations had to be issued, which caused the family to become unpopular when there was not enough for everyone to share. His mother died when he was young when there was a "freak accident," and afterwards, that only gave the other townspeople more reason to ostracize the family--if the man could not be trusted to keep his own family alive, then how could he be trusted to keep an entire town alive? When he was sixteen, he fell ill from radiation poisoning, but recovered; after this close call with death, he decided to begin his research on a long-term solution for the water issue, studying Project Purity and more cases of a G.E.C.K. working miracles. About two years after, he and his closest friend, Jace, set out on their journey to search through Vaults until they discovered one.

[User]
"We should start looking for a place to set up camp for the night," Leith announced, his voice little more than a soft grumble. He had barely spoken after they embarked on their sudden detour, going in the direction that the short-stack and jackass claimed was the site of the nearest vault. His stomach churned as they drew nearer and nearer, thinking of just what could be waiting for them there. Experiments gone wrong, nests of mutated creatures unique to that particular vault, hallucinogenic chemicals being pumped through the air system. He rubbed one hand over his face; they had to be close, and he wanted at least a night to rest and mentally prepare himself.
 "Are you okay, Leith?" Basil asked, catching up to the ghoul, who had taken the lead hours prior.
 Leith glanced down at the kid; not that anyone would notice, but his lips were pursed. "Define 'okay.'"
 "Hmm...like, you just look really worried. Is something wrong?"
 "Is something wrong? Kid, look around you; everything's wrong these days," he said. Noticing the snapping tone in his voice, then the slightly hurt look in the kid's light green eyes, he sighed and added, "I'm fine, short-stack."
 "Well, that's good," Basil replied awkwardly.
 After a moment's hesitation, Leith asked, "What about you? Not in shock or anything from your friend almost dying back there?"
 "No, I'm fine, too," Basil said. He shrugged. "He didn't die, so I'm not going to worry about something that didn't happen, you know?"
 Leith nodded, "Good mindset to have." He then pointed out, "Wait, I never even introduced myself. How do you know my name?"
 "I just picked up on it," Basil said with an unconcerned shrug, clasping his hands behind his back.
 "Oh. Well, what's yours? I didn't pick up on that."
 "Basil. Like the herb."
 "Basil...my wife used to mix that into our tea. Was nice, so...nice name to have, I guess."
 "Thanks." Basil rubbed his arm anxiously, as if hesitating to ask something.
 "My wife's gone, kid. Can already tell you're the inquisitive type, but too polite like Kaye-kid back there to just outright ask." He smiled softly at Basil. "Hey, looks like your friend is giving us the stink eye. Should probably get back to him. I need to be scoping out some rest sites anyways."
 Basil nodded, and turned to head back to Jace without any protests. However, before he went, he said quietly, "And...I'm sorry about your loss, by the way."
 Ducking his head, he whispered, "I am, too."

[Assistant]
Despite Jace telling himself over and over that he simply didn't care what Basil did in his own time, he couldn't believe his own words. He eventually fell to the back of the pack to keep a close eye out on the two newcomers but was beginning to wish he hadn't. No matter how much he tried to pry his gaze from them, he couldn't stop glaring at the back of the ghoul's skull as he and Basil conversed with one another.
 They seemed to be hitting it off very well and it made him wonder just what had occurred in his...medical absence. Had they made some type of agreement that they weren't telling him when he was unconscious? No matter how much he tried to understand, the more he begun to wonder what made the ghoul so likeable in Basil's eyes. In all the years Jace had known him, he had been the loner aside from himself and didn't have any other friends aside from himself...he was always the only one, and now this bastard wad in the picture. He hated that he was making him jealous, a ghoul of all things.
 'He is smarter than me and knows more about the mission than even I do...and I have been on this mission since the beginning.' Realizing this only made him hate the ghoul all the more.
 "Why aren't we going to the vault tonight?" Kaye asked once Basil walked away. She was immediately glued to Leith's side again, looking up at him. "Shouldn't we just get it over with?"

[User]
"Like I've said a dozen times over," Leith said exasperatedly, "We don't know what to expect once we get there. So we need to rest up, get some food in our stomachs--especially for brain-waste over there. And above all else, we need to think up a firm plan, so that we can actually get in and out of there without casualties or wasting all of our supplies on stupid endeavors." He shot a look at Kaye. "Got it now, princess? Making sense to you now, buttercup?"
 Basil fell into step again with Jace, and asked, "So what's with the sour face?"

[Assistant]
Kaye snapped a look at Leith and stuck her tongue out at him. "I guess we need to stop so you can get your beauty rest as well. God knows your ugly mug needs it. Might need to stop so someone can get that stick taken out of your ass as well." Sh3 smiled at him sweetly.
 Jace didn't even look at Basil as he fell into step with him. "Who does that thing think he is?" He muttered under his breath. "He comes in here like he has been one of us from the beginning and starts throwing around orders like he is the boss?" He finally looked at Basil, glaring slightly. "You are more willing to listen to him more than you are the one who has been by your side for half your life. I kno2 I may be a dumb-ass when it comes to the science stuff and everything else...but I am the one who has kept us alive this far."

[User]
Basil narrowed his eyes and replied, "There's no need to be racist. And he's not a 'thing' either--he's a human being, just like us." He folded his arms over his chest, refusing to look at Jace. "It's not like they plan on sticking around, anyways, so we could at least get along while we're together. And you should be more appreciative, too. If it wasn't for them, then..." He trailed off, lowering his eyes to the ground. "He's not that bad, honest. And it's not like I've abandoned you or anything, like you're implying. He just said that we should set up camp because we're all obviously tied, except for maybe Kaye, but I kinda suspect that she may be on something. I don't want to outright accuse her of that, though, because that'd be rude--maybe she's just a really, really optimistic and energetic person, and who am I to judge her for that?" He took a deep breath, cheeks flushed slightly as he finished his rant. "Anyways, stop being a jerk."
 Leith rolled his eyes, but paused as he heard Basil raise his voice slightly. He didn't think that he was actually capable of getting riled up to this extent, but he looked it now.
 "Sounds like we could all use some shut-eye," Leith piped up, looking between the two. He was quiet for a moment, Basil not even looking at him.

[Assistant]
Jace looked at Basil, feeling slightly hurt for his ending statement. He stared at him for a long moment. "I'm...the jerk. And your new friend is a godsend, huh?" He started walking a littl3 faster to give a little distance. He hated acting so harshly towards Basil, but he was exhausted and still felt the effects of his near-death experience. The botched plans weren't of much help,either.
 "Right here is as good as any place," Jace said before taking a seat on an old tree stump. He practically threw his gun on the ground beside the stumo where he sat, too tired to care.
 "Alright...I guess the big man has made his decision..." Kaye muttered, taking a seat a foot taking a seat on the opposite end of the stump.

[User]
"Lead-head, be careful with that gun, yeah?" said Leith, but looked toward Basil. He wasn't certain what had gone down between the two, but the dumb brute looked even angrier and the short-stack appeared to be in a downward spiral of despair, his earlier strength sapped like nothing. "Hey, short-stack. You cook?"
 Basil glanced up and numbly nodded after a brief moment's confusion.
 "Good," Leith said, relieved to not be stuck with Kaye's "delicacies" for a night. He set down his pack near the stump. "I'll go get some wood then. Kaye, can I trust you to get the medicine prepared?" He shot her a dangerous look.

[Assistant]
"Well, of course you can, Chief," Kaye said, rolling her eyes. "Its not that difficult, you know. Don't worry. I will be on my best behavior..."
 Jace stared at Leith for a long moment. He secretly wished he wouldn't come back and knew that was a bastard thought.

[User]
Leith gave Kaye one last glare before he stepped away, vanishing into the sinking darkness.
 Basil glanced at Kaye, "Do...do you need any help?" Deep down, he was afraid of this girl, but she had been kind enough to help them. So she couldn't be all that bad, right? Besides, talking to her was better than talking to Jace at the moment. For some reason, he seemed to be mad at him.

[Assistant]
"Nah, I got this," Kaye said, waving a hand of dismissal as she scrounged in her pack for he supplies needed. She hummed to herself. She begun to measure out the radaway for Jace, which took no time at all. once she was finished, she walked over to him and held out the syringe, smiling. "The doc needs to administer the medications."
 Jace slowly looked up at her, staring for a long moment. "How do I know you aren't giving me some psycho or something?"
 She scoffed. "Because you are already psycho enough without the help of drugs doing it for you." Before could retaliate, she stabbed him in the arm and quickly administered the medicine.
 Jace practically growled and jumped up from his seat, making a move to grab her. "You bitch..."

[User] Basil's eyes widened, and he quickly shouted, "Jace, don't!"

[Assistant]
Jace clenched onto her vest tightly, a few of the buttons popping off to reveal the revealing shirt underneath. He stared at it for a moment, not even registering that there was a half-naked woman before him. He was staring at her like a bear caught in a bear trap, looking murderous to escape.
 Kaye was Momentarily struck silent, actually frightened of this man which came very rare to her. She couldn't do nothing but stare into those hateful eyes and thought momentarily that he could indeed kill her at this moment without a second thought.
 "I take that as a direct threat, you know..." he muttered, realizing now just how scared she really was. He finally tossed her away from her. He had been known not to be above hitting a woman, but he knew she was only trying to help. he hoped, at least.
 Once she was released, she quickly scrambled away from Jace and hugged Basil, just to be near someone instead of Jace.

[User]
Basil flushed as Kaye latched onto him; she hadn't even bothered to button up her shirt again, and honestly, he'd never been close to another woman (besides his mother, but even that was years ago), and he especially didn't expect his first encounter to be when she was half-naked. Okay, perhaps she wasn't exactly half-naked. She did, after all, have the shirt over her tube top. But the point remained.
 Unsure of what else to say, he stuttered, "I-it's okay, Kaye. I mean, you may have been caught in a moment of vulnerability, but you're really, really pretty, I promise! And Jace didn't mean to--you, you just caught him in a moment of vulnerability, too, and I honestly think that we'd all be a lot better if we just got along!"
 Leith then returned with an armful of logs and kindling, glancing between them. "Kaye, what did you do this time? I thought that I could trust you to handle the medicine appropriately this time." He shook his head. "Sorry about whatever she did, Jace. It's just her way of showing affection, honestly. And Kaye, get your clothes back on; Basil looks like he's about to have a nervous breakdown. That or you're strangling him." Kaye always did this whenever she was trusted with administering medicine to people; she just didn't know boundaries, in general. He'd never been able to get her to stop before, but perhaps she would now.