[System]
Appearance: Russel is tall and lean, around 6 foot.
Super Name: Teek
Age: 19
Human/Machine/Other: Alien (He's not actually part of a certain species)
Powers: Telekinesis- The ability to move, warp, throw, etc. etc. things with his mind. This power can be used on an incredibly large scale, but the more effort he has to put into affecting his target, the more exhausted and weakened he will be.
Regeneration- His abnormal genetics allow him to heal wounds on his body. As with telekinesis, the more effort he has to put into healing a wound, the more exhausted he will be.
Weakness: Seeeeeeeecreeeeeeeeet.
Personality: Russel is a quiet person. But that doesn't mean he likes to stay in the sidelines. He enjoys working with others, as long as they're personable. Russel won't stand for people being picked on by people stronger than them.
Grade: Third Year
Club: He sort of just hangs around wherever he's feeling like at the time, if people let him. He would probably commit to a single club if it interested him enough.
Other: Powers. He never takes his respirator off, and rarely speaks.

[User]
Upon coming to Sky High, Xiu Yong was immediately placed into on-campus housing when her host family decided against having her at the last minute. By on-campus housing, that meant taking refuge on an unused multipurpose classroom hastily converted into a make shift bedroom. Afterall, Sky High wasn't intended to have dormitories. She didn't mind at all though. With the massive windows of the classroom overlooking the land below the hovering structure, she could barely tell she was technically in the basement of building.

The room had been used several times in the past for home economics, art and magic classes before the school had the funds to upgrade and give those classes their own private rooms; meaning the furniture necessary for all it had been used for had been left around the massive room. With a full stove cook top, oven, refrigerator and etc available as well as prop beds from the drama department, she honestly felt she was living it up far better than she would be had she stayed with a host family. The only down side was that she had to use the gym's showers and bathrooms on the upper floor when necessary. It wasn't all bad--she did get first pick of the shower room lockers to store her items in after all.

After contacting her parents who remained back in China, it wasn't difficult to convince them to send money to decorate, which she still needed to do. Today, as she locked her makeshift apartment behind her with her large luggage bags mostly unpacked, she was dressed in her usual outfit with silver jewelry adorning her chest. She turned to find Mr. Adam, the Magic teacher, waiting for her. With a nod from both their parts, he led the way up to the gym where several students from buses that had pulled in before the current crew's. She parted ways with the teacher and settled in at the back of the crowd. She was eager to meet others, but found herself at a loss for words. Maybe it was that everyone spoke fluent English around her that intimidated Xiu, maybe it was just that she was a stranger despite her age.

Regardless, she backed away from the crowd and settled in instead against the back wall near the door with her arms folded behind her and her head down. She set herself apart from the others... for the time being, at least. Maybe she'd have the courage to approach someone later.

[Assistant]
@yukisaa

Listening to the explanation about what his metal could handle, Zaheer nodded but some of the information that was given to him sort of went through one ear and out the other but what he did make out of it was that his metal could handle certain guns but very powerful weapons of death...he would not come out unscathed. Now, when explaining the damage he can cause with his power, a huge grin appeared on Zaheer's face as it flashed his fangs he naturally had. Oh maaaan...I wish I coulda been there to see that. Ah! That means I can see it soon since we get to test our power here!! No...actually I would like to see you fight someone! No...how about... before he could get out all he could say, Zaheer noticed a familiar face. The girl...no, one of the twins he saw on the bus. She came up while he and Dimitri was having a conversation but really didn't mind because this just meant that, Zaheer had another person he could ask about their abilities.

When the girl came up, she seemed to already know Dimitri but then brought her eyes upon Zaheer, asking who he was. She was quite pretty to him as he hesitated to take in her scent before speaking I'm Zaheer....aka, Wildside! You...you're that double girl from the bus. Who are you? he said with a fang baring smile on his face Do you have cool powers too like Metal man? he asked, ignoring the announcement about the class and year gathering arrangement.

[User] Gretchen smiled politely as she listened to the speech, and then headed to Gym 3. Looking around, she sees a few different people, but none she recognised fully. She wasn't really looking hard enough, anyways. Sitting down on the floor, she pulls out her notebook and begins sketching an idea for a bodysuit for flame powers.

[Assistant] Dimitri nodded in greeting to Eve and Ava as they approached him and Zaheer, however he was a bit too preoccupied listening to Zaheer to verbally respond. He tried to multitask between paying attention to both his newfound friend and the announcments at once, not really seeming distressed until Zaheer mentioned his desire to see Dimitri in combat. For just a sliver of a moment Dimitri's smile became strained as he fought the desire to frown. He was never really one for combat, in fact, he'd come to learn how to use his powers for anything other than punching people in the face in the name of justice. As people where being guided to their assigned areas, Dimitri stood and began to move with the second year crowd towards gym 2. He would have offered a farewell to Wildside and the twins, however as both parties were currently engaged in conversation he refrained from doing so out of politeness. At any rate, if any of them happened to be second years, they'd surely find him rather quickly, especially Zaheer, if his location of Dimitri earlier was anything to go by.

[User]
The fins lining the top of Ptolemy's head wiggled as he entered Gym 3, glancing around at the other 3rd Years. Familiar faces. He even spotted the Magic Studies club, or the MSc, among their number. He was only really friends with the new president, and the others viewed him more as a source of esoteric knowledge, the Atlantean's having a far better grasp of the more outlandish and odd magic's than the Land-bound. Part of his nomination for Vice-Presidency at the end of Year 1, and now it was time to start thinking up a replacement. Golem was the first to come to mind. The boy had a way with kabbalah, but he would wait and see what the 1st Years could bring to the table. He wiggled his toes in his sandals, unsure of what to do.

It was the arrival of Mr. Adam and another student which saved him from his uncertainty. He observed her body language for a moment, horizontal and vertical eyelids coming to squint. She gave off a familiar impression, and one he had become very good at giving off himself. Either she wanted to be left alone, or she did not know where to really begin. His expression remained flat, but his gills fluttered in consideration. With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved over to join the other student against the wall to her side, casting her a stiff nod as a silent greeting. Best not to push it for now.

[Assistant]
Eve looked at the smiling with a fang. "I'm Eve... aka Poison Ivy, but most people call me Ivy and this is my sister Ava... aka AI, she doesn't like to talk much." said Eve, giggling to herself. hearing the announcement about the going to the 3rd gym for year 3, she pulled her sister by the neck again, and started to walk slowly away before yelling out and waving to the other two. "you'll have to wait and see" i said, walking away with my sister behind me. both the twins got to the 3rd gym, when Ai decided to get away from her sister and hangout with her own friends, whom she spotted around the wall.

@King Tai@Melodia Alluna
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"come sit down in this corner, well start the testing in 5 minutes to see which class everyone would be place in" said Ms. Chantal for the 3rd year students.
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"come sit down in this corner, well start the testing in 5 minutes to see which class everyone would be place in" said Miss. Hefty for the 2nd year students.
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"come sit down in this corner, well start the testing in 5 minutes to see which class everyone would be place in" said Mr. Smith for the 1st year students.

[User] Jack, with his hood over his head made his way to the first gym for "power placement"without knowing what it was, he hoped that he didn't have to show the extent of his power, primarily because searching for a limit for ink is like trying to go to the edge of the universe,it is simply fruitless.

[Assistant] Erin gave a small Salute to the others as she walked into gym two and sat in the corner for the power placement to begin, "I wonder if I should go all out this time?" She asked herself as she busied herself with her drawing pad, sketching out a point of view from the end of a tank barrel. .

[User]
While having his conversation, Zaheer heard Dimitri leaving while keeping his attention on Eve. When introducing herself and her sister, his smile continued to shine looking at these girls. cool cool...like the names!! he said. Yeah,they were pretty and since they were leaving for class, he just continued to stare at the girls as Eve..or should he say Ivy was giving him a tease that he would have to check out her and her sister's abilities later. He was going to be sure to catch that when the time came. Met a new friend today and a pretty girl. Seems like today is starting off on the right foot.

As everyone was leaving, Zaheer followed Dimitri's scent to the gym he headed to. Not considering that he may end up in the wrong one but if he gets it wrong, he'd simply find the one he's suppose to be in.

@MonsieurShade

[Assistant] Xiu looked to the new student and nodded back, blushing a little. He was a bit strange looking, but overall not hard to look at. She lifted her head to listen to the speakers come on and direct everyone to move to designated corners, which she complied in doing. Really, she was looking forward to seeing all the new students abilities.

[User] Dimitri complied with Ms.Hefty's directions and stood in the corner, visibly shaking with excitement as he awaited the results for this year. During the previous year Dimitri had managed to be assigned as a part of the hero classes, albeit just barely due to him just learning to use his abilities. This year would be different; He'd been practicing all summer, this time around he wasn't just going to squeak by. Dimitri's excitement began to manifest itself through his powers, as evident by the metal that began to creep up from his color bone all the way to his cheeks. He hardly noticed, being far too concerned with trying to take everything in at once.

[Assistant] After following Dimitri's scent to the gym that the 2nd years were meeting, Zaheer looked around confused and checked out the competition. He was about to ask what was going on before being directed to get next to the wall. With his fang shining smile, Zaheer turned to walk to the wall Hey when can I show my powers!? he yelled out.

[User]
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"Eve Ashkii, Ava Ashkii, Vincent McLain, Gretchen Anima, Prince Ptolemy of Atlantis, Xiu Yong, Vannessa and Russel, come to the stage and show me your powers please" said Ms. Chantal for the 3rd year students.
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"Dimitri Santos, Zaheer Aries and Erin Maxima, come to the stage and show me your powers please" said Miss. Hefty for the 2nd year students.
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"Jack darkhart, your up first kid, come to the stage and show me your powers" said Mr. Smith for the 1st year students.

Tai@Dancing Cloud@Blizz@Saarebas@MonsieurShade@The ghost in black@Melodia Alluna@Blizz@Player 2@ReaptheMusic@BurningCold

[Assistant]
As soon as Miss Hefty called for him to come forth with the others, Zaheer did not hesitate as he quickly dashed front and center in the gym. With a grin, he was about just show off any and everything he had but he needed to be careful not to do anything that could potentially hurt someone. Guys I need some room... he said ready to demonstrate what he could do.

To get things started, Zaheer closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them as a ghostly image of a toad flashed over him and disappeared a moment later. With that, Zaheer positioned his body like a toad and jumped half way across the gym. Landing, he looked around and noticing another student who was not paying attention, Zaheer let loose a long lashing tongue that grabbed a girl by her ankle and flung her towards him, catching her. From the shock and scream she gave, Zaheer set her back down and closed his eyes again as a ghostly image of a lion appeared above his head and disappeared.

Zaheer's eyes were gold like a lion's and his claws and fangs grew, letting out a roar of a lion as he noticed a punching back and leaped over like a lion, swatting at it, ripping it open from the power he unleashed. He looked upon the crowd of students and thought about what other ability he could show next. He then called forth the abilities of a spider monkey as the ghostly image of it came up next and disappeared. Zaheer's movements were like that of a monkey as he ran over to the rope and climbed it with us, holding on with one hand and flipped upside down. He continued on up to the rafters and swung from one beam to the next until he headed back to the ropes and climbed down just as easy as he did climbing up.

That's when a ghostly image of a Ram showed. Zaheer was so excited that he was about to overdo it trying to show off all the animal abilities he had but it was certain that he showed enough to be evaluated.

[User] Russel sidled up onto the stage. Russel tapped the side of his respirator a few times. At last, Russel said in a heavily modulated and somewhat otherworldly voice, "May I?"


[System]
Position: Student
Age: 15

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Proficiency/Abilities: Ashley has the powers of supernatural strength and agility. She is inhumanly strong, but also very fast. She uses her powers quite frequently. But if she uses them too often, she quickly becomes exhausted and worn down.

Identification: Ashley is just above average in height, being around 5'5. She has light brown skin with intense, deep chocolate brown eyes and penny colored hair that she holds is a high ponytail. Her hair is 90% straight, but it drastically curls near the bottom which is shoulder length in her ponytail and is neatly kept. She usually wears sporty clothing, such as a white tee-shirt with the numbers "63" on the front and back along with either neutral colored shorts or maroon sweatpants with athletic tennis shoes. She is toned, mostly in her arms. She often has a frown on her face and her eyebrows furrowed.

Personality: Ashley can be very aggressive to some people, especially since she is a rad feminist. She hates guys with a passion of a million fires. She likes to be in charge of things, especially sport related subjects. She respects most females, only if they aren't dating any guy, then she also hates that person. Her mood can change from 0 to 100 in a split second if something were to upset her. Although she can be aggressive, she enjoys hanging out with her very specifically chosen friends. She is also protective over her friends and isn't afraid to speak her mind.

Backstory: When Ashley was younger, she was dating someone who claimed to love her with all of his heart and she believed him 100%, returning his "feelings". But when he broke up with her for another girl, Ashley beat him up and declared that she would never love another guy. She then founded the rad feminist club, "Sisters United" she soon became a feared leader as she would attack any guys that came into sight. Nearing the end of middle school, she learned about "The Academy" from one of her loyal followers. She soon decided that she would join the school and continue Sisters United legacy.

Other: Rad feminist

[User]
Sitting back down, Ashley focused her attention back to the Headmaster as she finished her speech. She was disappointed that she didn't get to speak with Lalisa any further, maybe even ask her to join Sister's United. She sighed through her nose and shrugged her shoulders. She turned and glanced at the guy named "Fillan", regretting her decision to not punch him in the face, but then looked to the person next to him, an intimidatingly tall guy she didn't like the look of. Maybe she could punch him too, later, to make up for her mistake.

 Just then, a loud ringing sound rung out throughout the cavernous area. She jumped up to attention, looking around in alarm. Becoming irritated from standing and sitting repetitively she witnessed as the lights dimmed and slime-like substances started to pour in, quickly trying to surround them. She noticed as the slime substances took forms of various animals and humans. The other children around the darkened room took up fighting stances, pulling out weapons, preparing to fight the nasty creatures. Ashley quickly snuffed out her surprise and alarm and looked around the area for any sort of weapon to defend herself with. Not finding anything of use, she slammed her foot down onto the seat, splitting the wood in half. She then proceeded to pull off a large piece of wood, using it for some kind of makeshift dagger.

 Feeling a sense of pride for women, she ran swiftly into the heat of battle, where most of the slime creatures were at. There were many senior warriors in this area, protecting the weaker students. Deciding that she didn't need to be saved, she darted at one of the creatures, holding her "dagger" at mid height. It sensed her coming, turning around, but it was too late for it. Ashley slammed the stick into the creature's neck, and then kicked it off as it tried to grasp onto her. She was yet again alarmed by how similar these slime-substances looked to actual humans and other animals. She frowned, not liking about how little she knew about these monsters.

 Not wanting to be one-uped by any of the guys, even the senior warriors, she did this various times, soon becoming exhausted and fatigued. She huffed, her heart racing and her muscles becoming tired and sore. Ashley furrowed her eyebrows, refusing to stop, she pushed herself back into the middle of the battle. She tried continuing to fight but her body said otherwise. Ashley soon found herself surrounded in battle by multiple enemies, exhausted and tired, she gripped her makeshift dagger prepared to defend herself.

[Assistant]
Feine didn't feel in any danger from his opponent. An enemy could hurt you, yes, but that didn't necessarily mean they were a threat. So, Feine thought it'd be rather entertaining to show his dominance over the humanoid spirit by doing something else entirely, while also slightly keeping an eye on his foe's attacks - then dodging utilizing wind propulsion. But, unfortunately... Feine found that this wasn't such an easy task. In the end, he ended up paying more attention to dodging the attacks from his opponent.

"You - you know what? You're rather persistent. That doesn't mean anything, of course," Feine looked the spirit in the eyes as he began to communicate with it... even if it was unable to understand him. "In the grand scheme of things, I'm a major character in the world - you're a mere spirit, hardly even a minor character. Your name will fade away, but mine will never. In fiction, you exist as fodder for a hero to mow down, to show off what they can do. You're nowhere near on my level. And, finally - let me tell you that I let you hit me earlier."

Feine slowly, and confidently stepped towards the spirit, his scarf moving slightly as he moved. His hands were curled into fists, ready to strike at his opponent. Having his spear on him would be a major boon - he and the spear were two sides of one coin. Feine's wind magic was far more powerful if he had his spear nearby. For a second, he wondered - could he teleport it? Or was that merely a dream? Perhaps he could teleport it to his hands, but someone like Feine couldn't remember their thousands of talents. Even the best have limits, he thought.

"What is interesting about a story without conflict, drama? If everyone is excreting rainbows and all that rubbish, that's not very interesting, is it?" Feine explained... as he took a sudden step towards his enemy, a spirit. "I will finish you in one strike. It'll be as easy as taking pen to paper - no, easier."Feine stomped onto the ground, in order to bring himself closer to his opponent... and then, in an upwards sweeping motion, Feine grabbed hold of the spirit's claw. Feine chuckled - this made it easy, as Feine wasn't simply grabbing his opponent. No - the upwards motion he made with his hand had a purpose... a purpose that worked with Feine's wind manipulation.

A very temporary, but decently powerful gust of wind blew from beneath his opponent, which would propel them upwards... but Feine was grabbing onto his opponent, for an all too typical reason of the young writer - to boast.

"Oh, please. I'm the tiniest bit surprised that worked." Feine whispered to his opponent, the spirit. "As soon as I let go, you'll be knocked a slight distance into the air. Gravity will do the work, so enjoy that."Feine casually let go of his opponent and turned away with a snicker... though perhaps he was overestimating his abilities? The spirit landed on the ground, with wounded legs... however, Feine assumed that it was dead. How could a spirit resist Feine's grand power?

Feine analyzed the other students in the room. He thought he was done with his spirit... so it was time to move on to a new one.

The young writer noticed his new friend, the blonde haired Lalisa fighting spirits. Interestingly enough, she was using plant magic... and as it turned out, she'd turned a part of the floor into a field of flowers that Feine somehow didn't notice, in his battle frenzy. Lalisa was saying something, though. Something interesting.

She seemed to be chanting lines from Romeo and Juliet.

'... Those lines - in a fight? Is this an attempt to impress me?' Feine wondered to himself. 'Of course, that's natural. In the sea, the fish Remora latch onto certain larger fish of higher status. In the great big sea of life, I am one such larger fish. In this case, people try to impress me to make me do things for them, like their homework. And then I say no.'

While his new friend was fighting off spirits, Feine thought it'd be best not to interrupt. One didn't achieve excellence through being assisted through challenges - no, they achieved it by overcoming those challenges themselves.

However, eventually... one of the spirits rooted in place from Lalisa's magic broke free, and sent her tumbling to the ground. She still seemed to be quoting Romeo and Juliet, too, though Feine didn't quite hear enough of it to know what it was.

'Really? I can make exceptions regarding people who provide me inspiration. It's my way of giving back to them - if they give me inspiration, I may just help them out.' Thought Feine, as he looked upon the situation.

Feine dashed over to the spirit, which had charged towards Lalisa - and forcefully kicked it, without as much finesse as he hoped to use. But the attack seemed to get the job done, for the spirit was knocked to the ground.

Placing a foot onto the spirit's body, Feine spoke.

"Not many have the pleasure of being rescued by someone of such a level as I, Feine Rhiter," Feine said, calmly. "However, it is important to take fights seriously. If you were to die here, that would prove rather anti-climactic in the story of this Academy. These foes are fodder-"

As if to prove Feine wrong, he heard something moving towards him - it was the clawed, humanoid Spirit from earlier, the same one he'd fought previously. Feine went to finish it off, but he found that he was still standing atop the spirit that went to attack Lalisa.

With a sigh, Feine stood in place and waited for his previous, wounded opponent to come closer, so Feine could hit it with wind magic. In the meantime - Feine noticed some other students from before moving about. In particular, he noticed the wild man from earlier having a fierce punch-off with a spirit, seemingly holding his own. Immediately, Feine's mind moved back to... what else, but writing?

'That man... intriguing. He seems to be a talented fighter. I'll jot that down after this. Such a character trait could make for interesting scenarios, though many of these students seem interesting, now that I think about it.'

[User]
Done with his fight Mikale thought about helping the others, he dismissed the thought. Now was a perfect time to see the abilities of the other students. He spotted the aggressive girl from earlier, she was rushing in with daggers, is she an assassin perhaps? She has a lot of power if her launches, she appears to be pretty strong. "Why is she slowing down" Mikale thought, at this rate she will be overrun.

Mikale dashed over to the aggressive girl who was now surrounded by spirits, he ran to the center of them. "You really shouldnt bite off more than you can chew" He said as he joined the fight. As icky as they were he couldn't help but be fascinated by the spirits, He began to wonder how their shifting works, these also didn't appear to be as strong as the Old man's look a like. He almost got lost in thought as a wolf leaped at him, he kicked the wolf back into the crowd.

Mikale noticed the aggressive girl was short of breathe, he new the right thing would be to pick her up and retreat to safety but he disregarded that for two reasons, she wouldn't let him if he tried and she was still fighting. He saw a bit of himself in her will to not give up, to keep fighting against all odds, so he stayed and fought.

[Assistant]
Ashley huffed and side-eyed Mikale as he drew near her. He said something along the lines of "You really shouldn't bite off more than you can chew," as he joined her in the midst of the fighting. As if. She gripped her wooden dagger as she placed her hands on her thighs, trying to catch her breath, but the spirits didn't allow that for long. She ducked as one of them attacked, only a hair's length away from striking her.

 "Go away, I don't need your help," she called out to Mikale, who was also fighting off the creatures near her. She wasn't a damsel in distress, she didn't need saving. "You'll just be getting in my way," Ashley said while blocking an attack that almost knocked her off of her feet. She grunted and pushed forward, barely overcoming the slime-creature as she placed her makeshift dagger in it's chest. Breathing heavily, she posed in a fighting stance, waiting for her next attacker.


[System]
Super Powered Name: Lemur

Power(s): Wallcrawling (limited to rough surfaces), enhanced physical (agility, dexterity, durability), claws (permanent, from her regular nails), enhanced senses (including limited night vision).

Power Item: N/A

Appearance:

Allegiance: Hero

Personality: Curious and cautious are the best words to describe Amelia. She's got an insatiable curiosity and drive to know things, especially when it comes to something in her immediate environment. However, "curiosity killed the cat" has not applied to her for years, her cautious (and sometimes even timid) nature taking the forefront. Self-preservation and safety are high on her list when it comes to learning, so if she can't learn it from a book, she's not likely to pursue the knowledge. She has a strong sense of order, too, even if hers can come across as a little chaotic.

History: Born and raised in Grayshire, Amelia knew from the start that the quiet life she'd been born into was all she wanted. Sure, she had to go to the city to further her education, but living in a small town was comfortable and part of her dream for the future. Most of her time was spent helping her neighbours - the other residents of Grayshire - and volunteering at the local veterinary clinic. Her family consisted of her parents, her older brother, and her younger brother. Jacob, her older brother, had gone to the California to pursue a career in film, while their younger brother Terrence was still finishing high school.

When the Gray Bomb dropped, Amelia didn't notice an immediate difference. She felt overwhelmed, and the odor in the air was making her sick. She had hurried home to check on her family, trouble already brewing in the streets, and had discovered her father dead of a heart attack, and her mother trying to console Terry, but not coming close enough to touch him. Veins like lava were clear on him, and she swears her heart stopped for a full minute as she stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. She hurried and got a bowl of cool water and rags to put on Terry's skin, their mother hitting full-on hysterics as the faucet shot from its fixture and ricocheted in the kitchen. Whatever had been dropped on their town, Amelia had never felt fear like she did then.

Amelia wasn't home when the government's forces moved in on their town. She'd been at the grocery store, looking at nail files for her suddenly much longer, much sharper nails, and buying canned food in case anything was contaminated by the odorous gas. Everything fell to chaos so quickly, she's not sure who pulled her to safety through an emergency exit that had her ears ringing for a good hour after they'd left, but she wishes she could've gone back for Terrence. Her hopes have been dashed of finding him in New York City, hoping their catatonic mother had sprung to action and helped him, but her burning brother is nowhere to be found. Being in the city has Amelia constantly on edge, and she's starting to wonder if the claws she's gained aren't the only thing about her that's changed.

[User]
Amelia certainly hoped it didn't smell as bad in Grayshire, though she had a feeling there may be a trade-off with the odors. Still, being out of the actual sewers would be a welcome reprieve, and she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Momentarily caught off-guard by John's question, she took a moment to gather herself, her home in her mind's eye. "We were right by the post office, which was an easy commute for my mother," she responded with a small half-smile. "Not so much for my dad at the auto shop, though."

With a small jump over something particularly nasty, Amelia opened her mouth to question where John was from, when something unusual reached her ears. Coming to a full stop, she stood and turned her head to the side, listening carefully. A footstep outside theirs, and a small splash, she was sure of it. Not wanting to cause any major alarm, she slowly turned back to her newfound companion, picking up her pace to walk beside him, rather than trailing a little behind him.

"Someone else is down here," she whispered, muscles tense. Maybe she'd been right about someone following them before they went down the manhole. At the very least, she was pretty confident that if she couldn't do anything against their mystery company, John looked imposing enough to hopefully deter a large altercation. Jerome needed medical attention, and they couldn't waste much time dealing with an interested party. Whether or not they were hostile was a whole other issue altogether; following them down here was enough to put Amelia on edge.

[Assistant]
John gave Amelia a surprised glance when she jumped. "take him and get behind me," he said as he turned to face their uninvited tag along. It could be the man from earlier. A fight right now wouldn't be good. John couldn't tell Amelia to run. She wouldn't know how to get into Haven, and he was pretty sure he wasn't strong enough to handle him yet.

He still had to do something though. Dropping into a combat stance as he spoke, "whoever you are you have five seconds to identify yourself, and to give me a reason not to rip you in half." If this person was a threat he would have to make sure that Amelia got Jerome out of here. In a lower tone now, "if this comes to blows I need you to run, and find a place to wait for me."

[User]
The interior of the old building Carol was in had seen better days. After getting a handle of standing and walking she took a moment to think over things. Clearly she did not come out of Grayshire unscathed by the chemical bomb. Or as it turns out her wheelchair didn't. How did that even work, it was made of metal? "Alright Carol, deep breaths. You've got to be dreaming." That's about all that made sense right? This kind of thing was never mentioned in the news. Not that Carol ever payed much attention to the news. Perhaps she should.

After testing her strength a little bit she could see that it was getting late. If she didn't get back before too long then people would begin to wonder where she'd gone off to. It was time to turn back to normal. Changing last time was done with just a thought. And that was exactly what she tried to do. But honestly, given the circumstances who would want to go back to normal so quickly?

When that didn't work Carol had a bit of a panic. She couldn't go out there looking like she did. No way to hide. She would stick out like crazy and probably look crazy on top of that. Maybe she should call so no one would worry. It then occurred to her that her phone had been in her pocket and now she had no pockets. After fumbling around she managed to find that her phone was trapped under one of the plates on her hip. At least it wasn't crushed or something, but she was going to have to figure out how to get to it before long.

Opening the door she peaked out. The streets weren't all that busy but walking would definitely get her spotted. Maybe she could jump onto the buildings? She really didn't think this through and about now Carol wanted to kick herself. But not able to think of many other options she exited the building when there was an opening and crouched down. Pushing off the ground Carol launched herself into the air. Easily clearing the three story building she flew to the height of a ten story building. After the initial surprise there was amazement, and then the realization that she had gone over the building and tumbled into street on the other side. "Oh crap!"

Failing miserably at being stealthy an armor clad girl fell from the sky right into traffic. Up immediately, Carol was met by the grill guard of a truck. While the impact didn't entirely hurt it did knock her into the next car. Well now that that plan was ruined it was time to run. It was still a bit awkward for her but she managed, getting spotted by far too many people. In the chaos she dashed into an alley and tried the jump again. Coming a little short this time was okay because she was able to lift herself up and over to the roof. Pretty sure she was out of sight she stopped to catch her breath. Carol's heart threatened to beat out of her chest. By now she was hoping that she would just wake up. So much for keeping her powered self a secret.

[Assistant]
The sound waves of voices aren't very loud, but for Elijah the can be heard from a mile away if he wished. Whispers were hard to detect, and so they are hard to amplify, but in his current situation, Elijah wasn't taking any chances. As he ran silently down the stone path underneath the streets of New York, he was able to make out the footsteps more clearly. The sound waves that were coming from their footsteps changed patterns, and eventually stopped. Something was going to happen, but he didn't know what just yet. Elijah slowed to a fast paced walk through the mucky sewers, moving silently like a cat in the night. When their footsteps stopped, so did Elijah.

The tension that built in the few moments of rest was almost unbearable, the young man who could manipulate sound was about ready to turn tail and run. The only thing that stopped him was the stern voice that came from the two's direction. The man made it clear he was aware of Elijah's presence and was confident enough to be hostile without worry. Elijah started to panic. His heart beat felt like a hammer on his chest, the sound of his heart in his ears sounded louder than a bass drum. Elijah couldn't think straight, and all of a sudden everything seemed louder to him.

The sounds were coming from everywhere, which only added to the anxiety he was feeling in this moment. One thing, louder than all the sounds of the sewer, that distracted him, was the sound of John's voice again. He said something to Amelia, about getting her to a safe place if this came to blows. However, it wasn't the words that caught his attention, but the tone, the sound waves fluctuation. He was also nervous. Thoughts ran through Elijah's mind, and all of a sudden he had a make-shift plan to deescalate the situation. But, he needed to calm his voice in order for it to work. Elijah didn't have room to make mistakes, if this went wrong, he would surely suffer the consequences.

Elijah took a few breaths, and focused all his power into one area. The surrounding area around both Amelia and John. All the sounds that entered this area, or were in this area now seemed surround sound, making them seem like they are everywhere. Now, all Elijah had to do, was speak and it would seem as if  He was everywhere. Leaving Elijah no real option, he spoke in hopes to both confuse them and secure his own safety. Elijah spoke his most calmest of tones, "You wont kill me... You're not a killer." He paused to add dramatic affect, than continued, "I know you, John Gruger, and I know your partner, Amelia Kersey."

Elijah paused, to see if he could detect any sound coming from them, and than he continued. Elijah squeezed his eyes shut trying to remember everything they said about their personal live in order to reinforce his plan. He continued to speak in his low monotone, "Both lived in Grayshire, Amelia living by the post office with her mother and Father, and you John Gruger, Oh Mister 'Dr. Stigma'". Elijah tried to recall everything John revealed about himself, but he couldn't remember anything John said that may have been to persanol. So he bluffed it, like he was with this plan.

"Don't even get me started on you, John..." Elijah felt like he'd said enough, anymore ambiguity might give away his plan, and spoil his motives. "I know both of you. Rip me in half? I doubt it. John, you're one of the good guys. It's why you're carrying Jerome Owens, Brother of the vice president of Jtechs, to haven." Elijah, didn't know if this was going to work, but he needed it to be believable. So he decided to incorporate some more 'reinforcement' .

Elijah looked around frantically trying to spot something that was making noise, he spotted the nasty sewer water. He was willing to risk his hygiene in order to solidify the response he was trying to capture. Elijah dipped his hand in the water, and amplified the sound waves of the flowing filth. He didn't making the flowing water louder, instead he made the sound waves lower, creating a serious vibration that shook the ground. It shook underneath their feet. Unfortunately that Was the Extent of Elijah's power so he needed to wrap things up quickly. He spoke again, a bit rushed this time, "Don't try to find me. I can make this whole sewer coming crashing down." Elijah said sternly, bluffing about the sewer. "Just continue to Haven...." Eliajh was starting to feel the affects of of the continuous use of his powers. Elijah Stopped using his power, and waited, hoping they would just continue walking.

Draco@Wisp

[User]
Ved

 He smiled softly, taking a look down at the pizza he had been eating, and wondered what color the nano chips would have been if looked at under a microscope. Having complete control over electronic technology had some genuine perk, including access to every nano-chip and explosive in the world, as well as the ability to create them with ease as long as he had the parts, which were easy to get and plentiful, he just had to feed them into a hyper-accurate 3-d Nano printer he had built. He had a small army of the devices, enough for every person in the planet to be fitted with seven hundred chips all of which only took up the same amount of space as a brick would, and all of which were spread throughout his home, and surrounded him in a protective swarm with a count number of about 3 billion. With these chips he was near unstoppable, as his personal escort of chips had healing factors, and were capable of interacting with the world around him.

 Looking at his wrist, he sent an activation code, causing the chips that Lexx had consumed to awaken, and begin spreading throughout his body. They focused on major areas, about 800 attaching to his brain and activating a connection that would be considered psychic if it wasn't caused by science. "You can't leave me Lexx." He whispered into the mans head through the comm setup the chips had created.

[Assistant]
Amelia took Jerome from John without complaint, taking a moment to make sure the unconscious man was still breathing. Though he wasn't stirring, his breathing was steady enough, and she hefted him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was a bit different, carrying him without moving, and she shifted her own weight accordingly so she wouldn't topple over or drop him.

"Understood," she responded lowly, a small nod reinforcing her agreement.

A voice echoed around them, and Amelia cringed at the volume of it. She couldn't identify the direction it was coming from, but it was clear this person had been listening in on their conversation - she quietly swore under her breath at that. Still, if this person was really as omnipotent as they were trying to sound, they would've known about her brothers - and with no word on them, she knew they'd simply been eavesdropping. With a frown etched into her features, she once again shifted her weight to steady herself when the sewers trembled. Was the other guy trying to bring them down? She was tempted to pass Jerome off to John again and just backtrack; it wasn't like she couldn't find her way back to John, after all.

Still, it seemed safer to let John call the shots for now, though she shuffled back a bit, adjusting Jerome when he started to slip from her grip. "I don't like this," she muttered, just loud enough for John to hear.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Skrik observed that the rabbit was skittish. It might be a big target but it still valued its survival and with all that fat it probably didn't need to eat desperately enough to fight over it. He calmed his mind, focusing on expanding his awareness while staying focused on the horned rabbit. His Butcher's Insight would help him predict the beast's movements and land a good hit, as would his Pierce skill. He held his Short Spear in his left hand to keep it off the ground and away from things that might make sound. In his right, he readied a Poisoned Light Javelin.

His target was the center of mass of the horned rabbit. He hurled the javelin while keeping his movements silent and used the follow through motion to carry his right hand to join his left on the short spear's shaft. He would be ready with both hands on the weapon if the javelin was not enough to bring down the larger rabbit.

He did have one lingering concern. He had tried to place himself between the rabbit and its den. But, that meant that anything in its den would be behind him. He would have to focus his vision on the prey in front of him and trust his ears to detect anything that might come from another direction.

EXP: 8

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Crude harness, Rabbit hide pouch, 1 wooden short spear, 3 (Numbing) Poison light javelins,.

Treehouse Camp: 1 Stout sapling, 7 (Numbing) Poison light javelins, 2 (Numbing) Poison practice javelins, rabbit bones (2 sets, lacking skulls), leaf pouch of wood shavings, 30 smooth pebbles

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills:
Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded
Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor.

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

-Flint from starting cave.
-Horned Rabbits from local area near berries, just a bit upriver from Tree Camp
-Sand from around the pond
-Prism crystals from bottom of pond
-Fist sized rocks from the river

Crafting goal list:
-Rock jars with wood stoppers sealed with "wax" (drill hole partway through round rock)
-Flint tipped spears
-Flint knife (hide wrapped grip for better use)
-Horn tipped javelins
-flint throwing stones (kunai)
-Meditation crystal array (prism crystals arranged around a candle to help him focus on magic training)
-Drill (spinning stick with grains of sand to grind a hole)
-Fire starting set (two sticks and a wad of tinder)
-Fire place (Ground level near base of Tree Camp)

-Pool Contents
-Flow of 'strength' through web of life (Magic 101)
-Balance between living and dead (Religion 101)
-Small game trapping (Snares)
-Large game trapping (Claw, Jaw, Pit, Tree traps)
-Properties of Numbing Oil
-Poisonous plants and secondary properties
-Stone Shaping (Knapping)
-Woodworking
-Rope Making
-Fire (How to: Make, maintain, strengthen, weaken, store, and focus, as well as a behavioral analysis)

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Luz

@Jangel13

Luz went all out on her assault but to her surprise, most of her attacks hit nothing but air, and the few that did land on him was only able to land on small parts of his flesh, It was now clear to her that Gird dodging capability was now on a whole nother level from what it before. After 15 seconds of none stop punch throwing Luz then decided to jump backward twice creating a gap of 10 yards between the two so that her body can get a small break; however, she did not let her guard down for she kept in her boxer stance and watched him like a hawk.

"Damn you were not kidding. Your reaction time and agility is something else." She told him sounding impressed however she did not waste any more time talking for if Gird were to attack her then and there while she fapping her gums she would have no one to blame but herself. Luz then decided to use her craw and swing it down at the vines that held her spear on her back before grabbing her spear behind her on its way down before turning her spear backward so that the pointed end was pointing away from him and taking a combat stance where it easier to thrust the butt of her spear in his direction.

It was then clear that Luz knew that Gird new form created a gap of power between them so in order to win Luz must pull out all the stops. she then charges at him and getting into striking distance before she begins rapidly thrust the butt of her spear at him. then after the 6 thrust, Luz decided it was finally time to start using it. So she pulled the spear back after her 6 thrust and aimed it at his gut, then she thrust it faster than normal using her skill Quick Strike then regardless of rather not it actually hit or not she would then keep thrust so long as Gird was still on his using Quick Strike every 2-3 thrust.

[User]
Ghoul Gird  Just some harmless training > this is going to hurt /// Day 6 // Morning

Gird was quite impressed himself in his current abilities and the addition of a new fighting stance just made him feel all the stronger. But then she backed off giving more room in-between the two, a good strategy against someone that needs to get up and personal. He watched her movements for a little while. Luz's body language was telling him she was going to come at him again.

In the brief moment of her complement Gird whispered to the spirit he was carrying around with him, "Gobta after this I might need some of your knowledge about healing. Because this is going to hurt." He was well aware of what he was doing. It wouldn't be very fair for him to gain all the skills and have his friend gain nothing in return. That and with what he was about to do he knew it would test his Stone Skin skill.

Luz charged from her position the blunt end of her spear facing him. Gird resisted all of his natural instincts to dodge and instead he focused on blocking the strikes with his for arms and legs but otherwise taking every hit. Planting his feet deeper hit after hit to stay upright and resist his friend's strength to throw him to the ground. Taking the last blow to his stomach he dropped to one knee momentarily. Taking a moment to stand back up and resume his defensive position.

EXP: 0

Inventory: Purple Book

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Old Goblin Healer Skull named Gobta,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin, Deathly movements, Dead whispers, Stone Wind Stance,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:


[System]
Image:
Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Religion:
Buddhist (barley)

Weapons of choice:
Pistols and small blades.

Weapon on them:
Dajil generally carries an old Glock 17, a handy semi-automatic pistol with an automatic fire mode for when needed.
He also has a small curved knife which is concealed easily on his person at all times.

Known to the law and police force:
6/10

Corruption level:
10/10

Personality:
Dajil is often unpredictable or rash in his decisions, going with whatever he feels is the best course of action at the time. He is a career criminal and it shows in how he behaves, acting both threateningly and violently much of the time.

He has a quick and dirty mind, likely gained from a youth emerged in western culture and all manner of sordid things. All of that said he isn't a complete animal and knows when to behave himself, after all he is still relatively young and knows that there are lots of bigger fish out there who could swallow him in one gulp. To those who earn his trust and respect Dajil can actually be quite an ally to have in your corner. He is mostly loyal, although truth be told he would sell his mother and sisters for the right price.

Bio:
Some people know of Dajil, his reputation amongst certain crowds growing. That being said he also has attracted more than a few enemies, including quite a few of the local police force who would love nothing more than to arrest the young criminal and 'lose him' in the system. Always looking for work Dajil has recently heard of a deal going down on outskirts of Mumbai, quickly getting himself involved with the promise of 70,000 rupees as payment.

Killable:
Yes

[User]
Mandeep sat quietly at the meeting point. He was cleaning his desert eagle, checking his ammunition. He'd arrived in advance, as he usually did to anything.

When he had heard the promise of seventy thousand rupees, he'd immediately accepted. It was quite an easy task: in about ten to fifteen minutes, two gangs would meet up and do a drug deal. He and some other hired hands would have to stop the deal. Simple. He had never heard of either of the two men organizing the deal, but apparently one should be left untouched if Mandeep wanted to stay alive: the leader of the Indian Mafia. The lack of police sirens or constantly honking cars was pleasant, and he basked in the sun. A few birds twittered, and a cool breeze swayed his air and shirt.

Now he began to wonder who his companions would be in this operation. Would they be very skilled in this kind of thing, or relatively new like him?

[Assistant]
Dajil fidgeted in the back of the taxi, the heat today making him as uncomfortable as it always did. The taxi of course had no air conditioning and the old driver was blaring out some old world music, some Hindustani classical that only served to sour his mood as they approached the train station where he would meet his accomplices. As the old man pulled up Dajil gazed out into the crowds of people that were pouring in and out of the old building and sighed again. Heat and crowds, two things you could be sure of in Mumbai. He slipped on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, adding to his ensemble as he was dressed in stylish clothes and if it weren't for his dark complexion and features he could have even been mistaken for a tourist.

He handed the old man 80 rupees and ignored him as he mumbled something, stepping out into the heat of the day and immediately making his way into the crowded station. He headed directly towards the back room that had been selected for their rendezvous with a quick glance around, always on the lookout for loitering goons. Seeing nothing but the usual crowds of people going about their day to day business he slipped into the room and prepared to meet his partners.

The room itself was relatively bare and run down, but he was much more interested in the man who was already sat there polishing a large handgun and counting through his magazines. Closing the door behind him Dajil took a brief moment to take in his appearance, he was older and wearing some burgundy polo shirt. He had the look about him of someone who had been given a rough deal, or so Dajil thought, and he looked almost stereotypically Indian.

"Dajil" he said flatly, introducing himself to this stranger. He moved across the room quickly and took a seat opposite the man, but not before reaching into his waist and pulling out his own weapon. "Desert Eagle?" he asked with a smirk admiring the weapon before gesturing to his own. " Glock 17" he began "obviously not as powerful as yours, but much easier to obtain the ammunition and has an automatic fire feature that is quite impressive".

Dajil was half bragging, showing his knowledge of firearms and half trying to get to know if this man was going to be an asset or not. He had been warned that some of the others may be a little wetter behind the ears than he was, and with them going up against the Indian mafia and Mister Dhananjay, a wealthy druglord who ran a Pathan gang, membererd by pashtuns that had immigrated from the Kunar in Afganistan. Both had fairly brutal reputations and were not to be messed with lightly.

[User]
The day was hot just as it always was. The air itself seemed to sweat as Raheem Khan parked his cab in the lot of the station. His hot, cramped car barely fit the 6 foot man and he was relieved to get out of the cab to stretch his legs. It was only morning and yet Raheem's body was covered with sweat. He had taken the pistol with silencer, knife and brass knuckles that he usually kept in the glove compartment of his cab and put them on his person. With his job, there were all sorts of situations where he would need weapons; unhappy customers that turn violent, customers that intend to rob him, or just for the sake of knowing that if things ever went wrong, Raheem would have a means to defend himself. He was usually on the defence. Today, he was on the offence.

Raheem made his way to the meeting spot once he entered the station. He barely had any room as he weaved through the sea of people. He spotted the room described to him when he was offered this job. He remembered that day clearly. On his routes, he stopped by one of his contacts place and they told him about the offer. Of course, his contact was living life on top and didn't need to babysit a drug deal for 70 000 rupees. Raheem, however, snatched the opportunity up like a starving dog.

Silently, the man entered the room, to find two men already in the room...comparing their weapons. Unlike them, Raheem had his weapons concealed on him. Despite the scortching heat, he forced himself to wear a light sweatshirt that hid his weapons. He didn't want to make things ridiculously obvious.

"Good morning, men. Such a nice day, isn't it?" Raheem greeted the two men in his usual chipper tone. While he was often outgoing and spoke with kind words, his kindness was rarely genuine.

[Assistant]
"Mandeep," he replied to Dajil. "That piece is... 800 shots per minute, right? Not bad. Mine does a modest 267. I just happened to win this in a bet I had with an... acquaintance."

He looked the boy over. He looked almost like someone from the Western world, stylishly dressed. He could barely see his eyes through the sunglasses, but in his gambling and poker days he'd usually been with people wearing sunglasses. Mandeep scratched his chin. "This the first time you do this sort of thing?" he asked Dajil.

As he asked this, another man appeared through the entrance. He seemed about Mandeep's age, and was wearing a shirt and sweater (in this heat? ,thought Mandeep). He seemed overly kind for what they were about to do, but Mandeep, for once, pretended it might just be genuine. Mandeep raised an eyebrow to the man's question. "For sure. A bit hot though, to be wearing a sweater, isn't it?"

[User]
Another accomplice slipped into the room, Djil glancing away from Mandeep as introduced himself. Another older guy, at least this Mandeep seemed to know his stuff so hopefully this newcomer would too.

"This the first time you do this sort of thing?" Mandeep asked.

Dajil shot him a roughish grin and shook his head "No, this is what I do" he explained as he pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes "and you two, whats your experiance?"

As he asked the question Dajil took a cigerette and placed it in his mouth before offering the pack to the other two.

"Think it's just us three or there are more on the way?" he asked as he checked his phone for the time. "It's almost time to make moves unless we want to arrive late to the party" he said eager to get things in motion and get his hands on that 70,000 rupees.


[System]
Nickname: Joe

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Powers/Skills: Inventing - Joe sees, reads, and hears about some interesting things from the media he digests, wanting to bring it into reality, he tends to tinker to recreate it in real life. Due to this he is able to make other things for fun or necessity.
Swordplay - Joe knows his way around a blade... mainly because he wanted to emulate videogame and anime characters, but he's not half bad at least... But against someone with more formal training or practical experience, he'd more than likely struggle.
Lock picking - Joe gets curious about things and he tends to snoop, and when a door stands in his way he knows there's two options, bust it down like a badass... then promptly get caught and imprisoned, and then made into a prison wife of a big guy named Jim before getting shivved in the showers for stealing another inmate's pudding, and then there's the smart and quiet option of simply picking the lock. Most locks don't pose a problem to him anymore.
Hacking - Along with his little annoying habit of breaking an entering, he does so electronically as well. Hide your files, hide your memes!
Gunplay - Since some of the things that Joe does invent are firearms, so he's learned to fire a variety of firearms.
Improvised weaponry - Some of the things Joe has invented aren't necessarily just swords or guns, while those are the main staples of his arsenal, he knows his way around a multitude of other weapons and can even just outright improvise weapons from everyday objects.

Weakness(es): Nothing special... has a bit of a weakness for cute things I guess, but he's your run of the mill hooman with all the squishy hooman parts, probably an easy kill for supernatural beings.

Species: Human

Crush: No one, won't my prince charming come take me away from this boredom?!

From: Mah mind brain thing.

Appearance: Six feet tall, long brown hair that tends to cover his eyes, pale skin, brown eyes, lithe body. Tends to wear a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. He also tends to carry around a black messenger bag.

Pers(short for personality): TBR (Also Why not just put Personality when you've already written it in parenthesis afterward?)

Bio: Joe has lived in the town for as long as he can remember. He's a bright young man who excelled in his studies, though quite introverted, he never really made many friends and tended to just escape to anime and videogames to escape his loneliness. He often daydreams of being a hero, more often a detective. He lives on his own in a small apartment in the downtown area close to his job as a clerk for a video game store.

Other: Nothing really, just your run of the mill hooman.

Where'd you end up?: City, obviously.

Are you going to stop the chaos or no?: Nah. He knows that he won't be able to go against the guy who did all of this. Despite Joe's fantasies of being a hero, he knows that he's nothing special. Best to just go with the flow and survive as long as possible and not piss that guy off.

[User] "I see." Meta knight said as he followed beside him as they went towards the cabin. "And I was just about to check that place out anyway." He gestured to the structure(the cabin) as they walked.

[Assistant]
As I was running to work, I passed an alley. I... really wished that I hadn't glanced down it. I stopped in my tracks. "Dammit..." I quickly backed up, pulling a large red and black metallic box from my messenger bag. "Well guess I'm taking this for an earlier test run than I anticipated." I walked back to the alley, pulling on the slimmer end of the box, a handle and trigger pulled out, and a small scope popped up from the top of the box, and a handle appeared from the side. I took aim at the man with the swords, cornering the boy and pulled the trigger. The bullet ejected from the larger end of the box and slammed into the ground a few inches from his feet. I pulled the handle back and a cartridge ejected from it. "Haha! The sniper works!" I tried to hide my excitement and glared at the man.

"Back off from the kid or the next one goes through your skull." I had yet to notice the woman flying above us, and now that I got a better look at the kid, something felt oddly familiar about him. Had I seen him somewhere before...? No time to focus on that now, who knows how deranged this guy might be. Good thing this thing has a few more... surprises if that guy decides to attack. He kind of looks like a character from a videogame... is he cosplaying or something...?

[User]
Kabal had begun to lose interest in the child, who was unwilling to divulge any more info than a false act of innocence. Maybe it would work on a typical person, but Kabal had spent far too much time in Chaosrealm to simply take things at face value. However, things escalated quickly, as a bullet landed a short distance away from him. He turned his head to catch sight of a man with a sniper rifle of sorts.

Before the man would have the chance to blink, Kabal darted forward at him, turning to slam his shoulder into the aggressor at supersonic speed. He intended to take whatever weapons he had telepathically with the Nomad's Touch, should the hit connect and cause him to drop his gun. @mmarage

[Assistant]
Still in the same bloody room
Price had almost wanted to give up on finding an exit, but decided to keep trying anyway. It was either that or let his inner demon take over, something he had been trying avoid for who knows how long by now. Guess my 'get me out of here before I turn' idea didn't work. He guessed he would have to continue trying to find the exit on his own.

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Desert
Joey was still trying to figure out where the cackling noise came from and eventually came across three creatures that looked almost like hyenas except they appeared to be made from sand. The sand hyenas were still cackling as they moved forward, licking their jaws while looking at what they probably thought was an easy meal. Joey's eyes narrowed a bit as he got the idea. "I'm not food, go away." If he had been wishing for company, this was not the kind he was hoping for.

[User] I felt something was off as the man turned to face me, and stumbled to the side just as the man shot towards where I had been at impossible speeds, just barely missing me by mere inches. "Holy crap!" I backed away from him and quickly pulled at parts of the sniper until it transformed into a large scythe. "G-Get back, I'm warning you!" I brought the scythe in front of me defensively, ready to strike if he came at me again. What the hell was this guy?! No one should be able to move that fast. "This is what you get for interfering in business! Damn you kid! Damn you power outage! Damn you job! Damn you me! This is where I die! I never even found a cute guy to settle down with!"

[Assistant]
Kabal sneered, though it would not be noticeable under his mask. It would appear that this one was even less of a threat than he had expected. Brandishing his hook swords, Kabal advanced on Joe, intending to kill him as quick as possible and be on his way.

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Tano winced as her scout ship began to spiral out of control into the atmosphere of an unknown world. It was hard to determine how far the altitude had been before her descent, nor if she would survive. The impact was hard, and the spray of sand and fire into the sky would be terrifying to any nearby animals or people. Tano was ejected from the wrecked ship, alive, but hurt. The sand burned her as she crawled her way out.

I'm going to die here, am I not? she thought, barely hanging on. As her sight began to dim, she caught sight of what looked like a humanoid figure, not too far from her. She crawled her way further, only to stop, and collapse entirely on the hot, sandy ground.

[User]
@Nerevarine

"That was not nice!" Starfire exclaimed from above them referring to Joe's actions. Sure she wasn't quite sure about Kabal either. The thing was, she didn't see him do anything wrong quite yet. Now all of a sudden Joe was acting afraid and she flew down toward him. "Why attack out of nowhere when you do not know anything about a person? Or what took place here?"

[Assistant]
Just as Joey was getting ready to defend himself against these things even as a human, the sound of crash caught the attention of both parties. He noticed someone not far from him collapse. Now he had a decision to make, try to save this girl or fend off the sand hyenas. Then again, those things were intending to try and eat him, weren't they? If they see me as food, it's likely they might try to eat her too. The sand hyenas saw the collapsed girl too, but continued to advance on Joey. He looked at the girl and by instinct, he wanted to protect. He then looked back at the advancing hyenas. "No! Back! Go away!" He was a bit angry, but it wasn't enough to wolf out yet.

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The longer it took him to find a way out of this room made it even harder for Price to keep from turning. He was at the point where he would usually be screaming 'no' by now, but he wasn't. I tried shouting the first time, it didn't do anything. Instead, he just held the side of his head with one hand while keeping the other at his side. Darn it.

[User]
Pride surveys the conflict in front of him, and sees an opportunity to "prove" that he was not responsible for the man's death. He would have to be more careful in the future, but for now, he caused a bundle of shadows a few buildings away, in another alley, to assemble into the form of a shadow monster, covered with eyes, teeth, and razor tendrils, and with it, he screamed in the voice of one of the souls in his Stone, before cutting the sound off suddenly by dematerializing the mouth making the noise.

Kimblee was silent for once, approving of the Homunculus's strategy.

Pride himself cowered in imitated fear at the scream, and stuffed himself behind two nearby trash cans, to appear like he was afraid for his life. Let the terror begin, weaklings.

[Assistant]
Kabal ceased his attack as Starfire positioned herself between he and Joe. Letting up from his fighting stance, he spoke to both of them.
"I have no interest in furthering this. I have better uses for my time" he spoke apathetically. That was until he heard another loud shriek, and an eldrichian monster, meandering its way towards the three of them. Kabal sneered and raised his swords again.

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Tano was out for a while, visions of before the crash began to play in her head the dreams becoming more complicated and bizarre as they played on, with monstrous animals she had encountered in her travels materializing. As they grew in size they chased her in her dream, coming closer, and closer and closer, until finally attacking her. With that, she shot back awake, finding herself still laying on the sand, and with the sound of inhuman cackling out in the distance.

Tano forced herself up, picking up her rifle, and taking shot at the hyenas she saw, picking them off with her plasma rifle with what energy she had left. She picked herself onto her feet and knelt, hoping to get her skin off the sand. @Letmehaveone2

[User]
Looking through his beast's eyes and keeping up his own appearance of terror, Pride has his monster suddenly lash out with a single, razor-sharp tendril at Kabal, who seemed to have the most initiative and be the least trusting of his act.

Kimblee tilted his imaginary head. "I almost hope you eat him. He may retain his identity and make interesting company. And the others are certainly no slouches in terms of power."

[Assistant]
Joey was both still angry at the hyenas for trying to eat him and also now a bit surprised at the girl's actions. I guess she didn't need protection after all. However, he was still determined to defend himself from those things. He had no idea if this girl knew exactly what he was, but no time to focus on that now. Get rid of these hyenas first then talk or write. The hyenas cowered at the rifle, but now turned on her instead of their original target. Growling at the hyenas, he finally wolfed out.

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Price had gotten to the point where all he could do was stand there and fight the demon. Can't...hold...much...longer. He now had a fearful look on his face as he could no longer hold it. "No..." His felt his turn blood-red causing him to now shout the same word. "No!" His fangs showed not too long after he did that causing his endless shouts of "No." to turn into vampire-like hissing. Then he suddenly looked very still as a crazy, nasty smile appeared on his face indicating he was in demon form.

[User]
I saw the woman fly down and stared at her awestruck. Not only because she was flying... but she looked exactly like a character from an old cartoon that I used to watch when I was a child. The name escaped me, but... for some reason I sincerely doubted this was yet another cosplayer, I couldn't see any wires holding her up, and it seemed unlikely that she would be able to set something like that up in this alleyway, and after how fast that guy moved... the idea of a flying person didn't seem that far outside of the realm of possibility. I snapped back to the situation around me. "He looked to be threatening a kid with swords, not as if I could just stand by and let some guy murder a kid, ya know?" Then came that ungodly screech.

I looked at the shadow monster dumbstruck. "This... is all just a dream, right? I'm still in my apartment, right? Maybe, I was still so exhausted that I passed out at the cash register... right?" No... this all felt far too real to be a dream. But to be sure... I pinched my arm. Yep. I'm awake. "This isn't real." I began shaking then took a deep breath. I reached into my messenger bag and pulled out a red clip of ammo with a flame symbol on the side. It wasn't ammo infused with dust, obviously, that kind of dust isn't real, but it was explosive ammo. Close enough. I think we needed as much fire power as we could get.

I slammed the scythe into the ground, to keep it steady and avoid the kickback and subsequent change in aim, and aimed through the sights. Hopefully I did this right, or else it's going to be a disastrous outcome. I don't think I have enough time to try and put this back into the sniper configuration, and if that thing comes near me, I'd rather not be up against it with a long range weapon. I fired three bullets at the... thing. Thankfully, the bullets came out the other end smoothly. My parents said that this was a waste of time and money, well look at who's laughing now!


[System]
Apparel: Ballistic resistance nano-weave

Weapons: Standard issue semi automatic Mattock rifle. Compound bow with heat-tip razor arrows.

Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter

Criminal?: Yes
Convicted for: Product of illegal AI research
Species: AI
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Asexual
Age: 2 Human Years (cognitively and mentally an adult)
Height: 5'7
Weight: 110lbs
Equipment: Magnetic weapons platform (Basically tactical webbing with smart magnetics that allow weapons to be put away or pulled out simply by pressing them against it) Boot jets for short distance flight.
Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter
Skills: Proficient at programming and electrical systems, hacking, repairing.
Weaknesses: Susceptible to EMP. While it will not shut her down completely it will dampen her cognitive abilities making her uncoordinated and sluggish.
Powers: Can directly interface with electronics by touch, personal shield integrated into body. (Control of this can be overridden by the authorities)
Personality: Friendly to allies but cold and with no concept of the value of a single life. It's a numbers game to Oliveia
Biography: Oleanders "Father" was famed cybernetics researcher Charles Oliveia. Her first years of live were spent cloistered away in his lab where he taught her the basics of human interaction. Her short but comfortable existence was interrupted when colleagues of Doctor Oliveia learned of his research and reported it to the government authorities. Oleander was seized and locked away, AI that can think and make decisions on its own being both feared and illegal. After several debates on the theory of what qualifies as life, the government decided that she could join Oblivion squad and thereby earn some form of freedom.

[User]
Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual.

And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers.

Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs.

It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die.

And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear.

Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.

[Assistant]
So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right.

Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission.

Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away.

Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine.

Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.

[User]
Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded.

Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.

[Assistant]
"Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed.

"I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room.

"Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew.

"You heard the man, everyone to your feet!"

They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight.

They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory.

The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command.

"Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.

[User]
The prospect of a fellow AI was intriguing to Oliveia. Was it too, going through some sort of social integration or was it, like these guards already a part of this network? What wonderful insights into life would it have!? The thought of a mentor was an incredibly enticing prospect. Her father had failed to mention that she was the only one of her kind and that all other AI were just a faint shadow of everything that she is. Without this information and the context in which to apply it, she was bathed in false hopes about what to expect.

Her father had chosen to make her human obviously because he himself was human, but Oleander silently wondered what it would be like to have the frame of the small furry psychopath (her father had taught her that word) or to share the beautiful blue hues of the unit "Ro'Essel". Despite her appearance she certainly did not feel human. She did not feel like anything. If her concept of self identity were further cultivated this might have been a source of great anguish to her. However, that was one subject her father had not yet been able to teach her.

Her only solace was the fact that she was blissfully unaware that she was without more than half the information he had intended to share with her. Self identity, pride, ambition, all these human qualities and the context in which to make them productive and not damaging were lost to her the day she was separated from her creators hold.

She had been lost in thought, listening but not registering the conversations going on around her up until now. Which was just as well, she could go back into her audio banks and review the conversation at will. The human unit Drew spoke, and had she any concept of appropriate social reaction she might have found his comments charming. Instead she only agreed. She was eager to see her new home.

The intercom announced that they were to leave now, and she could barely contain her excitement! She followed Lex closely, mimicking the way he carried himself. Aloof but confident. Her comrades seemed to like him, and she resolved to emulate her proxy as closely as possible. She wanted to be liked. Something in her craved it. Why? She was capable of taking care of herself, so it wasn't exactly self preservation. Her wealth of knowledge on psychology suggested that it could be the mental phenomena Known as "Abandonment issues" caused by losing her father. To her surprise defining the issue didn't make it any easier to accept or deal with.