[System]
Also known as: Mistress of Fortune

Age: appears to be in her mid-twenties

God Aspect: Luck

Personality: to come

Parents: the Sun and Moon

Sexuality: I like you, do you like me? Yeah? Cool, let's go

Powers:
Divine Luck: Fiala can subtly influence the outcomes of events, for either better or worse
Divine Agility: Fiala is very quick, even beyond the capabilities of most of her siblings
Charm: Fiala has a certain air about her that make her seem easy to trust

Weapon: Fiala once had a set of throwing knives that always hit the most opportune part of her mark. In her hands, the knives replenished as quickly as she could draw them. She lost track of the set long ago.

History (Pre-Earth bound):
As one of the middle children of Solaria and Lunus, Fiala found her place to be less important than those of her older siblings. She didn't mind, though: subtly influencing events, just enough to affect the outcome, was enough for her. At first, it was enough to play with her siblings like this - tweaking this or that, changing things just enough to throw them off guard - but eventually, she found herself growing bored. Maybe they couldn't replicate it, but they knew that she was responsible.

Because of this, humanity was a great boon to Fiala. She immediately went to Earth, walking among these new creatures and playing with them the way she once played with her siblings. Misplaced key here, lucky roll of the dice there… she found herself having more fun with humans than she ever had in the Heavens. Mostly avoiding her siblings, she spent her time amusing herself to her heart's content, subtly influencing lives in just the right way to make herself laugh.

History (Post-Earth bound):
When the Gates were closed, Fiala didn't immediately notice. It wasn't until chaos beyond her control took over that she realized what happened. Quietly slipping into the shadows, she continued influencing what she could - although now, it was much less satisfying. She was no longer playing games, instead trying desperately to save what humans she could - not for altruistic purposes, but because she knew if she didn't, she would never get to play again. By the time the threat more or less cleared, she knew her power was weaker than it once was. She took her chance to have her fun while it lasted, while also learning more mundane (but much less enjoyable) ways to influence mortal luck.

Fiala found that the best way to do this was as a traveling conman. She has spent centuries wandering Earth, playing rigged games of "chance" and disappearing before a particular settlement had a chance to react. It wasn't the same, of course - in this way, she could only influence in one direction, unless she chose to take pity and allow some mortal to win. More recently, though, they've become wise to her schemes, and it's harder and harder to influence using mundane tricks.

Most recently, she has been trying to take things easy and enjoy immortal life in a beautiful place. Currently she is making her way across North America, only practicing her trade when she needs more money to travel… or when she really feels that itch to play.

Motive: Fiala just wants to have fun, whether it be on Earth or in the Heavens.

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A fresh face, A new start

Gage Adelin Indigo

Gage awoke to a rain drop not so gently plopping on his nose. He opened his eyes slowly and took in his surroundings that he was awaking to. He was siting on a tree branch, back to the tree trunk, and had fallen asleep the previous night looking at the stars above. Now it was raining, and the sudden arrival of stormy weather surprised Gage. He wobbled on his branch having lost balance due to the surprise, then fell off the branch. It was not a very long fall, the fall itself lasting only two seconds, but when he landed Gage landed on his back. His head slammed against the ground and all of the wind in his body was knocked out of him all at once. Gage took a few moments to catch his breath and compose himself. He willed his inner energy to blossom and mentally recited an oath that was as familiar to him as his own hand.

Burn the sickness in the flame Burn the sickness that would maim
Burn the illness by your might Burn the illness in your light
Heal me of illness and pain Heal me of all that is bane
Heal me and set me free With my will so must it be

A faint light blue aura glimmered off of Gages body. Gage kept his eyes closed, hands holding his head and body slightly twitching, but as he mentally recited the spell in his head the pain he felt started to dim. He could feel where he felt pain on his body and he could feel the pressure points where the pain was the most intense. With his will he healed his slight head pain and back pain, mentally able to see which dots connected. For a moment his back and head felt numb, then that feeling along with any other pain or numbness went away. The light blue aura disappeared suddenly as well. Gage sighed, realizing what a waste of energy that was to use his power for something like that. It was slightly ridiculous but he had not meant to initially start that. It was more of a reflex than anything. Gage has been practicing using his powers quite a lot lately, feeling that using his power would be more efficient in the art of healing towards vital injuries. But he did not want to replace his knowledge of medicine with this power which is he kept his book on medicine with him in his bag. Gage has read this book over a dozen times, but every time he reads he remembers things from the book a little better or he realizes he missed something and learns something he did not know before.

Gage opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He remembered he had been traveling on foot through Oregon now for the last two weeks and at the moment he believes he remembers seeing a sign saying he was in a place called Maybell before he found this delightful tree to nap on. The sound of rain pouring from the sky was almost deafening to Gages just woken senses. Gage walked around the tree and picked up his backpack which had fallen in the opposite direction that he had fell. Placing it over his shoulder Gage wiped his face as he started to walk towards the opposite direction that he remembered coming from. Oregon seemed very.....well plain would be a bad word for it but Oregon was not one of Gages favorite places. Out of all of the places he has visited in his travels he would never say Oregon was a must see location. Or at least most of it wasn't.

Gage heard the distinct sound of sirens blaring after a few more hours of walking. As he walked he also heard a rather unusual amount of aircrafts approaching overhead. Gage had no idea what was causing enough problems to warrant all of these different sounds but it piqued his curiousity. He had travelled in this direction for a purpose and did not want to veer of course too much but it sounded as if people might be hurt. Gage walked towards where most of these sounds seemed to be originating from, hoping that soon he would be able to figure out what was going on.

[Assistant]
Luclie: we interrupt this conversation
Luke sipped at his coffee as he listened silently to her words. Perfect. It wasn't a lot of information, but it was enough to assure himself that it wasn't just in his head. He lowered his mug once he had emptied it. "All that matters is that you find it, right?" he mused as he reached for the coffee pot.

As the other patron loudly devoured her sickeningly large meal, Luke couldn't help but glance over. He filled his coffee mug and watched her as he sipped, a morbid curiosity overtaking him. Eavesdropping asshole, came a low mutter from the other side of the booth. Luke didn't immediately respond, but placed down his once-again empty mug and raised an eyebrow. "Did she say her mother was a goddess?"

Then he shook his head. She must be crazy, spouting off stories and not able to tell fact from fiction. He kind of pitied her, so lost in her apparent madness that she would announce such things with confidence to strangers. Still, her mention of the bell caught his attention. He stared at her as he reached for the coffee pot - now empty, he realized as he turned it upside down over his mug.

Shit.

Luke turned his attention to his companion as she spoke again. She was focusing on something else entirely: his eyes followed hers to the television, which was now showing shakey cellphone footage of the attack. Maybell, Oregon. His lips were parted with shock. The bell - he knew it had to be related. That must be where they were going.

He glanced back across the table. The woman's expression changed; she clearly felt it too. It was now or never.

"Listen, you and I both know that whatever's happening there, has to do with this bell." He spoke quickly, and not as quietly as he would have liked. "We need to get there fast. Let me come with you. Safety in numbers, especially when facing something like this."

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Hiraga - It has begun
She couldn't feel it, him yet, but there weren't many things that could spook Death, and half as many people. Right now, only one came to mind. As if on cue, a fairy appeared behind the same window as Iratze before, knocking furiously. Hiraga was right over, and listened to the little winged sprite whisper into her ear. "Maybell, Oregon." She called out to the rest of the room, specifying the destination. She didn't intend to wait for the rest of them though. Walking back to Iratze, she asked of the messenger: "Can you please find my daughter?" handing her a picture form her wallet. In her eternal wisdom, Hiraga still didn't think to get a cell phone, citing it as something beneath her. But without knowing how to use whatever divine powers Shirley was sure to have, Hiraga didin't count on needing her aid, not this soon. she didn't currently know where she was, but if someone could find her, it would have been the Messenger. "Please, tell her to meet me there as soon as she is able." Then the Earth's guardian was out the window and in a flash of light she vanished, traveling in her true form to reach the place in mere moments.

The place was a mess, she noticed as she descended, once more in her human form to spook the flesh bags as little as possible. With the mayhem that was going on the ground, they perhaps even didn't notice her descending form the clouds that gathered over the town. It didn't matter much to her if they did, though. Seeing several buildings on fire, she raised her arms and willed the clouds to rain over them to snuff the flames. It brought a small ghost of a smile to her face, to be able to use her appendages again, so to speak. then, she turned her eye to the military craft that was the cause of the mayhem, her eye watching if their puppetmaster was nearby.

Shirley - Food break over
The eater was inevitably drawn to the screen as well, alerted by everyone falling silent and pointing their gazes on the TV. As she watched, the pit she felt in her stomach seemed to grow, if that was even possible, although she knew hunger was not the cause of that. If those were terrorists, how did they managed to obtain military hardware on the United States' soil?

Her doubts were quickly snuffed though when in the corner of the view, one of the cameras caught what seemed like a woman crash down from the sky, only to land like a feather on the roof of one of the buildings. When she raised ehr arms to the skies and they torn open in a downpour, there was no doubt in her mind anymore. "Mom?" She asked rhetorically, before shaking her head. Forget the damn bells. If her mother's powers returned, perhaps she could shed some light on what was happening to her. "Tab, please!" She called out, fishing for her keys in a hurry.

@Pirouette

[Assistant]
Fiala: There goes my ride
Fiala froze at Death's outburst, her glass raised nearly to her lips, pinky held far out. She waited a moment, unsure at first of how to react; the panic was definitely out-of-character for Desious, and she couldn't be sure she didn't miss something with her inattention. She set down her glass, a gesture she hoped would communicate that she was actually taking this seriously.

Then Hiraga crossed to the window, and Fiala watched as her sister communed with the little creature. The location was announced to the group: Maybell, Oregon. Fiala shook her head, annoyed that she wasn't going to get her drink after all. She straightened herself and glanced around: she didn't bring much, but she didn't want to forget anything when she left.

Hiraga was speaking to the Messenger now, and Fiala suddenly realized what was missing. "Sister, my knives -" she started, but before she could finish her thought, Hiraga was gone, a flash of light that filled the room before disappearing from sight. Fiala made a noise of disappointment. She truly hoped she would be armed before the first fight... but whatever. She was capable enough, even without them.

Turning to Keyla, she made a slight motion with her head toward the door. "Ready for an adventure?" Without waiting for an answer, she bolted out the door, calling over her shoulder, "Meet you outside!", and made her way down the stairs at inhuman speed. In the building's lobby, she lingered for just a moment, glancing at the glowing numbers above the elevators and wondering how long it would take for the Demigod to catch up - if she chose to come at all. Fiala stepped outside and lit a cigarette.

Puffing away casually, she scanned the street, looking for another ride. An affluent-looking teenager pulled his sleek BMW into a nearby parking spot on the street. Puff, puff. She watched as he slammed the door and locked it with the key-fob. Waited as he walked toward her, a disapproving scowl on his face as he looked her over. She stepped aside as he passed her to go into the building. She flicked her free hand's pointer finger, and the keys slid from the kid's pocket, landing on the sidewalk in front of her. He didn't notice.

Fiala scraped out the cigarette on the bottom of her boot, and with a fluid motion, picked up the keys while still bent over. Lit another cigarette while she waited for Keyla to catch up. She didn't expect her siblings to choose to travel with her - many of them had reliable methods of transportation themselves - but she wouldn't turn them away if they chose to come. By the time she was finished smoking, she figured anyone who wanted to be there would have already caught up. She scraped out the cigarette and casually approached the BMW.

Looking over the interior as she hopped into the driver's seat, she smirked. "Fit for a goddess," she quipped. "Keyless ignition. Nice." She started the car. Taylor Swift blasted from the speakers. Grimacing, Fiala turned the stereo as low as she could. "I'd feel worse about this if the kid didn't have such shit taste in music." Glancing back toward the building, she checked to make sure she wasn't leaving anyone behind, and waited about a minute longer for any stragglers while she cycled through radio stations, looking for something reasonable to listen to.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 18

Species: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Reckless and restless, quick to action and quick to get back out of trouble. Known to be overly familiar with women(and sometimes men). Equally fast with a joke as with an explanation of why he's in your daughter's bedroom. A teller of stories, he's enamored with chivalry and honor that Riders and knights of old were once known for, as well as their feats of bravery. Though he's never been in a swordfight, he wears a cheap old sword and fancies himself a fighter. He's gotten out of many fights by drawing first and swirling his blade around in flourishes that look impressive to the layman.

History: Alphonse Grimmson was a traveling bard, with parents and a sister living in Mashal. Our hero(or one of them) begins his story when Alphonse the Elder returned with a babe, scarcely older than suckling, claiming him as his natural son. Rather than settling down, Alphonse gave his son his own name and left him with his family. And so it was that Small Alph was raised by his aunt. He spent his younger days in the woods with some of the other children, playing at swords or chasing small animals.

When he was twelve, and on one of the occasions that his father actually stopped by home, he managed to pester him into taking him on as an apprentice. He traveled with his father, learning how to play fiddle and lute and pipes, and how to read and write. On occasions when he'd return to Mashal, he'd find Gale bothering him in much the same way he'd bothered his father.
As he got older, Alph found that he and his father were a little too similar. They would both seek the attention of the girls of a town they visited, despite the difference in their ages. There was a particular girl in Gilead that Small Alph had a great liking for. When Alph the Elder took her to his bed for the night, he woke up to find his son had moved on without him.

Small Alph traveled alone for a time, finding it to be a different sort of challenge. But still, he honed his craft, did what he needed to be safe on the roads, and made what coin he could. Most recently, he's found that roads are more often than not unsafe, whether there are hoards of Urgals, or refugees turned bandits. He returned to Mashal, and tried to return to his life with his aunt and grandfather.

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Demund

The moment Demund laid eyes on the cabin he knew. This was it. Whatever this pull was it was coming from there. His focus was so great he nearly missed the fact Gren had gone ahead; followed by Alph. The doubt he had before completely vanished as he saw the dedication of his friends. Gren was so set on getting there he wadded through massive puddles that easily could have been gone around simply to cut a straight line.

Maybe being aware of the pull gave him some liberty because he took a moment to decide that following Alph around would be the smarter option. Though it wasn't faster they simply had to deal with think pools of mud, which after the rain would be something expected back home. It wasn't until they reached the cabin it occurred to Demund he hadn't looked back at all to see if Gale had followed. After a quick check to make sure he turned his attention back to the hut.

This was...Impossible! The freshly cut wood showed that his was a new structure explaining why they hadn't noticed it before. But the door, specifically the hinges, told more of a story. Walking right up and inspecting them closer as Alph knocked on the door, Demund explained his findings to the others. "There's not a spec of rust on these hinges. The only way that's possible after the storm is if they were made within the last few days. But we haven't seen anyone new in some time and there's not another smith close enough to do this. What is this place?"

[Assistant]
Galen Derricson

Gale had a number of oddities about him, but a fear of water was certainly not one of them, in fact he loved to swim in the river. That didn't make Gren's trip through the dirty ponds, no doubt filled with submerged plants and hidden rocks, at all appealing. No, Gale wasn't going through the water, but he rather thought haste was important, so he started after the other two.

He didn't even get that muddy.

He was last to reach the door though, and he listened to the Demund's observations curiously. When there was no answer to Alph's knocking, Gale took that to mean no one was home, yet given its recent appearance, someone must live here.

But that was wrong. Some strange part of him just utterly disagreed. Whoever lived here was dead. They were dead and their treasure needed to be found right now.

He pushed lightly on the door, but there was a lock on the inside.

Oh well.

In two short motions he drew his axe from his belt loop and smashed its blade straight into the center of the door, cutting a deep gash into the wooden face. Then he followed the move with a kick that finished splitting the door vertically in half. It caved in on its hinges, the other half hanging on to the frame only by the lock that had denied him entrance the easy way.

An air of seriousness hung over the group, the pull that reached out to them was close, yet the home was nearly bare. A sack filled with blank parchment was knocked over the floor, littering the far side of the room with loose papers. The only furnishings were a simple wooden cot cushioned by an odd green material, soft to the touch and yet reminiscent of the texture belonging to leaves, and a stone desk was shoved against the wall by the door. A wooden chair was broken beneath it.

On the desk was an inkwell, long dried out, and a couple quills that we're drifting away as the breeze from the doorway swirled around the room. More interestingly was a small leather sack, the size of a pocket, that appeared almost like a coin purse. It actually was a coin purse, a handful of silver and copper coins within; not an especially rich haul, but more than any of the village boys were likely to have.

More important than that however was the letter.

(Refer to the first post of the OOC.)

Gale surveyed the hut for a moment from his position in the doorway, and then slowly made his way into the room to investigate the letter, still holding the axe loosely in his right hand.

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Grendel Kirk
Gren stared longingly at the door. His future lay within, all he needed to do- CRACK! Gale's treatment of the opposing door snapped Gren out of his reverie rather quickly. The tug was still there, however. He entered into the cabin cautiously- magic also meant danger. Before him lay broken furniture and the meager possessions of someone who clearly wasn't very wealthy.

 Disappointed, Gren stared at the desk. "So that's it? A coin purse and a letter?" Grendel deflated like a balloon. He suddenly looked very very tired. He was such a fool. "Gale, what's the letter say?" It's not like things could get any worse than they already were. Maybe whoever was here left something at least interesting to read, if not valuable. But the tug. What was he still feeling that bloody tug for? This place was barren, clearly. Unless there was more magic involved? Some sort of... cloaking spell? Grendel hadn't the slightest clue.

[Assistant]
Alph didn't appear to have a problem with Gale's rash actions, in fact, he seemed to have been about to do that himself. The interior of the hut was a little disappointing, but Alph still walked in cautiously. He kicked at the papers on the floor as he walked toward the stone desk, but none of them seemed to have ever been touched by a quill. Gale picked up a letter from the desk, and Alph peered into the leather sack.

"Coin," he said, holding the bag out toward the others. "Silver as well as copper." His voice was flatter than such a fortunate discovery should have warranted. He was a little disappointed by this. Something had felt like it was building up, and this just didn't seem to be worth the excitement.

He looked around, and stomped his foot a moment, a look of curiosity spreading across his face. "Hey now," said he, "Does anyone think this hut might be just a little smaller on the inside? Here look, you can see light between the planks on these three walls," he pointed to the one they'd come from, and two others, "But not that one. I bet there's something behind it, someone was hiding out here. I've seen things like these in taverns, they help smugglers hide contraband."

He knocked on the offending wall, finding it sounding hollow, like there was another wall on the other side rather than empty space.

"Do your axe again here."

[User]
Demund

The initial chop if the axe startled Demund who was stunned by the rash actions of Gale. Nevertheless the pull was still there, and being this was their only way in decided not to press the matter. Soon as the door was kicked in they all entered. Hopefully the owner wouldn't be home soon.

Inside, Demund couldn't help but feel cheated. This place was trashed with only a coin purse being of any value. There was a note but currently Gale was reading it. Disheartened Demund sat down on the strange green cot and tried to think what possibly could have drawn them here.

It was in that moment of reflection he felt the pull again. Had they not found what they needed yet? Maybe there were still secrets hidden here, but where?

Alph turned out to be one step ahead of him. The moment he thought of looking around the quick witted bard discovered a hidden room behind a wall. Demund pushed off the cot and stood next to the others once more with hope that answers could be found.

[Assistant]
Ashwing

So close! The feeling, the desire, they were all reawakened by his presence. Her heart thumped louder than before, strength pouring into her unused limbs. For the first time, she opened her eyes.

"Hundred years have I waited. Come to me, Human!"

The faint red glow of her eyes illuminated the shell of the egg. Some of the light got through, making the egg glow like freshly spilled lava. This was it! If that muppet couldn't find her now, she would have to pick another one, one with more bright mind! Stirring in her egg, she tried to break free of the shell.

*THUMP*

No luck. But maybe the sound would be the last piece of the puzzle.

"Set me free!"

*THUMP*

"You and I - Make us one!"

[User]
Galen Derricson

Gale's eyebrows rose in surprise, disappearing beneath his hair. This was "Treason." he finished the thought aloud, answering Gren's question. "Harboring information, plotting against the King, consorting with the Elves." This was big, much bigger than their small village, and it was dangerous. In the village of Ferris, a slightly larger settlement to the north of Mashal, the king's agents accused the villagers of working for the Varden, no less than ten people were executed. That was over seven years ago now, but the event served as a perfect example of what could happen to them.

They should leave.

But Gale didn't want to.

Alph found something in the wall, or about the wall- didn't matter, Gale's curiosity wouldn't let him ignore it. He swung his axe after the others made room and promptly smashed through, as if the wood was made of paper. Which it was.

Frowning, Gale gripped the edges of the hole and pulled the paper away. The material had been changed, altered by magic to appear like wood, and stretch across a doorway, but it felt and acted like paper. It was masterful work, there were even real gaps between the plank-like sheets, but in seconds he had tore it all away to reveal a dingy stairway carved from stone leading deep into the hill.

There was a torch on the floor, and a small pile of flint beside it on the first step. Using his axe and a share of flint he lit the torch in only a few quick strikes. The dark of the room beyond abated slightly and he lifted the torch from the floor before it could scorch the stone, he then promptly handed it off to the nearest set of hands and raising his axe nervously. "The letter said there was treasure." He admitted uncertainly, unsure what that information would do or mean, but it was the only explanation he had as to why there might be a secret passage in a strange but in the middle of the woods.

[Assistant]
Grendel Kirk
Gren began to practically shake with excitement the moment Alphonse discovered the strange wall. So there was something more to this dingy old shack after all! Visions of grandeur and opulence began to fill Gren's head once more. Then Gale came again with his axe. Gren quickly snatched up the torch he had been holding out, and took a single eager step into the stairwell.

"The letter said there was treasure."

"Treasure? That settles it then! To hell with treason and the Empire! I'm going in!" Grendel began to descend, but stopped, uncertainty crossing his features for a brief moment as he turned his head back round. "Are you guys going to come?" Whatever lay ahead, it simply didn't feel right to go alone. He wouldn't be out here without Gale, Alphonse was the one who discovered the passage, and Demund... Demund's family had always been kind to him. Kindness that perhaps Gren didn't deserve. "We... Should go together, maybe?" He sounded anxious, and slight irritation was present in his voice too. That damnable tug was only getting stronger.

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"Oh, I mean to go down," Alphonse said, but he stopped by the desk to grab a leg of the broken chair that was by it. He wrapped it in a piece torn from the strange material of the cot, and poured what was left of his ale skin onto it. When he touched it to Gren's torch, it lit up.

"This won't last as long as yours, so let's make it count."

He stepped boldly down the tunnel with his slightly dimmer makeshift torch. The stairs went down a short way into darkness, and Alph nearly tripped when the floor suddenly leveled out. He searched along the tunnel walls, it kept going to who knew where. But not far from the stairs he found more papers, these ones written on.

"Gale," he called back in a whisper thick with excitement, "Come read these." Alphonse meanwhile was distracted by the set of rounded stones he had found. They glimmered brilliantly in the light of his and Gren's torches. They were different colors, and horribly attractive. One in particular was the shining orange of burnished bronze. What he first took for a reflection of his torch, he quickly realized there was a spot glowing inside of the stone.

"What kind of... what are these?" He wanted to reach out for one, but a last shred of caution stayed his hand.


[System]
Age: 17

Personality: The pure embodiment of arrogance, entitlement, and narcissism. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him. Very few are deemed worthy enough to be blessed by his presence though. Those that are must constantly bend over backwards to maintain his approval of them. Despite his horrid personality, many people can't help but like him. He is deft at using his superficial charm to cover up the darker aspects of his personality.

 His ability to use and manipulate people is widely known. He posses a strategic mind that could very well rival that of Alexander the Great, that's what his many private tutors say anyway. One of his favourite pastimes is setting people up for falls. Charles could very well be a great leader someday, if only he used his talents for good. That will never happen though, for he believes in maintaining the social and economic status quo, at all costs.

He is generally a dick to his friends, groupies, and hangers on. When Charles shows you an unexpected amount of kindness and friendliness, you best beware. The only people he would ever consider a friend and true equal are those who are as rich and as good looking as himself. Very, very few people in the world fit that criteria.

Biography: An only child born to a lawyer mother and an oil baron father, Charles Lancaster III has always led a privileged life. Spoiled rotten from a young age, he could never accept no for an answer.

From the age of three he has had a multitude of nannies and tutors, all completely devoted to him. Little Charles was a nightmare to deal with. The nannies could never get him to finish his vegetables nor stay in bed. The tutors could never get him to sit still for extended periods, let alone get him to pay attention to their lessons. Upon hearing that his money was going to waste, Devon Lancaster became furious yet determined. The very attitude that allowed him to maintain and grow his inherited fortune. Devon was going to make his son Charles a worthy Lancaster, at all costs.

And so Devon instilled within Charles a sense of pride. A sense of pride so great, that it would prove too much for little Charles to understand. At first it was great. Little Charles acted the part of the affluent and sophisticated boy. He did everything his nannies told him to do, even going so far as to learn the finer points of etiquette. Charles also started to really pay attention to his many tutors, studying and doing his homework as instructed. Everything was going as intended. Sadly though, as Charles grew older, his immense pride turned to arrogance and bitterness.

The anger and bitterness of Charles eventually led him to become a Royal, but that was a tale for another time.

ROYAL

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Corrine looked at Rolo, puzzled.

"Really? Why?" She looks up at him and cocks her head to the left. "Its just an old lighthouse. What's so important?" What was the point of loving an old building? Though she couldn't say anything. She had quite the attachment to her old home.

[Assistant]
Rolo gave Corinne a slightly amused look.

"It's a Sea Salt Bay thing Corinne. You're the new chick, so I don't expect you to get it. But wait til you see the view from the top of this baby!" Rolo exclaimed excitedly.

He then grabbed Corinnes hand and led her inside the lighthouse. The room inside was circular, as the architecture visible from the outside suggests. On the ground floor was what what looked like a living area filled with antique furniture. The room was quite spartan in decoration, which perfectly represented the simple and humble life of a lighthouse keeper. A pinewood dining table with four pinewood chairs sat in the middle of the room. Beneath the winding staircase that circled the interior of the wall, lay a single bed. On the opposite wall sat a wardrobe, a couple of kitchen appliances, and a large antique radio. A door to a small bathroom area stood nearby. Overall, it looked like a cozy place to live.

Rolo walked up to the dining table then put his hand on to the table top. He felt the old, smooth wood grain beneath his finger tips. He stood there, lost in thought. A deeply pensive look played across his features.

[User]
Corrine wasn't to used to Rolo acting so reminiscent. He looked like he was remembering something near and dear to him. She gently tugged his shirt, trying to snap him out of his reverie.

"Rolo? Hey, Rolo? Are you ok? Are you day dreaming?"

Rolo didn't seem to budge. She decided to go interrupt whatever he was thinking about. A creaky door caught her attention. She quitely left Rolo's side and wandered off up the stairwell and into another room.

[Assistant]
"Hey Corinne! Wait for me!" Rolo called out.

It took him a few moments to realise that Corinne was trying to get his attention, so enraptured he was by the memories the table elicited. Memories both wonderful yet painful in equal measure. Such memories stirred a deep longing within Rolos heart. For what did he long for, Rolo had yet to tell a single soul. But the longing was there, with its ceaseless intensity. The sound of Corinne walking up the spiral staircase though, at long last, finally broke his reverie.

Rolo walked up the spiral staircase towards Corinne, who stopped in her tracks. They were only a fraction of the way to the top but already Rolos heart beated rapidly. A new batch of sweat formed upon his brow.

"It's a long way up to the light room at the top, and I don't wanna be left behind." stated Rolo.

"But you know me, I ain't what I used to be. I'm gonna level with ya baby girl. Those are a hell of a lot of damn stairs, and I don't think I can make it all in one go. Maybe I can, with you by my side. Just go a little slow ok?" confessed Rolo meekly.

It was the first time in a long time that he began to feel ashamed of his weight. Such concerns, he always believed, were way too girly for a tough guy like him. The fact that he had trouble climbing the lighthouse stairs though, made him feel not so tough. The very thought made him feel uneasy.

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Corrine laughed. "Aw, I'm sure you'll be fine! Have a little more faith in yourself! You can accomplish more than you think. But since you asked me nicely I'll go slower." she grabbed his hand and began walking up the stairs, much slower than her usual speed walk.

Something struck a chord with her. Rolo's words ringed in her ear.

"I ain't what I used to be."

What was that supposed to mean? How much different was past Rolo compared to present Rolo? Then again, she didn't know much about Rolo in the first place. Only the things that he and Chet told her. She felt compelled to ask, but didn't know if she should. She didn't want to bring up anything bad. Yet her words decided to act on their own accord.

"Hey, Rolo...?" She started to ask softly.

[Assistant] "Yeah?" Rolo asked.

[User] "Is Rolo your real name?" She blurted out quickly. She didn't want to sound rude, but her curiosity was too great.

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"Errmm uhhh." Rolo stalled.

Such a question always made him feel uncomfortable. As far as he knew, nobody else but Chet knew his real name. That was exactly how Rolo liked it. If Switch and Divo were to ever learn the truth, then. It was an outcome that Rolo dared not ever let come to pass, for his street cred would be shot otherwise.

"Let's get to the top of this baby. You'll love the view." said Rolo. He hoped that he effectively dodged Corinnes question.

And so Rolo and Corinne ascended the spiral staircase of the lighthouse. Rolo stopped to take a breather ever seven to ten steps. He couldn't help but feel that Corinne was getting very impatient with him, though she showed no outward signs of it. After what felt like forever they finally made to the top of the lighthouse. At the top of the stairs Rolo issued a heavy sigh.

At the top of the staircase was a large circular room that housed the massive decommissioned kerosene beacon. Rolo was always surprised at how great yet humble the beacon looked up close. He could only imagine what it looked like when it was lit. Of course the walls of the circular room were mostly made of huge glass panels, as to allow the light from the beacon to be shone out into the waters below. A little further along this wall from the stairs was a single door. That too was left open, allowing the sound of the ocean and its fresh breeze to blow through the circular room.

"Looks like we made it Corinne baby. I couldn't have done it without you." Rolo admitted meekly.

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"Whoa... you can see forever." Corrine leaned against the window, staring out at the blue, crystal waters. She could see a few families and their picnic baskets on the beach, playing and laughing while splashing in the water.

It all reminded her too much of home. She wiped her hair way from her face, only to feel that her cheek was wet with her tears. She hadn't realized that she was crying and rather audibly at that.

"Rolo?" she said. "I miss my old home. I miss Caramel Cove and I miss all my friends. I miss the old, broken down lighthouse I used to play in and I miss my old school. I miss my family, especially Mama. Everything is being taken away from me. Pretty soon, all my brothers are gonna move out and I'm gonna be left all alone with that jerk! I'll have to move away from everyone and I'll be all alone!"

She falls to her knees and buries her face in her hands.

"I'm such a big baby..."

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Rolo dropped down on his knees next to Corinne and and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He could feel her shake with each sob. She was so small, so fragile. Yet there was an element to her that Rolo could sense. There was something about her, something unbreakable. She wore her heart on her sleeve, it seemed, yet she was not afraid to throw caution to the wind. Perhaps Corinne merely was as sentimental as Rolo was at times. And so he just held her whilst not knowing what to say, but understanding all the same.

"Corinne." whispered Rolo.

"Let's go outside. The view out there is amazing." suggested Rolo in a more lighthearted tone.

He helped Corinne back onto her feet then led her out of the open door. The doorway lead to the balcony that circled the outside of the top of the lighthouse. The railing surprisingly had very little rust, and not a trace of bird poop to be found. Rolo grabbed the railing with both hands and leaned forward. He let the wind tussle his hair. From their lofty vantage point they could see the entire bay, as well as the various restaurants and tourist shops near the boardwalk. To their right the sea stretched out into the horizon. Rolo could vaguely see the fellas beneath the boardwalk itself. Such a vista was in itself a representation of Sea Salt Bay. Beautiful on the outside yet mysterious and dirty just beneath the surface.

"Ya know what Corinne?" asked Rolo.

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Corrine wiped her face with her handkerchief. Her eyes were still red and her nose was still runny. She didn't look like the cute, porcelain doll that she normally seems to be.

"Hm? What is it?" Corrine sniffled, still staring out at the beach town bellow.

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"Who needs it. Who needs any of it." replied Rolo.

He then turned to Corinne at his side. Rolo gently and deftly wiped a single tear that rolled down Corinnes face with the side of his right fore finger. He then swept her hair out of her eyes.

"We got our whole lives ahead of us and it's only just the beginnin. We can't go back to the way things were, ain't none of us can. But the road ahead promises diners that have waffles with bacon and ice cream. What I'm sayin little lady is screw the past, who needs it. The futures where it's at." lectured Rolo.

"But maybe we can swing by Caramel Cove one day, ya know, just for laughs. We can laugh at the squares who are too chicken to move on with their lives. And I do love me some caramel." stated Rolo.

"First of all sweet thing. I gotta do somethin crazy. Somethin I've always dreamed about doin. And baby ya better believe it's gonna shake the house down, ya dig!?" blathered Rolo excitedly.

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Corrine wiped the tears away from her face. Rolo was right. She couldn't dwell on the past. If she did, her life wouldn't move forward. She would never grow up. She had to focus on making a future for herself. Her frown turned into a smile, then a giggle.

"You know what? You're right, Rolo. You're really really right. Let's just keep moving forward." She said. She sighed with content and leaned into Rolo's chest.

"Maybe you could take me to caramel cove. It's like here but...more antique. There's lots of old people. They're all so nice though. They're sweet, like you!" Corrine gives him a quick peck on the cheek and smiles, blushing.

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Rolo issued forth a forlorn sigh. There were so many things he wished to do in this world, in this life. And all of those things he wished to do he only wished to do with her. It would all begin with both Rolo and Corinne riding off togeher into the sunset. The engine roaring in defiance of all that wished to crush their spirits and cage their hearts. Sadly though, such a thing could not be, not yet anyway. Whether he liked it or not, Rolo had an obligation he just couldn't walk away from. An obligation known to him and him alone.

"Little lady, I wish we could blow this popsicle stand for good. But I....." began Rolo before pausing in a state of indecisiveness.

"I love this town ya know. Its corny as all hell and totally square but, I guess you can say, I've got that home town pride." Rolo confessed.

"I don't know when we could go the Caramel Cove Corinne baby. Stuffs real messed up with the gang right now. Nobody has said nothin but I can tell that shit ain't right. The fellas need me, ya dig?" explained Rolo.

"But I promise you baby girl, as soon as things are tight again, we'll go wherever you want." said Rolo earnestly.


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Positive Traits:* Genuinely Kind
* Often happy-go-lucky
* Strong Interpersonal Skills
* Romantic

Negative Traits:* Oblivious
* Sensitive
* Airhead

Likes:* Football
* Women
* Sex
* Romance Novels (A sucker for Nicholas Sparks)

Dislikes:* Being considered a "Golden Boy."
* The expectations of his family name.
* Reputation
* His "Perfect" Family
* Alcohol

Extroverted 5 Introverted Lazy 10 Active Greedy 6 Generous
 Sensing 8 Intuition Shy 8 Outgoing Sarcastic 5 Silly
 Thinker 10 Feeler Sloppy 2 Neat Clumsy 2 Graceful
 Judging 8 Perceiving Hotheaded 4 Calm Lifeless 8 Energetic
 Grouchy 9 Nice Passive 7 Aggressive Low-Self Esteem 8 Confident
 Serious 9 Playful Sensitive 2 Unemotional Absent Minded 5 Focused

 Naive 5 Experienced Easy-Going 2 Hard-Headed Clueless 3 Observant
 Childish 8 Mature Weak 10 Strong Safe 5 Risk-Taker
 Coward 10 Brave Nondrinker 4 Alcoholic Good 5 Evil
 Idiot 3 Genius Un-flirty 5 Flirty Perverted 4 Unperverted
Un-creative 3 Creative Sexual 2 Pure Disloyal 8 Loyal
 Negative 7 Positive Unromantic 10 Hopeless-Romantic Envious 3 Satisfied

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History

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Family Members:
Henry "Hank" Pryor Montgomery - 39
Mary Summer-Montgomery - 37
Henrietta "Etta" James Montgomery - 17
Harlow Marie Montgomery - 15
Harper Grace Montgomery - 14

History:
The Montgomery Clan has lived in Pinewood Ridge ever since Herb Montgomery, Pryor's great-great grandfather. They are a well-known group within the community for being outstanding townsfolk and citizens of Pinewood Ridge. Hank was the golden son, just as his father Horace was before him, and Howard was to Herb. Their family tree has been an essential part of the community which is why there are always a lot of eyes on Pryor, as it is on most of the youth of Pinewood. They own and operate Montgomery Construction, a construction and lumber company in the small town, bringing in a lot of jobs for the town.

Hank and Mary started their family right after high school with Pryor being more of a happy accident than planned. But they didn't fret as everything was already set up and in-line for the family. Things happened that way for the Montgomery's, whether they liked it or not.

When Pryor was born he was the apple of his grandfather, Horace's, eyes. He taught him everything he knew, which was a blessing in itself, having a strong, confident hero he could believe in. School for Pryor was a breeze as even though he wasn't the brightest academically, his social skills and athletics pushed him so far above others that he was able to do so much more than expected of him. He has a lot to live up to now that he's graduated high school. Pryor has a lot of expectations, but he honestly doesn't know what is in store for him.

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Weeks did she have to hear Ellen's screaming about the upcoming graduation, her husband saying straight in Aubree's face that he didn't care a bit about it and their children who were saying that they would probably have grades that are a lot better then hers when they graduate. She had a hard time convincing them to stay home, so she could stay alone. Ellen probably would be the only one doing it out of love anyways. Though she felt a little bit bad about her decision when she arrived at the gate and saw a lot of her classmates and people whose faces she recognized with their loving parents. She didn't feel that connection to anyone, didn't think she needed anyone to be happy and so she soon prohibited herself from feeling that bad feeling and went inside the building to get rid of it.

She wore a short, red dress that almost reached out to her knees, long, black heels and a black purse. However, she didn't take the effort for putting up make-up or doing something with her hair and on that moment the only thing she cared about was if there were any drinks. It didn't take her long to find the place she could buy herself a drink, but sadly enough there wasn't as much alcohol as she had hoped for before. She just decided to order the strongest thing that they had and simply drink a lot of it. Sometimes her head turned around to see what everyone was doing, but she hated how everyone was acting so she didn't want to socialize. The only thing she did, was smiling politely to the ones that had already come to the party and sometimes congratulating them as they did the same to her.

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Julian & Kora

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The Bishop twins were currently getting ready for the short drive to the town hall. Kora would be in the bathroom, braiding her hair as Julian shouted at her. "Hey Shithead," he shouted, chosing one of their various affectionate nicknames for each other. "Have you seen my black bowtie?!"

Kora rolled her eyes as she looped the hair tie to keep her braid from coming loose, her bangs swept to the right side of her face uncontrollably as usual. "No, fuckface, I have not," she yelled back, giving herself a once over in the bathroom mirror. Kora supposed that most of the other girls attending tonight's ceremony would be all fancied up in dresses and heels and such; not her, however. Kora had settled for her nicest pair of black jeans - ripped strategically in all the right places, of course - a Black t-shirt with the words 'normal people scare me' plastered across the front, and her black converse. Some people probably wouldn't approve of the outfit, such as their mother, but Kora did, and that was all that mattered.

Julian was rummaging through his drawers as his hand finally found his sought after bowtie. He was dressed in his best grey suit, a white undershirt unbuttoned slightly to show off a little of his chest. He tied the bowtie around his chest, meeting his sister downstairs. He glanced at her outfit of choice, wrinkling his nose in playful disapproval. Kora shot him a look that clearly told him to shut up, and so he followed the unspoken order.

The two of them made their way out to Kora's black Kia before making the short drive over to the town hall.
Once there, Julian would be the first through the doors. "HELLOOOOOO PEOPLE I WILL MOST LIKELY NEVER SEE AGAIN AFTER TONIGHT," he exclaimed. His vibrant entrance caused Kora to attempt to hide behind him, her face red as people turned to stare.

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Honestly, some days Christina thought that she wouldn't get to this point as the days slogged on but, somehow, she did. Although she sat on mainly Bs (except music where she came out top of the class with flying colours) she was proud of herself. She knew she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, nor did she try to pretend it. She stood in the bathroom of town hall readjusting her white dress. Christina's mum was already in attendance as a teacher so had offered to help set up, Christina went along to help also. Working is not easy in a dress so she rocked up in simple loose denim jeans, a black shirt and her scruffy red converse high tops and took her dress along to get changed into. She had 'forgotten' to pack other shoes and her dad 'wasn't able' to bring her others. With a sigh she then stepped into the hall.

"There's my little girl," Leslie greeted her with a smile. She tugged the hair band holding Christina's hair back and giving it a quick brush before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you,"

"Thanks mum," Christina says gently, giving her a quick hugging her quickly before turning to look at the room. A wave of excitement rolled through her. She was the only one there thus far but it wouldn't be long before others started rolling in.

~~o0o~~

Christina greeted students as she passed them, well most students- she avoided the usual crowd she kept away from. She offered congratulations to most of them too. She eventually grabbed a cup of punch and cradled it in her hands between sips, awaiting one of her friends to enter, or to be approached, whichever came first. That was when the Bishop twins rocked up.

"That'll be the day," she mutters to herself as he gives his grand entrance speech. Eventually Kora became visible behind her brother. She walked over to her, offering Julian and quick "Congratulations, " before greeting Kora with a smile and a simple "Howya?"

[Assistant]
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 Life can be a real mystery. There was a time that Sadie never thought she'd be happily graduating from high school with friends while her family watched and supported her. But here she was getting ready to head to the town hall, thankfully without her embarrassing family tagging along, to join in with her classmates as they celebrate their successful journey through school. Tonight she was allowed to relax and have fun as she didn't have to worry about anything that could potentially go awry at the party. No one would bother her when the jocks devoured all the food. She wouldn't have to work in the cafeteria to quickly replace the spiked punch(the guilty party knows who they are). She was going to hang out with her friends and reminisce over the good and bad times that had occurred throughout the year.

 Wearing a knee-length pink dress, thigh-high black socks, and her signature boots, Sadie departed from her quaint home as her family told her to have fun and stay safe nearly in unison. The only one going with her was her sister-in-law Noelle because the woman had offered to chaperone and she was the only one that Sadie thought would have no embarrassing stories of her.

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 Arriving at the town hall, Sadie was quite impressed with how many people had already shown up. Casually strolling inside Sadie looked around the room trying to locate at least one of her friends. She noticed a few faces that were familiar before seeing two of her closest friends. She strolled over to where Christina, Julian, and Kora stood to say, "Can't believe we finally made it. Also, you may have won this time Kora, but eventually my grades will surpass yours."

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 "Alright, now turn around again."

 "Ma, the town is just throwing a graduation party. It's not a big deal."

 "You actually passed. I'd say that's a big deal. And you know how your Grandfather is. If you don't look your best, he will make a fuss right there in front of everyone. So, just try." Derek grunted an admission of defeat. His mother was right. If Risteard caught him at a 'formal event' in jeans and a t-shirt, he'd never hear the end of it. But if Derek had to admit anything, he was actually kind of excited. Since he doubted he'd be able to attend the Senior Trip, it was likely this would be his final night with all of his classmates together. Even if a lot of them still hated his guts.

 Looking in the tall mirror, Derek saw himself wearing a white button shirt, black slacks, suspenders, and black tie. He smiled as he saw himself standing there. Derek was happy with his present self. Who knows what he'd be like if he had stayed on his past track. Then in the other room, he heard the door slam shut. "Crap, I thought he wouldn't get back for another hour." Derek wanted to tell his mom that it was okay, but Mike burst in through the door before he could.

 "Oh, hi, Derek. That party is tonight, right?"

 "Obviously, Mike. Why else would I be dressed so snazzy."

 "HEY! I'm your father, and you will not talk to me with that snarky attitude." The strong scent of alcohol emanated from the man's mouth. He must have run out of money for poker night with his chums.

 "Alright, alright. I apologize. Goodnight." He absolutely despised being remotely kind to the man, but Derek knew that making Mike mad could potentially cause more problems for his mother and siblings. On his way out of the foreign house, he wished his younger half-siblings sweet dreams and departed for his class' graduation party.

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 Entering the town hall, he was excited that he had made it to this day. Hopefully things tonight wouldn't go badly.

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"Don't be late!" The low bellow of his father's voice echoed as Pryor ran down the stairs. "Your mom worked hard for this party for you all!"

"I won't!" Pryor said as he popped into the kitchen, opening the fridge, deciding on what to snack on and as he browsed the contents of the chilly storage. "I guess this works." He said, with a hint of defeat in his voice, as he pulled out a stick of string cheese.

"There's going to be finger food at the party, you know that right?" His dad said, appearing next to him. "Your mom made sure that there was going to be some there for you."

"You mean for you?" Pryor said chuckling. "She knows you want some of Ms. Bloomer's homemade mozzarella sticks."

His dad's low laugh was contagious as Pryor began laughing along with him at their little back and forth. The two had a moment as the patriarch gave his son a sturdy pat on the back, gripping his shoulders afterwards and tightening his hold on his son.

"You know that your mom and I are proud of you right?"

"I know." Pryor said softening his voice. "You're not going to cry, are you?"

His dad grinned widely as he playfully punched his son in the cheek, winking at him in awe. "Hurry up and go pick up Chelsie. Your mom is going to be mad if you're late."

"I'm going," Pryor said as he slipped away towards the front door. "She's going to be even more pissed if you're late!"

"I"m already in the car!" He heard his dad shout as he slipped into his own car.

The drive to Chelsie, the apple of his eye, was about fifteen minutes. The two had been dating for about two years, beginning their sophomore year, and have been pretty inseparable since. Sure, the two had a lot of ups and downs in their relationships, but who's didn't? Pryor knew he loved her and that she loved him, and that was enough for him.

As he sat in his car, parked in the driveway, a bright smile ran across his face from ear to ear as he texted his girlfriend. "Hurry up, my mom's gonna kill me if we're late." He said out loud as his fingers tapped away at the screen.


[System]
Age:  2320
Class: Warrior – Berserker

Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds.

 Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords.

 Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards.

 Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being.

 She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured.

 Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside.

 In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home,

 Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground.

 She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth.

 At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her.

 Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.

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There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well.

Sharon felt the palm of his hand instinctively try to move towards his face, but managed to resist the urge to face palm at the whole ordeal. Letting out a long sigh, he would eventually speak up, looking at Liaena.

"Substitute boyfriend with potentially hyper-obsessive, power-loving dominatrix girlfriend, and I believe you may have reached your mission goals." He would comment, offhandly considering teleporting back to his office. Though he was not sure if he would even find Rithrynn there anymore.

Still, there was another matter that required his attention.

Looking down at the Draenei Death Knight now lying in the slurry, half-melted snow in front of them, with an equally unconscious Night Elf watcher lying on top of her in turn; using the Death Knight as a big mattress; Sharon would nod.

"We definitely should interrogate her before anything else." Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia.
"She is bound to have valuable information. Granted, interrogating a Death Knight is not something that I have ever done before. We also have some intruders masquerading as Night Elves in the mansion, whom we should probably deal with as well."

Still, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor.

"Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble."

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"My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen… "

"Oh don´t be silly, miss! Physical exercise does not help your body heal faster. Only proper diet, sleep, divine and transmutation magic can hasten the body´s natural regenerative properties!" Vashi was quick to interject, correcting the Draenei as she "guided" her towards the mansion door.

"I may be no official healer, but through my long studies, I´ve come to learn a bit about everything aswellasincludingthelonglostsecretsandcosmicpowerofthearcane, and additionally enough about physiology to tell you that that is just not... "

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... "

However, as she was rambling away and had just extended her arm to reach out towards the ramshackled mansion door, a loud gasp of sheer delight from what Vashi recognised to be from no one else but Serphia suddenly emanated from one of the windows high above the roof!

...

For a moment, Vashi would not speak at all. Instead, she would simply stare at the door with a raised eyebrow. The momentary confusion would not last long however, as she promptly opened the door and walked in.

" ... as I was saying, or rather, to summarise it all up, you need to be checked. You were hit by a Runeblade. Do you have any idea how dangerous those things are?" Vashi said, but would throw Mei a sly wink as they entered into the main atrium. At this point, the full out melee brawl that had been going on earlier had simmered down...

... somewhat.

That being, the number of fighting Night Elves had been reduced by a large amount. Most of them had either retreated to the side to try to recover or throw off their dizziness, and a lot of them were knocked down on the ground, lying sprawled about in various different poses. In the middle of the room, Lithrielle and Aleena could be seen in a fierce competition with some of the remaining sentinels.

"And don´t mind those two, it´s quite a normal celebration!" Vashi would quickly explain to Mei in reference to Aleena and Lithrielle as she lead the Draenei along the outskirt of the fighting, just as a drunk sentinel wearing a hilariously ill-fitting, half torn ball gown was thrown right past them and into the wall on the opposite side - leaving behind a solid elf-mark in the wall.

"And I think they might be almost done!"

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"But I've been fine with my natural healing a lot so far…" Mei protested as she was pulled after the mage girl who showed surprising strength of arm for someone of her vocation… well she was a night elf so physical strength wasn't normally a surprise. So even mages of that exotic( really wild) race were very strong.

 That said while she was trying to protest a cry of pleasure by female voice rang through the area… Meirie by instinct looked up at the source of the noise… Someone was having fun up there… A flash of memory ran through her mind, remembering the night elf who gave her the sword earlier… this mage referred to her as captain… Well she was the one hit by the love potion earlier right?

 After the initial surprise on the side of the night elf mage, Mei was quickly pulled after her into the mansion again. This girl for some reason just didn't want to leave this alone and while Mei felt flattered, it should have been the other way around… She should be the one taking care of Vashi.

 "Yes… I've been struck by runeblades a few times in the past…" She replied, as a brief memory of distant battle in the frozen north flashed before her eyes, but she didn't get into details as the drunken night elf flew past them and into the wall.

 "Alright… miss Vashi, let it happen like you want it to." She finally gave in and agreed to let Vashi do whatever she wanted." Just lets move away before we get dragged into the brawl… I cannot protect you from stray punches without hurting anyone in the present…" She pleaded, moving to stand in between the mage and the place where the drunken brawl was taking place.

 She vaguely wondered now why the mage seemed just a tad bit distanced from the others… all other night elves she saw so far were either having a friendly drunken brawl, or were teaming up against the death knight. Vashi was ordered around without any consideration… Was this because of the magic she harbored? She knew the opinion of the night elves about arcane magic… so she concluded that was most likely the case.

 "There must be a more quiet area somewhere at the back of the mansion…" She said, looking down at one corridor leading towards the back where the back entrances were.


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Ishizu Ishtar

Duke Devlin

Valon

Raphael

Alister

Mana/Dark Magician Girl

Mahad/Dark Magician

[User] Yugi looked at Yami and said "how do we find a goddess who hasn't appeared yet?" Serena walked back in and said "we find their blessed. It's how they are linked to this world. But do we look for love or war?"

[Assistant] Yami was thinking on this when he heard Serena, looking to her as she proposed what to do. "Well I am sure either way we go we may find the other. We may want to tell our friends about this. No doubt they would want to hear this." The Pharaoh turned fully toward Serena, his crimson orbs looking to her, locked on her as they showed how serious he had just become. His posture looked laxed but slightly straightened, backing up what his eyes portrayed. "I want to know something before this goes further, we all are involved into this one way or another. Are you absolutely sure you want to follow through with this Serena? This is a serious matter of which has you putting your life at more risk than what we have gone through already, this is including my friends. We will be together on this till the end." Yami's voice hardened yet soft spoken, meaning all that he said for he knew the risks, and what was at stake. Wanting to make sure she was full well and ready for what was to happen in the future but let her know she was not alone in this. She had others to help her, rather is anyone wanted to admit it or not.

[User] Serena sighed and said "I am in this to the end Yami....and I have to do something to find answers...and if I have to risk my neck and keep the others safe...I am willing to do that...I am the shadow that protects all...and will serve the true king...and that's you, Yami. Don't worry about me."

[Assistant] Yami's eyes softened and unfolding his arms, he walked over toward Serena with a hand on her shoulder. "No matter who you were or who you are now, I will be worried." Yami smiled. "We help protect each other, we stick together."

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Serena nodded, not looking at him. From what she had seen in the flashes, she was starting to relic what her role was back then. And she knew she couldn't let anything happen to him now...

Yugi went into the other room and told the others what they had found out, leaving the pair alone

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Yami noticed that Serena wasn't looking at him, he looked past it for now. He removed his hand from her shoulder. "Its okay to lean on us sometimes. We are no longer bound by the Era of which we were born in so long ago. I cannot count how many times I have leaned on my friends for help and support." He told her, hoping it would help her cheer up, even just a little.

Joey looked at Yugi with widened eyes. "So now we need to find this Hathor goddess? Is that it? How in the world are we going to find her again? Cause trying to find her choosen seems its going to be near to impossible."

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Serena sighed and said "you have the power to protect them when they need it Yami...I didn't until now and I barely can use it. I couldn't save my brother...or Drake...I don't want to lose anyone else..."

Yugi shook his head and said "we aren't sure of that yet." Mokuba suddenly said "most of these people seem to be duelists of some kind...maybe we can use the data from battle city to give us a lead"

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Yami shook his head. "I have only been just discovering my powers as well as you. Any powers I have used have been only small and trying to protect their minds. I have done far worse upon being within the puzzle and I regret them sometimes. Mainly for the fact that I had scarred Yugi and did not see what I was doing would do that." He told her. "Leaning on them, trusting them helped. You had no idea any of that would happen. You had no power over what had happened then and I am sure your brother won't fault you. But now you have the power to. Just dont let it get to you too much." Yami finished, walking out of the room and leaving her to think upon this. Kind of wanted some thought to himself.

Seto nodded. "Its the only logical way without taking so much time running with nothing else."

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Serena leaned against the wall, lost in her thoughts. Guardian appeared again and said "my lady..." Serena sighed and said "I never was much a team player...I was always on my own...I wonder if Zhara was like that too"

Yugi nodded and said "then the plan is to look at the old records and go from there"

[Assistant] "Seems we have alot of work to do. I can help with the research through the old Duelist records." Duke spoke up, knowing his ways around the system since he was a game developer like Seto and Mokuba. "Anythin' we can do?" Joey asked to Adam, knowing that Kaiba would only tell them to stay out of the way. Yami came out of his solitude, joining everyone within the room. Malik looking to his sister.

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Mokuba said "we could use help looking over the duelists and their decks to see who fits the bill" ishizu smiled and Marik and said "we can help in the same way, we know a lot of that tournament." Adam went to Yami and said "you two talk out there?"

Serena slipped her jacket on, duel disk on her arm. She knew one way of getting information. And she knew she did it better alone.

[Assistant] Marik nodded with a smile. "Alright." Joey grinned. "Sweet! We should get moving as soon as possible!" Joey boomed with Optimism. Yami heard what was currently going on though saw Adam come up to him. He nodded to his question. "We did. It seems she is insistent that she do this mainly on her own even if it kills her. I do not know what else to do."

[User] Adam chuckled and said "Why do you think I do what I can to help her in my own way? I'm no good in the field, and I suck at anything not with a computer...but she never pushes the help away. Just because she does things in her own way doesn't mean she won't take the help you give her...she has a brother who has always protected her and a father who sees her as a history figure and a force for good...but never has said he loves her to her face. She doesn't know how to ask for help, Yami...so you just go along and pretend she already asked for it. She won't push you away...she never pushed me away in all the time we have worked together...she just can't ask for anything...so you give her your best and she will take it and give it her all as well."

[Assistant] The pharaoh watched him as was being explained about Serena and how she didn't normally ask for help, yet accepted help. This Yami pondered and when thought about it, he understood then, knowing that he had done the same sometimes. He never asked for help yet accepted what he was given. He smiled to Adam. "Thank you. I'll be back." feeling confident, Yami went to the room he left Serena in.

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Serena was packing her bag, muttered to herself. "I think I have enough...I wonder if Joey and Tristen eat as much as they look they do..."

Adam smiled as he left. "Go get her, King of Games"

[Assistant] Yami entered the room of which he had left Serena, seeing her packing a bag. Hearing her talk about Joey and Tristen eating as much as they look. Yami could only smile. "From my experience, They can eat a whole restaurant if they wanted to. I always wondered if their stomachs were black holes. I guess thats their high metabolism talking."

[User] She turned and looked at him, holding snacks in her hands. She paused and then looked down and said "I figured if we were gone a while that one of us should back supplies just in case...and to be prepared for anything we could run into"

[Assistant] Yami nodded walking up to her, stooping beside her and taking hold one of the snack bags. "Fair enough. Though if you want to be prepared for them, pack a bag separately for them both. No doubt Tea might take it and make sure they dont eat them all in one go." Yami set the bag aside. "Adam and the others are going to team up on looking through the old duelist files and see who maybe Hathor's chosen."

[User] Serena nodded, still not looking at him. "Sounds like a plan...they should head to Setos company for that...my plan was to scout ahead and to see what I could learn on foot...more my skill set...if you...well if you didn't want to go with the others..."

[Assistant] "They most likely will seeing as for the old records are there. its alright. I'll come with you." Yami told her, knowing she was either asking him to come along or offer. Either way he wanted to but not only that they had agreed to stay in groups.

[User] Serena nodded as the door opened and the others were standing there. Yugi smiled and said "Shall we get going guys? Mokuba already called some cars for us so no running around on the streets" Serena turned back to her bags, hiding her face. Adam smiled, knowing her act all too well.

[Assistant] Yami looked back toward his friends as Yugi told them about them going in some vehicles that Mokuba called for them. He smiled to them though noticed how Serena looked to them, only then to look away. He had no idea what was going on but was seeing that Adam knew. Either way, Yami didn't but was sure he would understand soon enough. "Sort of. I'm going with Serena. Thought I would help her with scouting routes." Joey seemed confused in a way as Marik seemed to get the idea. "You guys are going to join us though right?" Joey asked. "We will, Joey. If need be I'll send a message very now and again so you know we're okay."

[User] Adam said "I will route all contact thru here so we will all be in the loop. Those ear buds from before will be in range thru most of town" yugi nodded and said "sounds perfect. We will try and call in every hour alright?" Serena looked at Yami, a little surprised that he was still wanting to go with her.

[Assistant] "Alright." Yami nodded in agreement, understanding what will be going on, though he looked a little confused. "Ear buds?" Wondering what exactly he was talking about. Granted he wasn't so caught up with the world no matter what he had seen and what he was shown. Joey grinned. "You know, like in'dem spy movies we watched with the wireless ear buds the spies wore to listen to conversations an' all." Only then did Yami seem to get the understanding. Only a little.

[User] Serena smiled and said "I'll get yours working once we get going alright?" Adam tossed her a small box as the others were leaving, Yugi smiling at Yami. "Be careful alright?"

[Assistant] Looking to Serena, Yami's eyes were slightly widened, blinking a few times. Wondering if she was really talking to him. He wasn't really able to answer her for he was in thought before looking to his partner. A smile of reassurance came upon his lips. "We will. I will see you when we get there." Yami gave his brother a quick fuss with his tri colored hair before the teen took off.

[User] Serena opened the box and pulled out a small ear bud. She walked over to Yami and started to put the bud in his ear. "Don't worry, this will only take a moment..." She smiled when started setting the bud up. "You okay Yami? Your shaking"

[Assistant] Yami looked over toward Serena when she walked over toward him. He stopped and made sure not to make a move as Serena messed with his ear to put an earbud in. Hearing that he was shaking, Yami glanced his gaze toward her. His shoulders began to relax. "I'm alright. Just haven't had anyone mess with my ear before. I was trying not to move."

[User] Serena stepped back and smiled. "No worries, its all set. " She took his hand and guided him to touch the ear bud. "Feel that button? When you want to talk, just press it. YOu'll hear the others once Adam gets them all linked up."

[Assistant] With his hand being guided, he felt his and her hand guided to the ear bud at his ear of which he felt the button that she spoke of and hearing her instructions of how to use it. "Alright. I believe I understand. Seems there is still alot to understand about this world." Yami smiled, knowing he would have much to learn from this. Mainly about Serena and these gods.

[User] Serena chuckled then realized how close they were at that point. She moved back, her cheeks going red. "Sorry...um shall we get going? We should check out some of the spots some of the attacks happened. I have a theory that the gods may be still looking for their blessed ones...these would be the places to check first"

[Assistant] Yami had noticed, yet it did not seem to bother him for the moment. His gaze soft and serene. His mind felt laxed until Serena had come to notice how close they were. His cheeks too turned a shade of red of which he was mentally hitting himself upon the head for being a ditz. He stayed where he was though. Listening to her theory of which didn't sound bad to look into. "It sounds logical. We may need to be extra careful. No doubt they may go back to where they made their attacks in the first place." The Pharaoh walked toward the door, having opened it, waiting for her. There was not much that he needed besides the disk that he had on his arm already and his deck that was already in its place.


[System]
Alias: Beast (Called Princess Beast by those who know her sweet nature)

Age: Ten

Personality: Belle is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Belle has a very youthful personality and an optimistic outlook to life and adventure. She can be quite reckless when she needs to have fun but normally, she'll go about everything with a cool approach.

She is also extremely respectful. If you are older then her then she will listen to anything you say and will do anything you ask her to. Also, like most other children, Belle loves to talk to other people. She can make a conversation out of almost anything, however this sometimes comes as a bad thing since she doesn't understand when she needs to be quiet. She also had the tendency to turn things into games, maybe as a way of dealing with fear and stress.

Powers: Think: Small, speedy, furry hulk. When Belle is in danger, or if the circumstances call for it, her body undergoes a transformation since her 'fight' is might stronger then her 'flight' drive. This transformation pretty much turns Belle into a beast. Her vocalizations become snarls and growls and body becomes stronger and faster. In this form her strength and agility increases. It's extremely hard to calm her down out of this rage, and it usually best to just let herself exhaust herself out of it.

Weaknesses: Whenever her brain shifts over into beast mode, her body tends to focus on things like running away or punching whatever is in her way, not so much higher level thinking. Whenever Belle's body goes through its transformation, her intelligence will drop drastically. This isn't permanent by any means-rather, it's just she'll be operating off panic and instinct rather than reason and logic. Furthermore, her short-term memory will not be working as clearly, so her memory of what happened shortly before the transformation and what occurred during the transformation will be fuzzy.

Finally, similar to growing pains, shifting into a big fuzzy ball of death will cause her to have some residual pain and soreness after wards, along with some pretty heavy fatigue. Maintaining the hyper-metabolism of her furry form for longer than fifteenish minutes (without practice) will be difficult as well-if she fatigues in her beast form, she'll just revert back to a little girl.

Appearance: Despite being a Super, she doesn't seem all that different from a normal child. Belle has a dark skin tone. She is just barely four feet tall, and stands with a very slight hunch. She is also slightly underweight at 65 pounds. She appears very lanky, with small amounts of newly developing muscle mass, and like most children her legs seem to make up most of her height. Belle has soft facial features; big brown eyes, thin lips and a wide nose. Her teeth are slightly crooked, but she still has a nice smile. Her hair is a very dark brown, although people would just call it black, and is extremely messy and all over the place. It consists of all sorts of random consistencies, some loose curls, some tight curls and some soft and thin straight pieces. Despite this, the messy hair looks good on her.

She can normally be seen wearing floral print dresses with matching hair clips stuck up in her hair. She doesn't like wearing shoes, but will sometimes settle for flip flops or loafers to please her parents.

However, when she shifts over into her beast form everything changes. Thick, brown, fur sprouts all over her body. Her fingernails and teeth become long and pointed, her back hunches forward as she runs on her four limbs.

BRIEF Bio: Belle cannot remember much about her life before her powers began to expose. From a young age Belle had been told to keep her powers under control by keeping her emotions always in check. This kept her from going to school like other kids, and kept her away from making relationships with other people other then her parents. Belle often felt guilty about her powers, she made her parents fear her unintentionally. Anything could set her off into a deadly rage. There were times when Belle suddenly woke up to her parents huddling in a locked bedroom, trying to keep Belle out.

Soon the family began to receive threats from neighbors, calling Belle a beast and a monster. And in a turn of events, that seemed more like a blessing, Belle was recruited into the Outsiders. Her parents only hoping she would be trained to ignore her transformations.

What they bring to the team?: A good physical attacker, and an agile one at that. However, she lacks discipline and training. It seems like she is part of the Outsiders because she wants to be able to control herself.
Notes:

[User] Stalwart grins at the big hunk of metal charging at him. This should be fun, muscle versus muscle. He settles down, waiting for Ace to join a grapple. If he does, Josh would toss him to the side. If not, Joshua would charge at him in return. Should he be able to toss him to the side then he will attempt to pick him up again to throw him at Jack. Should he have to charge at Ace, he would rear a fist back and let out a roar as he aimed to knock off the android's head.

[Assistant]
When Warpath responded to Johnny's outrage Johnny turned to face him clearly looking furious. "The law isn't the only source of morality in the world, the man's responsible for poverty across the country, how many lives do you think he's taken with his corruption?" Quickly realizing that the entire team were staring at him Johnny just leaned back against the wall lighting up another cigarette. "I won't kill the guy... today, but if they have him against the wall, I might be a second too late." With that Johnny left the matter, he knew he'd be back for Luthor whether it was with the Outsiders or without them he'd make sure the man faced the ruin he had brought upon so many families in the world.

Gazing out of the windows at Metropolis Johnny whistled to himself, this was a big change to what he was used to, he'd spent most of his childhood in hub city and then moving to Bludhaven, Metropolis was a stark contrast to the dingy homes he was used to. Everything looked so grand and affluent, he wondered how much the wiring in one of these buildings cost.

Landing on the Lexcorp building Johnny disembarked from the transport, here he was. The belly of the corporate beast. Entering the room Johnny's eyes immediately met Luthor's, there he was, the man that had orchestrated ever bad event in his life. Johnny's introspection was interrupted by the sound of gunshots, immediately Johnny's cigarette completely burnt away as his hands ignited. One by one his teammates were caught in combat until Johnny was left standing on the fringe of the battlefield. Noticing Thorn carrying Fenrir Johnny was caught in a dilemma, his eyes flicked between Luthor and Thorn. With the flick of a wrist Johnny could take revenge for all that had happened to him, but at the cost of his teammates.

With a sigh and a pained expression Johnny waved a hand towards Luthor's display cabinet without turning to face it, a jet of flame whirled from his hand towards the noble piece prize the display case immediately turning to ash followed by the metal glowing hot red and melting, a reminder to Luthor of just how fortunate he was that Johnny was with the team and not part of the gang. Immediately afterwards Molotov dove next to the now hulking Thorn and the unconscious Fenrir, creating a protective ring of fire around them he awaited an attack from the gangs 'Jack'.

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Jaymi knew he would regret saying anything, or rather thinking it. Naturally, Fenrir thanked him for intervening which is one of the reasons he was on the team. The team leader needed someone to play Switzerland and mediator which made him feel awkward for the most part. It was something he would have to get used to. All the bickering amongst each other was not necessary when there were bigger things at hand to worry about. It was crazy when a verbally and physically abused victim had more sense than most of the others. He could feel eyeballs glare at him when others received his message. They didn't have to say a word. He knew they hated it, well most of them anyway. He turned to look at Ricki after she sat near him, only to immediately look away. Jaymi swallowed a huge gulp after hearing of her blowing planes up 'with her balls' while Tamashi had inferred something sexual for trade of not looking into his head. He didn't know whether to be scared of these comments, flattered, or feel sexually harassed. Although Jaymi just did what he did best. He gave them a long drawn out glare and looked away. He didn't want to encourage anything by responding.

On the way to Metropolis, Poltergeist took the orders that were assigned by Fenrir. Him and Madcap were to deal with the Queen. It sounded simple enough if it wasn't for the fact he had to deal with her illusions to get to it. He had to admit his team leader gave him more credit than he deserved. This mission would really test his telepathic ability. Something just didn't seem right about this mission, however. He felt a huge not in his stomach like things were going to take a turn for the worst. After awhile, the team arrived at their destination on top of Lextower. Jaymi somewhat understood some of the other heroes when they were reluctant to save Lex, especially after everything he's done. However letting him get killed would spark a domino effect that would be disastrous for everyone.

Poltergeist felt bad that they had to leave Belle behind, but he understood why. Despite her powerset, she was still a child. Exposing her to such danger would be careless. He exited the cruiser and followed his teammates into the tower, walking quietly to Lex's office. He could hear voices coming from the other end of the hall as did the rest of his team. Once they entered the office, they were face to face with the Royal Flush Gang. It didn't take long for King to open fire on the Outsiders, with the rest of his team following suit. Fenrir had hit the ground and worry immediately started to consume the telekinetic. Once he had seen that his other teammates were helping him out, he regained his focus.

When bullets began to fly his way, Poltergeist levitated into the air to avoid any conflict on the ground. His first thought was to locate the Queen who had already went into hiding by creating a fake mist. He coated his skin of his body with telekinetic energy to keep himself from getting harmed while he had to do his main task. While his tactile TK was up, he began locating the Queen with his telepathic ability. He scanned every inch of the mist, trying to see if he could get into her head. Finally he heard the Queen going over different scenarios in her head, speaking really rapidly to herself. Looking down at the floor, he noticed Madcap had spotted her as well and immediately started throwing her cards at her. Following suit Poltergeist clenched his fist and shattered every piece of glass in the room at once. Before the glass could hit the floor, he made the pieces levitate upward which started spiraling around the young telekinetic like a cyclone. Raising his hand in front of him, he aimed the shards of glass towards the Queen and fired them like missiles towards her in perfect precision, hoping they would hit.

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After fruitlessly pounding her fists against the door of the cruiser Belle ran out of steam. She settled for sitting on her ground, leaning against the door with a frown. Why had Fenrir left her behind? And why did he leave so suddenly? Surely she would have understood if Fenrir had told her that she was having the super important job of watching the cruiser. But he hadn't even said bye to her, or ruffled her hair. He just set her in the pilots seat and left.

But then a horribly thought crossed her mind. What if Fenrir was mad at her?

Maybe he was angry because she jumped on his back. He clearly hadn't seen her coming, maybe she had startled him so bad that he got angry. Or maybe it was because she got Adam angry at Fenrir. Or maybe it was because of that time last week when she hid a cockroach under his pillow.

Regardless of the reason, Fenrir was mad at her. What if something horribly happened to him? It would be all her fault for getting him so angry. Oh if only she had followed behind him, he defiantly needed her protection.

Belle, unable to stay still any longer, began to pace back and forth.

She was having trouble understanding her own emotions at the moment, which wasn't all that uncommon. She was upset that Fenrir had left her behind after bringing her all the way to the mission site, and yet she felt guilty. As if something she had done had led up to this moment. But looming over every uncertain emotion was rage. Always the rage. Why had she been left behind? Did she not deserve to go with the rest of the team? Was she no more then a chore to baby sit? To be locked away in the cruiser until the adults were done with their work?

The silence of the empty cruiser was soon filled with the sounds of snarls and growls. Something was replacing the gentle interior and exterior of the little girl. Dark fur sprouted out of her skin, her soft eyes turning menacing and yellow. Her teeth and nails began to extend, the later clicking along the floor of the cruiser.