[System]
'Yahoo~! Everyone's idol just arrived!"'

Utaha is actually a pretty tall girl in comparison to most girls, and even guys, standing at 1.90 meters. Her build is actually quite curvy. Her orange hair reaches her back and is almost always kept straight, but she knows how to arrange it in lots of ways, for when she becomes a real idol.
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Arcana: Sun

Personality: Utaha is extremely lively, way too lively for the good of anyone in her vicinity. It is hard to see her stay put, and she likes jumping around as much as possible, even with her big body. She likes singing and dancing a lot too. Without regards of personal space whatsoever or the slightest hint of what the hell is the so-called delicacy she keeps hearing so much about, Utaha can be quite intrusive upon personal matters, even though she always has the best interests of people in mind, even though she can be quite the nuisance too. She always gives it her all to achieve her dream of becoming an idol, and always gives her 200% at everything, and also expecting that others will follow her example. She also does not accept any kind of slacker, and will force them into working, no matter what it takes.

An airhead and a klutz by nature, Utaha is someone who trips over nothing, forgets things rather quickly, can't read the mood or take a hint, and her fingers seem to be made out of butter, everything slipping through them most of the times. Unable to ever differentiate left from right, there are few actual things she is good at, such as dancing, and also, quite few things that can upset her, being almost always able to keep her cool no matter the circumstances. Still, there are a lot of things that can upset the ever happy Utaha, such as commenting over her height or telling her that her dream to become an idol is a fool's errand.

Equipment/Skills: Weapon: Unsuited for a fighting style that is less than graceful, due to her dancing skills and clumsy nature, Utaha would actually prefer to make use of a spear or lance when the time comes, so she would be able to put it to good use with her big body.

Armor: Not much, the usual school uniform and maybe something underneath it, but nothing slowing her legs down.

Skills: Dancing, singing. Due to an elective she was practically forced to take during middle school, she also knows Judo, if at least the basics. Her grades aren't that bad either, and she's able to memorize lyrics and whatnot in a matter of seconds.

Background: Born to a family of overachievers, Utaha spent most of her life being the black sheep in a family full of people that did not know what it meant to fail, at anything at all, and given how she is, and has always been, Utaha was actually looked down upon a lot. Her brother and sister always thought of her as being worthless and also called her names related to her height and build, hence building to her build complex. Her father barely paid her any attention, and not to say anything about her mother, who knew she was too much of a goody two shoes to actually tell anyone what she was doing behind her family's back. Utaha pretty much just had to put up with it.

Her life, well, it could not be called a living hell, she did not want to call it that, since many others had it even worse than her, but it wasn't something pretty. There was a single thing that kept her on the game, and it was the love she had for the idol Kiruri Izumi. Her songs and dances got right to her heart, and even so, it wasn't the songs themselves that made her hopeful. It was the fact that anyone could become that, even her. It was not long until Izumi released a song that actually filled Utaha with the courage she needed. That day, she was able to finally tell her dad about what her mom was doing, not only wringling every penny out of him, but also cheating on him. A divorce ensued, of course, and she ended up living with her father. He was no longer able of treating Utaha as he did, even though he still spent a lot of time in his work, he now calls regularly to check on her.

Utaha now feels happy about what she did and now aims to become an idol just like Kiruri Izumi, someone that makes and sings songs that reach people's hearts and fills them with emotions, that's what she wants to do the most. Still, she finds obstacles at every turn. Not one agency has hired her in all the time she has been attending idol auditions because of her height and build not fitting the image they search for in an idol. While it puts her down at times, she still gives it her best always and keeps up a positive outlook at everything. She will not let anyone put her down or ridicule her dream of becoming an idol that will reach everyone's hearts!

Persona: Terpsichore, nicknamed Terpsi-chan by Utaha.

Appearance:

Abilities: Agi, Dia, Tarukaja.

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Alexei Dragunov
Thursday, After School, April 16th

The past few days had literally flown by. Noboru had completed a startling vanishing act and to add a new question, a guy named Matthew had gone missing. A gaijin like him and apparently president of the more famous Agriculture Club.

The reports had said that he was kidnapped and that police were still looking for traces. Alexei was a bit concerned about the recent developments so he had set up for a co-worker to pick up his sister from school and drop at the hospital with his mother. That's be the last thing he would be able to contend with. She was too precious to him to not panic a bit with the new developments.

He also had decided to make changes to her daily schedule and incorporate some self defense lessons. Maybe get her excited to be Inoue's sparring buddy.

Because there was Drama on today, he wanted to be on time for once. Ensuring that Sagat would be walking Inoue home, he walked out of the lecture room straight to the practicing room.

As he walked into the room, it was still empty. He threw his bag on one of the chairs and took a look around the whole hall. Though it wasn't that grand or regal, still it had considerable size. He raised his arms beside him and inhaled deeply. He wouldn't want anyone to crash on this moment but that hardly concerned him enough to drop his pose.

The last practice was still vaguely in his mind. He wanted his impression to change on the stern president. He arched his back and looked towards the ceiling as his entire form seemed to emanate a certain oppressive force. Like a hawk just before grabbing his prey, Alexei stood there with his open, thick log-like arms and an expression of relief.

This club somewhat helped in washing away all the tension that regularly piled upon him.

[Assistant]
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

Kotori wasn't really sure what to be expecting - but it certainly hadn't been the sudden approach of one of the two girls. It was only when she actually stood right before her and had to bend down to bring them face to face that Kotori realised just how tall she was - whilst she herself usually was in the taller half, this girl was something else. Kotori barely got a moment to reply to any of the questions she asked; the girl simply talking on before she had the chance - before grabbing her hands and pulling her over to the table where the other girl sat. A bit startled at how sudden it all was, she could only give a quick "Nice to meet you too, Utaha-san" and having little opportunity for a more polite bow as she was directed toward one of the seats.

Once there, the other girl - Keiko, as she'd caught her name the other day - spoke up; noting that joining would be a little difficult with no one to allow such a thing around. Introducing herself nonetheless and also reaffirming Utaha's name, Keiko then asked Kotori's name. Now seated and with a slightly dumbfounded look on her face, Kotori simply nodded before slowly regaining her wits. "Ah, yes, I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2," she confirmed after a moment's pause to both Keiko's and Utaha's question.

"Are you girls waiting for someone...?" Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, Kotori was almost thankful when yet another voice spoke up and drew the immediate attention away from her - looking up and to the door, she saw a black-haired boy standing there who seemed to be wondering why there were three people in a club room that they weren't part of. Given that there probably was little reason for anyone to come to this room without a purpose, Kotori assumed that he was a club member - on whose club they were intruding right now. Quickly standing up, she gave a bow before speaking. "Please excuse us, we were hoping to find someone from the Agriculture Club." Her voice was as quiet as ever - and trailed off a little toward the end as she realised that she wasn't even sure if that was the real reason that Utaha and Keiko were here for. Remaining standing for an awkward moment, she then sat back down; hoping that the others would clear things up if necessary.

[User]
Sieg Kasumi: Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room

The past few days flew by for Sieghardt, if he wasn't doing anything that had to do with theater and its amazing arts. Then he was usually wasting it at his house, although it did get lonely over there. He was for the most part the only one there besides his families maids, butlers, or whatever else they needed. Despite all those people being there, it always felt lonely there. Thats why he loved going to drama club, it wasn't lonely, and people reacted to what he did. Mostly Leiko, it was adorable seeing her reactions to what he would say. Last time he played a man who taunted her, it seemed to have its desired effect. This time he decided he should be more energetic than he was before. Just to throw them off a bit.

So after avoiding his teachers grasp to talk about his lovely school performance, he made his way to the auditorium while hearing about Matthew have being kidnapped, or missing. It spread quite quickly, might be cause he was a club president, or his parents got worried after him not coming home. After a couple of minutes he made his way through the auditorium entrance. He however would be second again, this time one of those mma guys beating him to the punch. He chuckled to himself about the pun. Punch, cause the guy punched things and those things being people.

Well not that it mattered, he went over to a table and sat down upon it, pulling out the play Hamlet. Might as well do some school work he enjoyed while waiting for everyone else to show up, but oh how the mighty have fallen, Leiko wasn't first this time around. That was amusing in itself.

[Assistant]
Kashiwagi Utaha - Warakuma High
After School||April 16||Agriculture Club

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kotori-chan~! You two have such pretty names~" Utaha said, taking a seat again and complimenting both of her companions. Still, things to talk about would eventually run out, they just met now, after all, and it would be difficult to keep up a conversation with everyone when one of them was really shy. No matter how talkative she was, not even Utaha would be able to keep a conversation going with Kotori if she wasn't willing to. "How about we play shiratori~?" She suggested. Well, at the very least, they could kill some time until someone got to the club so they could hand over their applications. That is, IF someone ever showed up. They could just play between themselves until they felt like it.

Another guy suddenly showed up in the door, a guy with black hair. Though he only seemed to notice two of them, Utaha still greeted him with all of her energy, or at the very least, that's what she intended to do. When she tried to get up, Utaha suddenly fell down and hit her face directly with the floor. That was the worst timing to start being clumsy, and yet, she just had to go and fall like that. "Ouchie..." She said before, getting into a sitting position so she could caress her nose that she hit. "I'm sorry about that~ I kind of lost my balance~"

Utaha finally got up, dusted herself off and said to the guy, "As Kotori-chan said~ We were waiting for anyone else from the agriculture club so they could take our club applications, but it seems we aren't having any luck yet~ Are you in the Agriculture club as well, um...?" She asked the guy's name.


[System]
Gender
Male
Age
23
Appearance
With typical Darcsen blue-black hair and a thin beard, Harald is nothing special. His off-duty wear consists of a well-worn traditional Darscen robe adapted for his former role as a police officer with a number of leather straps and sewn in pouches. When in his uniform, Harald shows his heritage with a sash worn across the chest.
Rank
Sergeant, Squad 4 NCO Commanding
Class
Scout
Weapons and Equipment

Gallian S1 Rifle and bayonet
Grenade bandoleer with space for three B-Type M1 grenades
Small Ragnaid canister and first aid pouch
Gallian Police Constabulary Service Revolver, .38 cal
Personality
Like many of his Darcsen brethren, Harald is calm and collected, possessed of patience born from a lifetime's persecution. He is likely to bite his tongue and walk away when provoked, but rest assured he will have his vengeance in the end, even if it is a petty one. When in the presence of someone who can see beyond his dark hair, Harald is relaxed and friendly, the very picture of a smiling bobby on the beat. He treats his subordinates like his own children and is prone to occasional fits of paternal rage if they are hurt or wronged.

Bio
The Gallian Police Constabulary rarely admits Darcsen as constables, but in the southern town of Rinneheim there are exceptions. Years ago the town was home to a large ragnite refinery and its itinerant population of Darcsen workers; even once the refinery went bankrupt and the industrialists moved on, the workers stayed to settle. By the time of the Second Europan War, Rinneheim was home to hundreds of Darcsen in various professional capacities, making it both a cultural melting pot and a tempting target for regular slaving raids from across the border. In order to maintain its appearance as a national force, the GPC loosened its recruitment criteria and a young man named Harald became the first Darcsen constable in the region.

Having lost his parents to disease and being bereft of siblings, Harald was raised on the street. His early years were nothing special; a mix of begging, stealing and odd jobs. During his compulsory military education he specialised in reconnaissance and demolitions, hoping to perhaps enter the Gallian Army upon graduation. Even his career with the GPC was uneventful, as Rinneheim was a peaceful city with little crime. However as the years rolled on and tensions rose across Europa, Imperial raids across the border escalated and the GPC soon found itself working as adhoc border guards. Failure by the government and the military to protect border towns such as Rinneheim led to growing unrest among the Darcsen minority, often the target of slave raids and sometimes outright ethnic cleansing.

Finding himself caught between these two opposing forces, Harald became disillusioned with his role as a constable and began to drift away from his increasingly right-wing co-workers. As March 1935 rolled around, Harald was questioning his life and role in society, questioning whether his loyalty should be to his state or his people. The events of that day in early March soon gave him his answer.

RP Sample
A lone figure strolled down Rinneheim's main street, his breath crystallising in the early morning air. AM beats were always his favourite; the air was crisp and fresh, the people too groggy to cause problems. He thought of it as a pleasant walk after a good morning coffee at the station. He rounded a corner, entering the area known among his fellow constables as Darktown, home to Rinneheim's vibrant Darcsen community. The change in atmosphere was sudden and drastic; Darktown was alive with the sounds of industry as a dozen blacksmiths plied their trade and apprentices ran to and fro across the street. The policeman smiled, nodding to the occasional worker as he rolled a cigarette. Just as he was sparking up, a melodic voice floated down from a second story window. 'Morning Harry! Still hung over?' The copper flashed one irate finger in reply as he walked on, not even deigning to look at the young woman. 'Oh really? Really, Harald? Same place, same time tonight or I'll rip your balls off!'

The same old jokes, same old banter. Such was life in Darktown, where everyone knew one another, had grown up together; the same couldn't be said for the rest of the town. The up-town beat was Harald's least favourite, where the shop owners sneered as he passed, people crossed the street to avoid him... and worst off, the little old ladies never invited him in for a cup of tea. Philistines. As he strolled through the ghetto he passed the occasional empty building, barren and silent... The Imperial raids had grown worse recently, with entire families taken in the night. He shuddered to think what fate awaited those taken by the raiders, especially considering the... examples they sometimes left behind. Harald found himself subconsciously reaching for his old service revolver, conflicting feelings of outrage and responsibility weighing down on him. If things didn't change soon, if the government didn't take steps to protect its citizens... He glanced around morosely, reflecting on how fragile a place like Darktown was. If those raids ever became something more concrete... He stopped himself. Such pessimism had no place in the eyes of a on-duty constable. Squaring his shoulders and lighting up another cigarette, Harald set off toward the station to begin his next beat.

I want to be Nancy Dufour's Onii-chan.

[User]
Celeste

"Would be a nice change of pace with all the combat we'll see in the coming days." Celeste smiled. "I wouldn't mind just relaxing, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind, without the worry of tomorrows training or missions." She finished up after speaking. Walking out of the showers in a simple tank top and shorts. Her uniform draped over her arm, and hair properly straightened. "Well, I'd like to get some shut eye. If you're of a similar mind, would you like to follow me?" She had a smile on her face "I won't be offended if you want to socialize with a few of the others before you go to bed." She walked off to the bunks.

Brenna

Brenna waited for a few minutes after the Sergeant left, before she let out and exhausted sigh. She looked to the bench, and chose to slouch into it. She needed to relax for a bit before she could walk to the bunks. With everything being communal, she was sure to have many more encounters. Brenna had been lucky to slip by in the showers.

After a few minutes, Brenna stood up and went to the bunk room, falling asleep almost immediately once she laid down on a bed.

[Assistant]
Lilly's Post
Lilly had just managed to finish straightening her hair, when Celeste left the shower. She decided not to take her up on her offer, though, as Lilly wanted to meet a few more people. Maybe chat with Private Glaive. "If you have no objections, Corporal, I would like to talk with a few more people. It would be good to get to know more of the squad." With Celeste's permission, Lilly saluted and then turned to head towards the common room. It was getting late, but other people might still be there.

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Apparently the squad had been far more tired than she had anticipated. When Lilly got to the common area, she found it empty, with everyone who had been there before having already gone to bed. Shrugging, sat down at one of the chairs and gazed out the window. The sun had already set and the moon was high in the sky, providing just enough light to write or read by. Lilly didn't want to go to sleep just yet. She was tired, but there were a great deal of things on her mind. She decided to write a letter home, both to inform her father and aids that she was still unharmed, as well as to request supplies and clear her head. Writing had always helped to calm her mind.

"Dear Father, I am writing to inform you that I still live..."

...

The letter took longer than Lilly had expected, taking nearly two hours before she was satisfied. She smiled as she folded it up and headed back to her room. Her father would no doubt be pleased to hear that she was safe, and her butlers and maids would probably be interested in learning of what she had been doing in her training. She even had included a humble request for supplies from her father, explaining the situation of how the militia squads were relatively poorly equipped and needed to seek out their own benefactors. Her father had not approved of her joining the militia in the slightest, but she doubted that he would let that petty grievance cloud his judgement. He could probably spare a crate or two of rifles and munitions for them, the only question was how long it would take for them to arrive.

Sneaking into the female quarters, Lilly crept past the occupied bunks as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb anyone's rest. Eventually she came to her bed located on the bottom bunk at the far end of the room. Placing her letter into her footlocker to be mailed tomorrow, Lilly lay down for the evening, hoping to be able to get a good rest for the next days training. This was not to pass, however, as her sleep was disturbed by constant horrifying and violent nightmares. She was going to look very haggard tomorrow, indeed.

Evan's Post
The rest of the group seemed to be of a similar opinion to him, but everyone was tired. Not much conversation sparked up after that, and it didn't take long for people to start trickling back to their bunks to bed down for the evening. Eventually, Evan decided to follow suit, waving goodbye to Alex and heading through the door. "G'night, Glaive. See you in the morning."

After trudging up the hallway and into the male sleeping quarters, he set about in search of his bunk. It turned out his bunk bed was on the upper level, and was directly over top of Alonso. "Night, Kid." Evan's booming voice echoed through the room, a bit louder than he intended, no doubt startling the boy who seemed to be half a minute away from nodding off. Clambering up the wooden latter, he fell onto his bed with a thud, falling asleep nearly instantly. Despite not acting like it, he actually was exhausted from the days work.

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0700 March 29th 1935 EC
Squad Four Barracks, Fort Breda

Standing by the open barrack door smoking the day's first cigarette, Harald allowed himself some degree of satisfaction at how much his squad had improved over the last week. Every soldier could pull a ten miler, then immediately set up to hit a target at three hundred foot while under fire. Well, in theory... Simulating enemy fire with chalk rounds wasn't ideal but most of them knew what it was really like anyway. Even Harald himself was dreading proper combat, not least because he had privately noted his own marksmanship score to be below average... A loud snore jogged the Sergeant from his reverie and Harald cast a long gaze into the barracks. Today's exercise would be their last, if the rumours were to be believed. Some major action had been reported in the north; mysterious giant vehicles and other weird shit. Apparently the Militia had lost an entire regiment in the are; just gone, with no communications, nothing. How much of it was baseless rumour was debatable, but if there was one thing an old copper learned, it was there there was always a grain of truth out there somewhere. He stamped out the fag end and checked his watch; time to rouse the squad and get some brekkers.

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Three hours later the squad stood in a rough semi-circle around their Sergeant on the edge of the training arena. Across the field, hidden from sight by a copse of trees stood Squad Six, bedecked in the finest armour money could buy. Whoever was supplying them had serious cash, the lucky bastards. 'This time around, the plan will work.' Between Harald and Celeste they had managed to mock up a reasonably good map of the area on the ground, with bullets and ammunition pouches substituting soldiers and tanks. 'From what we observed in the last match, Squad Six will focus on supporting their tank while getting it into a good defensive position. Even if we take the fastest possible route though the centre, they'll have time to fortify their positions enough to fuck us over completely. So. We can't win conventionally, which leaves us with only one option.' Motioning to the Corporal, Harald used the butt of his rifle to move a number of the bullet markers around, seemingly at random. The two of them had discussed it earlier and the idea they had come up with was unorthodox to say at the least. '... Divide and conquer. Step one, separate the tank from her escort. Step two, blow the tank and retreat, baiting the soldiers into pursuing us. Step three, lead them into preprepared firezones and cut them down.'

The actual details of the plan would be less well organised, as the squad would need to split into pairs and launch hit and run attacks on the enemy's flanks to break up their formation. Taking down the tank itself would be fairly easy; with two lancers positioned on opposite sides, they could cut it to ribbons. It was luring the enemy that held the most risk. 'We have one advantage over Six. I was able to uh, acquire a box of radios. Enough for everyone. We'll be able to keep in contact even if we get split up, which we will have to for this plan to succeed.' With nine footsoldiers in the squad there would be four pairs, five if they left the APC behind. There were a total of thirteen in Squad Six, two of whom were in that tank including their Sergeant. Pairing the squad up arbitrarily would be a mistake, so... 'Choose a partner for the exercise and stick with them at all times. Sorry Carn, no APC this time but you've got a special job. Unhook that MG from the turret and stick with me; we'll set up a good killzone for the rest of you to use. Any questions?'


[System]
Character age:
23
Physical information:
Loria is a slender woman of average height, surprisingly healthy even after the most recent years of personal misfortune. Even though she's somewhat muscled (compared to her former peers), she's mostly suited to tasks of speed, agility and dexterity but isn't particularly strong. She does well in (close quarters) combat due to some skill and a fierce demeanour. Her skin tone is naturally a nice tan, but as she is nowadays usually covered in some sort of dust, dirt and/or grime, coupled with her attire and various visible minor wounds, she has an overall rough appearance.
Those who know what to look for would see long thin spider-like fingers, angular facial features and a seemingly innate grace of movement and confidence of posture, all signs of someone born in one of the high castes, but all most see are the signs of a prisoner – a head shorn almost to the point of baldness, the simple but standardized clothing and perhaps the most damning sign; a brand of a runic letter on her left palm (near the base of the thumb) representing her crime (betrayal). She has black hair (what little there is of it), blue-grey eyes and wears dark grey trousers, sleeveless shirt and has a warm cloak for nights or cold days. After being released from imprisonment (to be sent on the Path of the Void), she was given some basic personal equipment and supplies (knife, dagger, backpack with spare clothes, first aid, water flask and such).
Psychological information:
Her rather sheltered and mostly happy childhood has given her a solid foundation for good mental health even in adulthood, though she has long since grown out of her initial naivety. Loria retains some of the adventurous, curious and at times thrill-seeking spirit she had displayed in childhood, but those traits have been heavily tempered by her being disillusioned by reality. Her life experiences have shown her that her early good life was just an illusion her father had tried to maintain for them both. At her very core, Loria is now a determined survivalist.
The event that lead to her imprisonment revealed to her that she is quite temperamental under pressure. She suffers from mild insomnia due to her father, mother and ex-fiancé haunting her dreams in various life states (that is, alive, dead, as ghosts and everything in between). The less sleep she gets the more irritable she becomes and even as she curses this weakness, she can't help but eventually succumb and resort to some sort of violence (preferably in a controlled manner/environment where it would cause least harm). This frustrates Loria particularly because she deeply believes in cooperation, tolerance and patience as the best basis for relationships with other people. Her time in prison made her much less trusting and she is now willing to only make allies, close acquaintances at best, perhaps tentative friendships in extreme and unlikely cases. She is proud of her heritage, but ashamed of her crime and will tell others that her reason for volunteering for the mission is to be accepted back into society (on the slim chance that she returns successful), however she is in truth on a search for atonement.
Biography:
Loria was born in the Ar'revik hermit community of the Kraahr Mountains to the two people who were the Hand. Her community has always been led by a married pair who were the Hand together and as such, when Loria's mother died about 5 years after her birth, her father – now a widower – became one of the Wise (considered an offshoot of the Path of the Hand and as such not a path switch). The Wise is a collective name for people who had either been on the Path of the Hand and hadn't been chosen or people who had for some reason or another ceased being the Hand. The Wise serve as mentors, elders and advisors to others and are generally considered to be the bridge between the ruling and common folk. A person of the Wise is usually closest to one Path and their people. He or she may also choose to complete some of that Path's trials if doing so would be more beneficial to cooperation with that specific group and to the whole community.
Even though Loria's father was no longer the Hand, she was the heiress to one of those families expected to go on the Path of the Hand. Besides being on the Path of Knowledge alongside others, her father also passed down some of his expertise to her, which was culturally expected and more than acceptable. Loria was somewhat sheltered by her father but she gradually learned on her own that everything was nowhere nearly quite so well. She also had a penchant to sneak off with some other children to watch the Rangers, whom she admired (not at all uncommon), go on their missions and return from them.

As she entered her teen years, her father's health began deteriorating and even though this affected them both negatively, Loria felt that they could get by as long as they had each other. She was eventually introduced to her (at that time) future fiancé, a heir to another prominent family, who would be her partner in their attempts to become the Hand. Loria's first impressions were that her fiancé (a few years' older male of the Seroux family) was cold-hearted, stand-offish and almost obsessed with becoming the Hand, but this hadn't worried her initially.
She eventually completed her coming of age trial and officially got engaged to her fiancé. They began on the Path of the Hand, having to compete against tree other pairs in their generation (there were usually 3 – 8 pairs on this path per generation). However it was also at this time that Loria's father's health declined even further and soon after she had started on her Path with her fiancé, her father died. After this, Loria was left with practically no support – her fiancé was indifferent and at times rude and any other people she had been close to were busy with their own paths. The culmination of grief, stress, various rumours, accusation from her fiancé, lack of sleep and an eventual failure in one of their trials resulted in a remarkable argument between Loria and her fiancé in which she somehow or other injured him gravely, nearly causing his death. He did survive, but Loria (from too high a caste to be exiled) was imprisoned indefinitely.

The change from her life as a part one of the high castes in a community where cooperation was a highly practiced ideal, to the life of a prisoner where competition was rife and the culture was more similar to what one would expect of Wastelanders, was tremendous. There was a system in place where prisoners would be able to either return to society through earning trust and reputation of the people by completing various tasks and jobs or eventually be sent to the Wastes (which some found a preferable option). Prisoners competed amongst themselves – most for (better) living arrangements, some to get any job, others for what were considered the "best" tasks, some just because they wanted to be left alone and a few because they wanted in on an expedition to the Wastes. It was here that Loria picked up various skills and combat experiences, though she never became a master of any one particular thing (if she wanted to, she would have to return to society and officially start on a Path). Seeing the mission to the Void as the best available option, she volunteered, and due to the reputation (as being mostly reliable) she has earned during her years taking on various tasks as a prisoner, she was accepted. Even though she's quite experienced considering her age, she's ultimately unprepared for what it means to be in the outside world facing its dangers for any long periods of time.

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Even the great wastes, barren and cruel as it is, seemed to understand: for this many mountain hermits to venture through the valley, something truly abnormal was happening. No event in the hermit's history, not any Void Conclave or meeting of hands, led this many hermits to embark on pilgrimage. By all accords, the Fourth Void Conclave shouldn't be unusual - albeit, in all fairness, rare - but this time, more than the hands and the offerings embarked on the journey to the Jul'ritarzi Mountains, the traditional site of the Void Conclaves. This time, the five Lorekeeper Enclaves were summoned to the Conclave; never had the Lorekeeper Enclaves made a journey like this in the history of their path, leading many to wonder and speculate. Had the hands lost their minds, now bearing the prophecies of the keepers alongside the teachings of the minds? Or is something more complicated at work?

The Jul'ritarzi Mountains, of all the mountains of Myar, are the most unique. Some would call them grand: the tallest of the five ranges, going as far as to pierce the clouds; others would call them ominous: Gothic and unforgiving in their steep construction, with steep paths and points sharp enough to stab a man with. For many in the great wastes, it's an ominous warning: that the mountain hermits are cruel people, for only demons would live in a mountain range fit for a hellscape; many of them lack a sense of irony. It was here that all prior Voidsmen were sent out into the abyss, from the rocket ship fired from the Last Path's Reentrant on the east side of the mountain range to the sleeker vehicle more like a house in design, believed to be from the last days before the cataclysm.

From all corners of Myar, envoys for the Fourth Void Conclave have made their way to the Jul'ritarzi Mountains. Near the greatest summit of the mountain, in the ominously undisclosed depths of the Hall of the Void, the Hand and Keepers of the Jul'ritarzi Mountains wait for their distant counterparts to arrive.

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As it is the day (late evening to be exact) before the beginning of the pilgrimage, Loria is still imprisoned in the Keep, waiting for the next dawn – the dawn of the day when she would finally be freed, even if that freedom wouldn't be officially recognized among the Ar'revik until (or as most thought, if) she accomplished the mission to the Void.

However, Loria's thoughts and worries about the situation are interrupted by the woman – 5 years' her senior, as she is reminded constantly – leaning on a wall across from the bunk bed on which the younger is sitting. The older female is a shade paler than Loria, her skin more marred due to her recklessness and penchant for fighting, and – a trait which she is most proud of, even if it's the hardest to discern – is a redhead.

»So, you're finally going out there to die, eh?« Ram asks with feigned resignation and disbelief, her flair for dramatics betrayed by the faint smirk at the corners of her mouth.

»No, I'm finally getting out of here,« Loria answers, truly resigned to her friend's – the closest thing she has to a friend now, anyhow – antics.

A snort from the other side of the room leads Loria to turn her head and look at Ram directly, her reproach obvious. Her cellmate raises her hands in mock surrender, but the spreading of her smile shows she isn't finished yet. "That's what they all say, when they go to the Wastes," the hint of her laughter almost audible now.

"Ram…The Wastes are just another dead-end place for the hopeless, suicidal –" At this point, Loria is interrupted by outright laughter and although irritated slightly, she waits it out.

"Oh, please," Ram says, still recovering from her outburst with gasps of breath "How is the Void any different?"

"It's not here," Loria mutters quietly, a hint of resentment apparent. Louder, she says "Shut up," with finality. Thankfully, she is given her reprieve – her roommate (and Loria shudders at the fact she can now think of this cell as a room) just shrugging "It's your funeral," in response. Loria shakes her head and lies down on her bed in an attempt to sleep. It is a long time in coming.

The next morning, Loria wakes to the distinctive footsteps of the Keeper coming to unlock their cells and herd them to the common rooms with the other prisoners. This time, however, the guard indicates that Loria is to follow him, which she does. She is led to one of the staff rooms, where she is given a medium sized backpack and then, a bit more reluctantly, a belt with a knife and dagger sheeted in it. "We'll still be keeping an eye on you," the Keeper warns her, his tone professional. Loria nods her understanding and takes the items, but hopes the mission as a whole will be given supplies more reliable than that. They were to go to the Void, after all.

Shortly after having to wait a few minutes in tense silence, two Keepers arrive – a male and a female – and escort her outside. Together they go to the entrance and exit of their community where they meet a few Rangers who are to escort them all on the pilgrimage. About half an hour later, the Hand and Keepers arrive. Even as the previous night's cool is beginning to dissipate, the small but important party makes their descent into the much harsher reality of the Wastes.


[System]
Nickname/Alias :
Age : 18
Gender : Female
Sexuality : "What kinda application is this, anyway?"

Personality : She's a carefree girl who enjoys music and friendship. A bit of a drifter, but she'll stick around if there's something to stay for.

Magic Type : Lost Caster
Mage Rank : Mage
Magic : Energy Make
Spells : As a Molding magic, I will instead describe its properties. As the wielder of shaped raw magic power, the properties of the magic she shapes is based on her perception of it. She can make objects only she can touch, or scythe blades that inflict only pain. They retain their shape only as long as she focuses on them.

Biography : Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, including training with her magic (as she quite enjoyed its use and convenience), until one day, she woke to the manor in turmoil. Something was coming. She could detect a mild panic among the manor staff and guard, and their butler soon came to take her to the shelter, with her mother. Safe there, they hid until the danger had certainly passed. They emerged to find... nothing left, and the master nowhere to be found. They were both directed to a friend in the city, a friend of her father's, who would be happy to take care of them. When they met the man, he was of modest means, working in a Mage Guild. Trinity stepped away from the offer, not wanting to add the burden of two mouths to such a man. Instead, she elected to go on a journey as a minstrel, to see the world and write song. She found herself, eventually, in Fiore...

Other: She is not strictly a Caster mage, as she has a number of magic gadgets she can requip, as well. She's a collector, particularly of gemstones. Her most prized possession is an old gnarled tree-staff with a crescent moon of some mysterious metal resting at the top.

[User] Mimi sat in the guild her head down on the bar, fast asleep. Her father felt like having a spontaneous training in the middle of the night. These training sessions to help her get better at fighting had started when her father felt like her injury was healed enough, so a day after everyone returned home. Mimi raised her head up slightly as she woke up from her slumber. She looked around and saw nothing of interest before resting her head on her arms on the bar. She started to drift back into sleep since nothing interesting was happening in the guild and none of her friends were there.

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"Ugh it's so heavy."

A large four legged beast whined a little, a bit bigger then a horse and was a bit lion like, with black scales like a dragons, horns, and was mostly covered in a brown fur with a darker brown long mane. The long tail flicked from side to side. The beast's long flowing whiskers twitched as it walked through the city while being hitched up to a wooden cart, filled with a bunch of bags, like a horse.

Walking through the town to the path that led up the hill to the Fairy Tail Guild. When finally reaching the front of the Guild, the beast have a bright excited smile on his muzzle before transforming into a small orange cat. Easily slipping out of the pulling equipment then transforming again into a human.

The human was a short haired blonde, emerald green eyes, and was currently wearing quite a frilly pink outfit that seemed to be for waitresses at some sort of maid cafe. They had white silken gloves and leggings with and wearing brown heels and white lace around the collar and skirt. A dark green Fairy Tail Guild mark on the left of their exposed neck.

"I am baaaack Fairy Tail!!!" The blonde, named Karn chirped happily.

He had been gone for a bit on a mission, hoping to find Master Rian, but it turned out it was a dead end. And he had somehow ended up like this along the way. Seeing Mimi, the short blonde happily bounded over and hugged her happily. "Hi Dragon girl!" came a excited chirp.

[User] Iggy had gotten to the guild much quicker than Tories might have expected after leaving and just before Karn. He'd noticed Mimi and was creeping closer to surprise her, but Karn beat her to it. He mentally cursed his luck before charging forward. "Welcome home Karn!" He shouted as he shifted his target and moved forward to playfully tackle his blonde friend. He did give him just enough time to transform because the tackle, playful as it was, might hurt. Mimi might enjoy the burst of energy in the guild and that she wasn't the target of Iggy's assault this time around. Man he hadn't seen her since e left the guild that day. He was either healing and training. So he was kind of away from the guild.

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Trinity had spotted the beast while wandering the plains. It was alone and hitched with a cart, which was... strange. She decided to follow it, if only out of curiosity. It was attached to a cart, which meant it was docile... probably. Maybe she could just... hop on that cart and see where it took her.

She'd wake from her nap when the cart was set down with a thunk. "Aaah? And where is this?" She speaks and sits up from the pile of stuff, looking around. She calls her harp to her hand and plucks a few notes as she rouses. She ends up falling into this.

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The doors to the Fairy Tail guild flew open with fearsome force, arcs of electricity trailing behind the wooden panes as the doors slammed into their hinges with a loud thump that reverberated around the guild hall. The doors were unmarked, having been strengthened against Lightning Magic after the repair bill made it a necessity. Luka Magnolia's silhouette filled the open doorway, her clothes whipping about her in the shock wave she had just caused. And she was angry.

Several guild wizards turned to face her, many more knew better, one even accidentally made eye contact with her. Luka herself was not such an imposing figure, standing at only 5ft8 and with a slender figure hidden beneath layers of loose white cloth. It was the lightning that did it. Even now the staff on her back, its tip angled slightly to the left and pointing up at the sky crackled with electrical energy as arcs of lightning discharged into the air around it, causing it to crackle and shimmer as light from outside streamed past it. Her eyes scanned the room as if trying to find someone. She did not find them. Somewhere several miles away a man shuddered, not knowing his good fortune.

Her anger relented pretty quickly and she let out a dejected sigh before rather lazily ambling toward her favourite chair with all of the enthusiasm that she could muster, which right now was none existent. Her chair was empty, it always was. It was best that way. Just before she reached it she collapsed forward as if suddenly struck dead. And she just lay there groaning. In less then a minute she had gone through anger, dejection and finally apathy and now just lay there looking exhausted, black bags under her eyes.

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Mimi looke.d up and smiled slightly when Karn walked over to her. "Oh hey Kar-" she began before getting cut off by Iggy yelling then pouncing on poor Karn. "Baka." Mimi said rolling her eyes at Iggy. She hadn't seen him since the day they got back and she was now slightly annoyed with her friend.

They had both grown up together in this guild since they were on diapers so he was her best friend and not talking to him for so long got on her nerves some times especially when she needed to talk to him about the key around her neck.

Mimi saw Luka enter the guild and she watched everything happen. "Oi, Luka. Welcome back and how are you doing?" She asked the girl from across the room. Luka was another one of her friends and she knew about her mood swings but she was used to it. She knew better then to bother her too much at times, like now

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Luka moved her eyes toward Mimi's direction but made no actually attempt to move the rest of herself. By now the majority of her rage had been spent, her magic returning to its normal ground state as her dejected mood took full sway. The lightning arcs still sputtering half heartedly for the tip of her staff had turned a pale yellow colour from the iridescent white that they had been only moments before. This indicated to all that her magic had reverted to its ground state. Less power with more control. It also meant that whatever her mood was it was no longer of the violent nature. For the moment.

"Oh, just, wonderful," each word was said with slow, deliberate care that suggested anything but. "Another well paying job completed successfully." Luka made no attempt to stand, or even move. The sparks from her staff had completely sputtered out. A darker mood overtook her. "Yeah, well paying, easy money, nothing at all weird about it at all," she said in a flat monotone.

"Nothing weird, weird, weird," Luka trailed off with each repetition of the word as if falling into a sombre trance.

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"That Bastard! I'll kill him!" Luka roared to life, suddenly on her feet and full of energy. "Trick me will he? An easy job?! Do it himself would he? I'll break his scrawny little neck! Who the hell sends a comrade on a mission like that without telling her ALL of the details first!?" And just like that she snapped back and fell back into her chair and slumped backwards, a look of tired exasperation crossing her face as she rubbed the side of her face. Once again the bags under her eyes were in evidence and she had taken on a pale, doom ridden expression."I'm so doomed."

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Torie, apparently late to the party, simply walked into the guild hall like a normal person, just in time to see Luka collapse back into her chair. Looking from her to Karn, he rubbed the side of his helmet with an index finger, while he tried to remember if he was just forgetting who they were, or if they were away when he'd joined and he'd never seen them ever. Probably the latter. Didn't matter that much to him anyways, he'd only really personally had any kind of talk with Iggy and Blaze.

Figuring that it didn't matter anymore to wear his helmet, (Nobody was ever impressed when he walked in anyways) he simply tossed it behind him into a small green magic circle, the helmet dissipated instantly, his red hair springing to its normal helmet-haired messiness. "...Well...Uh...today looks like it's gonna be fun." is all he says before making his own seat, green transparent panels forming a polygonal chair for him at a table. "Wonder what job Iggy was talking about anyways..." he muttered to himself as he rested his chin on the palm of his left hand.

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Perking a little as he heard the greeting from a certain dragon boy, the blonde boy managed to see a charging Iggy. Which initiated both excitement, happiness, and panick. Karn, in comparison to Iggy, was much more fragile in his human form. Iggy could probably break a few bones with a simple hug. But, Karn always liked hugs from his friends, so quickly the blonde's body transformed into his Chimera. The beast able to take quite a lot, even said to get back up from a dragon's attack.

So as he was tackle hugged, he laughed and wagged the long tail happily.

"Hey Dragon boy! Missed you!" Karn chirped happily, chuckling at Mimi called her longtime friend a Baka before addressing Luka.

"Hi Lightning!" he chirped, seeming not to notice her maybe bad mood as she started yelling before looking to another guy who came in.

"Hello!" Karn cheered, feeling to need to say just about hello to everyone he sees. It's been a long time since he had been home after all.

Ears perking as he heard some noise outside, Karn simply happily called out. "Hi person who decided to ride with me!" he laughed before he playfully put a large paw ontop of the fellow blonde boy's head and ruffled the short hair.

"Hope you guys have been alright while I've been gone!"

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Iggy laughed. The chimera form. Always the chimera form. Having been mid air he'd not really reacted to everything. Karn knew just which form to use to take the pain. Although that pain wasn't really going to be pain now. Soon he got up after a good squeeze. "Glad you're back." He laughed as he held out a hand to help Karn up after he transformed back.

"Hey Mimi! Who's Luka trying to kill today?!" He barked with a laugh as he turned his head to give some form of input into the other conversation. Obviously Mimi's annoyance with him had been a little over looked. He was a bit oblivious to it at the moment. Then, he noticed Torie and motioned for him to come over. He probably didn't know these people. So he was a bit out of the loop. Karn called out to so many people. And Iggy had just realized that there was music in the air. "Wait... Karn... You let someone in your cart?! What if they aren't a good person?!" He said quickly pulling his hand away to face the cart. He was a bit more fierce and protective as he stared down the cart, in the guild hall. He was actually surprised, but neither he or Mimi had caught the new scent. Maybe because of all the interference in the guild and constant new members trying to join nowadays.

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Aah? It seems she was being addressed. That must be her cue. With a kick and a roll, Trinity flips herself out of the cart, off her back and onto her feet, her harp in hand. "Aah, hello to you, too, my large, beastly friend. And you can talk?" She approaches the large chimera, studying him for a moment before she smiles softly. "Aah, but you must be a wizard? Hmmm, does that mean you've brought me to a guild? Fascinating... we're still in Fiore, I assume? It feels to be the same day... Ah, and you have friends. Of course, this must be your guild."

The minstrel had turned to the other wizard, the one that had been on guard toward her. "Good day, how do you do? Shall I play a tune for you? What kind would you like?" She plays a flourish on her harp, smiling unaffected by the tension put off by the other. She leans into Karn, getting closer to his relaxed presence.


[System]
Age:14

Element:Aetherial

Appearance:
She is 4' 9". 80 lbs.

Personality: Amelia is straightforward and bluntly honest. She doesn't sugarcoat the truth. She will lie by omission, and considers it to be a fair middle ground between lying and telling the truth. Amelia loves anything technological and has been known to hack into phones and then get back out, just for the fun of it. She's rather insecure about herself and her abilities, and expresses it through sarcasm. She makes wry comments a lot, but stops when she hits something too personal. Amelia holds herself to overly high standards, and could lighten up on it a bit. She wears jackets a lot, mostly because she gets very cold very quickly. She loves reading steampunk novels. Her favorite movie is The Princess Bride

History: Amelia was born on July 12, 2003 in Brasov, Romania. She moved to England with her family when she was three, and then moved to the United States when she was five. Amelia's family lives in Williamsburg, Virginia. She went to a private school until she turned 14, and was sent to the Academy. Neither of her parents are elementalists, but her oldest brother is. They sent her to the Academy because they heard it was a safe place for kids like her, and also because her older brother went there. Her father is a Marine. Her oldest brother is in college, and her mother works in a coffee shop. Her older twin brother (by 2 minutes and 45 seconds) is overprotective of her and loves her to death. He is, however, a non-elementalist. Her earliest memory is of running through a field, holding her father's hand, and dancing in the rain that was falling on the ground. When she grows up, Amelia wants to be a writer or an architect. On rainy days, Amelia and her twin brother will stay inside and read Highfell Grimoires, which has aether in it, and will read and reread the book until the rain stops. She now lives at the Academy.

Equipment: N/A

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Here it comes.

Bracing himself with a deep breathe, the burning in his chest spread across his body. It was a neat trick he had learned by necessity to keep from being literally frozen over by Dia whenever he played the flirty game too well, to which she always seemed to respond in a similar fashion. An adorable little yelp of surprise and..

Like clockwork, the air got stiflingly cold until the lightbulb simply popped with a flash.

Rolling off the bed and onto his feet he smiled down at her.

"My mistake. They've got a mind of their own! Can't resist your soft skin."

Felix stuck a hand out to help her up while grinning. Taking the hand would invite the usual mischief, of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't genuinely trying to help her up too. Just that there was an added benefit of getting to hold her close for a bit longer before it happened.

... Morning classes.

"Come on up then. You can have a shower first while I make breakfast. Pancakes sound good?"

With his father being a chef he had taught Felix enough about cooking that he wasn't stuck with half-assed cereal most mornings. One of the few good memories of that man these days.

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Icarus crept up the stairs quietly as could be while his target lounged peacefully on the ledge of a top floor windowsill. Normally his job was just to keep some of the bigger problems on the very outskirts of the city, and the problems at the top of the mountain from reaching the bottom of the mountain, but work was slow so it was just minor pest removal today. Truth be told 'pest' was a strong word it was just that the school didn't want the local cats and dogs wandering into sensitive areas or where students were learning; accidents happened.

The target right now was a short haired orange tabby having a snooze in the sunlight on the very top floor of the academy. Icarus was to grab it, take it down to the city proper, and return it to its owner. Assuming it had tags of some kind.
If not it was going back to his own home where it would mingle with the other 20 or so strays without a home. The property was vast and secluded with many adopting as they pleased so one more wasn't much of a problem.

"Easy now.." Another creeping step forward. "Not gonna harm you.." A few more steps.. "Just need to take you h-"

"SHIT!"

The cat reared up at the sudden sound and hissed, irritated by the sudden noise and sprang at the nearest individual. Unfortunately that was Mr.Flynn. Hissing and scratching in a flurry of angry fur it scurried off down the stairs, slipping through Jeremy's legs and down the staircase. Likely right out through the front doors..

Drawing in his own sharp intake of breathe he looked at his wrist and noted several small cuts starting to bleed. Not in any way a serious wound by any stretch but still.. tedious.

"Kids.."

Chuckling to himself, Icarus rubbed his wrist and started down the steps to the source of the noise. The source was a white haired boy climbing the steps with gusto, apparently quite the athlete to not be winded this high up.

"Oi, oi, oi! Slow it down here Champ. Rate you're goin' you'll hit the top floor and fling yourself right off the railing before you can stop! Wheres the fire?

[Assistant]
Freya
w/ @Pseudo Stygian :D

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Freya never felt so free in her life, except for that one time she got lost in Disneyland during a vacation with her family. She was found later in the afternoon, smiling like a maniac with wild eyes and body shaking from sugar and adrenaline as she went back in line to ride Space Mountain for the fifth time.

Eventually, she stopped shaking her little and non-existent booty and shut down her sparks as she sat down at the bench she saw earlier. She took off her earphones and looked up at the sky, catching her breathe but the smile on her face still remained. She listened to the next song on her playlist: "Primadonna" by Marina and the Diamonds, a bit understated but still a classic.

She was about to sing along with the artist until she saw a girl with short hair and blue eyes looking at her. She seems to be holding a recorder flute with her. Ooooh, another musician! How awesome!, Freya thought. She stood up and skipped towards the girl looking at her. Honestly, nobody knows where Freya gets her energy from.

Freya stopped in front of the girl with a jump and stretched her hand out to her to shake hands. "Hey girl! My name's Freya A-", she stopped herself. She's not sure if the nice girl knows her nor does she show any indication that she recognizes her as the daughter of the Sandra Amillis. She also doesn't know if this girl knows either her mom and her dad; despite their fame and success, it's still possible for someone to not know them especially if that someone is not into music or is just into a different genre. She then took the opportunity of making friends with a total stranger without informing them of her surname. It's not that she hates her surname, but this is a chance for her to make a mark on her own without the influence of her parents!

She coughed a bit and continued. "And I'm really excited to start the new school year with my new classmates! What's your name, by the way?", she said with a serene smile on her face.

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Bhu Adamina

Her attention was pulled away from Eirwen by arms quickly wrapping around her torso. Raising a brow, she looked down to see Zeke attached to those arms. She gave a small grin and returned the sentiment before he pulled away from her. Then came the nickname. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked over at the boy and gave him a small grin. She wasn't too fond of the name, though it did work for her. Bhu knew it was a play on her name, but she was definitely a bookworm...So, she didn't mind the name in all it's entirety. Besides, the boy was innocent and as pure as the light he created. She loved being around his energy.

"Help?" What exactly did he need help with? The girl was confused until Zeke moved to stand behind his friend. He was definitely nervous about something. With a tilt of her head, she glanced at Leanne and Eirwen with a crooked grin. Before she could explain, Leanne knealt down and introduced herself. Bhu grinned at the girl's attempt to make Zeke comfortable. Said a lot about her character. With a clearing of her throat, she gave a small nod. "Zeke just has a different way of seeing the world, don't you?" She grinned at the boy and shrugged. "While everyone else sees in black and white, he sees color."

Turning her attention back to Leanne and Eirwen, she raised a brow at the interaction between the two. The two had a more deep connection than Bhu currently had with anyone at the school- it was something the girl was a tad bit jealous of. Running her hand through her hair, she gave a grin to Eirwen and shook her head. "Getting carried now, Wen? I swear, how you don't gain any weight is a godsend. I have to work out just by looking at a bag of chips."

@Crusader Lord@Regitnui

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Dia

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Dia smiled, looking at the glass scattered around the room, as she accepted the hand and the hijinks that entailed.

"Pancakes sound better than whatever I would ruin," she replied with a giggle. "Felix, I..." she shook her head lightly, embarrassed, slipping out of his grasp and grabbing her clothes for her shower.

She stopped at the door, looking back at Felix for a moment.

"I love you," she said quietly for the first time before ducking into the bathroom and starting her shower.

She let herself relax in the shower, that pit of anxiety uncoiling slightly as she felt the water around her. With a wave of her hand through her hair, an idea came to her. Maybe she'd be able to convince Kano or someone to create an ice fixture for their light? Then she wouldn't be breaking it constantly.

Mhmm. Something to remember.

She turned off the water, taking her time to dry off. She got dressed, taking extra time on her hair, before she came back out, feeling nervous.

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~Eirwen~
@Crusader Lord@Sailorsadie@Stern Algorithm

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...This 'Zeke' was so troublesome. Such a terrible personality. Coward, shy, and couldn't handle people. The worst sort in her opinion. Oh well, better than being over ambitious she supposed. Well, whatever. It wasn't her problem but she wasn't going to be wasting her energy on someone who could barely hold a conversation without getting a panic attack. Asking someone for their name shouldn't be such a frightening matter. Zeke and the others introduced themselves, Eirwen simply stared passively in her usual manner until Leanne addressed her again.

"Rude." Eirwen replied with a small pout as Leanne commented on her eating habits. Well, she wasn't wrong, but she was at least going to lightly voice her displeasure as Bhu commented on her weight, or at least her lack of ability to gain any. She simply shrugged dismissively before climbing on top of Leanne, giving Bhu a smug seeming smirk as she patted Leanne on the head almost as if saying 'I am fabulous'. "Fiiine. Too class then." She yawned, wrapping her arms around Leanne's neck, and resting her head against hers.

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@Rune_Alchemist@Crusader Lord@Regitnui

"P-puddle?" ShiZhen asked, taken aback by Zeke's sudden hug. Looking around, she could only assume he had meant Eirwen, who happened to be laying on the ground. She let herself wander closer to the group, but she gave Zeke a reminder, "Remember, Zeke, we should use people's proper names. We can only call someone by a nickname if they're okay with it." ShiZhen had no issue with being called 'Braids' by Zeke, but she said this as he referred to Bhu as 'Bookie'. Looking at the group, she remembered their names, though she was really only at cordial-level with them. She recgnized Leanne as the 'dark' elemental, though coming from a non-elemental background, ShiZhen didn't understand why a good number of other students avoided her, but at least Leanne seemed to have hit it off with Eirwen at least, though ShiZhen hoped that it wasn't a case of the smaller girl taking advantage of Leanne's solitude.

Having been an older sister to several younger siblings, ShiZhen naturally gravitated towards the hapless Zeke. Though they were the same age, many of his mannerisms made him seem like a younger child, causing ShiZhen's big sister persona to kick in. jhowever, while she was thinking this, Bhu gave Leanne and Eirwen a simple enough response.

"Y-yes, that's right, Zeke also has a tendency to get fixated on things he finds pretty, and in his attempt to either recreate it with his light-painting abilities, or to simply capture it on camera, he tends zone out everything around him. So please forgive him if he's caused offense," ShiZhen bowed slightly in the general direction of Leanne and Eirwen, unsure who had been offended or how.

[User] Amelia nodded slowly, delighted at the child's game, although not entirely sure how she would manage it. Just as Jideh began to sit back, she felt her powers whoosh back into her. "Sure," Amelia said as he explained the rules and goal and stakes. She evaporated the water in one glass, formed a cloud over the other, and rained it back into the other glass. "That showy enough for you?" She sat back in her chair, her powers once again drained. When food showed up at their table, she dove in like a rabid wolf, devouring everything that was hers, and skirting around Jideh's food. She wondered how, exactly, he would manage it.


[System]
Appearance: Physical and Costumed Appearance

Regular Appearance (clothing-wise)
Standing at a small 5 feet, Breeze is normally mistaken for a child, weight fluctuating depending on her Quirk. Messy green hair is barely held back back a ribbon and some pins, while similar colored eyes are almost always downcast. Body tends to be mostly covered.
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Hero/Villain Name: Arsenal
Quirk Name: Living Armory
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Breeze's Quirk, Living Armory, gives Breeze the ability to store objects of any shape or kind inside of her body, so long as they aren't bigger than her body. For example, if she were to store a knife, she'd push the weapon into her forearm and allow it to sink into her body. Once she's done so, a tattoo of said item will appear where she placed it, in this case her forearm. She can store as many things as she wants inside of her so long as there's space on her skin; no overlapping of tattoos. The weight of each object Breeze puts inside of her is the same, so the more stuff she has in her, the heavier she gets. The properties of said items are still there, so things like metal detectors will go off on her tattoos. And if a tattoo were to get cut or anything of the sort, said item will morph into her skin, causing excruciating pain and maybe even deadly consequences depending on the item and where it's located.

Inventory & Possessions: Breeze tries not to use her Quirk unless she really needs to use it, so she often carries around a little messenger bag which carries her phone, a roll of gauze, a few pieces of peppermint candy, and a blanket she can cover herself with in case she needs to hide her tattoos. She also has spare pins for her hair on her person at all times.

Sample Post:
"No, you were a beat off. Do it again." The much larger man frowned as he watched his daughter slump to the ground, wooden knife clattered on the dull mat underneath her. Sweat rolled down the black lines etched into Breeze's skin, the girl simply trying to catch her breath. She wasn't sure how long she'd been at it, but judging by how red and slightly bruised her hand was, it'd been hours. He'd probably force her to do a few more drills with all this stuff inside of her before giving up on her for the night, going to bed, and leaving her own mind to torment her actions; it was always like that. But today felt like it'd be different, in the worst way possible.

"Hey, are you even listening to me? I let you have a little break and you can't even listen?" Breeze looked up from where she sat on her knees, staring up at her father with a distant fear. The type of fear she could never escape. "You'll be attending U.J. tomorrow. I expect you to be nothing but on your best behavior. I expect being no less than the top three in your class."

"B-But Father, I only ju--" Before she had the chance to finish, a wooden sword came down on her, Breeze having no choice but to react like she was taught. Breeze flattened to the ground, hair flopping around in the process, as she reach for her fallen knife and countered, using the momentum of her parry to pull herself into a standing position. "Wh-What if they're s-scary?"

"You worry about such pointless things. I've said my expectations, and you know what'll happen if you don't do as I say." Lowering the sword after successfully being stopped, the green haired man sighed, shaking his head. "The things I'd do to have a Quirk like yours. And you can't even do this one thing for me?" Aiming directly at Breeze, the man chuckled the wooden blade at her, said girl deflect with ease despite her eyes staring directly at the floor. She waited in bated breathe for he father to leave, and once he did, the girl slumped back down to the matted floor, tears already down her face.

Why couldn't she do anything right? It wasn't like she wanted to go this school anyways. If anything, she'd rather stay home and avoid people who were clearly better than her. She already had enough people she was often compared to as is...
"Wh-Why can't I d-do anything right..." She hissed as she hid her tattoo infested face into her hands.

Appearance:

[User]
Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Gabby felt a bead of sweat grace her brow as she looked upon the surprised expression her performance had placed upon Momo's face. And it wasn't the good kind of sweat borne of exertion. But in a flash, Momo's smile returned, seemingly brighter even than before, and Gabby was immediately infected by it. The tension eased out of her face, allowing her nervous smile to become a genuine grin as Momo bragged to her friends about how good of an impression she'd made, referring to her as "cool". An honor Gabby recalled having dreamed of for many nights in her younger days, before she found comfort with her own image in her later years of high school. Still, even if she didn't yearn for it now as much as then, that didn't stop it from being a nice moment all the same.

Gabby allowed the rest of her body to relax afterward as the darker haired one began speaking again. Gabby half-paid attention, having already decided she had little to gain by giving that girl her attention. Something about a team-on-team training exercise. Gabby pursed her lips, kind of liking the idea, but wishing it came from someone she actually cared to give credit to for the idea. Luckily for her, someone much more appealing entered the room, signalled by his loud voice booming throughout the gymnasium. Ah, Maple King! She'd never admit it to Mr. Hayes, but Gabriella had actually been hoping to end up in Maple King's homeroom back during the application process, when she learned he was a teacher at UJ Academy. He was like the Canadian version of her grandpas, how could she not?!

That being the case, her grin remained stuck to her face even as he chided them for picking fights on school grounds. She knew that wasn't what had been happening anyway so it didn't worry her any. Her face beamed still as Momo referred to her as a friend and tried to wrap her arm around Gabriella's wide midsection, putting her arm on the smaller girl's opposite shoulder and pulling Momo against her abs. Maple King didn't look convinced, which hurt a little, but she put her trust in Momo's word.

As Kerianne answered Maple King's question on the team practice session, Gabby nodded along in agreement. Kerianne then suggested forming their teams. Gabriella's face was split by a grin once more. "Gabby calls Momo for her team!" she announced, raising her hand for the added attention. She then looked around at the other students, her smile turning sheepish as she realized that maybe they might have wanted to split the teams up based on class, or that Momo might rather be on a team with her own friends. "...Assuming that it is not too bold of me to do so..."

[Assistant]
"We're just going to talk to some people. I don't suspect they'll do anything too funny as long as we're on our best behavior. Of course I can't say the same for any unwanted company that might show up." As Damian was packing his things up another girl chimed in. He knew she was here, but he didn't think she was eaves dropping on them. Judith Astera. Damian didn't know much about her aside that her quirk had something to do with spiders? They don't really speak too much and he was hesitant to let a total stranger join them. Then again more hands made lighter work and frankly, Damian didn't entirely trust Eira by himself. Not to say she's treacherous or anything, but simply that if things do go badly he wasn't sure how well Eira would be able to handle the situation. Considering her overall performance last Friday, Damian had an idea of what she is and isn't capable of.

"I'm not against it if Eira isn't. Anyways meet me at the parking lot, look for the Black Audi. We don't need to go in costume but be ready for anything. We might need to use our quirks if things go bad, and things can always go bad."

Waving goodbye to the two girls Damian headed straight to the parking lot. Most of his hero gear was stored in his car anyways though he also had a copy of the stuff at school too. More importantly was his car: A jet black Audi R8 that his dad spent a good part of his recently life assembling with Damian. It's based off a super old video game that his dad loved to play as a kid and he really liked the signature car in it. Damian himself always wanted to drive it around himself and he had to beg his father for three years after he turned fourteen to be allowed to drive it, even when they were under witness protection. Damian had to do well in school, pass his driver's tests, and earn at least $5000 dollars via chores and part-time jobs in order to prove to his dad that he'd be responsible for his car and anything that happens to it. It wasn't easy and Damian did have to negotiate with his dad to get rid of the $5000 condition, but he managed to earn enough to prove to his dad that Damian had the drive. And now he had a sweet ride.

Putting his school bag into the trunk Damian put the key into ignition and drove around to the pick up lane. He'd wait for the other two girls for a while as he pulled up his phone and made a few calls. "Limehouse? Hey. I'm going to pick up some egg drop soup, you want anything? Wantons huh? Aight. Just hurry up before they get cold." Hanging up Damian started calling more people, about all of them usually asking about what sort of food he's going to get and what they wanted him to get. By the time the girls would finally show up Damian had written down various orders and restaurants he needed to go to.

@OwO

[User]
Dean turned as the voice came suddenly behind him. Well, looks like his question had been immediately answered. An amusingly convenient time of entry for this new villain. He watched intently as she moved forward in a way that seemed physically impossible. He was already making guesses about her quirk as she got closer - levitation, maybe? No, that didn't seem right. He felt an ever-so-slight tug on the back of his chair, barely noticeable unless you were thinking hard, which gave him a clear clue. Even if he couldn't see it, something was pulling this new arrival along the ground. This was confirmed as the woman would almost be lifted.

The new arrival, now identifying herself as Marionetta, now posed a question to the villains that were there - could they guess her quirk. Dean leaned forward to speak. "If I were to hazard a guess... you can extend things from your body which enable you to be pulled along. But I'm not able to guess any specifics of how exactly that mechanism works.". There wasn't any way his quirk could be easily guessed - probably. Although they could guess that it was perhaps bird-themed.

A new arrival joined the group shortly after that. This one was much less composed than the last one, and Dean did not have as much respect for him due to that. But any villain was needed, he'd have to put aside his strict ideas purely so what must be done can be done. That looked to be everyone else who would be arriving. Two new recruits was still very useful.

This time they had a new leader, as Noxious would not be joining them. It was a shame, Noxious was a good leaded and an adept fighter. Anarchy Red was an unusual choice. If she could get past the obsession with snark and focus on the mission at hand, then Dean supposed that she could effectively lead this mission. But Dean did think he would be a much better candidate for leading the group than Quinn. Oh well, in due time perhaps.

Quinn explained the plan. Well, no she didn't. She just described the nature and route of the convoy. Hopefully they wouldn't run into any more annoying schoolchildren, unless there happened to be an absurd school trip to a prison convoy. Their roles would be explained in the helicopter. He would prefer to be given them now, but he supposed it made for conversation in the helicopter.

But now he was asked a question. How attached was he to his birds. A simple question with a simple answer.

"My personal collection? A great deal. The ones I take spontaneously from the wild, not very much at all."

[Assistant]
Breeze Porfirio || Arsenal
everyone in the gym

This Erika girl didn't seem to be the nicest apple out of the bunch for sure. It was one thing to act ignorant about a situation she had no business of butting her horns into, but she essentially called them all fodder compared to the three of them. Breeze wasn't the type to ever get angry at something like this, but hearing the confidence drip out of the dark girl's mouth was definitely annoying. Breeze was sick and tired of the comments that just so happened to jab at her already receding self-esteem, but before she nor anyone had a chance to shut the other girl up, a newcomer joined the steady growing group, earning a yet another squeak from the green haired girl, eyes wide and watery at the sight of one of the other homeroom teachers Maple King. Despite how use Breeze should be to seeing Mutant Quirks and the like, it still managed to bring a reaction out of the girl whenever she did see them. She could only hope the other wasn't offended by it...

The teacher seemed to be up to overseeing their sparring which was good, Breeze nodding slowly to herself in agreement to Kerianne's previous warning on the sparring session. A thought crossed the green girl's mind to take this more seriously and take out the weighted blocks coating her pale skin, but she eventually opted against it since it would make the experience all the more real; plus, none of them should have anything sharp on them so she should be fine, right?

Knowing, but ultimately dreading that they'd have to split into teams, Breeze remained mostly quiet, an earnest whimper rumbling in her throat. Hearing Gabby desire to team up with Momo made the girl think she should try and pair up with one of the other class students. But Erika was scary and she didn't know anything about the blonde one. She was going to ask either Yi or Kerianne, but there was probably the chance they would want to spar with new people. So...Breeze was in a predicament.

"..." Downcast green eyes fell to her feet as she waited to see what the others wanted to do before voicing her thoughts.


[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.

[User]
Even in this situation, the Knight Slayer grinned. It was a vicious, animalistic grin, filled with cold joy at the prospect of death and pain.

His enormous sword flashed, clashing against the undead knight's. With inhuman-seeming strength, he pushed the attack off-course, and whirled to deflect the blow from Garret with speed that would have seemed quite unlikely for someone with one useless arm and such a massive sword. His feet shifted, and suddenly he was further back, the massive blade raised and his eyes wild, almost sharpened teeth visible in a widening grin.

"You think you can win!?" he snarled. Even though the odds, of course, seemed to favor the knights, Jeremiah seemed to believe otherwise. How could one injured man believe that he held the advantage? "Years and years of my life have been spent spilling blood time and time again! My whole life is a song of violence! Never has a day passed where I did not kill a man! Can you say the same, knights?! Can you tell me you have done the same?!"

His enormous blade glistened with the blood of the man he had cut in half not long before he engaged in battle with Fanilly, as Jeremiah raised it towards his opponents.

"Your order will die here, by my hand! Today you-"

There are some things that no-one can expect. As wild and manic as he was, Jeremiah was focused on his opponents. He had not seen a spell cast beyond the now-frozen log. For all his experience in the act of killing, his bloody-minded rage intermixed with glee had kept him from perceiving this more distant threat. At least, until this moment.

The golden bolt of lightning tore towards him, faster then he realized. Jeremiah's eyes widened in shock, and he had no time to react. No time to dodge.

There was a crack like thunder as it hit him. The bolt exploded through his body, crackling as it burned a hole clear through him, a wide, smoking cavity that exited out his back, showing nothing but blackened, unrecognizable matter around the edges. The bolt hit the ground with another thunderclap, tossing up dirt and debris behind him.

Jeremiah took a step back.

"... Kuh... you... damn you..."

He let out a wheeze, falling to his knees.

"I... always hated... magic..."

He fell, face down into the dirt, his enormous blade clattering against the ground.

Knight's Doom Jeremiah, the Three Hundred Man-Slayer, was dead.

[Assistant]
Tiral stared at Marianne with an incredulous look as she asked for his aid. His hands were already sort of tied right now, given how he was not exactly in a position to cast much anything else unless he wanted to risk going unconscious in the middle of the battlefield. At the same time, though, with his goal having already been achieved by now and the bandits mostly routed, the mage responded with a nod and a somewhat-strained smile as he drew his dagger from its icy sheath.

"I shall... Do my best."

What he was not expecting, though, was the spear of lightning that his fellow knight had formed right in front of him. The heat was astounding, melting the ice near where she had anchored herself nearby. How she could stand retaining such a spell... Well, given how Tiral hadn't ventured out further past his current repertoire, maybe it would be in his best interests to learn what caused this phenomenon. Later, though. That would have to come later.

The fight against the Captain's enemy was over in an instant; once the spear of lightning had launched, it was as if it became an unstoppable force, easily plowing through the man's chest and leaving nothing but a burnt hole in its wake. Tiral winced at the sight; how brutal. Unforgiving.

But somehow satisfying to see.

"Well. That was... A spectacle. Could do with some more speed in the incantation, though..." Tiral mused to himself as he extended a hand to help Marianne down from the log. There seemed to be a bit of electricity floating around her in terms of spark, but surely that was just a trick of the light, right?

[User]
Sult bit her lip, as she watched the effect of her little trick miss her mark, but not entirely. It was all a moot point, though, as both the undead and Sir Garret restarted the assault with renewed strength, as if two wild beasts smelling the blood from a wounded prey. She snapped her head at her surroundings, noticing a cold draft enveloping the trunk.

Wow, certain ice jerk is really useful to come around. She pondered, wondering briefly how many people she would have to offer displays of gratitude today. Better make a list or something. It was then when a second sensation crept up in the back of her neck, as she stiffed slightly and huddled against Fanilly, shielding her captain once more with her body. Her eyes peeked at the figure of Marianne, reading something that seemed more overcompensation than any spell proper.

Well, looks like you're done for. I love when I don't have much to do! She thought, but for a second she shielded Fanilly's view from the gory explosion. She was a captain, but that wasn't something kids should see. Heck, not even adults should see that.

"Woah, Sparky. That um...was impressive. It almost makes me feel like stealing a kiss from your maiden's lips!" Sult publically anounced, while crouching down and quickly reaching the ear of her captain.

"Well, captain, we somehow got through. We need to regroup and report. And there is that piece of museum who will keep judging you, so do your best gameface and give them praise, asking for a report aswell. Hang in there, okay?" She whispered, probably crossing several lines while doing so. It didn't matter. She was the dead last of three girls and four boys, and never had a little sister to counsel. "We'll talk later." She said, before unfolding and releasing the captain from her protection, her face quickly assembling in her slightly smiling of a visage.

"That was a BIIIG rat." Sult whistled to everyone, looking at the corpse. "Oh, but sir Garret, you're wounded. Stupid rats and their fangs, yes? But you're kind of a good sport...so maybe Sult has a freebie for you."

The knight damsel advanced upon the barbarian, and winking slightly, she recited.

"O Lady of the Sun. Bathe thine children in thy divine light, and banish the decay upon this body." Her hand started to glow in a warm gold, and the wounds began to close in the sculpted physique of the barbarian. Although it seemed somehow that her hand lingered far too long in some parts, aswell.

She then flicked her hair, proud of her handiwork. "I normally hate showing off my priestess training, so consider yourself fortunate."

[Assistant]
That was disappointing. There was no other way to put the way that bout had ended, though with the number of people involved it was inevitable that he would have been brought down so easily. The battlefield never allows for a fight to be savoured. To be sent to hunt something down alone once again...

The church seemed to feel no need to call on Tyaethe for any other obligations and so she shoved it to the back of her mind, taking stock of the battle winding down. Someone had put the tree out, interestingly, which meant they might have proper magical support in the future rather than these tricks. To make sure any bandits still fighting on the other side of the trunk realised how little chance they had, the undead knelt and grasped the knight slayer's body, hefting it before shunting it to the other side of the tree. They could pick it up in a few minutes if Fanilly wanted to take proof.

One of the newcomers seemed to have shielded the captain from the view. A strange choice but, with the number of people cut in two today, probably not an unwelcome one. Tyaethe continued to emulate a statue and watched her for some reason come over. The grey-armoured knight twitched at the unnecessary battlefield flirting... but the healing was interesting. Priestess training? Maybe the order wasn't entirely devoid of the faithful after all.

Now that things were finished, however...

"Captain, I would prefer it if you did not send me to a separate flank in future. Had this bandit been armoured..."