[System]
Appearance:

Symbol:
Age: 18

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 Ibs

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past.

Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise.

Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels.

Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost.

Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside.

Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone.

For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie.

Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy.

Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

Based off of: Robin Hood

Color: Rosso Corsa

[User]
Delta Snow - The Familiar's Ramblings

Delta had been passing the time by coiling the hair that usually hung over the bridge of his nose around his finger. His gaze drifted over in the direction of his familiar sending volleys of queries at his newly acquainted comrades. It was fun to see his companion in such a jollity state, even refreshing, almost. The sight could almost put a smile on his face, if his facial muscles actually had prior usage. But the chatterbox of a familiar also fulfilled a secondary purpose in this scenario. Eve's intention was to get to know its comrades, but it also gave leeway for Delta to indirectly study his teammates. The leader, Robert, actually took the time to answer every individual question haphazardly flung at him, while the other simply gave a short response listing the necessities. Succinct, straightforward, and with minimum time spent. It was easy to see which of the two had the more disciplined pedigree.

But on the other hand, albeit Robert seemed to be a bit sheepish, he appeared to be the kind of guy to put in immeasurable bouts of time and effort into anything without the slightest of obligation, no matter how daunting the task may be. Delta could tell why he was appointed as the leader of his previous team. The boy couldn't help but to wonder what exactly happened to them, considering what time of the year it already was, he should already have three more members backing him up at this juncture. He wouldn't pry. Not yet at least.

Eve hung onto every word, watching as the syllables gravitated themselves from their points of origination and glided into the semblance's ears. It was then that Eve realized it had forgotten to introduce itself, pouting for a moment at its own brashness. "Sorry, I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, I forgot to introduce myself." The familiar rubbed the back of its head with a stubby appendage and lightly chuckled at itself, "My name is Eve, I'm Delta's semblance! I don't have an exact gender, so feel free to designate me by my name. I materialized as soon as Delta was able to manifest his abilities, which means I'm basically connected to his lifeforce."

The familiar glanced back at the aforementioned boy, who was aimlessly staring off towards the door. A sigh escaped its miniscule mouth before continuing on with the conversation, "Oooooh, pizza?! Wonder if it can challenge sergeant Ken's homemade pie. Glad to hear that the academy has a wide diversity of sustenance." Eve was glad that the chefs here weren't as narrow-minded as those back at their old base. They were probably friendlier as well. Eve tilted its head when Robert asked to clarify about what it exactly wanted to know. An arm pressed itself against its chin as it thought over the next question. "I guess… What's your best feature?" Eve could already tell that Grane would resonate well with Delta. Quiet people always seemed to have another form of communication, one which transcended words. While all of this was happening, the student was wondering when they would go on to their next class.

There was somebody he wanted to meet.

[Assistant]
Oswald Connolly- Dismissed

When Headmaster Ozpin appeared and stormed into the infirmary, Oswald straightened out like a board. He knew the situation was FUBAR, but it took the normally aloof man's dead serious face to drive into him that they might be dealing with forces beyond their power. As Cobalt skittered off and Sapphire went to address their headmaster, Oswald frowned.

He wasn't used to letting something like this go. It certainly didn't feel right, either. Perhaps he'd ask Sapphire for more information and request that his team be involved in any movements Ozpin was willing to make in regards to this event. The bubbling rage he'd felt earlier was still there, it was just much quieter now. Still, he knew that above all else, a calm head was needed. At least until other heads needed to be busted. Oswald would wait until he was given a target, but all bets were off as soon as his leash was dropped. Of all people, certainly a leader of one of the most powerful groups of humanity knew the consequences to letting loose the hounds of war.

Grunting as he was left alone, Oswald made his way to Math class, ready to make a pointless attempt at the work they were being given. He was either going to fail out of Beacon, or just barely pass. At least he was a contender for high marks outside of the academic classes, right?

Right.

[User]
Robert Fallson - Math Class

Robert wasn't one for bragging, in fact he was quite modest, maybe too much so. When Eve asked him for his 'best feature,' it was a surprisingly difficult task for him. "Hmm... best feature. Best feature. Best feature," he said as he gave the question some serious thought. "Well there's... Uh... Maybe... No... Umm..." he continued. Finally, he came to a decision. "Well, I was chosen to be leader for some reason right? I guess it's my leadership abilities.

Not wanting to just end the conversation there, Robert thought of a new topic to continue the conversation. "So Eve, what can you tell us about yourself and Delta. Knowing what my teammates are like certainly helps when trying to lead you all in combat. Wouldn't want to send someone with arachnophobia to fight a group of Broodlings."

Not even Robert knew how helpful talking to Eve and getting to know his new team was. Without this distraction, his mind would certainly wander, and if that happened it wouldn't take long before he returned to thinking about his old team. Doing that wouldn't help anyone, it would only send Robert into a mood of depression and sorrow as he thought of all the other people in his life that he'd lost and could possibly never see again. At only the age of eighteen, he'd already lost more than most. No point on dwelling on it though.


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
Tyrael Marcroias

Tyrael brought Lyn over to the puppet show, where they were just ending the story of a knight versus a warrior in green. Tyrael may have heard the tale before, with some Aesop involving honesty or some such. He and Lyn arrived just in time to see the knight engage in a game of decapitation against the green warrior: he was to allow the green warrior to lop off his head, just as knight lopped off the green warriors' head so long ago. However the knight flinched as the axe swung, causing the blade to miss. The green warrior mocked the knight for cowardliness and for his second swing the knight closed his eyes, and the warrior missed again. He mocked the knight for being unable to face his death, and so the knight vowed to watch his own head roll, staying perfectly still. The warrior swung his axe once more, but only nicked the knight instead of cutting off his head. Then the green warrior congratulated the knight for his bravery, revealed his trickery, and the story ended. Tyrael honestly lost interest around the second attempt at decapitation.

After the end of the that story the puppeteers were about to begin the second story, first passing around a donation box. The money was going to go to the Hysterical Arts of Craft and Ventriloquism. Those who attended the caravan mission to Hysteria may briefly remember the same organization who preformed a street show, using larger puppets and with more dramatic flair (and fire). Tyrael was in the middle of digging out some gold coins from a portal when he was approached by Meirin and Ssarak. He turned towards the two as he took out a gaudy dagger made of gold and a purple silk handle. He tossed the dagger nonchalantly into the donation box.

As with all students, Tyrael had very little relation towards the students. He knew Meirin only has a warrior from Djarkel who has recently purchased some of his weapons and has a particular disdain towards demonkind. Despite that, Tyrael "likes" her (As in doesn't have any plans to harm her) as her passionate hatred for demons will be useful for the coming war, and he was no stranger to people distrusting him for his demon blood. It's fairly normal at this point. Ssarak was seen in a lesser light by Tyrael, as he sees the Eysire as the other reason Athalus and Mar ended up intoxicated enough to elope. Admittedly Tyrael was harder on Athalus for being the one who actually did the deed, but that didn't mean Ssarak was seen much better. His only saving grace was that by this point Tyrael has nearly forgotten who Ssarak was, aside from the fact he was a student of Satori, and with it the fallen orc has largely forgotten why he had a reason to hate Ssarak. Though he still doesn't like him.

"Kurenai. Dyreackthanose. Good afternoon to you as well. I have finally found time to enjoy myself today. I hope that the feast has been peaceful for you?" Tyrael sincerely hoped so, because for once he was not in a mood to kill something right now. He wanted to show Lyn a good time around the college and not have to worry about protecting her, killing someone, or reigning in demons. As he spoke the bag of candy being balanced on his head nearly fell, but Tyrael caught it in his hand before it could spill on the ground. Pretending that he had intended to do that, Tyrael offered some caramel candies for Meirin and Ssarak. "We should find ourselves a seat. The show is about to begin."

[Assistant]
Lyn

Lyn nearly jumped when she felt Meirin's finger brushed her cheek, her mind engrossed into the show for a moment during the end. Immediately her hand whipped up and tried to brush the tickling away, confused at the cause on her expression until she registered the voice causing her look down instinctively. Her arms held tightly to Tyrael's head while she leaned over the edge to smile over Mei. Her golden eyes brightened to see the red haired and green eyed woman underneath her. Her little lips crept into a smile at the sight as she waved from on top of Tyrael's shoulder, her head looked beyond to notice Ssarak had followed the older student as well.

Lyn's voice spoke out loud through the rune after Mei bowed and asked her question, followed by Ssarak's greeting toward her Uncle. Letting Tyrael answer, she looked at Mei then proceeded to show it off. "Look at what Leith gave me. It's a rune where I can talk with my thoughts! Isn't it neat?"

To let the woman examine it, Lyn held it out in her hand then tried to pass it to the woman while leaning from her perch. She wasn't frightened because she knew her uncle would catch her if she went too far over, even as he was digging out coin for donations, and so the odds of her hitting the ground was very, very slim. She didn't realize her sweet bag was on the verge of toppling over on the other hand. At least, until it suddenly came crashing to the ground. For Lyn tried to snatch it only to have Tyrael's large hand be faster. It plopped right into his palm as he offered them to the pair, making Lyn smile in relief, and her body returned to sit back upright. Her chin rested on the Fallen Orc's head comfortably settling in.

[User]
Althalus

Althalus quirked an eyebrow at Alaira's tone. "Jealous that I've got all her attention? Don't worry, I'm sure Mar can find the time to talk to you. We're done and both relatively presentable. I swear." He teased grinning up at the half-elf. His grin slipped away at Alaira's distaste. "Don't worry. Lyn isn't with us, she's with 'the demon-thing'." He paused for a moment, obviously considering if he should really try this again before continuing with a sigh.

"You have to make your peace with Tyrael at some point Alaira. Lyn likes him and if you want to be around Lyn you're going to have to be around him more. You're both more similar than you'd like to admit. You both want to protect Lyn, Mar, and, strangely enough, me. Both of you, for some damned reason, think you're monsters that don't have a chance of redemption. So, if you're not here to chat with Mar, why don't you go and find Tyrael and Lyn? Have a fun day with the both of them and realize that perhaps Tyrael isn't as bad as you thought and maybe you can learn to trust him. After all, he hasn't threatened you with death. Horrific death, I might add. He may even like you, if you weren't so busty threatening him all the time."

Althalus glanced back into Den before continuing. "If you don't want to go chat with Tyrael and Lyn you could always chat with Mar. I think she might enjoy the company. Don't tell her I said that though, Naga pride and all that." He winked conspiratorially at Alaira.

[Assistant]
Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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To be polite, Ssarak accepted one of the caramels, while leaving the rest for Lyn. Giving a nod, he took a seat nearby to wait for the show. Although, he actually did not know where or what kind of show it was going to be; he was simply present to see Lyn. Given their surroundings, he guessed that it was a show meant for children. Of course, with Tyrael's well-known propensity towards violence, Ssarak actually did not know what the fallen demon would consider suitable for a young child.

When Lyn started to speak, or rather, the rune on her person, it actually took Ssarak a bit by surprise. He knew how well-developed Lyn's mind was, so it was a kind gesture for Leith to give her such a gift as that rune. However, Ssarak found himself curious about how Leith came into possession of such a rune. It had a rather specialized purpose which would not be useful in many other circumstances. He supposed Leith could have simply requested it from a runecrafter like Val, but that would likely require payment, which would have made it an even greater kindness.

Ssarak leaned in to get a closer look at the rune. "Indeed it is. I am guessing that it is nice to not require a psychomancer to relay your thoughts to others? Although, be careful not to become too complacent with it. You will still need to practice speaking normally; that is even better than having a rune, I can assure you."

[User]
Leith ran a knuckle along the scar on his cheek when Ovak mentioned Lidda. "Vitamancers can indeed be quite threatening." He shuddered as he recalled his encounter with the Eternal Hunger, and more specifically, her death. He was quick to start talking again. "Though that could be said for all the Master's of each Blood class here, and all of the different skill levels training to become masters." He smiled. "I'm not sure if some people are going to think that these messages are subtle."

He listened to Ovak as he talked about what he could see and his warning about curiosity. He nodded as he dropped his hand to his knee under the table. "I understand. I've read a lot of stories as when I was younger, and a few of them hand the same moral. I will use restraint whenever something catches my curiosity." He listened to Lucilia's speech, and when it was done, he turned to Ovak. "She seems to have a knack for the big speeches, doesn't she?" He whispered lightheartedly to the archmage.


[System]
Age:
17

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Rost has a slim and fit, build allow for agility as well as some power. His dirty blonde hair, which contrast well with reddish hue skin, is often seen pulled back into a ponytail. His brown eyes can often be found staring off into nothingness. Rost's facial features are little more feminine than he would like, so he often has stubble on his face in order to compensate for the lack of masculine. Rost wears a red button up with a collar, and it has a brown thorn bush pattern on it. The shirt is left unbuttoned to reveal his torso which he covers with white bandages. His wears worn out jeans with holes in them. He always carries his twin blades in hand, usually resting them on his shoulders. Every movement Rost makes flows nicely together never seeming to be stiff.

Height:
5'10"

Wight:
180 lbs

Color:
Reddish Brown

Personality:
Rost often seems to be extremely relaxed even during stressful situations. Rost enjoys working with others, but he rarely has faith in others' abilities. He isn't very talkative, and avoids deep conversations. Rost will often comply with any order, but he will try to fulfill them in the way he finds most interesting.

Weapon:
Twin swords that are two halves of one blade. They can be used separately or together. They are held in a single sheath that can attach to his right forearm, and fan out into a shield.

Semblance:
Rust (can corroded iron and steel)

Backstory:
Rost was born from a mother who died during childbirth. Rost's father was a hunter, so he was not around very much, and when he was, he would avoid looking at his own son. Rost asked his nanny why his father hated him. She responded that he did not hate Rost, but in fact loved him very much. The only problem is that Rost reminded his father of his mother, and that brought him much pain. Rost thought the explanation made sense, since his father did not keep any photos of his mother. Rost doesn't even known what his mother even looked like. His nanny said she was beautiful, and he got his good looks from her. The next time his father came home Rost decided to follow him when he left. Rost followed his father onto an airship without being seen. Everyone was kind of distracted, every thing was in disarray, so it wasn't hard to sneak past them. After the airship landed Rost found his way out only to see complete mayhem. There were hunters and huntresses everywhere fighting the Grimm. Rost saw his father and began to run towards him out of fear. Before Rost realized it, he was standing face to face with a giant Ursa. Rost froze out of fear, and as he watched the monster's giant claw bear down on him, he closed his eyes. Rost felt a great impact, but no extreme pain; instead it felt like he was being embraced. Forcing his eyes open, Rost saw his father hunched over him. Rost noticed a large amount of blood draining from his father's back and begun to cry. As Rost sobbed, his father placed his hand upon Rost's head and looked him straight in the eyes. Rost was shocked, he couldn't remember the last time his father made eye contact with him. Rost father's last words were, "I love you son. I'm sorry for not being around more," his father died shortly after. At that moment Rost decided to become a hunter, so he could get strong enough to protect others.

Theme Song:
Nujabes - Battlecry

[User]
Even Rost found himself taken by surprised after being launched into the sky looming over an overgrown canopy. Rost quickly relaxed himself, as his shirt and ponytail fluttered in the wind. Then as Rost scratched his head with the sheath that held his blades, thinking of a way to land safely, he noticed that the forest beneath him was on somewhat of a large slope. In one fulid movement, Rost unsheathed his sword and the sheath began fanning out into its shield form. Firmly securing his right foot into the shield's handle, Rost braces himself so his shield would absorb the bulk of the impact as he entered the canopy feet first.

Rost hit the ground harder than he expected, but the mass of branches he smashed through on his way down allowed him to decrease his descent enough to make the impact bearable to withstand. With his sword in hand craving a path atop of his shield, as if it was a sled, Rost descended down the hill. Rost's sword acting as an extension of his body flowing with a natural harmony, severing any limbs reaching out to him from the trees; until, the forest gave way to an opening. As the sun gleamed down on Rost's face only to hear whistling in the distance, he began laughing out of pure ecstasy over his ride down.

[Assistant]
Ezmeralda walked through the thick forest swatting away low reaching branches and walked around the occasional mud puddles.
She looked up the skyline again she didn't see anybody fall nearby nor has she heard any noise since she landed, it was far too quiet for her liking, she pulled out her fans from her sleeves.

On cue, she heard the shuffle of tree branches and looked at the noise and suddenly an Ursa charged out and she barely dodged the sharp claws swiped at her, she jumped out of the way but the Ursa grabbed her sleeve and the Ursa violently tossed her at a tree. Her body broke several branches off the trees, she used her semblance to readjust herself and landed softly on the ground, which gave her ample time to dodge the incoming Ursa charging, it swiped with it's massive claws this time without being caught and she slashed at it back which made it screech in pain and trashed in a blinding rage destroying several trees, Ezmeralda used this time to jumped up to the branches to get away from the ground where it has a clear advantage over her. She jumped branch to branch, it's waste to fight it now, now that she gotten a better look at it was an Ursa Major, it would take too much energy to take it down by herself.

But as she ran away from it, it was keeping up with her and destroying the trees she was on, she nearly fell several times but she always kept her balance and kept running. She really needed help.

[User]
As he saw the woman jump into the trees above, Grigori knew she needed his assistance. He charged toward the Grimm, screaming inarticulately so as to draw its attention. By the time it turned to face him, Grigori had managed to close most of the distance, and was ready to attack. Identifying his target as the Ursa Major, Grigori activated his gauntlets, using them simply to infuse his punches with the power of the dust loaded up.

He jumped into the air toward the beast, drawing his right arm back while extending the left toward the Ursa. As he moved through the air the Grimm began its rush to attack, just as Grigori planned. It jumped at him as he fell, opening its maw preparing to bite down. When his left fist was almost touching the snout of the monster in front of him, Grigori drew it back, instead launching his right fist at the beast's skull. The punch landed with a burst of flame and Grigori landed safely on the ground, Ursa crashing down next to him. Before it could stand up again, Grigori jumped into the air once more, punching down with his left fist at the Ursa. The punch landed and the Ursa began to freeze over from the impact point, still alive but incapacitated for a short time.

His assault on the Ursa Major finished for now, Grigori called out to the girl in green, "You're safe now. I'll let you kill it if you want to. Anyway, looks like we're partners in this shithole of a forest. Let's do what we need to do and get outta' here."

[Assistant]
After Rost regained his composure from the exciting ride down the hill, he determined that he should follow the whistling off in the distance. He kicked the shield up, retracting it back into a sheath while he gracefully slid his sword back into it. Then Rost began trailing after the whistling with his sword draped across his shoulders and his arms hung over it.

As the whistling grew louder, Rost was wondering which of the others, he would be paired with. The closer he got to the whistler the more his mind drifted from reality, he imagines who it might be, what they act like, where they are from... Rost didn't snap back to reality until he heard a loud howl behind him. He quickly turned around, flipping his sword of his shoulders, positioning it in front of him just in time to receive the blow from a beowolf. The hit from the massive claw was still enough to send Rost flying. He hit a tree with a thud. Rost arched his back in pain, and realized he had found his whistler, as he stared up at a man with hair as white as snow.

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Xue had been enjoying his walk when he heard a crash and noticed a blonde haired man slam into a tree next to him. Before he had a chance to check if his fellow student was alright, he was forced to drop to the ground on one knee as a beowolf's claw passed above him where he head was moments before. Xue had to draw his staff and twirl it around his body to deflect to savage onslaught from the Grimm only having time to block the slashes and never having a chance to go on the offensive.

"I hope you are alright over there. Please don't be dead or knocked out." The white haired huntsmen said out loud as he sped up the spin of his scythe as the blades sprung out and he sliced off one of the beowolf's paws. The creature howled in pain and backed up away from the weapons range. Xue stopped the scythe's rotation as he approached the guy that had hit the tree to make sure he was alright always keeping an eye on the beowolf encase it attacked again.

[Assistant]
As Ezmeralda jumped though the treetops she heard the Ursa roared aloud and another loud scream from a person when she looked a back and she watched a follow student charged the giant Grimm with his gauntlets and started to punched the Grimm.

Ezmeralda jumped out of the tree lines and landed on the ground softly with a click of her heels. The student was strong she has to admit that, he was lucky that the Grimm was chasing for as long as it as it must of tired it out a bit, but the fight was still vicious she will like having him as a partner. The man, Ezmerlada identified as a Faunas froze the Ursa, it was clearly incapacitated but not killed.

The Faunas called to her and she quickly walked up to him and she did a quick bow of her upper body as a sign of gratitude to him.
"That it does, and I will get rid of the Ursa Major, don't want it to cause any problems." Ezmeralda said as she opened up her Fans and she threw them at a thick tree, knocking it over with one end extremely jagged and dangerous, Ezmeralda used her Semblance to create a mini tornado underneath the thick tree lifting it up before it could even touch the ground. She aligned the fallen tree at the Ursa's major chest and when it aligned properly she lunched the thick and jagged tree at tops speed piercing the Ursa's chest and shattering the ice which caused the body of the Ursa to evaporate, confirming the death of the Ursa.

She smirked quickly, one less dangerous Grimm to endanger a person. "So what's your name?" She questioned the Faunas. "My name is Ezmeralda Beryl."

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As she dropped down from tge trees and began walking toward him, Grigori watched and examined his new partner. She seemed thin and graceful, light on her feet. She appeared to be his opposite in many ways, which he didn't mind. As she stopped and bowed in font of Grigori, he followed suit as a respect, smiling as he returned to his upright posture.

When she told him that she would take care of the Grimm, Grigori gave her a nod and gestured toward the beast as he backed away from it and behind her. This would give him a chance to observe her abilities to a small extent, enough for the time being. As she knocked over the tree with her fan and lifted it with a small whirlwind, Grigori guessed that her semblance involved using the air. He watched contentedly as she pierced and shattered the Ursa Major.

"Well let me say that it is my pleasure to meet you, Ezmeralda," Grigori responded, his voice deep and smooth, after she revealed her name to him. "My name is Grigori Zoloti." He flashed a warm smile at her before turning, facing away from the cliff the students were launched from. "We need to go this way, deeper into the woods. I hope you're ready for whatever we find in there..." a small chuckle punctuated the sentence, showing that Grigori expected to have some fun.

Without wasting time, he began to move forward, calling back, "We should hurry, we might be able to do this before the other pairs!" He sprinted through the forest, running on the balls of his feet in order to move faster. Grigori didn't know how to pace his runs, always sprinting full speed when needing to move quikly. He didn't care about pace though, he knew he was a sprinter and not a long distance runner, and embraced it by charging full speed ahead, an unstoppable juggernaut. He ran like this for as long as he could, until he needed to slow down to catch his breath, figuring Ezmeralda might need to catch up anyway.

[Assistant]
Rost used his sword as a support to lift himself up after his newly found partner fended off the beowolf's initial wave of attacks. Rost rubbed his head and claim,"The little guy snuck up on me out of nowhere,"

Before this new guy could turn his attention back to the beowolf, Rost extended his sword to the stranger's chest and declared, "He's mine. I saw him first,"

Rost began to walk slowly and calmly towards the beast, as he attached his sheath to his right forearm and withdraw the blade. With his blade held down by his side, and a smile on his face, Rost dips the beowolf's next right swipe. Although, it looked as if Rost was going to fall on his face, at the last moment Rost quickly repositioned his feet firmly into the dirt while unhinging his sword at the hilt revealing the twins. With four quick swipes the beowolf fell to his knee, and his right arm went limp. Now it's right side was rendered useless. Sensing it's end nearing, the beowolf left out a battle cry and made a desperate attempt to gouge Rost's face out. The attempt was futile as Rost danced around it, and used his twin blades like a pair of scissors to chop the beast's head clean off. As its body fell limp onto the ground, Rost conjoined his blades back into one, and stepped over the body of the headless monster towards his new friend and gestures for a handshake, "Greetings, my name is Rost,"


[System]
Age:
25.

Gender:
Female.

Race:
Human.

Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.

Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.

Equipment:
- [Full Templar armor and attire, with a winged helmet and varied robes to indicate rank.]
- [A large Templar kite shield accompanied by a dwarven-crafted Templar officer longsword: a parting gift bought for him by his prior platoon of Templars before he moved on to become the Templar Ambassador to the Grey Wardens.]
- [A Templar's lyrium kit, with the wooden carving hollowed out to conceal lyrium sand.]

Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.

Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.

At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.

Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.

Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.

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Watching the two members of the Inquisition jump as if they'd just entered the fade without realizing, Nolan suppressed his amusement - figuring this was not the best time to laugh at two mysterious individuals he'd just met. Shifting his gaze over to Clara as his companions scrutinized her, Nolan took a few moments to process the dwarf's comment in regards to his staff, looking to the implement which he still held in his right hand - now that they were off the trail, it seemed far less practical to be holding it as he hung his staff over his back instead, keeping his left hand held open, further away from himself now and more toward his companion as he'd warmed himself at least well enough.

As the two commented on his crest, Nolan looked down toward it in a manner akin to if he'd just been informed he'd forgotten his trousers. Studying it for half a moment, he looked back up to the others in time for the woman's comment, shrugging. "Will of the Maker, perhaps?" Considering the fact that neither Clara, the woman or the dwarf had made any effort to murder one another yet, Nolan figured that perhaps the situation was safe and took a step or two forward to stand alongside her, as opposed to the defensive position he'd held behind her. As the woman began to explain herself and the dwarf, he'd raise an eyebrow. "Inquisition, hm?" He went for a moment to make some snide comment about how it was odd that the Inquisitor's will was to kill Templars, but then he remembered the actual purpose he and his companion were there, and he shut himself up.

Deciding to take it upon himself to provide the explanation for their being there, he glance over to Clara, figuring she'd fill in any gaps he left out. He was about to begin when the suggestion was given by the Orlesian, Nolan giving another sidelong glance toward Clara, not even bothering to suppress his amusement at the notion as he let out a hearty laugh. "Mage and Templar? That sounds like something out of Hard in Hightown." Continuing to utter a few brief chuckles at the notion, Nolan would eventually gather himself, and continue with their explanation. "Well, myself - Nolan, by the way - and my companion here, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, are, or rather - were - here for some..." He paused, thinking of the best way to describe it. "Aggressive negotiations."

Glancing toward the cave-in once more, Nolan cleared his throat. "However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind." While he hadn't exactly explained the specifics of their overall goal, he felt he'd explained enough for the time being, after all, he hadn't exactly lied at all...

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@The Kraken@vFear
"However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind."

Flint let out a deep bellowing laugh, the body shaking display of humor literally causing various beads interwoven into his beard to jangle noisily against his metal breastplate. He immediately liked the mage, or at the very least was doing a somewhat convincing display of acting like he did. "I like the way this one talks." Flint spat in a hushed tone while giving a sideways glance and toothy grin towards Erika. The brief look only lasted a second but in that amount of time Flint was able to get across to Erika that he indeed saw no threat from this random pair-likewise he quickly studied her expression well aware that she had reached a somewhat similar conclusion. It was the unspoken bond rarely seen in partners that had worked far to many high risk jobs together in the past.

After laughing over the implausibility of the two newcomers being a pair the man who Flint would come to know as Nolan went on to more properly introduce himself. "Well, myself - Nolan, by the way - and my companion here, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, are, or rather - were - here for some..." He paused, thinking of the best way to describe it. "Aggressive negotiations."

Glancing toward the cave-in once more, Nolan cleared his throat. "However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind."

After listening to Nolan Flint let out another toothy fit of laughter as he was prone to do when his mind began to formulate mischievous ideas.

Reward.

Reward.

Reward.

The words echoed within his head as he quickly spoke up in response. "Reward, eh? Everyone knows a dwarf can appreciate a man wanting his well deserved reward. Am I right, Erika?" he asked rhetorically while getting a nod in confirmation from his companion. "What if I could offer you both an even bigger reward though?" He slung his shield over the makeshift prongs on the back of his armor, the small protuding pieces of metal allowing him to neatly keep his shield clung to his back. Likewise he dropped his mace between a similar looking contraption on his belt, the inverted slots of metal allowing his mace to fall into a wedge of sorts that kept the deadly weapon secured tightly against his hip.

Making his way over to Nolan far faster then his little legs should have been able to carry his metal encased body Flint slung his arm over the man as if the two were old friends, the odd sight looking even more comical due to Flints small stature. "So Nolan, names Flint by the way-big fan of the wardens-Who isn't though, amiright? Anyways, what if I could offer you all an even bigger reward? Me and my friend here well, we are both quite the, uhm, how did you put it?" He paused momentarily locking eyes with Nolan while sporting his infectious toothy grin. "Aggressive negotiators. And it just so happens we have quite a bit of...uhm, negotiating to do with some undesireable types that have recently opened up a mine here." Using his large stocky frame Flint spun Nolan slightly so the odd pair was now facing Clara, Flints beady hazel eyes locking place with Clara's metallic visor in a way that garnered her full attention. "A lyrium mine. And we could always use another hand or two when it comes to negotiations-after all as I'm sure you know meetings of that sort usually get pretty heated. Perhaps we could arrange something that benefits all four of us? After all we do work for the Divine herself." Again Flints eyes particularly lit up when mentioning the Divine to Clara, as if trying to make her feel like it was her duty to help out.

In all honesty Flint just wanted to lessen the chances he would be the one to take a fireball to the face today.

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As the exchange led by the much more diplomatic Warden Nolan and the two odd companions went on in the tunnels, Clara grew visibly more easy: her stance grew straighter rather than braced and her shield arm would come to dip, both fatigued by holding up for so long and interpreting a reduced risk of attack. As far as she interpreted Nolan was handling the exchange well, so she kept quiet and played her part as the Templar of the party; she wasn't so zealous to be blind to the fact that her faith could bring a worse outcome.

It was at approximately this point that Clara tightened her grip on the hilt of her longsword:
"Reward, eh? Everyone knows a dwarf can appreciate a man wanting his well deserved reward. Am I right, Erika? What if I could offer you both an even bigger reward though?" began the dwarf, bringing Clara's mind straight to concluding the dwarf was suggesting paying off her and her companion. Who do they take us for? Paying off a Grey Warden and a Templar!? her thoughts rung within her head - although thankfully not for long enough before the dwarf kept talking. "...it just so happens we have quite a bit of...uhm, negotiating to do with some undesireable types that have recently opened up a mine here." Clara eased somewhat at this, starting to put together what the dwarf is truly suggesting - or at least by her interpretation. As the dwarf looked to her, she looked down upon him - indeed, her full attention gathered. "A lyrium mine." She didn't catch the rest of the dwarf's sentence - at the mention of lyrium, having gone some time without a dose, her senses distorted and the skin under her eyelid began to twitch. She craved a dose of lyrium, her nose began to twitch in anticipation; her lyrium sand was in her kit, after all, which w-

Clara suddenly brought her shield down, bringing it harshly into her left thigh. The sudden pain brought her back to her senses, in time to catch the rest of the sentence.
"...benefits all four of us? After all we do work for the Divine herself." the dwarf suggests, to which Clara nods in response as she lifts her longsword to slide it back into her scabbard now she's content the situation is safe.
"I imagine we could, Dwarf Flint - what exactly is your title within the Inquisition, by the way?" She pauses before speaking further, "The Templar Order can use any source of lyrium for its knights in the war - although, when you say 'undesirable types', exactly who do you reference? Between the four of us I imagine what we are able to fight is quite broad, although I don't intend to fight Chevaliers or Dead Legionaries."


[System]
Real life:
Age: 16
Appearance:

Birthday: September 29
Personality: a rather laid back kind of guy in real life who easily gets dragged into things and is often seen as having no backbone because he rarely says no to requests. He only takes his hobbies seriously and even then he just wants people to have fun with him.

Bio: Being the youngest of three children, Aoto had some things to live up to...but he decided that an early age that instead of trying to outdo his siblings, he would do his own thing and try to find his own happiness that way. He came across VRMMO one day, at a suggestion of a friend when looking for something fun to do and instantly got hooked. There were expectations for him in the game true, but he didn't have to stick with them and there were so many ways to go about it. He stuck to the path that he liked the most, paladin, and before he knew it, he was at the top of his class.

In Game
Avatar Name: Bonum
Avatar Title: White Knight
Appearance:

the wings and halo are only shown when he uses Holy Light.

Class: Paladin
Signature Move/s:
Light Speed: A major speed boost for Bonum that allows him to attack multiple times in a matter of seconds.
Holy shield: Not really a shield so much as a major defense boost that lasts for awhile after being used.
Divine Intervention: An invisible shield that can be called at the last minute to protect someone from a devastating blow.
Rejuvenation: Fully restores HP and MP
Cleanse: Heals the status effects of him and those around him.
Holy Light: A light shines down from above as Bonum ascends for a short period of time to unleash a devastating attack of holy light (kind of like a laser beam).

Avatar Bio: Bonum got to where he was because he can't say no to heartfelt requests from NPCs and players alike. Need your child saved from crazy cultist? Bonum would save them. Need help finding that mystical treasure in the spider infested cave? Bonum would be hacking and slashing right there with you. Getting bullied by other players? Bonum would stick up for you. And if there was a problem Bonum couldn't overcome, he would grind like crazy till he could. His desire to be strong to do the good deeds he promised to do worked well with his Paladin class and he quickly and steadily rose through the ranks to get where he is at now.

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"Here it is..." Food-kun said, standing in front of a cave entrance.

It was a pretty basic dungeon, one known to many players, yet it didn't attract many people. The monsters were moderately tough, but they didn't drop much. It was, however, odd that the cave seemed to house many different kinds of monsters from the area, and was hence dubbed 'The Chimera Dungeon'.

The monsters inside were only moderately tough, and they dropped a decent amount of change but seemed to have a lower chance of dropping items. The Chimera Dungeon lacked the bigger monsters, like dragons and giants, so it wasn't a dungeon frequented by high-level users. However, low-leveled players might find it tough. Amidst the foxes, wolves and deer, there might be the odd minotaur that would show up and completely ruin their day.

Food-kun strode in, as he had been doing in recent days. He strode through the dark halls, ignoring the small monsters, which ran away from him. He also ignored the relatively big monsters, hidden in the darkness, which also ran away from him. Almost no monster would willingly go near Food-kun because of his magnificent fighting spirit and fearsome reputation amongst monsters. He strode calmly through the dark cave, ignoring all the monsters. They almost tripped over themselves running away from him if he walked closer, but he never tried to touch them.

A group of mid-level users were challenging the dungeon. They were fighting monsters in a stone chamber. But they were surprised when the monsters they'd been fighting so hard (2 ogres that came out of nowhere) suddenly stopped in fear and sprinted in the other direction. As the party were confused, Food-kun sat in the darkness behind the doorway, wondering where he was going. He soon realised that he'd made a wrong turn at the last fork and turned around. The ogres, detecting his presence disappearing, reappeared to continue fighting. However, Food-kun's hand flicked out behind him, launching deadly projectiles. As the ogres roared a new challenge, his wooden skewers shot through the ogres and embedded themselves into the stone wall behind the monsters. The ogres' health bars fell to 0 from 65%. As the party milled about in confusion, Food-kun navigated the dark passages silently.

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"Oh, I'm here." Food-kun said.

He put down the map he'd been reading and stopped. In front of him was what appeared to be the remains of a rock slide, but Food-kun knew better. There was an illusionary wall at the side, and a completely dark passageway. He went in without hesitation and navigated the dark tunnels. Soon, light could be seen, and Food-kun emerged in a grassy clearing.

He was in a large, circular cavern that had a large hole in the top, which let sunlight in. The cavern floor was mainly grass, with a small ponds here and there and little copse of trees at the edge of the cavern. It was about as big as the property of a rich guy where he puts his mansion, or maybe a bit smaller than a rich guy's personal golf course. Damn rich people.

Around the middle of the cavern, there was a shabby looking wooden construct with an ornate but old wooden sign, which read 'Monster Café'. It was surrounded by large tree stumps, around which small stools were placed. The 'wooden construct' was technically a building, but it was rather shabby. Shabby would be a light word for it. It was like the construction was done by the hands of slimes, and it actually was.

As Food-kun walked to the 'building', shaped emerged from the woodwork. Slimes! Soft and squishy, they were low levelled-mobs. There were higher-levelled slimes, of course. They were often huge and had interesting shapes. However, these were relatively small, about the size of a deer. Furthermore, they had no form and were basic colours. They were simply purple and orange slimes. Clearly they were low-level monsters. Food-kun could make any low-level monster faint by staring at it for too long, but these didn't. Food-kun didn't want to harm them, after all. He had a reason for coming here.

"Blup blup. Look, chef is back!" The purple slime said.

"Yay!" The orange one cheered.

"I swear, this place just keeps getting better and better." Food-kun sighed.

The derelict café was pretty bad when he first found it, but every day he came back it seemed to get a little worse. Maybe that was just the passive corrosive properties of the slimes, or maybe it was just because it was old. The slimes were stupid, and things were constantly breaking.

"Thank you!" The purple slime said happily, not getting Food-kun's obvious sarcasm.

"Nevermind…" Food-kun muttered quietly, opening his bag.

He deposited a bunch of wood, as well as carpentry tools.

"Food-kun, what's that for?" The orange slime asked.

"Just watch." Food-kun said.

He began to renovate the small shack. Food-kun didn't have the carpentry skill, but pretty much anything would be better than what they had now. Besides, his exceptional handiwork, dexterity and strength made it easier and faster. After around 20 minutes, he'd run out of wood. Now the shabby wooden construct was a pretty damn good lemonade stand. At least it made for a decent shop front.

It was all straight now, and it had a certain sheen to it, but there wasn't too much artistic quality in it. He didn't have the sculpturing skill or the carpentry skill, after all. It was built quickly and it was structurally sound, but it lacked art. Nevertheless, it was a lot better than it was before.

"Wow!" The purple slime exclaimed.

"It's so beautiful…" The orange slime said, sniffing.

Certainly, it was basic, but it was practically sparkling. Food-kun was doing the finishing touches when a black slime appeared from inside.

"Huuah, hum." The black slime said, yawning. "What's this?"

"Morning." Food-kun said in greeting.

"Oh, Food-kun!" The slime said happily. "Thanks for coming, I'll go make you some coffee. Blup blup."

Food-kun looked after the black slime as it left to make the coffee. He was rather conflicted about it, really. He had never tasted better coffee, and he would've drunk it at every opportunity, if he didn't know where it came from.

In fact, it was that very coffee which made him work with the slimes in the monster café.

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Food-kun had been exploring the Chimera Dungeon by himself. Eventually, he'd found the rubble. He was about to bust it down when he found the illusionary wall. He went through it and found the clearing. There'd been a group of monsters in the middle, but he didn't know what they were doing. As he approached, the monsters all growled at him, but once he entered combat, they all ran away.
Food-kun was exploring the old building but there was a cup of nice-smelling coffee left on one of the stumps. Food-kun took it and drank it. He didn't know what to expect, but he didn't expect it to be good.

"This is really tasty." He'd said.

"Re-really?" The black slime had said nervously.

"Yup." Food-kun said, draining the cup.

"The scary human liked it!" The purple slime said, emerging from behind the counter.

"Say… The orange slime said cautiously, also emerging from the counter. "You're a chef, right? Could you help us?"

"...I'll help you." Food-kun said after a pause.

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"Done." Victor said, wiping his forehead.

He had just finished re-furnishing the kitchen. Wood was a safety hazard, so he used the stone he brought instead. He put tiles on the floor and cemented (whatever passed for cementing, anyway) them together. He also got a better stove and oven, and he replaced the derelict cupboards with some new ones. He stocked the pantries with food from his own inventory and it was just about ready to go. Lastly, he installed the sink which he bought.

"Looks great! Blup blup." The black slime said, entering the new kitchen. "Here's the coffee!"

The black slime held up a neat white cup full of steaming black fluid in its hands (kinda). Food-kun hesitated slightly before taking it. He took a small sip and the flavour seeped into his mouth.

"Thanks." Food-kun said.

"Glad you like it! Blup." The black slime said happily.

Despite where it came from, it was still good coffee. Possibly the best coffee. But Food-kun could make it better.

"You got more ingredients?" Food-kun asked.

"Yup! Big bag! Blup blup." The black slime said, holding up a sack labelled 'coffee'.

"Alright, good." Food-kun said, stretching.

"They're coming!" The orange slime yelled from outside.

Food-kun drew his kitchen knife and prepared a chopping board. He took the bag and put it on the counter. The slimes tensed as a large crowd of monsters came in from the holes in the walls. Food-kun got ready to cook and the purple slime flipped the sign on the store front from closed to open.

"Time to get cooking." Food-kun said, grinning.

[Assistant]
Nacht was unaware of the disagreements the others were having about his words and actions, and even if he did he wouldn't have cared. After he had finished making his piece, the Night's Emperor received an important missive from a player in the Black Cowls.

The rest of the message contained the list of traitors and their associated guilds. Frankly, he wasn't surprised. It wasn't as if many of them would reach the upper echelons of his organization. Nevertheless, it was bad if more and more turned up. Even the smallest of ants could cause a nuisance.

Nacht decided he would come up with a solution later. Just as he exited from the message, Datze had teleported the group into another area. Leave it to that man to do as he wished. It further irked him when he took command, but he acquiesced since he was the one leading the quest. Any other time would have been a different matter entirely.

As the Dragon God explained the plan, Nacht changed his outfit with a flick of his hand. No longer was he wearing his magnificent armor and cape, it was replaced with simple leathers that made him look more like a sellsword. However, his face still remained obscured. Though he was not wearing his iconic helm, he had replaced it with a bandana covering the lower half of his face. To the others that never had seen him in such clothing before would be surprised to learn of his young appearance, sharp gold eyes, and black hair.

"Datze, I'm a little disappointed in you. I can do far more than order NPCs around," he said amusedly. "Bonum, what is your plan? Please don't tell me you're simply going to ask people to aid you out of the goodness of their hearts?"

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"Oooh, that sounds really interesting," Hime clapped excitedly. "Hey Gray, we get to be on same team, fun huh?" she said to him, smiling brightly. She then turned to Datze and joked, "You just can't stay away from me, can you?"

She was glad that she could be useful in the quest. She was all excited to go, but quickly she realized that she didn't know where the guy that apparently had the journal was, and waited for Datze to take the lead. She waved goodbye to the rest of the group, as they separated to complete their tasks.

[Assistant]
Bonum rubbed his head at Datze remark. It was hard to tell when Nacht was being serious or not, being such an avid roleplayer as he was. But he didn't have too long to be embarrassed by it before they were teleported off to Dural. Bonum visited the city often helping out with a few requests, he enjoyed the city even if it was as generic as they came. When told to equip something less conspicuous, he quickly searched his inventory and changed his white paladin outfit for a low-level dark grey one. Then he was told who his partner is and turned to Nacht.

"Well Nacht, there's only so much we can do incognito. But you should know as well as anybody how far a little charisma can go. But in case asking simply doesn't work, you and I have money, and I have a few items that might be useful with haggling with a few knowledgeable people. But if you have a better plan, then I am certainly all ears." He told him with a shrug. "I will suggest we check in the library and the marketplace for info before any other though. That's where knowledge and rumors usually reside."


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User]
"Close. 'Favored-of-the-Gods.' Our language is the same, but...different. It has always confused me how cities that have never contacted one another could have such similar languages, but...that is not important right now." Tarentek commented, also making sure to remember the pronunciation on her name.

Moving on from introductions, Onyx had obviously dried out enough to take flight, so Tarentek assumed they were about to pick up their pace quite considerably. He had not actually thought about the idea of flying yet, but now he certainly was. He had not wanted to fly since his youth, when he would watch birds flying over the city, but now that he had the opportunity, he was not sure he wanted it. "I suppose we should get moving, but...try to fly low. I am not light."

[Assistant]
"No... It would be better to fly above that." Onyx said, motioning towards a dark haze on the horizon. "A sandstorm. The updraft will make it easier for me to fly while carrying you." Before he could complain or chicken out, Onyx looped her arms under Tarentek's, lifting him off the ground easily. "Try not to move."

She smiled as she sped higher and higher in the sky, careful not to let go of Tarentek, yet. She waited until they were over the center of the storm, and then she let go. He did not fall far, his hooded robe created enough drag to suspend him in midair. Onyx laughed at the expression he had on his face, and then went on to explain why he had not fallen to his death.

"We call this 'Wind Net' or Olias. The spirits of the land and air care for my people, so as long as we are in the air they will not let us fall. They caught you because they saw that I was carrying you." Onyx took his hand in hers, guiding him back to her so she could carry him again. "That was for pushing me into the water, I will not drop you again. Olias is strongest over storms." She said with a laugh. Her Tribe's nest was not to far away anymore, she could see the mountains now.

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After the first few minutes of flight, Tarentek was not too aware of his surroundings, as he was going through considerable effort not to be. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about where he was, though the sandstorm made that difficult. He had been through them before, but never had he heard one beneath him. It seemed unnatural, and unnerving. So concentrated was he on distracting himself that it took him a few moments to notice he had been dropped, which was fortunate, as it did not give him much opportunity to be afraid. When he opened his eyes, he could see the sandstorm around him, but nothing else. The wind was overwhelming, and he could not tell if he was falling, or how fast. An instant later, he was snatched back up above the storm.

Tarentek did not say anything in the aftermath of the ordeal, instead just focusing on calming his rapidly beating heart as he waited for them to touch down. She explained something about her people's beliefs relating to their flight, but he was more apt to attribute his slowed fall to the wind. Mysticism was not popular with his people in Amman; a result of their technology-centric approach to shaping their city. Their gods were gods of reason and knowledge.

[Assistant]
After a few minutes of science, they reached the mountains. Onyx put Tarentek on a ledge that was just out of view from the rest of the nest. "Stay here, and try not to fall. I will go and make sure that our leader is still in his den, and then I will come get you." She told him in what she hoped was a stern voice, leaving before he said anything else.

Onyx flew up above the peak of the mountain, heading towards her father's den. When she got there, she was not surprised to find that he was still home. He was always busy worrying about the tribe's affairs, even before he had become leader. She tried to ignore the small voice of worry in the back of her mind as she hurried to go get Tarentek before anyone else from her tribe could find him. The promise I made... I will keep. I do not like the thought that I may have to stand up to my father in the defense of an outsider, but this is much more important than he will be able to realize right away...

She got back to the ledge where she had left Tarentek, landing softly by him. She waited until he realized she was there before speaking. "He is there. Are you ready?"

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Tarentek waited patiently on the ledge. As long as he did not move, he did not have to worry about falling, and he would be less likely to be discovered. His robe could blend in rather well with the rocks, so at a distance, it would be quite difficult to detect him. While he waited, he had time to think about how he was going to word his warning. From his impression of Onyx, he got the sense that her race was prideful and isolationist. However, he had a feeling their leader might be more agreeable. Generally, it made sense to give the common person a strong since of pride and confidence in the group, but leaders tended to be at least a bit more realistic. They were responsible for their people's safety, so not only did they have to know what their people were capable of, but also be aware of and acknowledge their weaknesses. As such, their leader might be receptive to his warning.

Once Onyx finally returned, Tarentek stood up and walked over to her so she could pick him up once more. "I suppose so. I've had plenty of time to think about what to say. Let's just be quick; I would like to avoid the rest of your kin until your leader can protect me."

[Assistant]
I would not be so sure of that... Onyx thought the words but did not speak them. She simply nodded and picked Tarentek up again, flying swiftly to her father's den. "I will go in first, and you will follow me. Do not show yourself until I have introduced you." She said as they landed just outside the entrance to the den. "There is a wall just inside the door that you can hide behind. Hurry or someone will see you." With that she walked into the den, greeting her father with a small bow.

"Onyx? Is there something wrong? Your mother was looking for you not too long ago." He would have seemed worried, had he even bothered to look at her. She stayed silent a moment too long and then he did look at her. "Onyx! What happened to you?" He asked in surprise.

"Nothing, really... I fell into the sea when I went to go fishing, and then I ran into a sandstorm on the way back." She said, trying to keep herself from laughing at her father. When she said that she had fallen into the sea, Her father had made a face like a fish -lips pursed and eyes squished- and he stayed like that for a few seconds.

"Umm, Raldel?" She said, calling him by name rather than calling him father for the sake of their hidden guest. "That was not the only thing of interest to happen at the sea today," Onyx turned towards the doorway, motioning to Tarentek to come over. "I also met someone there. Raldel, leader of the gold tribe, I present to you Tarentek. I suggest you listen well to what he has to say."

As soon as she spoke his name, he had stepped out into the room. He walked up to stand slightly behind her and nodded his head to her father in a respectful gesture. She was watching her father intently, ready to stop any attack he might make upon her or Tarentek.

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Tarentek listened in as he waited for Onyx to introduce him. From the way the man, who Tarentek assumed to be the leader, spoke, he gathered that Onyx was more closely related to him than she had previously implied. He assumed, or at least hoped, that their relation would be helpful in persuading the leader to listen to him.

Once Tarentek heard his name, he stepped out as non-threateningly as possible, following every social rule she had told him of. In order to limit any snap judgements that the leader, Raldel, might make, he spoke up immediately to get straight to business. "I understand that speaking to outsiders is unusual and exceptional, so I will get straight to my purpose here. Your people are in danger. There is an army, an empire, advancing from the east. The city of Amman has fallen, as have countless others to the east if the rumors hold true. I was there to witness their attack; their power is greater than any civilization previously known to us...by a large margin. They have a command over Human technologies the likes of which I would not have thought possible. The advantage it gives them is...severe. Your people's flight has given you an advantage over the others in our region, but you have to believe me when I say that it will not matter with them."

[Assistant]
Onyx saw the hate in her father's eyes as he looked from Tarentek to her and back to him again, he was obviously very angry with her, but that would pass. She was glad, however, for Tarentek's tactful approach, because now her father was also considering a future threat to the tribe rather than just a single outsider. He cleared his throat before speaking, looking only at Tarentek now.

"There are many reasons I could give you as for why we would never have to worry about something from the east, our flight being the least of them. My people are always in danger, especially from spies like you, rather than the 'great army' you have described. New Human Relics are found every day, so certainly those who learn it's ways first would seem to have a great advantage at first, but only a battle against a worthy foe would prove their strength." Her father smirked before continuing. "This is, of course, assuming that the 'Empire' you speak of is real."

Onyx understood her father's reaction, however she couldn't stand the smugness and pride that filled his voice. She was about to say something to try and make him listen, but he cut her off. "I would, however, like to know how you convinced my own daughter to lead you here. Useless as she is, she knows not to speak to other races, or even to leave them alive. At least, I thought so." He finished with a pointed glare at her, and she couldn't stop herself from stepping back a pace or two.

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Tarentek did not expect convincing their leader to be easy, and while he was not quite as accepting as he hoped, he knew that it could be going far worse. Raldel's skepticism was understandable, even if his people weren't as secluded as they were. All Tarentek had to do was provide compelling enough evidence to make him take the threat seriously.

"She brought me here because I showed what this enemy can do. I still bear the scars of the attack." He explained before pulling back his robe just as before, revealing the scars that still covered a large section of his body. They evidenced a weapon that gave burns, along with many smaller cuts, but above all, the scars showed that the enemy had weapons entirely unlike any Raldel's people had likely seen before. "I was hit by a glancing blow from one of the weapons they have learned to use. It was a small object, not unlike a fruit in its shape, but made of metal, or at least it looked like metal. In an instant, it went from being harmless on the ground, to creating a deafeningly loud fireball of light and heat. It was hard to tell in the moment exactly what happened, but I think it sent out many objects, like small bullets, in all directions. I was far enough away to only be wounded, but my allies closer to the weapon had their flesh torn from their bone. It is a weapon that would be easy to use against flying opponents such as your people. There are many other things I can describe to you about their capabilities, given enough time, but if you are still doubting their existence, then I would recommend you send scouts to the city of Amman, to the northeast. If you do not know its location, I can point it out on any maps you might have. They either captured or destroyed the city, but in either case, their soldiers would still be present. You could see for yourselves their numbers and advanced weaponry." Tarentek recommended.

[Assistant] Onyx tried to avoid looking at Tarentek when he revealed his scars to her father, she hoped she would never have to see anything so terrifying and gruesome ever again. She did, however, look at her father's reaction. He seemed to have turned to stone, frozen in place as he saw the brutal scars that criss-crossed Tarentek's side. It took him a moment to recover enough to speak again, and when he did it seemed like he was trying to keep all emotion from his voice. "It doesn't seem like you have any hidden motive for telling me this, but why would someone from Amman try to warn us of this? We've had little to no interest and interaction with your people ever since we first learned of their existence, and they have never shown much interest in us either." Her father motioned for her to come to his side, away from Tarentek. She thought for a moment and followed his command. It would be easier for her to stop a sudden attack from her father to Tarentek if she were closer to him anyway.


[System]
Age: 19
Position: Pilot
Appearance/Clothing:

Skills: Pilot, Navigation, Mechanic, Flyer, Drive, Astrogation, Streetwise, Zero-G, Carouse, Gun Combat (Pistol)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Larceny, Hijacking, Theft of Motorized Vehicles, Theft of Spacecraft, Contempt of Court
Additional Information: Never an actual member, but significant Browncoat leanings.
Weapons: One Enfield Revolver, and... that's it.
Possessions: Several piles of junk she keeps in her bunk/the cockpit, containing souveniers, knick-knacks, mementos and nothing of any real value.
Personality: April is compassionate, firey, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong, though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends. She can be something of an adrenaline junkie when it comes to making things go fast, though she never really puts herself or anyone else in danger. She also has a problem with authority about a mile wide - credit it to her upbringing.
History: April was born on a poor outer planet called Natawalk. Her parents were both Browncoats who died in the rebellion, so for as long as she can really remember she was raised by her uncle. As she grew up, she quickly discovered a talent for piloting, driving, and otherwise operating vehicles, as well as an ability to make them go. She left her home at sixteen years old to make her own way in the star system, immediately beginning a crime spree of hijackings, joy-rides, and Robin-Hood style redistribution of wealth.

[User]
As the ship was powering up to break atmo Iean gave a small prayer in Chinese to the grave thrusters. He sat on the stairs and held on to the rail calmly. He watched to ensure the bay door closed and the seal light came on. Iean went from the loading deck to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup of water he walked out to his room to the side of medical second level. closing the door behind him he took a few steps to water the Bonsai tree on the desk. he sat the cup down and took out a book to read. Things looked to be interesting with the new group. He would need new verses to inspire courage in the others.

As Iean read he tried not to focus on the vibrations of the hull or the fight between natural gravity and the artificial gravity. Space travel was better to the shepherd the thought of natural gravity and his Tai chi training taught Iean how forces could tear something apart. The academy training reaffirmed this with numbers. Most hull stress was created during the exit of a planets take off. Fireflies weren't exactly cutting edge of tech in the sky. They were easy to repair even if the mechanic was only half awake. It was the main reason they sold so well. Iean would check on the rest during chow.

[Assistant]
The woman pursed her lips, silently praying to Buddha or Got that these unscheduled stops wouldn't become a habit. "Well, no mei mei. I was actually hoping to do some shopping. Maybe buy a hat. Just thought you might like to come with." She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the young girl's wrist. "But now you have to go race into the black. Just try not to fly like you stole this ship every launch, hey? I'll see you at dinner." With those words the Companion let go and smiled at Hannah getting along with the newcomer. She watched them scurry off and was only briefly concerned that their bond was building almost exclusively over their fondness for stuff that blows up.

The hacker stopped for the briefest of courtesies that Chang'e was momentarily shocked. He's usually a deaf mute around her. "And Richard is fond of you, Benson. Although Garry frightens him I think." He left without answering. It was progress for the quiet man. She watched the hangar bay doors close with a wistful gaze and wondered at what she was walking away from here. She then turned on her heel and walked through the hangar, up onto the ladder, and into the kitchen. She caught the preacher in passing and offered a polite nod.

She fished a tin kettle out of a neatly stacked arrangement of plates and began to go through the motions of boiling tea leaves and water to make the nectar that makes life worth living.

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April chuckled and bowed to the companion with mock formality. "Alright, Daije, I'll take her out gentle for you. See you around." With that, she scrambled off down the ship, hurrying to her chair in the cockpit. She reached the bridge quickly, taking care to sidestep the piles of junk and knick-knacks she had left scattered across her space, before leaping into the seat and buckling herself in.

Throwing a comm headset around her ears, April spoke quickly while beginning the launch sequence, eager to be flying again. Truth be told, she felt more comfortable piloting or driving something than she did on her own two feet - too long on the ground and she started to feel restless. Her uncle'd always said the girl should have had wheels instead of legs - that didn't sound so bad to her.

"Alright everyone, this is your pilot speaking. It's a beautiful day here in Bumfucknowhere, shame we have to be departing so soon. Sit back, enjoy the ride, and let April take you places."

She moved a joystick and felt the engines respond, closing her eyes as the ship roared to life. "Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Cyrek, you're a grease monkey, but you're a damn good one. Initiating take-off, stand by to break atmo."

It was a gentle takeoff... as takeoffs by April Cooper went. The ship moved horizontally at first, picking up speed as it did so... until April yanked back on the stick and the ship went almost vertical, hurtling up towards the atmosphere. "Wooooooo! Heart of Gold, on the road again!"

[Assistant]
Benson was sitting on his bed, completely unsecured, with his admin desk resting against his legs and his fingers dancing across the screen. The diagnostics check that was infinitely running during power-up and take-off had a slight bug in it, and he had to surf the code and fix the problem.

Garry was occupying himself- itself, actually, but Benson charitably assigned it a gender for the sake of allusion- by trying to hack into his admin desk with its limited capacity. Each time the small somewhat aware artificial intelligence came close to breaking through the admin desk's firewalls, a small light blinked on the desk- and Benson quickly sent a small virus to Benson, giving the advanced firewalls time to repair themselves and shore themselves back up, while Garry suddenly acted like a dog for a minute as the AI counterhacked the virus he sent.

It was the only thing that brought a small smile to Benson's face, not since he'd first joined the crew months ago.

Then the ship abruptly started rising, and he shifted his attention back to the admin desk, wondering why April didn't do her usual address-the-crew. And, of course, his diagnostics had shut down several non-critical systems, such as the intercom.

Then he pitched off the bed and smacked into the floor, as the ship suddenly jerked about, destabilizing Benson's careful and precarious position on the edge of his bed- right in the middle of the room, too, since he didn't like being too close to walls.

He sat up, rubbed his head, and then decided that he needed to do something. His mother always told him to go out and do something, after all. As if he ever actually listened to her. Several moments of careful contemplation later, Benny decided it wouldn't hurt, sent a counter-virus to eliminate his surprisingly resilient dog program that was affecting Garry, gave the short follow me whistle- before exiting his room, Garry scurrying placidly behind him.

He passed anyone in the corridor with not a word, just a glance at their eyes, a glance at their attire, before he continued on- the equal of another's enthusiastic "Hello!" He passed by in his usual quiet, stoic self, making his way to the bridge. Once he walked through the door, he stepped carefully, casually over all April's junk, hardly glancing at it- he had long since memorized the placement of it all, and April had long since stopped really doing anything with the junk blocking the doorway, and made for the chair on the opposite side of the cockpit, sitting down, plugging his admin desk into the console, and then just staring out into the void, as April tried her best to tear apart the ship fly in a straight line to find and use the best escape trajectory possible.

He sat in his chair [subtly buckling himself in] and brought his feet up to rest on the edge of the seat, admin desk again on his knees and legs. But he didn't work on the ship's systems- his eyes seemed to reflect that he was watching much more than just the empty black, that he was seeing things that no one else could. Of course, an active imagination brought that- he was seeing nothing more than memories and different, alternate ideas on how things could have gone, from his death to a flourishing life planetside, rather than in the sky.

Then he turned his eyes on the young April, and asked, "What do you see, out there?"

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Hannah helped Silas get his things into the grav locker, inputting the lock code just as the cargo hatch began to close. She grinned—she loved takeoff. Up in the black, nothing ever really felt fast like it did when they were breaking the atmosphere.

"Here, Mister Fairbanks," she said as the cargo hold pressurized for liftoff. "Buckle up." She grabbed the 'buckles' in question from a tangle hanging on a hook at the side of the hold—in reality, just heavy-duty bungee cords. She held one out to him, and clipped another to the buckle of her own belt—not exactly safe, or all that secure, but it would stop her from getting thrown across the room, at least. Honestly, the only other ship Hannah had ever been on, she'd traveled in a crate—this seemed perfectly safe to her.

And a good thing too—April took off with her usual flair, and Hannah cheered as her feet flew out from underneath her. She was suspended for a moment by the bungee cord tethered to the back of her belt, and then the artificial gravity asserted itself and her feet came crashing back to the deck. Unhooking the cord with the air of long practice, she smoothly stuck out hands and feet from her position to one side of the hold to catch crates and barrels rolling. When she had to resort to ducking and catching a falling sheaf of documents on her back, she started whistling again, rolling them back to their proper places.

When she was done, Hannah dusted off her hands and turned back to Silas with a bright smile. "And that's liftoff!" she said cheerfully. "Care to take the tour? There's really not much to see, but it's good to know where you eat, yknow?"

[Assistant]
The crew had gotten things in order quickly, which pleased the crew boss; now they could get on their way. What didn't please her so much was that she heard no announcement over the com saying anything about a take off and she heard the ship power up to do just that. "What in bloody hell, she knows to announce a take off before she powers up!" the captain exclaimed.

 Captain had taken a detour to the cargo bay to secure a few things at the last minute and was just making her way up the stairs to the main deck of the ship when the ship started to take off without warning. Grabbing the railing of the stairs quickly with one hand and locking a foot under a stair she leaned against the railing and braced herself. The initial thrust pulled her back slightly but she managed to hold her footing as they broke atmo. Taking another cigarette out she lit it and made her way angrily towards the cockpit.

 Taking a long pull as the gravity force returned to normal, Captain continued on her way. Walking through the kitchen area she took long strides until she reached the bridge.

 "Where in the hell was the Gorram announcement so people can brace themselves?" Captain snapped as she held the cigarette between her lips and placed a hand on the edge of the console as she entered in a few things. The course had be rerouted to take them a bit further out than the direct route that had been planned but she had good reason for the course change.

 "Reaver attack," she said as she pointed to the center of their previous course. "Longer travel time is better than dead," she added as she pushed the smoke out of her lungs and between her teeth. "Still, stay alert. No auto pilot this trip."

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April still had a broad, idiot grin plastered on her face as the ship broke atmo, the rush and clattering of friction giving way to pure, smooth inertia. Not a bad take-off, if she dared say so herself.

The door opened behind her, and in came Benson the quiet and his little pet robot. He was in her part of the ship pretty often, doing... whatever it was he did (which was not to say she didn't respect his work - more, she didn't understand it). He was usually silent, though, which is why the girl actually jumped a little when he said something to her. "What do you see, out there?"

April peered out into the blackness. "I... dunno? Space? Darkness? Adventure? The true frontier? The thing I'm gonna still be staring at when yall get to go to sleep?" She glanced over to him. "Why? What do you see out there?"

The quiet conversation was cut off when the captain burst into the room, cursing up a storm about April's alleged lack of take-off announcement. "Your hearing must be going, Cap'n," the pilot shot back. "Announcement came through loud and clear." She began to fiddle with a panel off to the side of the cockpit. "Here, let me show you on the log aaaand fuck me sideways, intercom's down." The girl sighed. "Well, let's hope nobody broke nothing."

Though she didn't let on, a chill went down her spine at the captain's second order. Better late than dead. Better dead than Reavers. This was going to be a long flight.