[System]
* Age: 228
* Gender: Female
* Race: Sentient Undead (Human)
* Appearance:
 Though at one time as shiny and luminescent as pictured, Tyaethe's armour has lost much of its lustre due to a combination of two hundred years of constant use and an inability to perfectly clean it whilst in use. The result is a blurring of the intricate detailing on the paladin's shield and armour, and the shining metal is now a dull grey verging on black—when not coated in blood. It got cleaned. The scarf obscures how the throat is heavily armoured, beyond what one would expect of such an ensemble.
Though none still in the knights can say for certain what she looks like underneath all the armour, her eyes are clearly an unusually brilliant red and her hair white. Since the armour's on the intentionally bulky side and doesn't come off, it's not quite clear what Tyaethe's height is... though probably over six feet. Currently, she seems to be trapped in appearance as a child... though her armour's size doesn't quite mesh with the old paintings.
* Personality: If there's one thing that all her instructors tried to do, it was to cure Tyaethe of her temper. Fervour and determination in a battle is all well and good but carrying that attitude over to your everyday life? Despite their efforts, it was a fruitless endeavour and the tall paladin is as irascible as ever, though with enough self-control to avoid the worst outcomes.
At heart, Tyaethe is a dutiful knight and a good person. So despite her frequent anger, she has never once backed down on her duties or struck out at a child or someone truly innocent, even if rather aggressive verbally. Her unfaltering devotion to her duty—or anything else, as she seems too stubborn to ever back down—is best exemplified by her continued presence in the Iron Rose Knights, despite the drift from being a religious order.
Something more familiar to the newer recruits than the veterans is her sullenness and risk-taking. Not a behaviour always evident but at the same time a concerning trend, as if her patience for something is running out.
One trait carried over from her normal life is a dislike of being seen out of her armour. Since Elionne's death, this has exacerbated into a full refusal to remove it for any reason short of their first captain's return. Partly, at least, this is to prevent anyone from learning of her undeath and to preserve the idea of an immortal knight.
* Brief Backstory: Tyaethe was born to a minor noble family and, as the only child, was expected to carry on the family's duty as knights. To this end, at the age of seven, her education was entrusted to an important but highly religious duke that owed her father his life. It was for this reason that instead of continuing on to be a squire, the young Tyaethe pledged her service to the church and became a paladin.
As an adult, her strength and steadfast service was admirable, even though her hot-headed attitude caused friction with some of those she had to work with. It was for this reason that she was granted the honour of protecting the High Priestess and, when reports of an incoming force surfaced, left Falthir in order to conduct the fighting when she wouldn't be at risk. Naturally, this backfired and it was only Elionne's intervention that prevented the deception from being successful due to the diversion of the guards.
Owing the maiden for fulfilling her duty where she could not, Tyaethe swore to serve her in life and in death, second only to the goddesses. Part of the Iron Rose Knights since their inception, Tyaethe's death came in a pitched battle where their foes managed to split herself, Elionne, and some less experienced knights from the majority of their comrades.
The reason for her survival has never been perfectly explained. Some of the knights assumed it was just sheer luck and the high level of mana in the region and the more religious assigned it to divine intervention. Some of her detractors have even accused Tyaethe of dabbling in necromancy. As for the paladin herself, she cites her oath and willpower, as well as a refusal to go down whilst Elionne was still in danger. The fact of her undeath has been kept a secret within the knights, to cultivate a reputation as an immortal holy warrior, though doubtless people have guessed the truth.
Tyaethe has been unsurprisingly steadily more bitter since the original captain left, wanting to know why and find out what happened. Despite this, she has faithfully explained new captains their duties and guided them through it, even as the knights have drifted further and further from the religious unit she joined.
* Equipment: Forged nearly two hundred years before, the styling of Tyaethe's armour is antiquated to say the least—though the decorations, obscured as they are, resemble the current pieces made on the behalf of the church. Few people can move efficiently in such weighty protection, let alone adjust to how it restricts movement in order to fight but even going for its vulnerabilities leads to a difficult time in scoring a fatal injury. Of particular note is the one addition made before Elionne left: a reinforced gorget, to make even accidental decapitation even less likely.
Her other armament consists of a sword that most refuse to treat as one and an immense shield. Both are as long as she is tall and the sword itself unreasonably broad and tough; it crushes as much as it actually cuts. The shield, scratched though the design is over the years, contains a wolf rampant in its design—a lesser-used Mayonite symbol.
All three pieces were blessed and enchanted to regenerate under moonlight, since even before Tyaethe's death they took vast amounts of punishment and repairing them manually was prohibitively costly.
* Skills: Raised as a member of the nobility and intended to become a far more ordinary knight, Tyaethe knows falconry, board games, how to ride, and the social graces needed for polite company. All of these skills, save the riding—and that relies on draught horses in her case—are incredibly rusty skills due to neglect. Her literacy and ability to recite scripture on a whim, due to her training as a paladin, are as strong as ever.
In combat, Tyaethe's immense strength and armour leads to an approach best likened to an oncoming tide: she's not the most agile or that hard to hit but actually stopping her or resisting the offence is futile. Her speed can also be deceptive; she chooses to adopt a slow approach for psychological reasons and is more than capable of surging forwards to strike down a threat. Though a shield might seem redundant with such armour, she happily uses it as a second weapon or to force an opening from someone hoping to budge her defence.
With over a century of experience on her side and an initial training in the arts of warfare, Tyaethe is also a valuable tactical and strategic source—provided that you ask her opinion when she's not agitated in some manner and ensure that the reason Tyaethe suggests she be put in the thick of it is due to needing an immovable obstacle.

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Sult frowned, upon hearing the comments of a knight... Gillian? Who said that it was a plan? It was an idea to provoke him. Stupid uppity military types. She cursed under her breath, but managed to utter a "Thank you" to both him and Garret, dedicating a beaming smile to the latter. The barbarian knight had seen through his intentions, proving once that education and clever thinking were two different things.

She had barely any time as she could feel the weight of her blunder -sir Garret pushing her down- as she impacted the ground, letting a surprised yelp as she did so. Crimson. Blood from Sir Garret stained her armor. Crossbowmen.

Oh great, so Sparky was right. I'm not going to live this one down, am I? She bitterly thought, as she eyed the ever changing battlefield. Come on, Sult, this isn't like you. You don't blunder this much. She added as aftertought, her fingers stained crimson with Garret's blood.

Which she licked. A nasty glint in the corner of her eyes appeared. Things were devolving quickly, so she made haste. She got up, and witnessed Garret roar and charge. Wounded beast, much? At least he is clearing a path. It was a sensible option, as she didn't skip a beat in tailing him, her shield and eyes at the ready for more crossbow bolts. One of such penetrated the shield like swiss cheese, but failed to do so through the armor, as it bounced after losing too much of its speed.

I'm your shield, Garret. She added as she pushed herself out of breath, following the barbarian in the mad dash, covering his back while he was wide open. Until it came to an halt, her feet actually slipping slighty upon seeing how the barbarian had leapt like a mad stallion.

Can't clear that jump myself. She looked at the burning tree, biting her lip in the process. She looked at each side of the massive trunk. Running to the sides could take too much time. Fetching something to make a makeshift ramp could potentially take much aswell. She eyed her shield.

Maybe... She skipped a couple of steps, as she began to run. And then she jumped, directly into the log, but with one important difference. She went shield first, weighting herself so she would spin and polevault, sliding across the trunk on her shield.

And falling flat on her face on the other side.

Looked a better idea when I thought it. The taste of dirt invaded her mouth, as her face faceplanted on the battlefield. And she could smell something could be burning. It didn't take too long for her to realize. Her own prized hair was aflame!

"GAH HOT HOT PTEW PTEW" She added, flailing to douse the incipient flames in her hair, and struggling to her feet, scrambling for her sword and shield. Just hang in there, captain. I'm almost there!

[Assistant]
"Teller"
Anton Duboi

Anton ran into the camp on the heels of the knights and aided their forceful push into the center of the camp. Those that were struck with an arrow or crossbow were quickly hauled aside, the projectiles yanked from their wounds, and a bit of healing salve was applied via syringe. Small wounds healed with little effort and saved valuable time. No sooner had one man been aided than seemingly another fell to the ground. But his place was to aid the fallen and aid them he did. The push was solid and the momentum seemingly unstoppable until the group had hit the 'king' chair. Anton had stayed behind momentarily to give what aid he could, trusting the group to handle one man and whatever resistance still stood in the orders way.

Teller gave a knight who had taken a bad cut to the chest a sedative and deftly sewed the wound shut amidst the chaos, his hands slippery with blood but more than capable of finishing the task one stitch at a time. Satisfied, another soldier helped the wounded to escape the confines of the seemingly burning bandit base. It was only when Teller got to the front lines of the fight that he realized something was amiss.
An armored knight in solid plate had been cleaved in half like paper in front of the captain. The beast of a king, Jeremiah, unphased by the numbers against him. A cold shudder spread down the doctors spine but he stubbornly refused to let it go. He was needed.

Anton rushed up the hill as fast as his legs could carry him to get a better vantage. The beastly man, Sir Garett, was trying to force the behemoth of an opponent back while another fighter extracted Fanilly. There wasn't much time and Teller was running out of options. Adrenaline would keep Garett in the fight for so long and there was no time to administer any kind of aid. The doctors sword and likely his spine would be cleaved well in half if he got close.
Last ditch effort.
Anton reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarrel with the numbing solution and loaded it into his hand crossbow. It was a risk, but it was one he needed to take for the good of the order. Those who felt no pain fought on well after their bodies could not continue. Teller aimed his crossbow and fired, the bolt sailing true and straight to collide with the back of his arm in a shallow hit. The crossbow was not effective at piercing, even at close distance, but at this point it just needed to apply its package. If Garett survived and remembered, Teller would apologize to him.

With a bit of luck, and the luck of the gods, the barbarian would only notice his fury and focus beyond his pain. The numbness of the sedation would not slow him down or cause a drowsy effect, as his toxin would.

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There came a point where Tyaethe's charge was brought to a grinding halt, though not because of the quality of her opposition. Only noticing their startled eyes gave her enough warning to move out of the way before the immense trunk came down to her left, flattening unfortunate bandits as well as cutting the camp in two. The knight started moving forward and looked around for the other flanks, reckoning that there couldn't be that much ground between her and them.

The captain wasn't with hers. It was unthinkable that she had stayed back and allowed the others to fight after that display earlier, so where could she be? It wasn't a hard question to answer for the paladin: once again, she had run ahead of the other knights. This could only mean that she was on the other side of the flaming tree trunk... cut off from Tiral's detachment by the bandits still on that side of the camp.

She wasn't losing another captain so quickly. Not now and, after this, Fanilly wasn't going to go into a fight without her again. The captain had no luck at all.

This left the no small matter of being separated by quite a sprint and a burning tree barely thinner than she was tall. Going around would take too long and jumping it was out of the question, unless... quickly, the undead dropped her shield--she could come back for it later--and rammed her sword halfway up the log. Not caring about the danger, Tyaethe used the sword as a stepping stone to actually stand amidst the flames.

She wasted more precious seconds getting the sword out again and then ran. There weren't going to be any obstacles on a log this size that she couldn't see coming and the chance of being set on fire and burning to death was remarkably low. Oh, the metal would start to sear soon and the padding beneath would inevitably catch alight if she took too long (as would today's red scarf) but pain never stopped her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.

One sentence caught her attention as she ran towards the centre of the fighting and as she came to a halt amidst the flames, despite the very real risk that the captain was in--or worse, dead, Tyaethe couldn't help but be actually excited. "Three hundred men? For an amateur, this might be fun."

(Timing-wise, this ends somewhere in Vita's next post. Or at the end of it.)


[System]
Male
Age 31
Appearance
6'2"
Blue eyes
Long neat blonde hair that reaches down to the shoulders.
Bangs can easily cover his face if Felix doesn't keep them pinned to the side.
Felix has a rugged face with scruffy patchy facial hair (constant five o' clock shadow)
Felix wears glasses only for reading, and heavy arch-mage robes.

This is what Felix basically looks like.
I'm
Magician Savant: Felix is well versed in virtually every magic style the Catholic church is aware of. He is a master of both combat and defensive magic, as well has healing magic. Felix has always been exceptional at magic, to the point of even creating his own spell and combat style.
Manaegis: At the age of twenty he created Manaegis, his flagship ability. Manaegis forces latent mana within the user out into a physical manifestation of a bright blue full suit of armor and a weapon. Both the armor and weapon are essentially weightless, but are slightly stronger than steel.
Manalysis: Due to Felix's mastery and large mana reservoir, he has an ability known as manalysis. Manalysis allows Felix to comprehend mana in a way most people cannot. First off, Felix can physically see the auras of other Talents. These auras each have colors unique to the individual's aura. This color has to do with the type of magic the Talent has a mastery in, as well as their personal morality alignment. The size of the aura is directly correspondent to the size of the Talent's mana well. Manalysis also allows him to feel small shifts within mana waves in the air. Nature exudes its own mana waves, which are disrupted by other mana users who have their own magic wave radiation. Felix is able to feel this discrepancy and interpret use it to sense others. He can use this in combat to predict his enemies moves, as well as out of combat to detect mana users. Manalysis while not rare, is very difficult to master to the degree that Felix has.

Felix also has a mastery of spacial magic allowing him to levitate and teleport on a whim.

Felix was born in New York City, New York. When Felix was an infant, the Catholic magi scouts detected a large amount of mana residing within the Felix's household. Knowing about the newborn and the massive reserves of mana held within him, the scouts approached Felix's parents telling them of the situation. Felix's parents, having seen small displays of magic from Felix decided they were not equipped to raise the child and relinquished the custodial rights to the Catholic Church. Throughout his childhood, he studied and lived at the NYC Catholic cathedral. At around the age of sixteen, he showed such prowess and proficiency with magic, that the NYC cathedral had nothing left to teach him, so he was sent off to the Vatican to learn from the best of the best. After studying at the Vatican, it wasn't long before Felix achieved the status of Arch-mage and earned a seat in the inner council. At the age of twenty Felix developed his own magic style, manaegis. After developing this magic style, he was asked to become an instructor at the Vatican and teach others to master the magic style. This is where he resides to this day.

Armor looks essentially like this
But is completely smooth without bolt marks and bumps, and is also a bit transparent as well with a blue ethereal glow.
The weapon looks like this
but completely blue with the same transparency and ethereal glow as the armor

Felix is headstrong, intelligent, and very wise (although only 31 years old). Felix does his best to be passive, but has no problem fighting if he deems it necessary. Felix hardly ever gets angry, and when he does it is always justified. Stuck in his ways, he can be a little too headstrong. This resulted in him not leaving the Catholic church until recently, even though he knew some of the problems the organization had. Felix loves music, and is very musical himself. He carries with him at all times a Hoener Marineband Special 20 B♭ harmonica. He knows how to play the harmonica, piano, and guitar. As a professor, he is very instructive, and is a great mentor. Felix is very friendly and tends to think of everyone he meets as a friend. Even when Felix has a problem with someone, he will not hold any ill-will toward them.

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Travis awoke the next morning face down on his new desk. Stinging from fatigue, his eyes twitched as they slowly opened. He groaned and breathed heavily through his nostrils while stretching back in his seat, finally yawning when leaning as far back as he could. Staring back at the desk's surface, he could see plenty of work and study had been performed at a very late schedule, likely very early in the morning. Travis could vaguely remember taking his notepad to jot down a few words and translated symbols and somehow, he still didn't know how, that turned into full-fledged project. With another groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed away and rheum that may have collected before snatching some of the graphs and detailed diagrams to at least see what he had been working on.

As he figured what is was, it was his late-night idea of another experimental rune, influenced by Artos' superb skill in ice magic. Much of the rune's structure of still incomplete but the base however contained the foundation of how the spell would engage. It was very much like his own backdraft rune; influence by scientific know-how and natural physics. This piece of work, what he guessed going by the proposed drawing, would discharge a thick surge of cryogentic fumes, likely to freeze anything almost instantaneously. Notably less explosive than his earlier work but nonetheless still, dangerously, effective. Oxygen appeared to be a main component but so did water too.

He caught a few side notes identifying the possible use of minor water magic in order to achieve the desired effects if dispersed H2O particles could not be produced through the spell. Interestingly enough, there was a side note on the side notes - he must have been very tired at the point to pull something like that - mentioning the possible use of wind magic with his backdraft rune in order to change its effects. To what end though, it did not detail.

"Coffee." Travis said allowed to himself in a demanding and unamused tone, "I need coffee."

---

Eventually, Travis made his way downstairs fully dressed and having already showered. Turning to through the lounge and then the kitchen, Travis could see most of everyone sitting at a large table, hosting a wide variety of breakfast assortments atop its surface. The bagels and cream cheese looked particularly appetizing and it pleased him to know there was joe and plenty of it.

"Morn'n partners," Travis declared with one of his father's enthusiastic Southern accented greetings.

It may have not been noticeable at a distance, but once he took his seat, the two small black circles under his eyes were evident enough to illustrate how well he had slept. Despite this, he did his best to maintain a cheery attitude over the clear fatigueness befallen him. Travis produced one of his own and rather large mug and placed it on table before pouring the contents of the coffee pot into it.

Just as he mixed in some creamer and surgar, Travis couldn't help but notice Felix's manadial holographically displaying what appeared to be a local news article though he personally could not make out the headlines from where he sat, "Any funnies?" he asked jokingly.

[Assistant]
Artos Bane

Artos' breathe came in steady a rhythm as he laid on the ice block he had made use of as a bed in Felix's basement, refusing the leisure comforts of the bed for fear of it dulling the winters edge. The other reason was that he was not entirely happy sharing a room close to the other denizens of the house, knowing full well they would not take kindly to how he slept. His dreams haunted him with the dull moan of the winter winds of home, mocking his desire to travel, mocking his weakness for failing to defeat the outcast and joining his little quest. Sleep had been difficult, it was true, but his dreams only made the young man more eager for the fight.

"How small, my world was." He lamented to the ceiling.

Rising from the slab of ice was easy enough as he swung both legs over the side and rose, stretching his back with a CRACK, one accompanied many more times as he worked the stiffness from his joints. Still fully armored, both weapons close by, Artos had not been able to relax and unwind in the unfamiliar dwelling. Thankfully the air of his claimed spot was still cold, not to the point he was comfortable with, but enough to get him used to warmer conditions even if it wasn't by much. Heavy footfalls above was his sign that the others were finally awake as well.

From the basement he emerged, the area of absolute zero followed him as he crossed the room to where everyone was eating, the tantalizing smell of foreign foods tingled his nose with delight and made his mouth water but forced him to stop dead in his tracks. The ice around his feet he had not noticed made him realize that if he went any further these people might be enjoying an unpleasant sensation and a suddenly very cold breakfast treat. Artos cleared his throat and called from across the room.

"Master Felix, good morning."

He bowed low to his superior as his cold aura became focused on a small area around himself, hoping that any damage he had caused would be easily fixed. After his bow, he took an available seat away from the others as best he could. No sense ruining the meal by accident. For food, it was hard to choose which to try first. Everything on the table smelled incredible but Artos refused to enjoy it, choosing instead to have a glass of tea which went from steaming hot to cold in moments, along with some bread and cheese. Simple fare he was familiar with, though the cheese was much more vibrant than what he was used to.

"Everything is so strange here." He mused quietly as he took a bite of the bread, determined not to let his feelings about his home mix up his new found experiences.

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Felix looked at his silver and black manadial, and shrugged.

"It's nothing special really. Just standard issue to arch-magi. I am glad you brought that up though. You reminded me of something very important." Felix said. Note to self, once everyone is here, issue manadials. Felix thought.

Felix turned a holopage, there was a sympathy piece about Piccola Village. Speaking about all the souls lost during that tragic event, with small hints and nudges that the work was done by Felix.

I can't imagine what the news will look like when they find that small town in Idaho that Thadeus wiped off the map yesterday. I am sure it will be smearing me with that too. Felix sighed.

Then Travis strolled in, and looked almost as bad as Raiya did.

I tried to emphasize how important sleep was last night, did no one listen to me?

Travis then asked about the funnies in the paper to which Felix responded with, "Yeah, there's this really funny strip where Felix the Cat gets accused of slaughtering thousands by wiping them off the face of the Earth. Cracked me right up." Felix said sarcastically, then sighed once more.

Then the frozen warrior appeared, and called him master again.

"Hey... didn't I tell you to not call me master? It's Felix, or Professor Glasius, or Arch-Magi Felix, or even Blondie. Just please don't call me master." Felix pleaded, but assumed it would fall on deaf ears.

"Well, now that everyone is here, lets go over our first order of business, I want to be completely transparent with you." Felix pulled out the parchment list of names, "You are all here because your name was on the parchment. However, not every name that is on the parchment is here..." Felix paused to allow everyone to absorb the gravity of what he just said and what he was about to say. "Yesterday, while I was in Idaho searching for a John Barrows one of my former colleagues Thadeus, the very man that started the mission to bring about the Paragons for the Catholic Arcanocracy, appeared. He used a modified version of a stasis spell to freeze all inside the town except for me, him and his men. You should be familiar with stasis field spells. It's what allows us Talents to fight each other without revealing magic to the Untalents. Well this spell was modified so that only those wearing a special runic bangle could move freely within it. The runic bangles were from Mamertine prison, I had to equip one after I broke Nemo free from Mamertine. But I digress, after everyone was frozen, Thadeus spoke with me briefly, distracting me while his henchmen cast a spell that razed the down we were in to complete ruin. Everyone died except for me. And I was fortunate enough to have not died myself. The reason why I am mentioning this is for the sake of full disclosure. One of the list names, John Barrows, is dead. Dead before he even could become a part of the team. I am not sure what this means, but I know that it has revealed a fact. A fact that the list names are not safe. That just because your name is on the list doesn't mean you will for sure live. A fact that this is incredibly dangerous for all of us." Felix paused once more.

"So I will allow you all, with this new information, to make a more informed decision. Do you still wish to be a part of the Guardians of Paragon?" Felix asked.

---

Raiya tuned in and out of Felix's monologue, but caught the last end of it.

So this list... one of the names from it has died? This is interesting. I wonder if this changes anyone's mind? At least there will be some action around here. Raiya thought as she sipped her spiked juice.

"My answer doesn't matter, because I don't actually have a choise. But hey, at least things won't be dull and boring."


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Description: Once, not so long ago even, Galdari was a warm and smiling face. Homely, even, if one could ignore the muscles that were required of a warrior of the faith. Twinkling eyes and a slight ruddiness to her cheeks not brought about by alcohol, but by mirth. That was a week ago. Not to mention the fact that she was definitely eating well- plenty of muscle and fat alike on her bones. A lot has changed in a week however. Where once there was mass, already it is now horrifyingly skinny. Her long brown hair, once shiny and lustrous, is now half-shaved and sickly. The half of her head that wasn't shaved has been left long, leaving it to tumble down the bare side in a strange style.

Ideally, a paladin's armour should never be stained. Hers, even before the apocalypse arrived, was slightly dinged up and dirty, but now is truly showing wear. The plate is gouged and some of the chain links are busted, but much of it is still relatively shiny and clean. The nicest of her equipment still is her weapons- a one-handed axe and her circular shield. She clings to these like a drowning man does a piece of wood, the holy symbol once proudly displayed around her neck now hastily stuffed and concealed away.

Those same eyes that once twinkled so brightly have been turned into sunken messes. Her mind is fragmented- held together by the barest string of sanity, but still she perseveres. For what reason she does not know, but as long as she can hold her tools, she perseveres.

Notable Belongings:
* Dustbringer, a plough reforged into a once-holy axeblade. Now reflects Galdari's mind, in that it's jagged and not quite right. Still holds some magic.
* A shield made from the wood of a cart. Circular, bossed and sturdy. Nothing magical about it.
* Full plate. A simple, steel set of armour.
* Symbol of the Goddess of Farming.

Backstory: Every child born into a farming community knows that they live and die on the harvest. The goddess of the farm then, is one of the most important to almost every peasant evet to live. Galdari was the daughter of a miller- growing up on a diet that allowed her to pack on some weight, and with enough physicality that she could hold her own in an arm wrestle. Pious and relatively pure, she was signed on to her local temple when she was twelve, and served there faithfully.

At first, her duties were mundane and boring. Scrubbing the temple floors. Replacing the rushes. Then they got more complicated. She sharpened blades for the paladins, mended the tapestries on the walls and ferried meals to and fro about the temple. When she was sixteen, she took up the mantle of a paladin-in-training, a role that mostly required her to walk about a lot around fields and occasionally kill the odd wolf or bear that poached from the flocks.

Now however, the warrior is anything but holy. Without her goddess, she wanders lost, no faith to cling to or temple to fall back on. Anything, however, is better than staying home. She must press on.

SPECIAL
Strength: 8
Perception: 6
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 4
Luck: 6

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He climbed the stairs and entered his room, the image of the innkeeper still fresh in his mind telling him to vacate the room or pay for the previous day and this one, albeit said in less nicer words. He had also requested a bath to be drawn for him...the innkeeper gave him a look that said "you must be joking" before leaving the drunk.

Oh well, if they wouldn't draw a bath for him, he would invade another patrons' room to enjoy it. He hazily remembers the occupants next door to have requested such services.
*kick*
*boom*
It made a heavy sound as the door flew open, splinters of wood flying in all directions. A few seconds of pause insued derived from the shock of what had just happened. He was standing before 2 naked girls who wasted no more time to start screaming as they covered themselves, one even grabbing a knife.

"Ladies please, I mean no ha..*burp*..rm, I just need a bath."- he said in his drunken derilium as he kept walking towards them while talkin. Unshaven, dirty looking old man with stained clothes and a not so friendly attitude walking towards 2 naked girls....someone might, nay, will get the wrong impression if they happen about this scene.

But luckily a sudden tremor followed by a roar diffused the situation. Now he wasn't the biggest problem in the room. That roar, a roar he knew too well. Anger overtook him, the rush of adrenaline momentarily making him sober. He breifly entered his room to pick up his fighting sword, a sword which in the past weeks ,before this month, had slain more dragons than humans in the past year, and hurrying downstairs to put an end to it, his sworn enemy.

In his anger all he could see were memories of that dragon back then and although the size difference with the one before him was substantial to say the very least, alcohol still clouded his judgment although his motor skills were almost up to par with his normal form.

"DRAGON!!"-he spewed that word with such hate, leaving the impression that it was one of the highest forms of verbal offence the man could muster.

He had no real hate for the dragons as a race. It was even suspected that the dragon summoned during that battle wasn't even alive, just a big carcass from ages long forgotten. Even if he, in the past weeks before this month, had constantly and, funnily enough, religiously hunted dragons, finding a way to apply their weaknesses to the abomination that he faced that day, even then he held no hate for them. It was simply another job. But That dragon was something else entirely. Even the slightest memory of it made his soul tremble and during all his drunken crusade to drown it from his mind, the slightest trigger could set him off. The harder you try to consciously keep something out of your mind, the easier it is for it to suddenly burst through and flood it entirely.

Even if he realized that this dragon wasn't his Enemy, he was still another dragon endangering humans. And with that in mind, he charged forward with intent to cut the offending dragon up.

[Assistant]
Orky had retrieved his glass of water from the long fingered bartender. He replied, "Thank you Sir." He then went over to the Holy Woman and put down the glass of slightly dirty water next to her. "This is for you...it seems as if me being an Orc disturbs you and I am terribly sorry about that." Orky then bows slightly towards the Holy Women. "But I'm afraid my race is something I cant control and I would like if you could treat me as I do to you." Orky put on a humble smile trying to seem as genuine as possible, when he had smiled his tusks had exposed themselves more than they already did. When he did smile his near the gums are what appeared were file marks from Orky grinding his teeth down. But before the Holy Woman could reply the Dragon and slammed his drink down and then proceeded to drag the 'Big Homeless man' out of the bar. Orky was going to follow to try and prevent a fight until he heard the sound of a door being kicked in followed by the scream of two woman. Orky stood up and was going to head up stairs, when he had heard a ear piercing roar. The kind of roar that would rattle your bones, and make you feel defensless. Orky stood there confused and bewildered for a second till a man who looked very pissed off ran past him to go outside. That threw Orky back into reality, Orky knew if he didnt stop what ever was about to happen that he wouldnt be able to go on the job.

When he had collected himself, Orky rushed outside to find the pissed off man, the dragon from before but now as in his true form and the 'Big Homeless Man' in a type of Mexican Standoff but every one was facing the dragon. Orky got between all three of them before anyone could say something. "Ok look I dont know what's happening but it looks bad. Mr. Dragon it looks like you are mad at the Big Homeless Guy, it's none of my bee's wax to intervene but I can guarantee it is not worth hurting him over it. Now Mr.Pissed Off Guy, it seems like you dont like Mr.Dragon for some reason, but I'm sure we could solve it by just talking it over ya know. But why dont we all calm down and go back into the Inn and be friends?" Orky put on his best award winning smile to try and convince everyone to listen to him. But his smile came off kind of creepy since its awkward for an Orc to fully smile because of their tusks.

[User]
Urdal had observed with an exterior of calm as one of the people, who had agreed to work for him, was dragged off by the patron, who had been harassed by the limping priest, and had also turned out to be an ancient being from children's stories, as well as Numenor charging down the stairs and out of the door shortly after the ungodly roar shook the landmass surrounding the tavern.

 The patrons were all concerned. So far, the half-elf was glad nothing had happened in the tavern, as they would most likely be asked to pay for damages. However, considering they had went outside and something bad was going on, there might be damages to pay for nonetheless. Orky just ran past him, into the corridor and out onto the street. Oh well, he was hopeful his newfound, green skinned comrade would stick around, but if he felt like dying, so be it.

 The drunken woman, now with a mug of water in front of her, seemed to be the calmest one of those he would end up hiring, in comparison to those outside probably breaking bones and cracking skulls. For a moment he hoped he could sit down next to her and wait it out, but he was too scared to stay still. Nervously, he ran a finger through the gap in his hair. A finger, because if he ran more than one of them through, he'd ruin his immaculate haircut.

 He thought about going outside and bringing his comrades back in. Considering three out of four were there, and one, who was most likely not completely hooked on joining still, was in the tavern, it would be more leader-like to go out and deal with the issue. But his feet just would not go there. The big, demonic being was still standing there, horns grinding against the ceiling. Urdal figured that such a big guy would come out as imposing... Maybe usher some fear into them... Although anything the red and black man could do was probably not as scary when put up against the deafening roar.

"Hey... You lookin' for a job?" Asked Urdal, looking at the demon.

[Assistant]
There was too much going on for her to care about. The orc spoke- she cared not what the beast said, it was all nonsense, and then she reached for the glass of water. It tasted filthy, but that was what she got she supposed. Filthy. Filllllttthhhhy. What else was filthy? Herself, yes that was true, her mind defiled and ruined, spinning around in an incomprehensible prison of its own making. She slammed the glass back down on the table so hard that vines of shattered glass crept up along it, and she squeezed down, the glass now actively groaning as it tried to stop itself crunching into a fistful of shards.

Luckily, she was distracted as the priest was dragged out. Much like the orc, she found this to be quite disturbing, and left the almost-destroyed glass to do whatever glasses did after surviving a near-death experience, and pounded out of the room. Her fingers clenched around the handle of her axe, she needed to enter the fray. Desperately wanted to enter the fray. Something spoke to her, in her mind, that she needed to do what she had been designed for. She was a weapon, like her axe, and she had to be used. Growling a little, she saw the dragon, holding the priest in her hand.

Tensing, she raised the axe up. There were no gods to ask for assistance before she attacked. No men that would see her glory, she supposed. She took a few steps forward, about to bring her axe down into the creature's hide, at least until that GODSBEDAMNED orc got in the way once more, and she found herself trapped behind a wall of ruddy green skin, the fury within her howling like a wolf chained.

"ENOUGH! FRIENDSHIP IS NOT MAGIC!" She pointed the end of her axe at the orc, and then towards the dragon. If she had been thinking straight, she would never have even considered this as a course of action, but she hadn't been sane. Not for a long time. "YOU! LIZARD! UNHAND THAT MAN OF THE FAITH BEFORE I TAKE IT AS A TROPHY!"


[System]
Alias: Traveler

Age: 22

Alignment: Epic Hero

Gender: Female

Powers: Can create doorways that people and objects can pass through. She has a Clairvoyant ability so that she can see where the doorway will lead to. Doorways stay active until she consciously closes them, or her powers fail, whichever comes first.

She can switch any two objects, similar to teleportation. The larger the difference in Mass, and the further apart they are, the longer it takes to switch the objects. Include living beings.

As with most all Epics, has slightly increased endurance and reflexes compared to Normies.

Weakness: Excessive heights (anything above 3 stories, above or below from ground level). Top of buildings, etc etc. Not only does this negate her abilities, it's a natural fear for her. So it strikes her dumb with fear on top of that.

Limitation: Deaf. Can read lips, however.

Appearance: Alex has shoulder length straight honey blond hair that she's proud of. Ice blue eyes stand out from her face. She stands at 5'6", but (like most Epics) is of a solid build.

Alex walks around in thigh high boots, sundresses, and minimal makeup (red lipstick, usually). She generally has dark sunglasses on.

In outfit, Traveler maintains her hair in a ponytail and keeps the thigh highs. She rounds out the outfit with a plaited skirt and a sleeveless tee.

Personality: Alex is like a ray of sunshine. She's usually smiling, and looks for a high point in every situation. She's not above getting dirty, and doesn't mind killing if she feels she has to. She values honesty above most else, and is quick to help others.

Background: Alex had a simple childhood. She didn't want for anything, and was pretty well removed from the horrors the City can give. Coming from a rich family, she developed quickly but managed to maintain to be humble.

On her fourteenth birthday, everything changed. Her family was attacked, and she was kidnapped by minor Epics. Things went awry and she was left permanently deaf. Her powers manifested, giving her the ability to escape.

She managed to convince her parents to let her hone her abilities, learn how to read lips, and learn how to use a sword to help defend herself.

At eighteen she embarked on her own, striking out to make a difference.

[User]
Fixer watched as the Rat King was decimated, a smile playing on his lips as he drank his water and ate the food he was so graciously given. He sat up from his lying position on the vehicle and took a deep breath. He then heard the broadcast from ENTV news. Okay, so no one saw what he did. That was good. Though it looks like the others would be swarmed with reporters soon. He rolled off of the vehicle and landed perfectly on the ground. He yawned. Ah he was pretty tired.

"Yo Fixer, headin' back home?" He turned to the owner of the voice to see one of his teammates, Jonathan, there.

"Well yeah, they've already got it covered. There ain't much to do." Fixer replied with a small shrug. He then took a bite of his last energy bar. He then looked back at the carnage happening further in front and then shook his head. "Doubt anything else would happen after this."

Jonathan chuckled. "Alright, alright. Go get your rest, Fixer. We'll call you when something comes up."

Fixer nodded and then waved his hand. As he was walking away from everything, fully intending on finding where he parked his motorcycle to head back home, someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Can I get a ride back with you?"

He turned to see the extremely familiar blonde woman that was also one of his teammates. "Sure Em." He replied with a shrug.

"You're not going to remove your mask yet?" She questioned, tapping the black mask that he was using to hide his identity. He flinched backwards before gesturing for her to look around. "No one's here to see you. Besides, no one even knows you!"

Fixer removed his mask and then hooked it to the side of his pants. "There, happy?" He asked and Emily grinned at him.

"Yup!" As they walked down the street, she began to hum. "That was pretty intense wasn't it?"

"Yeah. It was good thing Stark Crusader, Vice, Comet, Spectrum and Traveler were there. Oh, Phantom too." He said with a nod. He then looked at her as if examining her. "You okay?"

Emily grinned at him once more. "I'm fine! Yuan backed me up. You're worried~"

"Considering the fact that you're the only person I completely trust, and my friend since we were kids, yes. I am worried." Robert replied before finally spotting his motorcycle. He placed a helmet over his head and gave the spare one to Emily.

"Aw~ I'm so honored." She sweetly said before putting her helmet on. Emily then hopped on the motorcycle and then they drove off. "You know..." She started, feeling lucky that Robert had a communicator built in on both helmets. "I've been thinking of quitting and continuing my course on Biology."

Robert blinked, his grip on the handles tightening. "Damn it, why did you bring that up now while I'm driving?" He growled under his breath. He couldn't multitask driving a motorcycle while giving advice for the future betterment of a close friend.

"It's exactly why I chose this time. So you would shut up and not disturb me while I'm talking." Emily replied.

"Fair enough."

The blonde took a deep breath and then continued, "I've earned enough money for my first year and I'm aiming for a scholarship. Mom and Dad have been pestering me about it since last year. They don't like me risking my life almost daily. I'm no Epic, not like you. They keep telling me that I won't be able to help as much as you guys so I shouldn't try anymore. Even among other normals, I feel weak. Yuan got injured earlier because of me..." Her grip on him tightened and he could feel it. "I'm beginning to think they're right."

"Okay, I rambled on. I should stop. Can you put me down here?"

Robert shook his head. "If you think I'm letting you down here after that kind of story, then it doesn't seem like you know me very much." He pointed out. He then sped up, dangerously nearing the speed limit but it didn't seem like he cared. He then skidded to a stop at her apartment building and then took off his helmet and turned to her. "I'm gonna tell Chief we're going on a day off tomorrow. You. Me. Ten o'clock. Here."

"For what?"

"You'll see."

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He hated being swept away by emotions. It only ever happened around her and now he subjected himself to a day with her and her hobbies. Robert wasn't sure if this was the best idea but he needed to get her to ease up so he can tackle the subject again. Hopefully, nothing bad happens today. Robert knocked on her door. She soon answered but quickly spoke before he could say anything, "What exactly are we doing today?"

"Whatever you want. You're stressed and a lot of things are going on in your mind. If you're going to be distracted on the field, then you'll only put yourself and others in danger." Robert replied before grabbing her hand and forcefully dragging her downstairs. "I assume we're headed for the mall first?"

[Assistant]
There was the sound of a sizzling pan ringing out throughout the empty house. The sound however wasn't coming from the kitchen, but just a little bit further in the dining room. Alto was holding a pan while sitting down at the table. As one would possibly guess, he was making breakfast. Why was he using his power for it, do you ask? Well, it saved a lot on his gas bill if he never cooked using gas. He also had finer control on how hot the pan was. This was sort of necessary since Alto wasn't earning a salary. He used the Vice Claw instead of the heater if he was too cold, and one person didn't really use much electricity or water.

"Just about done..." He said, flipping the pancakes onto his plate.

Jerry had asked once whether he felt alone in his house like this. He said he didn't, but he couldn't pin down why he didn't. Maybe it was because he'd resolved himself to be alone. The nature of his power meant having someone next to him was a hazard, and the ones most likely to stand next to him regardless of that were his parents who were already gone. But thanks to all of that, he knew what it felt like to feel isolated which helped him get a sense of what people felt when they lost loved ones.

If by being alone he gained the ability to reach out to others then that was potentially a greater gift than the Vice Claw could ever be. The Vice Claw could only be a tool of destruction, but thanks to what it had done, Alto knew how to heal. There was only one thing he would say though, the quietness never really went away.

He stood up from his seat and put his dishes into the sink. He'd wash them later, it was time to head out.

[User]
Alex walked forward as the coordinator signaled one. Entering the cozy looking room from the side, she had a full view of everything.

To her left was a giant fake window, showcasing an impressively done backdrop of the City. To her right were cameras and crew, one camera tracking her fluid movements towards the center of the room.

Her destination was simple in design. A comfy looking sofa, angled slightly, with a small table next to it with various drinks on it. Beyond that were two chairs occupied by the hosts, the interviewers, Annabelle and Jason.

Alex studied the two as she approached, a wry smile on her face. Annabelle had hit the genetic jackpot, conventionally beautiful without needing makeup. Though, of course, she used it to highlight her green eyes. Flowing brown hair tied back away from her face and an easy smile on her face considering the girl was only nineteen.

Alex had heard rumors about Annabelle, however. Supposedly the woman held Epic abilities that made her quite the interviewers, allowing her to weasel out information from her guests that they wouldn't normal talk about. Though Alex suspected this was from her voice and was fairly certain it couldn't affect her given her lack of hearing.

Jason, on the other hand, was a consummate professional. He was the eldest of the group on ENTV at 28, and had made himself known in the reporting scene for years as a news anchor before helping Idonia form ENTV from a small steaming show to a full blown network for Epic News. He was handsome, though no where near the level of Dragon Heart or many other Epics. He could, however, hold his own against many celebrities. He kept his blond hair short, yet somehow still messy. Combine that with his bright blue eyes and Jason was a Nazi's wet dream.

All of that Alex took in before she sat down, crossed her ankles, and winked at the camera before turning her attention to the hosts.

"Well, Traveler, this is a pleasure. We're glad you could join us," Jason began smoothly.

"The pleasure is all mine, Jason," Alex replied.

"Now, am I correct in saying that this will be a special interview with the fact that, and this was news to be, but you are deaf?"

"That's right, Jason. But I'm an expert at reading lips," Alex said with another smile.

"Incredible. And you're still about to be a force on the battlefield," he said simply.

"You'd be surprised at how little it matters when you simply pay attention," Alex said with a raised eyebrow.

"So, tell us Traveler... How do you feel about the Swarm attack last night?" Annabelle cut in. "Were you worries any? How did it feel to be causing so much chaos on the field with your powers?"

Alex shrugged. "It is what it is. When you have such a large Hero turn out, there's really nothing to worry over. We watch each other's backs and do everything we can up keep the City safe. Add in the PART team and the police under the lead of our Chief... Well, I hardly see a cause to worry."

"How about the sheer size of the Swarm attack last night? It was far larger than any other reported so far," Jason asked, leaning forward slightly.

"The Swarm, by itself, is of no concern. Two or three Heroes could have handled it easily," Alex said with a vague wave of her hand. "Hell, Comet, Vice, or Dragon Heart could have handled it solo."

"Such confidence. I notice you didn't include yourself in that list?"

"Correct. I'm really more of a support type, in all honesty. Those were merely the first three to come to mind," Alex said in an offhand voice.

"So you feel that the cause for the High Clairvoyant's warning, and the large turnout, was because of the Rat King?" Annabelle asked before taking a sip of water.

"I can't say with certainty, but that seems like the most logical reason. That beast was unlike anything I've seen so far. But it's dead as a rock now."

"Thanks to your help," Annabelle pushed. "You figured out it's weak point. You were why Stark Crusader could hit it from the only blind spot."

"Like I said, I'm a support type. The real praise should go to Vice, Comet, and Stark Crusader for finishing the beast off," Alex shrugged.

"Speaking of help, perhaps you could answer a few questions the audience is dying to know," Annabelle said with a sly smile. "We must know, what is the relationship between you and Spectrum? Would you settle the debate about Spectrum's gender? Is there a love triangle between you two and Dragon Heart?"

Alex raised an eyebrow at the bombardment of questions. "Spectrum and I have known each other for years. We're comfortable enough with each other that we work together well on the field, and we can discuss things outside of the battlefield," was all she replied with.

"If that's not a Trickster answer, then I don't know what is!" Jason laughed. "No other details? That hardly solves anything."

"There's nothing to solve,". Alex laughed. "The answers are right there, if only you choose to look in the right places."

"It appears we're almost out of time. Any parting words for the audience?"

"Can't say anything comes to mind, Jason," Alex said with a shake of her head.

"Well, it was a pleasure having you, Traveler. Until next time, this is ENTV's Annabelle and Jason saying to watch the air for more on our Heroes!"


[System]
Appearance: Standing at a little over 5'11" (though he'll snap at you if you claim he's any less than 6 feet) and weighing in at about 140 pounds, Max has a lean, but not quite physically ideal, build. His face still looks relatively boyish for his age, accentuated by the implied immaturity of his persistently messy ash brown hair. His eyes might've once been a lively and piercing blue, but now they're subdued by the empty blankness of his stare; as if passion had been drained out of him entirely aside from the occasional glint of anger or sadness. He typically adorns his attire with some form of metal, if not outright armor, due to the nature of his magical affinity, and favors catalysts or casting implements that that cling to his person without fear of being disarmed or stolen in a fight.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Element: Metal

Personality: In a word: bitter. Bitter at vampires for forcing him into what he sees as slavery. Bitter at humanity for allowing themselves to be collectively held hostage in order to control mages. Bitter at other mages for not rising up against their vampiric masters in spite of the cost. He maintains an air of cool politeness when decorum demands such, but can be quite irritable otherwise and rarely hesitates to take verbal jabs at others. When regarding vampires, his demeanor ranges from guarded, but amiable, to as outright hostile as he can feasibly act in such a scenario; depending on the attitude of the vampire in question. In general, however, he's rather sullen and resigned to his fate; any outrage he may have once felt is now dulled a quiet seething. As such, his bark is generally worse than his bite, and though he may complain, he's still willing to play the role of obediant vampire slave for lack of another option. Ironically enough, his detest for weakness pushes him to excel in that role as much as possible, despite it benefitting his oppressors.

Bio: Max grew up an only child within the territory of a highly traditionalist vampire noble, and as such spent his childhood in fear of being drunk like a juice pouch in the night. He'd witnessed the brutal exsanguination of people in his hometown written off as an unfortunate accident many times throughout his life, with the ruling count and his vassals rarely facing any sort of formal punishment for their sport hunting. In his hotheaded teenage years, once he was old enough to understand what was happening, Max was utterly appalled by the state of society and frequently argued with his parents' assertions of "That's just the way things are". Gradually, he grew to resent what he perceived as their weakness for not taking a stand; an animosity that eventually extended to almost the entire human race. Upon his Awakening, he was elated; magic was a power that could oppose and even kill vampires. Naturally, this delusion of grandeur was ended quickly by the reality of being a mage - a glorified piece of cattle for some upstart vampire to order around and drink from. Recently, he set his sights on Noila Academy in pursuit of magical instruction, believing that the accumulation of power is paramount if he's to cling to any hope of having freedom.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Likes: Long walks in the sunlight (if only out of spite), Advancing his magical abilities, Bluntness, Defiance of authority, Sleeping

Dislikes: Weakness in himself or others, Vampires (as a whole - his opinions on individuals are subject to case-by-case decisions), Overly-fake people, Restrictions on his actions

Habits:
* Has a tendency to be rude whenever he can get away with it (and when he can't, albeit the rudeness is usually veiled a bit in those cases), even to people that would generally be undeserving of such an attitude.
* Generally punctual and attentive, despite a feigned dismissive demeanor.
* Avoids eye contact with vampires on principle, out of fear of hypnotism rather than submission or awkwardness.

Other:
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[User]
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Lilie wasn't really sure why Ben pat her head like she was some kind of dog, but she guessed it wasn't supposed to be demeaning. She did, however, go to her bathroom to fix her hair--her dumb brother liked to pat her head too. Was that just a tall person thing? Or was it just because she was short? No, it had to be the former, she was an average height, everyone else was a giant towering over her. Her mom and dad did it a lot, too, now that she thought about it. As if she had another reason to be annoyed at her lack of height!

As she yanked the scrunchie off and let her hair spill over her shoulders, she pulled a brush through it before perfecting her usual ponytail, letting her mind wander. She didn't really have any expectations for the new semester, but she wondered if maybe she should. Then again, it hadn't started the way she wanted to at all. Yesterday was just spent worrying over Aaron and seeing old friends, but it felt weird. Helena definitely got into her head--well, she was always in her head, but things were different with her now. While going home felt the same, coming back here was a little easier. She didn't really miss her town anymore like she used to. Maybe she could finally get used to mage life?

Staring at herself in the mirror for a second, she looked herself up and down. A cream-colored turtleneck and a brown skirt so long she could probably wear it as a dress and no one would notice.--no matter what anyone told her, she still felt like a grandma. Maybe she could make things a little different? Touching the Eve pendant, her eyes flickered to her hair, and an idea came to her. Returning to her closet, she searched through the accessories before finding a brown scarf. Folding it, she tied it around her ponytail, making a makeshift ribbon before inspecting herself in the mirror. Aha! One little touch and she actually looked closer to her age!

Her phone beeped again, and her heart stopped. No, last time she got excited, it had been Salem, so it was probably him replying. That or Max found a new meme to show her. She put on a little more perfume before returning to her phone, plopping herself down on her bed and promptly throwing aside every thought as she let out a massive sigh of relief. So Aaron was okay! Thank goodness, she really did convince herself that something happened. She did frown a little, getting a little nervous at the last part. Was that a good 'I need to talk to you' or a bad one? No, the bad one was 'we need to talk', right? This was good? Hopefully?

Either way, she needed to respond. Or maybe she should wait a little so she didn't come off too desperate? Then again she had spammed him so not coming off as desperate was probably too late. She tried to think of what to say, but there wasn't much she could since he wanted to talk in person. Clucking her tongue, she figured she'd go with something simple and cheery like nothing was wrong.

> okay!

Was that really all she could come up with?! Letting out a groan, she tried to force out another message. Still, her anxiety got the best of her and she ended up apologizing.

> I'm sorry for all the messages, I hope I wasn't too annoying

Okay, that took a depressing turn. But she could salvage this!

> see you soon!

Lilie stared intently at the last message, the three words striking through her very core. "...'see you soon'? Why? Why am I so lame?!" She whined, dropping her phone onto the bed as she buried her face in her hands.

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Symphony

[Assistant]
Amaris Marivaldi

Interacting with: Madalyn @Achronum

Amaris chuckled again as she continued to observe her partner. She could understand the sentiment of hating a particular environment, though their preferences seemed to be complete opposites. While Maddie bundled up to avoid the cold of winter, Amaris shrunk away from the heat of warmer months. The countess did find herself feeling brief concern, however, as she realized it was probably unhealthy for her partner to have to bundle up quite so severely while still inside the dorm; something she would have to remember to look into later.

"I see. Well, so long as you're comfortable and it poses no distractions, I suppose there's no harm in morphing into a walking blanket." She teased, taking another sip from her own morning meal. Her expression faltered somewhat when asked about her own break, though the break in relaxation was only momentary as Amaris considered how to best answer the question.

"It was… interesting. A bit more hectic than I was counting on, but I suppose it was just as good for the house as it was for me. The place gets too quiet if you let it." Amaris shook her head gently as she smiled. "One of the perks to living in a vampire household, though, is that everyone is more or less tuned to your sleep schedule." Lifting her glass in a mock cheer, the countess drained it of the rest of its contents and set to cleaning up after herself.

"Speaking of schedules…" A quick peek at a nearby clock confirmed her suspicions as it ticked ever closer to the start of the academic night. "We should consider leaving soon. It wouldn't look very good if we were late to our first day of the new classes. We can catch up on the way, it will help take your mind off the weather."

[User]
Max's face contorted into a scrunched up mess at Eris' words, as if the leech had shoved a sour candy in his mouth rather than simply mentioned an inspection. What the fuck did that mean? The sexual connotations he was ascribing to the statement were probably more imagined than real, given Eris' sudden interest in his magic, but did the blond have to make it sound so fucking creepy? What did his appearance have to do with him being a special little Taldrin collector's piece anyway; it wasn't a tangible quality. Ugh, he thought this was all over after Feliks got ahold of his wardrobe, what more did Eris want?

"Fine, but you better turn the heater up before I get out of the shower if you expect me to trounce around naked for your amusement," Max snapped begrudgingly, "And if you make it weird, I'm throwing the fridge at you." He knew what was coming; the moment Eris had figured out... whatever the hell he needed to figure out by eyeing him like a piece of meat, he'd start teasingly prodding and commenting until he got the explosion he wanted and then dance off to class while riding the attention high. Max had no choice but to play the game too, if he wanted to be able to look himself in the mirror afterward, anyway.

He dropped the blanket he'd been wearing like a cape on the floor with little regard and marched into the bathroom. He wasn't in any rush to make the shower quick to begin with, but now that Eris had told him to hurry up, he was sure to take extra time. The warmth was nice, and it wasn't until the whole room had gotten nice and steamy that Max even considered turning the water off - in no small part because he knew he'd be standing there for a while and he wanted to keep the cold at bay for as long as he could. Plus, if all the moisture made Eris cut the feeding short because it was messing his hair up, even better.

He threw on a clean pair of underwear, as requested, and cracked the door just enough to let his head poke out. "Alright, pervert, I'm done. Get in here," The mage shouted across the dorm before slamming the door shut again. He did a quick once-over of himself in the mirror as he tussled his hair into its usual careless bedhead with a comb. Everything looked... normal. Nothing Eris could complain about, anyway. Unless the leech was expecting Max to look like a supermodel by the time of his actual public debut, which sounded like a lot of work and a miserable diet of tasteless crap. Maybe the tiny bit of mass he'd put on lugging around that armor for the past few months would placate the vampire for now. No, this was probably just Eris wanting to catalogue his newfound gem before he put it on display. Ugh, now he sounded anxious. That was a weak person word. Expectant? No. He just wanted to know what the fuck Eris wanted, and whether or not it involved effort. This was probably just some weird new way for Eris to mess with him.


[System]
Hacker
Gender: Male

Age: 18

Apperance:

Personality: Noru is a level headed and fun loving person who is out to just mess around. He is very mischievous person who tends to be snarky but also confident, but a bit too confident at times. He also tends to be melodramatic at times and enjoys fighting in the arena. He is also quite curious and uses his hacking skills to find information he wants to know. He has a close relationship with his partner Digimon and treats him like his best friend, though also loves to tease him for fun and throw sarcastic comments at each other.

Bio: Noru is the son to a programmer to the EDEN company. Due to having ties to EDEN and his father being a programmer, he quickly picked up programming at a young age and had easy access to the EDEN VR which was helpful when he became a hacker in EDEN. He started out as a normal player and became a hacker after befriending a group of hackers on EDEN, who were doing the fun morally grey side of hacking, they we're less of a group and more of a gathering having a contest of who can put do each other, but they were also white hats and looked down on those who would do criminal actions though hacking. He first met the group after he help one of their members in real life and he introduced him. This lead to when he first met his Digimon partner as most of the group had Digimon of their own and Noru became interested in the AIs he decided to capture one himself and the Hacker group informed him where to get one. He eventually came across and befriended, Rex who was a Dorumon at that point in time and ended up becoming his partner after a scuffle with a black hat hacker and his Digimon. He isn't a member of the group being more independent, but still has close ties and friendly relations with them. Recently though he and Rex got into the arena and started to climb the ranks.

Digimon 1: Rex [Reptiledramon]

In-Training:Dorimon

Rookie:Dorumon

Champion:Reptiledramon

Ultimate:Grademon

Mega:Alphamon

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~Fumi~

Hacking group? Hm. He had never messed around with hacking stuff before. He exclusively dealt with studying various types of digimon, raising them, and well, playing with them mostly. Ah, what to do. He wasn't sure he could offer anything of value here. Not that he wasn't without his skills, no. he had money as well as business contacts that Manaka could probably make heavy use of. That was likely the real reason he had been called here since well, he kinda was a big deal being the kid of a wealthy tech company CEO.

Secondly, ow his pride. Wouldn't need much skill? That was obviously directed at him.

"Ah, so cruel Ichirou...my poor maiden heart." Fumi muttered, pouting and running a hand through his hair. If Dino had heard him say that, he'd have a very irate digimon on his hands. Dinohyumon was a little overprotective at times. Lekis would probably just laugh. Oh well, thoughts for another time. Manaka was talking about stuff about Hackers, Norse Mythology, Thor and why Jormungundr would resurface. Well...wouldn't they just resurface to do hacker group stuff?

Before he could continue on that train of thought though, Fumi became aware of the ground beneath him opening.

"E-eh?" Oh, that was a direct link or something, wasn't it? Well that meant. "-Ah." Soon enough, he found himself falling through cyberspace along with the others. Fumi just enjoyed the ride, giggling brightly as they fell.

"Wheeee!-Ah-oof!~" All too soon though, the fall abruptly stopped, landing on his feet though rather badly and almost stumbling over. "Oh wow, that was fun. I should take Lekis next time." He giggled as he got his bearings, looking around the new area they had found themselves in. "...talk about creepy. Feels like a dungeon outta some old video game." Fumi at least, had a lot of experiences playing video games since that was almost all he did in his spare time these days. Which he had a lot of. One thing though, immediately caught Fumi's attention.

"Oh hey!" He bounced over to the Digimeat Tree. "It's a Digimeat tree! What's this doing here. I've only ever seen them on Digifarms..." He mused. "They don't grow naturally in EDEN either so someone had to put it here." He didn't seem to notice the voices coming from further in. "Ah hey, help me get some digimeat! I should take it back to my Digifarm."

[Assistant]
[color=7bcdc8][/color]Ichirou Kobayashi
Ichirou waited patiently as Manaka spoke, but he was a bit worried and disappointed in earnest. It seemed even outcasts and criminals were destined to butt heads over stupid stuff. It may have even been a bit of his fault, Fumi began pouting a bit at his rude comment. Whatever, he reasoned, he had Jacky and Gats and those two were all he needed. He needed to focus on cash, and this test would be his meal ticket. Apparently they were going to go against Kousuke Uehara, whom Ichirou hadn't heard much on, and Thor, which was fracturing a bit as of recently-- though the group would call it 'spreading' he was sure.

"Hmph. Alright, well I-- Agh!" Ichirou began, before a hole happened to open up under him. Manaka wanted them to go now, it seemed. He quickly grabbed Jacky and held him close as the two fell, Gats was in data form thankfully. As Ichirou's hit feet the ground, he wondered why he had grabbed Jacky though, since you couldn't normally get hurt in EDEN. He gently let Jacky down from the princess-carry he was in, and took a look around. They were in a medieval dungeon of some kind, though it was pixelated and had some kind of meat growing trees sprinkled as often as the torches.

According to Fumi's rambling, that was a Digimeat tree, something common in Digifarms and not much else. Ichirou certainly hadn't seen them around EDEN and he was around the place constantly. If it was a treat for Jacky and Gats though, he'd love to have some. Ichirou extended his hand and summoned his secondary partner, partly for protection and partly to give him some Digimeat.

Reading his mind, Jacky had already begun picking some meat, grabbing 2 slabs for himself and Gats, and beginning to hand over the rest to Fumi.

"So uh, what's goin' on here? Do we just go and beat everyone here up?" Asked the ever eager Gaomon. Ichirou simply nodded in response. "Seems so. Are we ready?"

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And think about it he did. Thor and the serpent was probably one of the best known part of Norse mythos, especially in the final battle. Thor slew Jormungudr, but died after taking seven steps. Now that he thinks about it Thor the group wasn't doing so hot, so did Thor and Jormungudr had a battle in which they crippled Thor and took out Jormungudr? Well the Norse Myth, time was a cycle and Ichirou did mention revenge, so was that the reason? A rematch? Noru was about to confirm it when Manaka oh so rudely sent them to somewhere else and Noru's response was a look that basically said 'Not impressed I can do that too!'

Noru and Rex landed in the dungeon. He there was some dungeons that you could clear using your Digimon, but it was probably a private server, after all he was pretty sure that getting outside help could be considered cheating. Interestingly a digimeat tree appearing at a random location like this one made him pretty sure it was a private server.

Huh, for there to be a digimeat tree here of all places either, Manaka hacked the tree, so that it considers any area as a digifarm area or they actually in a modified digfarm, either worked. While Noru was in deep thought Rex came over and ate one of the meat on the tree. Which the sounds of his chewing got Noru's attention.

"Hey don't eat that you don't know where it's been!"

In between bite Rex replied.

"Right here on this tree rooted to the ground, relax it's just normal meat."

Noru grumbled about raising a glutton and opened a screen and with a few click pulled up a mini map. Mini maps in Eden was usually left blank for areas like these until you start exploring, but Noru could just hack to side step the entire process.

"Well I'm in the mood for a good head smashing. Let's go beat everyone up."

Rex replied to what Gaomon said in the same eager tone, though it was a lot more intimidating coming from a cyborg dragon.

"Yeah what he said, I'll be sending both of you the map data. The name's Noru by the way."

Noru press a few buttons on the screen and the same maps appeared infront of the others. It was time to head forth. He didn't like Manaka that much, but he disliked Uehara even more.

[Assistant]
The team seems almost unanimous in their agreement to move forward. As they got closer to the only visible exit, they'd hear a bunch of grunt and a lot of cheering. "I'll get more fer' us! Bwhahaha!" Starting down the hallway towards them all was a small green-skinned humanoid. He was looking over his shoulder into the room behind him before turning around and taking a good long look at the three humans and digimon.

At first, his face showed hostility and then shock as he noticed the digimon with hands full of DigiMeat. "Oi'! Whatcha' doing!? That's our grub!" He was about to take a step forward before noticing what challenge there was before him. "Geh!? What? Champion!? If ya' wuz all Rookie I'd mop ya... But..." He quickly turned and ran with his hands in the air. "Boiz! Get the big bros! They stealing our grub!"

A lot of commotion could be heard in the room as it seemed a large group of those same Digimon ran out the opposite way. The group would reach the room by time they all ran. Their map would show that this level was just the room they started in, the room they just reached, and one room ahead that showed a seperate Direct Link, though it seemed connected to this server. Beyond that, they didn't have anything. It seemed they'd have to head through the portal to really know what more there was.

As they looked into this room, it looked like some medieval feast hall. There were a plenty of tables with plates filled with DigiMeat. On one side, there was a large fireplace that illuminated the room. In the middle of the room was what looked like a fighting ring of some sort, though it was just a circular outline with sand in the center.

As soon as they finished canvasing the area and started to head towards the only obvious exit, a group of even bigger green digimon appeared. Five of them to be exact. And they didn't look happy, even with their already ugly appearance. "You lot the one stealing our stuff?! Get ready for a rumble!" That one then launched himself at Rex attempting to hit him with his club. Of course, he was getting a bit overconfident, not knowing exactly knowing who he was dealing with. He had the best boasting, but he was one of the weakest of the five.

There wasn't much choice but to fight it seemed, though the other green Digimon just stayed back and watched, taunting the other two Digimon. "We's don't 'ave to fight so 'ard with there only being three of them!"

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It was ironic that the weakest of the five would attack one of the strongest Digimon there. Clearly he wasn't very smart, as what kind of sane intelligent being would go after the Cyborg Dragon! A life choice this poor Digimon would soon regret it. While Rex was a Vaccine type, his nature took over in a fight and he became more akin something you would see in a virus type Digimon and just as brutal and ferocious. It was said that the Reptiledramon species was a cyborg type due to being unable to contain that ferocious nature and Rex was about to show everyone what happens if it's released.

As the big green Digimon launched himself to hit Rex, a golden flash appeared at it's side and grappled it jerking it sideways before being stopped. Rex had caught the Digimon like a serpent, fitting of his own serpentine neck. Despite having another Digimon in his mouth he announced his attack loud and clear.

"Ambush Crush!"

A sickening crunch could be heard as Rex's metallic teeth sunk into the flesh like data of the Digimon. If it wasn't for the fact that Digimon where data it would have quickly become a rated R scene. Though Rex quite wasn't done just yet. Rex would thrash around using his neck as flail while keeping the Green Digimon locking in his jaws, after flailing him around he finally let down, while swinging the green Digimon downwards, slamming him into the ground.

Though it wasn't quite over, even with all that. A shadow would appear over the fallen Digimon. It wasn't exactly the shadow of death as it was Rex's foot before he crushed the underfoot. The cyborg dragon roared, partly in triumph partly as to issue a challenge. Noru rubbed the back of his head, before explaining.

"Yeah sorry about him, he's kinda like that in combat he's a real sunshine and rainbow kinda guy once you get to know him."

Rex roared again repeating his challenge.

"Ok, maybe sunshine and rainbows, is a little bit of an exaggeration."

Rex repeated his challenge again.

"Ok, a big exaggeration."


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
"Hey dude, what's up!" greeted Switch.

Rolo was a hard person to miss. Big, round, and bound in leather. To Switch he almost looked like a bull wearing the skin of another bull. If Rolo had horns then the look would be complete. Such a figure proved to be quite imposing, especially to rival gang members. No doubt, Rolo was a great asset to the crew. A fact that Switch nor any of the other guys dared not forget. But seeing Rolo at that table on his own, with bits of blueberry on his face, happily shovelling down fat stacks of pancakes, betrayed his almost childlike nature. Such a thing, to Switch at least, was comforting. It reinforced the notion that some things never changed simply because they didn't need to. When it came to the business of running a gang, it was always preferable to deal with people who had easily fulfilled desires. Rolo himself was such a person. That was one of the many reasons why Switch considered Rolo to be not only a dependable crew member, but also a dependable friend. It was no surprise that whenever Switch felt lonely, he could always find Rolo at the local pancake place every Sunday morning.

Rolo looked up from his third helping of pancakes to see Switch approach his table. Despite his clothes looking a little disheveled and the presence of a hicky on his neck, he looked alright. In fact, Rolo noticed that Switch had a spring in his step.

"Hey bro. Looks like you had a fun night." Rolo remarked.

Switch took a seat opposite Rolo. He then put his feet up on an adjacent chair.

"Damn right I did! You left early with that little chick. Corrine was it? I mean, with the height difference and your..." Switch hesitated before continuing.

"Is she still alive!?" Switch whispered loudly.

"Hey! It wasn't like that! We just ya know, talked." replied Rolo defensively.

"Come on man! Ya think I was born yesterday!? Yous guys wouldn't have taken off early just to talk. Somethin must've gone down. And before you get all mad and dismissive and shit, remember that there ain't no secrets when gang stuff's involved. Brothers for life." proclaimed Switch.

"Yeah yeah I know." replied Rolo dismissively.

"If you must know, I took Corinne to Ghost Rock. I told her a ghost story, we made out a little, and then we fell asleep. And even if I wanted to, there ain't no back support for a guy like me out in the wild." explained Rolo.

"Classic seduction move right there. Wouldn't work with a local girl though. Not in a million years. Man I gotta try it myself, just gotta find me a new chick or a tourist or somethin." stated Switch.

"What happened to that girl last night. Cynthia wasn't it?" Rolo asked.

"You know darn well that her reputation is almost as bad as mine. Like as soon as my back was turned, off with another dude." explained Switch.

"And before you start feelin sorry for me, mission accomplished." stated Switch proudly.

"You sure know how to pick em." commented Rolo.

"And I couldn't be happier with my choices! proclaimed Switch.

"Don't doubt that for a second pal." replied Rolo.

Rolo shoved one of his plates of pancakes towards Switch. Topped with maple syrup and vanilla ice cream. It was a dish to die for.

"Here, eat up. Don't have to pay dude. I know you're a poor bitch. But don't think you don't owe me nothin. I'll be callin in a favour real soon." offered Rolo.

"If pussy was money then I'd be one rich muthafucka." replied Switch playfully.

"Oh, and thanks bro. You're probably gonna ask me to do something annoying and lame but these pancakes, these pancakes! Worth it!" exclaimed Switch excitedly.

"Eat up!" Rolo ordered lightheartedly.

[Assistant]
Corrine and Klaus make their way toward the back garden for lunch. Corrine felt extremely uncomfortable being anywhere near him. Everything he does is creepy. Even when he breathes! He was so suspicious to her.

As they made their way toward the garden, there was a garden table already set up with tea and sandwiches.

"Oh? Why, you already set up everything! I knew you liked me!" He grinned and quickly walked to the table, admiring the food. Corrine was puzzled. She wasn't the one who set that up. She was getting ready before he came. Most of her brothers weren't home, it couldn't have been them. Corrine thought and thought, until she looked at the table again.

It was Charlie. He was the only one who used the green tea set. And cut the crust off of his sandwiches. She smiled knowing that she would at least have a nice lunch with the creep. She sat down and sat up straight. Her father had drilled these manner into her head; it was second nature by now.

The awkward silence was killing her. He stared at her lovingly as he took a sip of his green tea. She decided to make conversation.

"S-so.... did you have a safe trip here from Germany? How long are you staying?" she asked.

"Why yes! It took a very long time to get here, but it was all worth it to see you! I'm staying for about two more weeks! I hope I get to see you more often, my dear." Corrine cringed. How could anyone not see how creepy he is? She nodded and continued to sip her tea. She couldn't believe she was thinking this, but she actually wanted school to start! She couldn't wait to get away from him.

"My dear, is something wrong?" he asked.

Corrine shook her head.

"You look upset."

She shook her head.

"Corrine, answer me."

She shook her head harder.

"Answer me!" he yelled.

She jumped up and hid in her chair.

"I-I'm just home sick! I wanna go home!" she trembled.

"Aw~ poor baby! I'm sure you'll like it here in Sea Salt Bay! It looks like a nice town!" His tone completely changed. He was like another person. If only she had proof her father might call off the marriage. If only Rolo were here. She would have had a much better time chatting with him.

She finished off her tea and sighed. Just another hour Corrine, and the rest of the day is yours! She could try and find someone to hang with. Or maybe go back down to the beach. Anywhere but here.

She felt like she was forgetting something. Something important. But she couldn't put her finger on it. It must have been important.

"Corrine! Let's go back inside! I want to tell you about Germany. You are my fiancée after all, and I'm making you move in with me, so I think you should at least have a bit of knowledge about it, right?" He takes her arms and practically drags her to the parlor. His grip is unusually tight. She didn't want to complain or hear him yell again, so off she went to the parlor, getting a boastful earful about Germany.

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It was a short time later when a rather unexpected visitor came to the pancake place. The bell that was attached to the door rang out as it opened, announcing his arrival. Wearing black pants, leather shoes, a camel shade button up shirt, and a wide brimmed camel shaded hat, sheriff Waxley of Sea Salt Bay Police Department was indeed the typical stereotype of a small town sheriff. A middle aged veteran with a gruff demeanour and a zero tolerance policy for sass. According to the local punks he was very much the friendly neighbourhood buzzkill. The old and the boring loved him and the young and the interesting hated him. It was obvious to all though that despite all that, the sheriff took great pride in his job.

Rumours abounded that the glock he was armed with has been fired for extralegal reasons on more than one occasion. Though such rumours had been proven to be unfounded. Still, there's been many strange rumours that have plagued the town of Sea Salt Bay and its more prominent members of society. Though many people have simply chalked them up to small town idle gossip. But some people still believed. Such people were always a treat to talk to.

Both Rolo and Switch looked up from their plates nervously as the sheriff approached. What was strange was that out of all the Sundays that Rolo ate at the pancake place, he never once saw the sheriff in there. It was obvious to the two friends that this encounter was not gonna be because of random happenstance.

"Mornin fellas, enjoyin your breakfast?" greeted sheriff Waxley.

"Good morning sir. Yeah, breakfast is good." replied Rolo awkwardly.

"These pancakes are out of this world." Switch intoned.

"Hehe I bet they are. Gertrude does a hell of a good job doesn't she? That old gal has been makin pancakes ever since the gosh darn dinosaurs walked the earth." joked the sheriff.

Both Rolo and Switch laughed nervously. The tension was too thick for a simple little joke to break it. The sheriff himself though, grinned smugly to himself. He secretly got off on the tension he created when it came to dealing with so called "tough" guys.

"And I don't think she'd take to kindly to you dirtying up her furniture son. And sit like a normal person, for heavens sake." ordered the sheriff.

"Y-yes sir." stammered Switch.

Switch then took his feet off of the other adjacent chair and placed them firmly in the ground. He glanced at the other chair briefly, to check for signs of dirt. Luckily, there was not a spec to be found.

"Uhh is there anything you need sheriff?" asked Rolo.

"Truth be told, not really, though I could do with a couple of pancakes myself. Sadly though, I ain't got the time. Somebody has to keep the local hooligans in line and such. But there was somethin I've been meanin to ask you two gentlemen about. Maybe you two could shed a little light on the subject." explained the sheriff.

"And what might that be?" asked Switch.

"Well I'm glad you asked! announced the sheriff.

"There was a little incident with a bunch of burnin tires down on Main Street. I don't suppose any of you two fine gentlemen know anythin bout that?" asked sheriff Waxley.

"Well uhh I dunno." replied Rolo.

"Yeah, we don't know nothin. It could've been anyone. We aren't the only guys who own bikes and stuff." asserted Switch.

"You know it's an offence to lie to an officer of the law right?." asked the sheriff.

"May I ask sheriff, what makes you think that we know anything about it?" countered Switch.

"Those are some mighty fine bikes you boys got out there. They look awfully like the ones those hoodlums rode at the scene." the sheriff observed.

"The Harley Davidson FL is a common and popular motorcycle. I'm sure we ain't the only ones who have em." stated Switch.

"I suppose not. Just makin light conversation. Ya know that there's gonna be an assembly about it at your school tomorrow mornin? It's an important one so make sure you boys ain't sick or nothin." explained the sheriff.

"Wouldn't dream of it. We'll be there, front row center. said Switch.

"Yeah, we will." said Rolo.

"Glad to hear it boys. Y'all have a good rest of the day ya hear!?" said sheriff Waxley.

"Don't worry, we will." relied Switch.

"Yeah, and a good morning to you to sir." said Rolo.

The sheriff then walked away from the table then out the door. The bell on the door rang once again, signalling his departure. Both Switch and Rolo looked at each other incredulously. It was the first time that any of them had ever been questioned directly by the sheriff himself. It was as clear as day that things weren't going to be so easy for the Salt Bay Turbos anymore.

[Assistant]
Corrine sat in the parlor, listening to Klaus ramble about Germany and why it's a fantastic place. She could hardly keep her eyes open.

"Mein Schatz?" A voice called out to her. She quickly opened her eyes. She didn't fall asleep did she?

"You don't look so good. Are you sick? Oh no, let me take you to your room. I'll come back next week to check on you." Corrine didn't have a chance to say anything before Klaus carefully picked her up off of the sofa. She groaned as she's removed from her comfortable spot. But at least he was leaving. He carries her with ease up the stairs and into her bedroom. He lays her down on her bed and smiles.

"Now you stay here and rest. I'll go tell your brothers that you aren't feeling well. My poor baby..." He takes her hand and squeezes it particularly hard. She flinches as her hand starts to hurt. Corrine looks up at his face and notices a mischeavious smile spread across his lips. He was up to something again. He kisses her hand and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She felt her forehead. She wasn't burning up. Maybe she shouldn't have slept in the forest last night. She decided to stay in her room and catch up on some much needed rest.