[System]
Theme:
youtu.be/KaRZaZ5_LVU

Gender:
Male

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:
Standing at the impressive height of 3'2", Eric has a face only his goblin mother could love. He's completely bald, with a set of crooked teeth, a large crooked nose, pointy ears, and two small red eyes.

Goals:
Eric intends to get strong enough to be able to leave the cave and don't get killed instantly. Next, it would be looking for the Demon King's palace and find out what's the reward he has for him, as well as if finding why did the Demon King decide to give him a second life. Another not so important objective would be to evolve into a form that isn't hideous or at least one that is taller than a child.

Past Life:
Eric didn't have a very interesting life, not having many friends, spent his days studying or playing video games and found himself with a boring office job. It wasn't until he was thirty years old that he realized that he had no grand aspirations, no friends, nothing accomplished and was basically living his life on autopilot. Deciding to get his life back in order Eric decided to fix his weight problem first, and upon doing that he would find his passion for both hiking and camping. In two years he went from an overweight guy who had anxiety problems to an all-around healthier and happier guy.

Eric's death came from being at the wrong place at the wrong time, by deviating a little from his usual hiking path, he found himself in front of a bear finishing eating the corpse of a deer. While he knew what someone had to do if you encountered a bear, panic quickly set in and made him run, which ended with the bear chasing and subsequently mauling him to death. He accepted the chance of being reincarnated by the Demon King, with some reluctance, given that he was the Demon King, but the offer of a second life was too good to pass up.

Abilities:
Use Light Equipment

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:
N/A

[User]
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The time in the cave, about a week, had given Tom time to rename himself. In a fantasy world like this Tom just didn't feel right. Israï felt a lot more awesome. When he first woke up, the cave was completely foreign to him. Now it was a bit more familiar. As he observed what the creatures were doing. The goblins looked rather menacing in a group so he stayed clear from the bonfire. For now he had no reason to leave the place, so he didn't fly too far towards the exist. That left him the pool and the rather blue looking crystals which the goblins gathered. Deep within though, the little wisp knew he wasn't just a little ball of gas. No, he could project his power in some sort of way.

The week gave him some time to come to term with a few things. Back home he was normal. Tom wouldn't have hurt a fly and how did that lifestyle repay him? Well, he died apparently. But aside from that it wasn't all that advantageous now that he looked back on it. Constantly being nice just earned him a seat at a boring table. Out here he didn't have any colleagues or acquittances. He was on his own which meant he didn't have to care about anything. So eventually he decided to do something less nice: to kill something. But what? Trying to kill a goblin would bite him in the ass for sure. A slime? No, what useful things would a blob of gel leave him? A wisp was out of the question. It just felt weird to kill something that's basically you. The only thing left to him was a pixie. So that's what he did for most of the time now: observing pixies.

Until now, with the commotion around the bonfire, he thought it prime time to see what he could do. Suddenly his little wisp form flared up from upon a rock and went for a random pixie flying near a cave wall. At first he projected his power, attempting to push the little pixie against the wall (Use: Minor Force I). It was more a move to pin down the little flying thing, but he welcomed any damage it would do upon the frail little thing. After that he tried to project his very essence. An orb, blue in color though, flew forth from his gaseous form, ready to hit the little pixie (Use: Mana Orb I).

[Assistant]
Kill, Eat, Sleep, Repeat.

For the last week of his new life that was all that had mattered. Animalistic savagery dominated his existence. No, it defined his existence. Thought was an alien concept, and desire was king to the little lizard. If hunger called, he would hunt and devour any creature he could sink his fangs into. When darkness came, he would sleep. There was no question, no reason save for survival. Days passed as he feasted and grew, until finally something clicked within the reptile's tiny skull.

He had a life before this one.

Like a flood, memories and a sense of identity surged into the reptile. He was Ryuu Takahashi, a Japanese student and amateur author. He was human.

Or rather, he was.

That was right, The Demon King's offer of rebirth to the dying boy. He recalled that the man spoke of reincarnation into a world of fantasy. Something straight out of a manga, or perhaps a game. Too absurd to be true, and yet here he was, transformed into a flesh and blood lizard. But why? Was I simply lucky? Ryuu pondered upon the situation as he darted towards a poor insect that had gotten too close before using his fangs to full effect. Food for thought, I suppose. He silently thanked whatever power allowed his wit to be preserved through the transformation as he set to consuming the unfortunate bug.

No longer content with following his previous instinct based routine, Ryuu swiftly set about exploring the cave he'd unconsciously inhabited for the past week. Skulking near the bonfire he bore witness to a wisp antagonizing a number of the goblins, a choice Ryuu questioned the wisdom of as he tilted his reptilian head. The screeching of one goblin in particular captured the small lizard's attention as he watched him conjure up a ball of fire... and get drenched in venom seconds later. He recognized the attack as likely being the handiwork of one of his brethren, as he'd both seen and utilized a similar ability before. A flash of blue passed by the corner of his vision, and Ryuu just barely recognized it as another fanged lizard. Another strange occurrence... was that the perpetrator of the attack on that annoying goblin who called himself Crispy? Curiosity overtook reason as he decided to follow the blue scaled bomber.

Moments later Ryuu found himself upon a gathering of lizards, four of them including himself. Though they all looked admittedly... distinct. One had ebony coloured scales along with some purple scales running down it's back, whilst another had a completely blue and lithe body. Ryuu eyed the other lizards cautiously, until one of them did something that made his reptilian jaw drop.

They spoke.

The lizards in front of him conversed as if they were human beings. This revelation begged the question, if they could speak, could he? Ryuu had not truly given any thought to the idea, what with thought only becoming a concept to him mere hours ago. Though if he could speak in this form... did that mean that they were like him? No... that was just wishful thinking at it's finest, he'd not let himself fall prey to a false hope because of some coincidence. Despite his internal debate over the situation, Ryuu stepped forward and spoke to the onyx lizard. "Don't mean to just be an echo but I'll admit it, I'm pretty curious to know what you've got going on here too. Need any assistance?" He said before looking to the blue scaled one. "Oh by the way, nice shot earlier. That annoying goblin is practically fuming mad right now. You should have seen the look on his face!" Ryuu said as he silently approved of his own pun.

@Rune_Alchemist@Tatsu@Old Amsterdam

[User]
Peter being damaged figures that his body might be composed of quite a bit of magic. So he tries to somehow fly over to the crystals and sink in a bit to repair a bit of his mass. If this doesnt work he tries to consume one of the herbs around the cave.

After this he remembers something. From the abilities the demon king gave him his eyes they must be one of his strongest parts of the body. He goes near the crystals using them as a mana generator for training. He first of all tries to fire a mana orb from his eyes. Then he tries to make the mana orb thinner. This while reducing its power would perhaps allow room for something better. He then tries to lenghten the mana orb in an attempt to create a mana ray.

[Assistant]
Lost in thought as he was, Jacob at first did not notice the Slime slowly seeping into his crevice through the cracks in the rock above him. The Slime burbled out to almost fill the crevice and still he did not notice anything until he heard someone call out to him from very close by; jumping in surprise and alarm he finally looked up and saw the mass of purple slime descending towards him, reaching out one slimy pseudopod to grab him.

Reacting quickly Jacob threw himself towards the opening of the crevice, tumbling out and into open air where he caught himself using his wings to stop a potentially fatal descent. Hovering just outside the mouth of the crevice he saw the Slime still reaching blindly for the spot he had just occupied a moment ago. He also saw a Goblin, presumably his saviour, half sticking out of a hole in the wall fling a rock at the Slime.

Jacob wasn't sure what was going on, or where either of these creatures came from, other than the fact that the Goblin had probably just saved him life. He also didn't know what to do as he was very much ill-equipped to deal with either of these creatures in a fight should it come to that.

Still, the Goblin had helped him and seemed to be willing to fight the Slime, and as the old adage went 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend', so with a lack of anything else to do Jacob cast his Shield spell on the Goblin.

[User]
Near the Bonfire
@Old Amsterdam@Tatsu@CriticalHit

---

Before she could check the results of her work, a rather irritating thing happened. The lizard that had caused a disturbance over at the bonfire made her presence known. Her first response was to leap back, bare fangs and hiss in mild displeasure, but something rather odd happened before she could. The lizard spoke. Engilsh. Or at least, it was a language she could understand. Her green eyes widened in response, immediately loosing all hostility that she might have had.

"Oh well," She mused to herself, laying on her belly and propping her head up with one claw. "This is a pleasant surprise. Another of my kind who can speak." She decided not to bring up the fact that she was rather irate about the fact that Rain foiled her plans to steal a pot or similar item from the goblins. Not that she got a chance to anyways - before she was even halfway done two more speaking lizards made their presence known. "My my, four of us!" She chuckled loudly. "And all can speak the queens bloody english, as they say. Perhaps my day has been made a bit better, heh." On to the subject though...

"Well, my dear scaly kin, I am attempting to melt a hole in the stone here. I happen to have a few skills relating to Alchemy. I need something to make them in, so I have decided to make it myself. Since you are all so kindly offering to help...if we keep a constant coating of our acid over the ground, it would likely speed up the process." Perhaps she could really use this to her advantage, if they'd be willing to keep helping her. "If you all help me in this endeavor as well as with gathering materials, I will let you have some of my potions for yourself."

[Assistant]
Near the Bonfire
@Zeroth@CriticalHit@Tatsu

---

Why wasn't this just fascinating! Four of her kin, all speaking, what....fun.

Rain wanted to grin, but found her mouth just wasn't up to such an arduous task. Such a shame, a beautiful smile could do wonders.

Maybe she could consider dealing with Crispy sooner than later, if these lizards showed they could cooperate. That damned goblin has proven himself an irritant over the week, quite possibly one of the leaders of the local tribe. If he was gone, well, perhaps the rest might become scattered. With them mostly out of the way, or at least less organized, she'd have an easier time getting food and learning more about this new body.

Moving forward, Rain was the first to add her poison to the bit on the ground.

"Name's Rain, by the way. Ninja, assassin, thief.... Whatever you want to call it all. I've got plans, but I need to learn more first. So, for now, I'm happy to assist." It was a simple statement that left much implied about the future.

Her gaze flitted towards the dark waters again, considering her options further.

[User] Peter uses lesser force to break out a hole shaped like his body in the crystal. He goes in the hole to make casting magic even easier. in it he tries to continue firing these kinds of mana orbs to get closer and closer to a ray.

[Assistant]
Well, that ended up as a tremendous failure. It seemed that obtaining new skills wasn't as simple as that, which ended up with him locking eyes with the slime. He could try to fight the slime, given that he has enough healing herbs and weapon, but the body of the slime could make it so it ended up eating his only weapon and him, ending up his second life after little more than a week. Running away didn't seem as much of a good idea as his goblin legs didn't help at covering much ground, so there was a chance for the slime to catch up with him. What Eric would do to get out of this situation was taking a page from that fight earlier and offering some truce between them.

The green slime seemed to have some capability for reasoning given that it decided to go once he received some food instead of trying to attack the lizard for the other half so trying it and coming out alive didn't seem that much of a stretch. Still locking eyes with the slime, he raised his hands, dropped his weapon and with only the healing herbs he grabbed he slowly closed the distance between the slime and him. Once close enough, Eric slowly placed the herbs into the ground near the slime and backed some steps away, hoping it would understand that he meant no harm. "I wanted to plant those in a place with more mana, but you can have them as a gift" Eric muttered to himself, not even sure if slimes can hear or understand him.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Hand axe [similar to hatchet, but more specialized in beating the crap out of something than chopping firewood]
Specialty: Party Tank [Boxing, Wrestling]
Semblance: What Is Hype May Never Die - Grows stronger and more durable in the presence of positive, giddy, or nervous energy. It's not like she turns into the Hulk in a social setting, but if she's with a friend or two cheering her on in a fight, she'll find that her blows come easier and the blows that hit her back seem like more of a dull ache than anything else.
Personality: A hot-blooded young girl with a zest for life, nights out, and a good scrap, Lauren is the epitome of a born leader with no resources to actually do anything. Growing up in a poor (poor poor) family taught her to make due with whatever help friends could offer, but in the end, only she could make what she deserved in life. Thus, a young girl who was more than happy to get loud in her parents ears grew into a bold, determined young woman who could feed off the energy of people around her and settle a situation as quickly as she could escalate it.

Quick to laugh, quick to zone out, quick to get riled up, and quick to forgive, Lauren naturally tends to be fidgety and addicted to energy. This makes her an exceedingly average and dreamy student until a team exercise rolls around.
Color: Hot white [effervescent, glossy white]
Emblem: A stick figure young woman with devil horns, twirling an axe between her stick hands.
Appearance:

When outside her uniform, Lauren gives the illusion of being an inch or two taller than her natural five foot eight, with a perpetual pep in her step and a brash loudness that seems to slightly puff her up.

Naturally dark-complected and built like a fighter, her favorite casual jacket emphasizes her build - long-sleeved, smooth white leather with a supportive gold-trimmed collar, cutting off just south of her diaphragm and exposing her (usually topless) rib cage and waist. On the back of the jacket, printed in similar burnished gold, is the word "WALLAHI" in jersey-block text. The word "BRUH" is written in the same text underneath it, where the number on a jersey would usually go.

Occasionally, when she wears it around her waist, she'll sport a black tank top in its stead.

Otherwise, her accessories are limited to half a dozen hemp bracelets up her right arm, a hair band worn around her left wrist, and an amethyst ring on her right ring finger.

[User]
Gren offered to make her more food, and when he mentioned that he did not mind the presence of her team, Sangue blinked to herself. Eating food from a cook who did not disappoint with the tastes of his meals sounded nice, considering that the Faunus was nice to top it off. She felt like she should give him something for the food he let her eat.

...Should I... pay him...? Sangue wondered suddenly, glancing between the alluring kebab skewers and Gren.

The light tone behind his words let her conclude that she did not need to. She only had a few Lien on her at the moment, almost all of it being placed under the pillow of her bed.

Soon, she and Gren were not the only ones by the grill. The first incoming figure did not resemble Shiro, but rather, a dark-haired and sneaky feline failing to resist the presence of a grill. Sangue stared at the Faunus who managed to catch her attention with her straightforward, yet captivating entrance.

And soon, another cat Faunus joined in! This time, she remembered the twin-tailed girl who seemed to know the person known as "Skyra."

Her name was... Emerald.

She was a gem both figuratively and in terms of nomenclature.

Sangue watched the girls and Gren interact, noticing how they seemed to know each other well. And as she did so, her expression softened. Another Faunus, who had a very warm, coffee-like color to her, wandered to the grill and asked if they could tell her their birthdays.

Her birthday... Now that she thought about it, from what she gathered in her home, she was born in a winter night. Apep eventually clarified to her that after reading through some journals left in the house, she was born very closely to a holiday.

She never celebrated her birthday with others before. She only ever celebrated Christmas, and never mentioned that her birthday was somewhere around the month after.

Just when the word "January" quietly left her mouth, however, the loud sound of a... stoppable object crashing against an unmoving object erupted at the grill.

She tensed up when Shiro literally crashed into the Faunus in charge of the BBQ. Surprised and also concerned as to how hard Shiro crashed against the armor, Sangue wondered if she should approach him and ask if he was alright.

After waiting a moment, Sangue found Shiro to still be lying down on the ground.

...

Quietly walking over to his direction, the redhead leaned forward as she lowered her body. Looming over the bottom of his vision, she lent a helping hand- her only one- to him without a word. It was clear through her movements that she was unsure if Shiro, who literally crashed and slid off of Gren's armor, would feel okay enough to get up on his own.

@Pyrodash888@Abillioncats@Lucius Cypher@SevenStormStyle

[Assistant]
Diamond - Infirmary -> Gren's BBQ
Diamond had to bite down the inside of her cheek not to laugh as Oswald shared the story of his mishap, although she was mentally cringing - that could not feel good, but she would still pay good money to see it happen. "Oh you have to tell that story some day. As amusing as that is though, not what I meant. No unyielding desires for vengeance? No want to go out there, find them and return the favor? You know, the general self-destructive, creepy tentacle aura inducing things?" she explained, worried about what the team's state of mind was. She knew she would love to grab a hammer and bash in the skulls of some of those things and it took effort and monumental distractions not to let it bother her.

She was about to ask Cobalt something along the same lines, but that was when Emerald decided to up and go chase after the recently departed Skyra, the fact that her skin was all slashed up and her system full of pain medication slipping her mind. Because, of course it did. Diamond thought. "Oh for the love of..." she said as she got up and chased after the faunus intending to knock her out if that was what it took for her to stay still and heal up properly.

As she went through the hallways searching for the infirmary escapee, Diamond heard her scroll beep and checked the message. Damn. Another team that looks like they got tenderized. Not a good day.

```
To: Cancerstick buddy
Sounds serious... If you want to take a breather just let me know, could use one myself. We've been hit pretty bad,
would have all kicked the bucket over there if not for some unexpected help. Meat grinder is an apt description of
that mission. I'm free until 18:00 today, tomorrow... No family to speak of, so all day I guess.
```
While she was at it, she also sent another message to Cobalt.

```
To: Take aim first ask later
You look like you'll be the first one out, assuming Emerald doesn't sneak off again. Come find me when you do,
I want to talk about something. Alone.
```

She caught up with the cats only to see that the attraction of the day seemed to be barbecue. So much for cookies and milk. she thought, feeling a tinge of betrayal. "Emerald Felicia, get back into the sickbay this instant or I am calling your mother!" she said in a stern tone wile pointing an accusatory finger at the faunus. If she intended to behave like a nasty child, well, that was the treatment Emerald would get.

It reminded her once more though of that damned family day. She would not let it show, but it stung. Despite the evidence of her thus far pretty much nonexistent friendships, Diamond liked to think of herself as the family type. The mob, 'touch my kin and die' family type, but hey. Well, at least it would be a day off. She recalled walking past an orphanage in the morning. Perhaps I should do something nice for the kids. It's been a long time.

, @floodtalon, @Abillioncats, @Awesomoman64

[User]
Cobalt sighed as Emerald attempted to slip by everyone, just because they didnt have the hearing of a Faunus didn't mean they couldn't hear at all. "Hey Diamond, could you go after her?" Before he had even finished the sentence she was already gone, pursuing the runaway neko. Cobalt sighed and looked at Oswald. "I think I might be getting out today. Any news for you?"

His scroll suddenly beeped as he received a message from Diamond.

```
To: Take aim first ask later
You look like you'll be the first one out, assuming Emerald doesn't sneak off again. Come find me when you do,
I want to talk about something. Alone.
```

Cobalt frowned and began typing a quick response.

```
To: Hat Aficionado
No problem, I should be out by the end of the day. Make sure to tell Emerald not to get out of bed till she's fully healed. I'll buy a bribe if I have to.
I'll text you once I get out.
```

Cobalt put his scroll into sleep mode and set it down. "Sorry, had to take that." Cobalt explained to Oswald quickly.
@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

[Assistant]
Whaaaat the shiiiiit is he talking about?

She didn't like the way that both Ben and Amy had gained consciousness so quickly, or how alert they both looked. If she didn't know better, Lauren would almost begin to think that they were expecting forward inertia out of her. Well, her sculpted black ass was not so easily budged, team. Before she was roped into doing anything for these slave masters, she would need to...

growl

"...eaaaaaaat."

Luckily, after twelve years fighting on the front lines of the struggle, she had prepared for just kind of this Saturday morning eventuality. The hand that clutched her phone dropped down to check on the location of a bag she'd left between Amy's bed and her own, which Cap must have crashed in the night before. Sure enough, there it was - a few burgers and some fries (Vacuan seasoned) that she had brought home for the team from the night before. To keep them fresh and unsquished, Lauren, in her drunken wisdom, had made sure to leave them nestled close to the space heater that was built into the wall so that they were kept constantly toasty throughout the night. She was just too fucking good.

Lauren's head tilted down to face the bag of food directly, but her chin got stuck and dug into the barrel of something that made her blink. Lawnslot. The bet. More of the evening flooded back to the carjacker as she grinned.

"I'll tell ya later, Desire. It was pretty much a failure doe. The girls who came near Cap kept losing hands in freak...hand loss accidents." She winked at her best friend and produced the tonfa from her bra, holding it to the back of her neck and cracking it once each way. Then she stood - long ebony legs slunk out from underneath Amy's (lack of) covers and bent so that she could jut her chin out and rest it on one knee. She spun her hemp anklet idly by one of its charm - a little Vacuan amethyst in the shape of a sports car, and a birthday present from her mother this past year - before she slowly scooched over and stood at the foot of Amy's bed.

And, without a hint of modesty, the underwear-clad girl bent over backwards with several cracks that seemed to intensify. In pitch and in sensation.

"Ah-ahh-uungh-ahhhhhh~"

As quickly as she had contorted herself, she stood upright again, hair a mess, muscles in her chest and core relaxing, and teeth chewing the end of her lip in wicked amusement. Both her teammates looked at her like she was a succubus or something.

"Sooo..." she drawled, starting to sound more awake now that she'd violently loosened up, "what are you cuties so awake for this ayy-emm?"


[System]
Alias - Superbeast

Age - 18

Team - YJ Academy

Appearance -

Powers - Superbeast has shape-shifting abilities similar to classic Beast Boy, however he is limited to the alien wildlife in Superman's menagerie once obtained by the Preserver. This includes such alien species thought to be the last of their kind:

Thanagarian Snare Beast - Imagine a giant spider creature the size of a small house, however it doesn't spin webs.
Starro - Small amphibious starfish sized face suckers that can control any creature it attaches itself to.
Igoonian Rock Ape - As the name implies, an alien ape like creature with brute strength and rocky skin.
Tundronian Rhinosaur - A ten legged alien rhino with an even stronger plated hide, with a horn that can shoot a super acidic ooze.
'Bone Serpent' of Daxam - Largest known predator on Daxam that lives mostly underground. Can rip a humanoid in half with it's python like grip and pointed tail.
Prehistoric Conarian Bird - Think about an alien vulture, about the size of a small couch an average sized humanoid could ride on if need be.
Humatoad - Eight inch tall trouble maker. Hops around on all fours and can stick to most surfaces.
Bearcat -What looks to be a hybrid of a bear and a tiger from a planet in sector 2828. About the size of a small car, this beast is ferocious when it needs to be.
Lightning Beast of Winath -The Big Foot of it's planet, some people of Winath believe the 'Lightning Beast' to be responsible for large scale blackouts. Others believed it to be a hoax. About the size of a larger dog.
Grass Monkey of Mogo -Hailing from the sentient planet GL Mogo, this species of plant creature occupied Mogo's forests for a time. Can regenerate and elongate limbs, agile like a monkey and similar in size.
T-Rex - Prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex originating from Earth. Massive jaws can rip through anything they bite down on.
Dodo Bird -Small, fast, and flightless bird that defends itself by stabbing at enemies with it's beak. About three feet tall and roughly fifty pounds.

Gar also possesses enhanced speed, strength, agility, and senses. All feral in nature, nothing too superhuman. He can run a mile in about three minutes maybe, like Olympic level strength and speed. Later on he will learn to imprint DNA from new animals to add to his arsenal.

Weaknesses - Same fleshy weaknesses as humans, just with durable skin/fur about as strong as kevlar. Heavy arms fire, energy attacks, mental attacks, etc all work on Superbeast unless countered specifically by an alien creature. For example, you couldn't telepathically hurt his mind if he shifted into the Starro.

Personality - Gar tries to be funny, has a big heart, and is a bit bi-polar. He'll go feral on your ass at the drop of a dime if you piss him off.

Bio - It began with Clark Kent writing a story for the Daily Planet about his 'exclusive' trip to the Fortress of Solitude. The mention of an interplanetary habitat and housing the last of several alien species intrigued the big wigs at National Geographic and the Discovery Network. The cosmic zoo was once the collection of an alien called the Preserver who tried capturing Superman and Lobo for his gallery of exotic alien wild life. It included a somehow preserved prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex and the last Dodo Bird. Meetings were made between Superman and several biologists and xenobiologists and Superman received many letters addressed to Daily Planet editorial.

Enter Mark and Marie Logan, both biologists, who were chosen by Superman himself for the tour of the interplanetary habitat. Their twelve year old son Garfield was also asked to join them at the insistence of Superman. As fate would have it, an emergency pulled Superman away from the Fortress, whom Superman left in the care of his robot assistants while the husband and wife collected data and photos of the remaining species of the zoo. Superman hadn't known of the Starro's abilities when it attached itself to the Logan's son. While trying to escape the Fortress the mind-controlled boy was bitten and scratched by several of the creatures and bugs in the habitat before the Starro latched onto Mark Logan.

Superman returned and put the KO on the Starro, but had no idea what sort of anti-venom to give the boy who was already turning red. Choosing a combination of two or three antidotes the boy seemed to stabilize after several seizures. However, his red skin remained. His bi-polar mother blamed herself. She began to work less and sunk into a depression. Over the years Garfield's mother home schooled him as he randomly shifted into the alien creatures seen in the interplanetary habitat. Even a Starro! When Superman learned of his abilities he recommended Garfield join the Young Justice Academy right around the time of his seventeenth birthday. Garfield then took up a costume of his own and trimmed his chest fur into a Superman pentagon shape. Now, with a years experience under his belt, he calls himself... SUPERBEAST.

Notes - I guess this makes him similar to Ben10, but I've got the extra two creatures in the T-Rex and Dodo Bird.

~KL~

[User]
"The new guy who looks like a younger Superman knows Starfire?" Superbeast thought, "Universe seems smaller every day..."

Gar began to speak of his relationship with Superman and Superboy before Starfire came out of the wounded tent. He watched on at the whole show of being an alien gentleman and whatnot and would make fun of the sight if he didn't know both of them could likely rip him to pieces.

"Superman is kinda the reason I have powers. Some aliens in his zoo attacked me and the combination of venoms and anti-venoms resulted in the red fur and shapeshifting abilities. I'm kinda like that Ben Ten Thousand on tv, but I only turn into like a dozen aliens or so..." Superbeast began explaining but wasn't sure if had Maxus' attention or not, "And Superboy, he's a clone of Superman who's also half human. All his powers are telekinetic in nature but he recently began absorbing solar energy and emitting heat vision from his eyes. He was one of the heroes taken down early in the invasion. Nightwing's still with the survivors in a holding cell, Bats said Superboy might be down there too..."

Garfield finally just gave up on Maxus. Since he was a little more familiar with Starfire, Superbeast turned into his small humatoad form and leaped onto the shoulder of the Tamaranian.

"Is Raven looking any better, Star?" he asked.

Back at the League's briefing tent the Flash paced back and forth. He'd be one of the guys responsible for crowd control and keeping the techno zombie drones cleared away to give the civilians safe passage. Batman had tasked him and Marvel with the taking down the nearest drone generator if things got too bad. Batman also mentioned not everyone would make it out alive. Two hundred thousand civilians as well as Nightwing and possibly Superboy. That's why the mission was League only. Batman didn't want the younger heroes seeing a bunch of civilians die in front of them if things went south. The losses were already too great in number. The Flash wrote something on a piece of paper and approached a soldier.

"If something happens to me, could you give this to my nephew?" Barry asked the soldier, removing his mask and looking at the man face to face.

"I'll take the note, but you're coming back from this, sir. You're the fastest man alive." the soldier commented.

"Thank you." Barry said putting his mask back on and darting off.

He got to a smaller tent where some of his civilian stuff was located. He looked at a picture of his wife, Iris, and tucked it in his boot. The red clad hero popped his neck and stretched out. He ate several protein bars and drank three bottles of water in no time. It was almost go-time as far as the search and rescue mission went. Flash met with Batman at the entrance into the city along with Wonder Woman awaiting the others. On the far side of camp Static was walking alone, cursing that the Young Justice group couldn't volunteer for the mission. He, Marvel, and Superbeast took down a drone generator in no time earlier. He also seemed quite upset that he couldn't contact his family back in Dakota due to the tech interference around the city.

~KL~

[Assistant]
As the briefing was underway, Xiu stayed near the back of the tent, looking down at her phone.

 "Hey L", she typed thoughtfully. "Change of plans. They're sending us back into the city ASAP. Besides, if the situation gets any worse, you might want to keep those guns for yourself. Hell, you might want to leave town. Better safe than dead. If everything goes according to plan, I'll see you when this is over."

 She read over it one time, and hit 'send'. She'd never be able to properly thank Lawrence, for all the help he'd given her, so she decided it was best to not thank him at all. Besides, he knew. How else could an unemployed immigrant, with the social skills of a xenophobic robot, have made such a name for herself. She had the most resourceful independent weapons dealer in the country behind her.

 Finishing her train of thought, she glanced up at the other heroes, each ducking out of the tent to get ready for the upcoming mission. She decided to stay behind for a moment, till everyone else had left. Standing there by herself, she drew out her pack of American Spirits and a small metal lighter. Igniting the tip of a fresh cigarette, she took a long, deep drag, and meditated on the subtle nicotine rush.

 Time passed, as she calmed herself, and mentally prepared for the upcoming battle. This would be her trial, and she intended to meet it with nothing less than perfection. Tossing the smoldering butt to the ground, she made her way out of the tent, looking for a ride. Then she saw it, a bulky, green, military jeep, with a mounted machine-gun on the top. It was a match made in heaven!

 "Hey, GI Joe!", she shouted to the nearest soldier. "I require the use of that vehicle, immediately. Justice League business."

 With a surprised salute, the soldier ran off to fetch the keys. By the time he returned, she had already planted herself in the driver's seat, and lit up yet another cigarette.

 "Hey, while you're down there, fetch a couple boxes of nine-mill, five-point-five-six, and anything else you've got laying around. Just toss 'em in the back." she commanded.

 Moments later, she was burning rubber down the road, giving it a test drive while she waited for the other heroes to assemble outside the city. She took a scenic drive through the area, and waited.

 Moments later, as Batman, Wonder Woman, and the other heroes assembled for their next attack, she cam screeching to a halt in front of them. Her stacks of assorted ammunition rattling and tumbling around the cab.

[User]
Batman, the Flash, Captain Marvel, Wonder Woman, and newer heroes Bluebird and St. William, as well as the one called Revenant all stood at the entry point. Bluebird insisted on taking her vehicle in, but Batman knew the likelihood it would be consumed by nanobots. Revenant and William both stood with their swords drawn. In a bolt of lightning three of them blurred and the powerhouses of the team gave Batman the opening he needed to get the rest of the team underground. The Flash, Wonder Woman, and Capt. Marvel quickly took down a drone generator buying the tactician more time. The Flash and Capt. Marvel stayed above ground in case more forces arrived before the others exit.

"We need to finish taking down the nearby turrets. The team got lucky we only passed three on the way in..." the Flash instructed Capt. Marvel.

Wonder Woman caught up with Batman's team which at this point consisted of two guys with swords and a girl with a lot of guns who seemed quite agitated she had to leave her ride on the surface. The group was probably forty or fifty feet below ground now and Batman seemed to be on his toes.

"It's somewhere close. There's a large corridor that leads directly to where the survivors are being held. Last time I saw the people I could see Nightwing among them." Batman began, "I could see them through a whole in the wall I'd made. It's more earth and dirt than nanobots and micro machines."

"I noticed a hole in this wall some time ago, step back." the Amazon insisted making them an opening and revealing the corridor Batman spoke of.

"I forgot to mention, last time I was here I had to deal with a compromised Black Lightning..." Batman said before another techno-zombified hero emerged.

It was Superboy.

Back at Base Camp...

The rest of the heroes who Batman insisted staying behind as well as Dr. Light were mostly trying to make best of the situation. However, Static was nervous about things getting worse before they got better. He wished he had a phone with a signal to call his family in Dakota City and was currently in the process of trying to use a pair of burner phones he'd acquired. Walking on the outer rim of the base line and cursing under his breath he noticed something move into the shadows.

"Who's there? A guy can't even take a walk now without some techno zombie trying to..." Static started to banter before a shadow seemed to come to life and stabbed him through the chest. A slight scream was muffled but the body fell to the ground with a hard thud.

"Did you guys hear something?" Superbeast asked Maxus El and Kid Flash roughly twenty yards away in a tent.

The Shadow Thief was absorbing military grade weaponry, rations and any tech Batman's squad left laying around. He was in and out of the shadows and as two dimensional as he could be before one of the kid's finally caught on to what was happening. They found Virgil's body, bloody and lifeless. Time seemed like it froze and suddenly Batman not wanting them in the inner city where the real danger was made sense. A hero as experienced as Static was taken down and it rocked them all, though Maxus El didn't seem quite as attached to what was happening. Shadow Thief ripped through a few soldiers who caught on to what was happening.

 ~KL~


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Fennekin
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having never left the regions of the Far East, Shiranui is excited for seeing the culture of a faraway land whilst also steeling himself for the culture shock he may inevitably feel. As part of his ninja training, his father had told him to expect the unexpected.

[User] "Sounds like a plan." Liam said. He then took another sip of tea.

[Assistant] Ryan finished his tea and smiled. A few more minutes passed and he sighed. "Is everyone else good? I have finished my tea." Ryan said as he put his cup down on a nearby table.

[User] Liam finished his and placed it next to Ryan's. "I am."

[Assistant]
Shiranui finished his and placed it next to Liam's. "I'm done," he said. Ramos smiled as he took the empty tea cups away.

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"This match will be a 3-on-3 single battle with no time limit. Only the challenger can substitute," the gym's referee stated, "Begin!"
"Go Jumpluff!"
"Honoh, I choose you!" Shiranui sent out his Talonflame against Ramos' Jumpluff.
"Jumpluff, the Cottonweed Pokémon and the fully evolved form of Hoppip. Jumpluff rides warm southern winds to cross the sea and fly to foreign lands. The Pokémon descends to the ground when it encounters cold air while it is floating."
"Jumpluff, Sunny Day!"
"Honoh, Flame Charge!" The Talonflame dived towards Jumpluff with his feathers on fire and struck it, gaining a boost in speed. Jumpluff made the sun shine brighter and Shiranui knew Jumpluff's abilities involved the sun. He saw how Jumpluff became from the sunlight and deduced it had the Chlorophyll ability.
"Jumpluff, Sleep Powder!"
"Honoh, Acrobatics!" Honoh put his Gale Wings ability to work and dove for Jumpluff again. Jumpluff tried to dodge the incoming attack, but Honoh struck home and because the Talonflame didn't have an item equipped, the attack knocked Jumpluff out in one hit.

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"Impressive," Ramos commented, returning Jumpluff, "Let's see how your Talonflame handles my Weepinbell." Ramos sent out his next Pokémon and Shiranui scanned it.
"Weepinbell, the Flycatcher Pokémon and the evolved form of Bellsprout. It spits out Poison Powder to immobilize the enemy and then finishes it with a spray of Acid."
"Weepinbell, Poison Powder!"
"Honoh, return; Yoto, I choose you!" Shiranui returned his Talonflame and pulled the twin swords that was Yoto out from his back, throwing them into the battle. Yoto was covered in the powder that Weepinbell sprayed, but it had no effect on the Doublade.
"Weepinbell, Grass Knot!"
"Yoto, Aerial Ace!" A knot of grass came up and one of Yoto's swords hit it and fell to the ground, but it was only a light tap to the Doublade. One sword made a feint and Weepinbell fell for it before the other sword struck it for heavy damage.
"Weepinbell, Razor Leaf!"
"Yoto, Gyro Ball!" Weepinbell sent leaves flying at Yoto that struck a critical blow, but despite that the Doublade did not receive much damage. The swords came together—one sword at a right angle to the other—and started spinning really fast like a circular saw. Using Weepinbell's Chlorophyll ability against it, Yoto slashed Weepinbell with a coup de grâce, knocking it out.

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"Your Doublade's strong, but can it defeat my Gogoat?" Ramos asked as he switched his Weepinbell for his Gogoat. Shiranui scanned it.
"Gogoat, the Mount Pokémon and the evolved form of Skiddo. It can tell how its Trainer is feeling by subtle shifts in the grip on its horns. This empathic sense lets them run as if one being."
"Gogoat, Leech Seed!"
"Yoto, Fury Cutter and keep at it until I instruct otherwise!" Gogoat launched a seed at Yoto and one of the swords was covered in energy-sapping vines, but it was enough to render the Doublade seeded. The non-seeded sword sneaked up on Gogoat and struck the mount with a weak blow while it was focused on the seeded sword. The heavy sunlight subsided and Yoto felt a bit of his energy get sapped.
"Gogoat, Razor Leaf!" Gogoat sent out two leaves and both struck Yoto for minor damage. Yoto slashed Gogoat for major damage with another Fury Cutter.
"Gogoat, Vine Whip!" This time, Gogoat let out a couple of vines that whipped both swords for minor damage. Yoto was starting to get exhausted, but with one more Fury Cutter the swords slashed Gogoat again. The hit was critical and Gogoat fell over, knocked out.

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Yoto went back to Shiranui and the latter sheathed the two swords as Ramos came over. "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Plant Badge," he said, congratulating Shiranui.
"Thanks Ramos," Shiranui replied.

[User]
Ryan nodded and stepped forwards. "I will go next." The referee stated the usual rules and Ryan nodded. "Go Fuma." Fuma jumped into the battlefield and croaked loudly. Ramos sent out a Jumpluff and the battle began.

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Fuma started the battle off with a powerful Smack Down after Jumpluff had tried to jump into the air to shower him with various spores. Fuma changed color and turned into a Rock Type with a flourish. The Jumpluff attempted to use Bullet Seed but the bullets all bounced off of Fuma with only minor pain. Fuma used Smack Down once more and knocked the Jumpluff out. It was at this moment that Fuma began to glow and evolve into a Greninja. The evolution ended and Fuma was now a proud Greninja.

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A new fight began, this time with Bancho in the ring against Weepinbell. Bancho started off with Comet Punch and knocked Weepinbell back. The Weepinbell grabbed Bancho with its vines and began to Wrap Bancho intensely. Bancho struggled to get free but it was futile as Weepinbell squeezed tighter and tighter. Just ten minutes ago he would've lost. But now there was a Dark Type in the party. Bancho began to glow intensely from inside the Wrap and the vines strained to hold him. The vines suddenly snapped and Bancho let loose a mighty roar. He was now a Pangoro. Bancho grabbed the Weepinbell and Body Slammed it with a bowl of anger. The Weepinbell was knocked out and Bancho was the winner. Ryan considered returning him to his Pokeball but decided to talk to him about it later. He should talk to all of his Pokemon about how they felt about Pokeballs. Bancho walked over to Ryan and sat down next to him.

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Ramos sent out his Gogoat and Ryan sent out Futana. She started off by rushing the Gogoat and Crunching its body. The Gogoat yelled with anger and struggled to get away. After a few seconds it snorted and Used Bulldoze to knock Futana away. This hurt her immensely but she quickly stood back up. "Futana, Iron Defense." Futana toughened up and stood ready for another attack. The Gogoat got ready for another attack but Ryan as prepared. "Sucker Punch!" Futana reared her hand back and Sucker Punched the Gogoat as it ran straight towards her. It swayed a bit and fell right over.

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Futana returned to her Pokeball and Ramos came over to Ryan. "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Plant Badge." He said congratulating Ryan with a smile. "Also, give Professor Sycamore my regards the next time you see him.

"Thank you very much sir. I'll give Professor Sycamore your regards the next time I see him." Ryan accepted the Plant Badge with a smile.

[Assistant] Shiranui watched the battle and noted to himself to get some more training in when they get back on the road. He knew Ryan would be a formidable opponent in the Pokémon League.

[User]
It was Liam's turn. Ramos started with Weepingbel.

"Weepingbel, the Flycatcher Pokemon. The leafy parts act as cutters for slashing foes. It spits a fluid that dissolves everything. It spits out Poison Powder to immobilize the enemy and then finishes it with a spray of Acid.Weepinbell has a large hook on its rear end. At night, the Pokémon hooks on to a tree branch and goes to sleep. If it moves around in its sleep, it may wake up to find itself on the ground." Liam sent out Noibat.

"Noibat, Wing Attack!" Liam called. Noibat struck Weepingbel with its wings.
"Poison Powder Weepingbel." Ramos called.
 "Blow it away with Gust!" Liam ordered. Noibat's wings blew the venomous powder away.
 Nice move there whippersnapper." Ramos praised. "But it won't save you. Now use Wrap."
 Noibat was bound up by the opponent.
"Now Noibat, Air Cutter! the strong blast of wind hit Weepingbel for significant damage.
(wrap 1)
"Sunny Day." Ramos called.
"Air cutter!" Liam called. The Sunny Day activated Cholorphil, and allowed Weepingbel to evade the move.
(wrap 2, Sunny 1)
"Sweet Scent." Ramos called.
"Air Cutter!" Liam replied.Noibat's evasiveness lowered and Weepingbel evaded again.
(wrap 3, Sunny 2)
Weepingbel was ordered to use Toxic Liam called for a Supersonic. Noibat managed to duck under the blob of poison and let loose a shrill cry that left Weepingbel confused.
(wrap 4, Sunny 3)
Weepingbel was again ordered to use Toxic, but hurt itself in confusion, nocking itself out.

Ramos next called on Jumpluff.
"Jumpluff, the Cottenweed Pokemon. Blown by seasonal winds, it circles the globe, scattering cotton spores as it goes. This Pokémon descends to the ground when it encounters cold air while it is floating."

Liam recalled Noibat and sent out Gallade.
"Rock Tomb!" Liam called. Jumpluff also had Chlorophil and dodged.
Jumpluff, Sleep Powder."
"Dodge with Teleport!" Liam ordered. Galled Gallade teleported out of the way of the powder.
(Sunny 4)
"Fairy Wind" Ramos called. Galled took the super effective hit.
"Psycho Cut!" Liam called. the attack hit
(Sunny day over)
"Now Jumpluff, Bounce." Jumpluff bounced high up in the air.
"Galled, Swords Dance!"
 "Now Jumpluff, go!" Jumpluff began crashing down on Gallade.
 "Gallade Protect!" Liam ordered. A Green Shield formed around Gallade and negated the damage.
 "Now Gallade, Mega Evolve and use Ice Punch!" Liam pressed the keystone ad Gallade mega evolved. Gallade Socked Weepingbel with an arctic punch, KO'ing it. Ramos swapped it out for Gogoat.

"Gogoat, the Mount Pokemon, and the evolved form of Skiddo. It can tell how its Trainer is feeling by subtle shifts in the grip on its horns. This empathic sense lets them run as if one being. They inhabit mountainous regions. The leader of the herd is decided by a battle of clashing horns."

Liam recalled Gallade for Scarlet the Braixen.
 "Flame Charge!" Liam called.
"Bulldoze." Ramos called. Both Pokemon hit with the super effective moves. Scarlet's speed was back to normal.
 "Scarlet, Flamethrower!" Liam called. The blast of fire hit Gogoat dead on, burning it.
 "Bulldoze again Gogoat!" Ramos called This bulldoze was a critical. The red aura that signifies Blaze began to emanate from Scarlet.
"Worry Seed" Ramos called.
"Flamethrower!" Liam called. the seeds hit Scarlet and negated Blaze. Gogoat jumped to the side to dodge the fire. Scarlet began to glow with white light as she evolved into Delphox.

"Delphox, The Fox pokemon and the fully evolved form of Fenniken. It gazes into the flame at the tip of its branch to achieve a focused state, which allows it to see into the future. Using psychic power, it generates a fiery vortex of 5,400 degrees Fahrenheit, incinerating foes swept into this whirl of flame."

Scarlet used Mystical Fire. The intense flame KO'd Gogoat and Ramos gave Liam the Plant Badge. He praised Scarlet on the win and the evolution, sending her back to her Pokeball for a rest. He turned to his friends,
"Well, lets go to the Pokemon Center an recuperate for a bit."

[Assistant] "I agree," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Yeah." Ryan went to the Pokemon Center and got his Pokemon healed quickly. He switched Amber out for Pixie and waited out front for the others.

[Assistant] Shiranui healed Honoh and Yoto and afterwards made some adjustments to his party.

[User] Liam had his Pokemon healed. "Now, we got to cut though a desert area, passing the Kalos Power Plant, and we will be back to Lumionse."

[Assistant] "A desert is the perfect place to train any Ground-type Pokémon we have; considering the Lumiose Gym is an Electric-type gym," stated Shiranui, "According to my guide, Magneton and Nosepass can evolve on Route 13 from being around the Power Plant."


[System]
Kaminari Kiryu

"Names don't matter. What's important is how you live your life."
Age
18

Gender
Male

Home Sea
The Dragon Sea

Aether Sign
Sun - Lightning

Aether Abilities
Kaminari has trained his body under the martial arts of his father and Gale, learning how to use aether rather late in his training. He is the least experienced in real combat unlike the rest of the crew, only being allowed to fight if it is necessary. Gale's training has helped him create ways to use his aether to supplement his martial arts while being useful for every day purposes. As it stands, Kami is hardworking Diver with fists of steel and feet of lightning.

Lightning Skates: Lightining Skate is a unique technique that enhances the user's speed and creating unique ways to attack. More specifically, the user lines the bottom of their shoes or feet, if bare-footed, with a thin film of Lightning Aether. After the bottom of the shoe is coated with lightning, the user's speed on foot increases substantially. As a result, it as if the caster is skating across the ground. This spell holds a similar setup compared to when Kaminari enhances his limbs with lightning. Due to the complexity, Lightning Skate cannot be used in conjunction with Lightning Touch.

Lightning Touch: The most basic of techniques, but the most creative in Kaminari's arsenal. With a deep breath, Kami channels his aether into his hands/feet, casting streams of electricity around his hands/feet, thereby increasing the resulting damage when striking targets. Due to the natural effect accompanied by being struck by lightning, Kaminari can shock his targets. These shocks can potentially cause a momentary stun but, it's a rather low chance.

Lightning Tether: Shifting lightning through his hands/feet, Kaminari can touch an object, or person, leaving behind a mote of lightning, creating a tether between him and the object. The tether is solid, yet retains the property of lightning. A current is charged into whatever it touches, allowing Kaminari to change the polarity of the object, either pulling himself to the object and vice-versa, similar to magnetism. The tether cannot shock the things it touches as that requires too much from Kami.

Personality
Kami is a guy with very kind heart and pure intentions. Despite any troubles at his life, he continues to keep his smile truly alive and sincere, in order to seal the hope and strength in himself and in others. Kaminari is a protective and supportive one; even if he doesn't know how to help, he will do almost anything to help his friends or unknown-to-him and innocent people. He respects all the people that surround him, even the pirates though this respect differs from how Kami attends the usual people and Divers. He is quite polite, trying not to be rude in conversations and/or when he is in a bad mood. He is a calm individual, which can not be driven crazy or become mad easily. On the other hand, if somebody turns him up to the boiling point, then you surely can begin your preparations for the worst things ever. But, reaching the boiling point is a hard enough task. To mention other things, he is very kind and compassionate and somewhat very impressionable at someone's bad times and eventually often can not simply withstand the burden of other's troubles even if they aren't connected to him directly and he doesn't help them due to different circumstances.

History
Unlike his parents, Kami was not born in Xian, rather he was conceived upon the Dragon Sea, on a ship captain'd by Himund Gale. Kami's father, , stood proud to see his child had survived the complications of child birth. The same could not be said for , Kami's mother, had become ill during her pregnancy, her body growing weaker due to contracting an unknown disease. Despite her being in immense pain, Melia held her child tightly. Raito and Melia shed their love upon the infant, their lives finally amounting to something. Raito elected to raise his son on Gale's ship, treating his good friend as Kaminari's god father.

The life of a diver was not one well suited for a child and yet Kaminari became attached the idea of a Diver, a hero that protected the seas. Raito, and Gale began to teach the boy how to handle being a Diver, as even they knew that he would follow in their footsteps, but they were careful to never let him close to danger. The crew looked out for the boy and his ill mother, becoming a family in the meantime. A family that would soon endure a tragic loss.

The night came long as everyone slept, Kaminari running around the deck with Gale watching over him. A cannonball ripped through the ship, alarming the crew. Pirates had come to get revenge for their captain. A battle would ensue that left Gale's crew on the losing side, a ship 3x the size stood before them. Fate had deemed them a sacrifice to satiate the pirates, until Raito took action. His prowess proving to be legendary, facing them down near single-handedly. A demon of the seas, he boarded the pirate ship. He knew that couldn't escape the dreadnought, so he took it upon himself to give his crew time to escape. His goodbye was short, but he knew his family would understand, Kaminari screaming for his father. The loss was grave and not even time could heal this wound.

10 years passed after that fateful night, Kami never forgetting his father's sacrifice, but he was not the only loss that the boy would face. Melia too would eventually pass away, her body growing too weak to sustain herself. Kaminari had to face life without his parents, instead being raised by Huminid Gale, a foster father who treated the child like his own. The boy was the cusp of becoming a man, ready to face the world as a Diver like his parents before him.

Gear
Kaminari does not carry much besides the usual diver equipment. There is only three things that he keeps on him. One being a customized pocket watch that his father once used and the other two are twin katanas that are family heirlooms from his mother.

[User]
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Ah... the sun, the sea, the salt. All things Crus had been enjoying until the freakish storm overtook the ship. He'd seen plenty of storms in his life, from rain showers to hurricanes, but none that came on quite as fast as this. None as brutal either. Whatever was haunting this isle was really territorial. Crus had clung fast to the ship's mast, feeling every sway and lurch as the ocean and tempest did their best to pull the vessel under. During the worst of it Crus' heart felt as though it would be ejected from his throat, but was as exciting a feeling as it was terrifying. And just as quickly as the barrage of wind and rain came, it passed.

It was a couple of long moments before Crus unwrapped himself from around the mast. He shook his head in canine imitation, clearing it of sea water. Damn, what a storm!

Dark clouds and the harsh howl of the squall swirled around them on all sides, threatening to engulf them again, but here where they were it was more of less clear. Seems they'd gone right through and into the calm at the center. Without the din of the storm to compete against, Gale's voice rung loud and clear.

"Yessir," Crus chirped, raising two fingers to his forehead and then motioning them towards the Sharkfin's captain before making his way below deck. It was a little weird onboard, with people snapping to attention and practically rushing downstairs. Much different than the peaceful voyage they'd had so far. For all he knew though, maybe this kind of thing was normal. Crus was just going to pretend he knew what he was doing as he followed the flow.

It had only been days since he'd been onboard the Sharkfin. Though successful, his stowing away had not been very stealthy at all - and the crew had discovered him mere hours into setting off after stopping over at a little island for a short shore leave. They'd found Crus in the mess fixing himself a meal. The young Southerner didn't have much of a plan, and it was only with Gale's good humor and charity that the Sharkfin's crew hadn't stuck him in a rowboat and pointed him back to Ororuel.

And look at him now! On his way to become a Diver. Or so he liked to think anyway. He'd schmoozed with the crew over the last few days, made himself useful, and now he was going to prove himself in the water alongside the professionals. Oh yeah, things were going swimmingly.

One of the downsides of having stowed away was that Crus didn't bring a lot with him though. At least he wasn't bogged down with stuff, but he didn't have much gear to gather. Crewman insisted that he take a rebreather at the very least, and so he did. Maybe in the future he could buy one of those fancy suits. For now, it took him all of a couple minutes to get ready.

"Hey, Kami!" He called, craning his neck to look around for the other young man. "Last one t'make it back up on deck s'gonna cover the other's swabbing duties after this. I hope you've been practicing with your mop."

Challenge made, Crus started back towards the stairs. Now, there were plenty of people on the Sharkfin's payroll. Gloryhounds, misfits. Runaways. The nature of some eluded Crus, like those Imperial women. One such person was nearby, leaning against the cabin wall looking a bit lost all things considered. He was going to pass her on the way out, and so he flashed her a disarming smile.

"Tell me y'aren't sea sick, miss." It occurred to Crus that he hadn't spoken with the woman much, if at all, since he'd been here - so he wasn't about to guess her name and get it wrong, leaving it at 'miss.' It was an easy enough comment to brush off if she wasn't in the mood.

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mentions: @Lemons@Taka

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[Assistant]
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The Sharkfin | South Seas Ocean

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As the storm began to settle around them and the Sharkfin came to rest, Kaitha, like plenty of the other crew members, stared up at the patchy break in the clouds. Blessedly, the sun had not vanished from the sky to leave the world bleak and gray forever; the rays that touched the ship were warm and welcome. Tonight the moon would be beautiful—"dark days, bright nights," as the saying went.

Something to look forward to, anyway.

Orders were given and Kaitha made her way giddily down belowdecks. The dark here was much starker than it had been outside, even in the guts of that awful storm, and unlike the sunlight that warmed her skin and sank down, this brought her a warmth that radiated from within. She smiled, bouncing in each step with all the grace of a feather on the wind until she found the storage. Others were here, a young man and woman. Crus and Tella, who, Kaitha believed, was imperial. She hadn't been so vocal about it yet though, so for the time being she was given a pass.

"Pardon~" she hummed, slipping past them with water's own fluidity to find her things. She doffed her habit's cap and overcoat, but left the shawl and waist-coat on over the rest of the outfit. Choir habits were designed for diving, which made traveling much easier.

Well, mostly. She did have one bit of luggage that could be cumbersome now and again.

As she retrieved her Bo Saw, she couldn't help but overhear Crus and be just a little intrigued. Seasickness? A diver? Hopefully not, what a dreadful affliction to have in a profession like this. Or any profession, really. Frankly it might as well have been called 'worldsickness.'

"Think it might be more that the sea's sick of us." She flashed a grin, and tried to remember that showing too many teeth put people off. Quickly, she gave the blade a test-revving, happy to see that it hadn't been damaged in all that rattling. "Luna's luck we'll be out of here before it finds a remedy."

[User]
The sea wind rushed past Kaminari's nose, twitching in response to the breeze. Feeling the breeze was a common hobby for the son of the Captain, his body hair straightening, goosebumps forming on his arms, he loved every moment of being on the sea. Storms were part of the fun iun the case of Kami. He could enjoy the rain hitting his face and the lightning streaking through the sky. This was a love instilled in him by his real father and mother, they loved being on the sea, and the little they got to spend together resonated deep within the boy. He stared across the sea from the porthole under the deck of the ship. His mind focused on the joy of being a Diver.

Suddenly a voice broke the silence of his mind, Kami looking back to see Crus. A challenge brought to his feet, a challenge that the teens normally instigated. A friendship had spawned between the boys, regardless of the short moment that they've known each other, and Kami felt as though he could tell Crus anything. Everyone else was older with far less joy that Kami but, Crus could match his energy with ease whilst also giving Kami someone to teach since he already had years of Gale's knowledge under his belt.

"Not fair. Ya already close ta the stairs.", Kami yelled back to his friend, lifting his feet to chase behind him.

Reaching to the deck behind his friend, he embraced the feel of the sun hitting his skin. He loved it and felt as though his body was being revitalized, filling with aether. Lightning, purple in color, sparked just a bit between his fingers, Kami playing with it like a toy. His eyes scanned the deck until the landed on the man that he admired the most. Giving a few greetings to the crew that knew him, and the few that didn't, the teen made his way over to his adopted father.

"Hey Pop." Kami gave Gale a huge smile, "So what do ya want me ta do?"


[System]
Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance]

Home: Arizona

Skills:
* Basic first aid and herbology
* Legion-standard hand-to-hand combat skills
* Tailoring at a professional level
* Basic survival skills
* Fluent in Latin and English
* Four years of education on pre-war history. Primary focus on the Byzantine Empire and late Germanic tribes.
* Discipline
* Literacy, both reading and writing
* Skilled at rudimentary weapon manufacturing, maintenance, and usage (includes simple firearms)

Background: Born in one of the dozens of villages spread throughout Legion territory, Albus was raised from birth to be an auxiliary soldier of Caesar's Legion. As he grew up, he learned everything Caesar had made policy to be learned: skills necessary to live on one's own, skills necessary to aid your fellow soldiers, and skills necessary to not make the mistakes of the proud, fattened hogs of the West. The way things were going, Caesar's Legion was primed to eradicate the men of the West.

When, against all odds, the NCR won the battle of Hoover Dam, and successfully assassinated both Caesar and his most-trusted confidants, the internal structure of The Legion collapsed into several warring nation-states. Clusters of villages rallied under the charismatic force of those who used to be Centurions, and so a massive civil war erupted across the American Southwest that rendered much of the land nearly impossible to traverse for fear of being attacked. Those who had previously rid the land of Raiders now banded together into massive tribes, raiding and assaulting their enemies with little mercy.

Albus was one of the many smaller villages who fled for safer grounds when the great civil war erupted. Together with his instructor, his mother, and his three brothers, he fled northeast. Though his family and friends decided to settle down somewhere in what used to be Kentucky, Albus moved along on his own, eventually reaching South Carolina in one piece. Currently, Albus is staying temporarily in a podunk shantytown way off on the coast, darning socks and hunting Mirelurks with the local boys.

Equipment:

* One slightly dinged-up .357 lever-action rifle, given to him by his father.
* One canteen, currently filled with water.
* One pouch, filled with emergency rations. Enough for two days.
* One baggy of trail mix, for Heather.
* Fifty .357 magnum rounds, loose, bought from local scrap dealer.
* One machete. Has a smiley face carved into the pommel and a crude guard made of wrapped cloth.
* One road map. Covers both the Carolinas and Georgia.
* One boning knife, for fish and small animals.
* One tin drinking cup. Has multiple coffee stains.
* One crude tank-top and pants, self-made.
* One rucksack, stolen off an unknown corpse.
* One straight razor, well-kept.
* One iron saucepan, for boiling and cooking.
* One ladle, wooden. Previously owned by mother.
* One sewing kit. Previously owned by father.
* Fifty bottle caps. Branded "Bawlz Energy Drink".
* One pair of binoculars. One lens has been destroyed.
* Three Legion denarii. Two silver, one gold.
* Pair of shoes. Intermittently houses a growing colony of foot fungus and several large insects.

Other: Albus has one pet: an old wild pig that he managed to coerce into following him through regular bribery of dried meat. The pig's name is Heather.
Heather is astonishingly intelligent, and frustratingly willful. Heather will go nearly anywhere Albus will go, and has saved Albus's skin more than once.
Albus holds contempt for people affiliated with the NCR or the current Brotherhood of Steel. He feels that they haven't faced any real hardships and are instead growing fat off the backs of the workers beneath them.

[User]
"Robobrain, it seems my worries about his communism were unfounded. He does not, however, respect his fellow man, or know or care for the consequences of his actions. It seems as if the bartender is infatuated with him, seeking to cover his obvious flaws in hopes of a tryst or something."

Lifting the visor of his questing regalia, he chomped down on a cigar, lighting it with his Shiskebab. Taking a long puff, he turned to the Robobrain.

"Also, the Vault Security does NOT count as a military position. After all, Vault-Tec was a private corporation, not a government-sponsored effort. So he's impersonating military personnel. Ain't that a Federal Offense? ...also why in Arthur's name did he come out here just to insult us?"

[Assistant]
Albus looked at Davis like he was a lunatic.
"I'm sorry, but... do you not know how bad becoming depending on another city-state is? Forgive me, but I feel you're missing the point of this "danger to the community" thing. Allow me to explain, please."

Albus stood up, and straightened his moustache.
"The sheriff has a set of turrets available, yes. Where does the spare parts, ammunition, and repair technicians for these turrets come from? That's an important question... without them, the town would be nearly defenseless against attack!"

"Well, that answer to that is simple: you can't manufacture them without pre-war appliances and pre-war amenities. South of the Border is nice, yes, but making turret parts would require the industry of a military base! You've got two choices: One, you can scavenge parts from old world facilities. Two, you can trade for them from people who can make them-- like the Vault Dweller's group. Option one is clearly not viable in the long term, and option two seems good, but holds a clear and present danger."

"What happens when the community you're trading with suddenly wants what you have? Well, obviously, they're going to do everything in their power to withhold what you need. Spare parts, technicians, ammunition, everything that you've come to depend on them for! When you're at the end of your rope, they'll come to offer a deal-- your stuff, for their continued support. And that's how they end your community."

"Eventually, you'll become so wholly dependent on these people that life without them is possible. You're just another colony for them, to dispose of as they see fit! You'll be assimilated into the workforce of this Vault Dweller's group, and you won't even see it coming."

Albus continued to speak, imploringly.
"Please, look to the future of the community! You shouldn't grow dependent on the works of the old world! We have to regain our civilization the hard way, or else we grow complacent-- we become chattel! The raiders shrink in size, but grow in activity because of the Vault Dweller's actions! All the turrets in the world can't save us if the whole Enclave turns its eye towards us!"

It was at that point that Jack came back in, strutting like a cock in a henhouse.

Albus opted to plumb his deep knowledge of history. His instructor had been very enthusiastic about pre-war American life, and so did everything in his power to teach Albus about that.
"Please consider the consequences of a poor community being offered 'help' by a seemingly wealthy benefactor. I'm certain the town's library has some history books that cover early American history. I'm sure you'll be interested to read about them, especially about what happened in Cuba."

Albus turned to Jack. An inquisitive look crossed his face.
"Since your friend is so cocksure about you and your friends' beneficence, I want to see for myself. I want you to take me to your home Vault, and to the Brotherhood of Steel. Let me see who they are and what they do, and I will do everything in my power to assuage the tensions felt by the townsfolk."

Albus smiled gently, and looked Jack in the eyes.
"I only want to help. Maybe your group got it right, this time."

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Achilles, still drinking at the bar, interjected gently.

"I don't know much; you said a lot of things. But I know if the turrets fail there will still be hard men ready to defend the community. As many as there are ready to knock it down, hopefully. This morning the Sheriff got a nice pile'f guns for his deputies to sling. Ammo for days too.

"Guess you aren't local, don't know me. Used to be on th'other side. Wouldn'ta switched if I didn't reckon the community way was better."

He shrugged as if it was of little consequence to him. He had chosen his side, it was this fellow's right to do the same.

[Assistant]
Albus nodded. It was true that the sheriff's men had guns and could use them.

"You're right, of course. In the short term, the town will be safe from most threats. However, I am not talking about the short term."

Albus stood up, and plumbed his memory for stories and anecdotes. One in particular shone very brightly. His teeth gleamed as he smiled at Achilles.

"Have you ever been to Arizona, friend? My father once encountered a city of lights and industry. Mesa, a land of milk and honey for many men living in the area. Mesa was virtually impregnable to raiders. Turrets, lasers, grenades-- they had it all! They had defended themselves for decades, but had grown to depend on their irreplaceable technology. The men, not needing their guns for anything but sport and hunting, didn't bother to learn how to shoot-- the turrets did that for them! The security council, armed with lasers and trained to use only the finest in weapon repair tools and medicine-- they didn't bother to learn how to make herbal remedies or improvise weapons! The small bands of raiders that plagued them earlier now didn't bother to come at all! Life for them was as simple and carefree as a babe in the cradle!"

Albus' tone became grimmer.

"Of course, where do you think those raiders went? They banded together-- grew powerful and cunning. Overwhelming defense can only be met with overwhelming force. They bombed supply caravans, burned and salted farms, instigated terror across the community wherever they could get in! The people of Mesa grew terrified, and eventually collapsed into civil war. Those few that survived were picked off and enslaved. Met with an impenetrable fortress, these raiders undermined and corrupted-- and the city's people were not hardened enough to cope."

Albus decided to leave out the parts where Caesar's Legion rolled through, enslaved the raider tribes, and assimilated the remaining survivors into the Legion. It would put somewhat of a strain on his point.

"We need to ensure that our defenses are only capable of just barely exceeding the current threat, and that all of us are prepared for the worst-case scenario. Otherwise, we'll grow soft in our cradles, and be destroyed when that cradle falls!"

[User]
Davis disappeared into the back shaking his head, off to get something. Jack sighed. "I'm tracking the BoS, I did manage to contact their D.C. headquarters and they said that they would organize an expedition down when they could. I'm sure there are some around hiding from the Enclave however." He told him then looked down. "I can take you to my vault but it's... It's empty." He turned back looking at the doorway.

Davis returned with a large crate setting it down on the table he pulled out five books. "These are books, on everything from math to how build and repair mark seven turrets. I've payed scavengers to look for years and never found this many. The vault dweller here gave half his vaults books to help us start a school, we might not be self sufficient now but once we get things going were going to be able to repair and build what we need ourselves." He smiled opening a copy of Hamlet.

Jack nodded. "My vault was built on science, we had a thousand of the leading minds at the time of the war and we made incredible progress. Our vault was also stocked with a abundance of reading materiel and old world music. Music went to Three Dog upstairs and Davis got the books in exchange I never pay for a room and board." He said nodding to Achilles. "Alright lets go back to the vault, we can-"

Jack heard a sound that haunted his dreams, the sound of verti-birds. "Oh god damn them! Davis lock up the bar tell the sheriff to get everyone inside. Shit! Okay we need to lead them away from town if not then the people here are dead." Jack thought a moment.

"Okay here's the plan we slip out the back gate and I'll rig a plasma grenade into the verti-bird send it sky high then we open fire and lure them away from town. By the time they get back the sheriff can have the turrets up and arm his deputies. Enclave will turn back if there to heavily armed will buy them about a week or two." He said walking back towards the door. "If your coming with me now's the time other wise stay here and prepare to greet your new overlords." He spat Davis hiding the crate of books and clutching his .45 with a white knuckle grip.

[Assistant]
Albus stared daggers at Jack. This moron had led the Enclave right to them!

"Looks like I was right, Vault Dweller. The town is doomed, one way or another. However, I will do my best to keep them busy while you escalate things. I'll go talk to them, and keep them distracted."

Moving quickly, Albus sprinted out the Radiation Roost and towards the town's front gate. In no time at all, he was out the front gate and in front of the set of Vertibirds that were just now touching down. This was going to be a rough day.


[System]
Age: 23

Bounty: N/A No Bounty

Gender: Male

Appearance: Adam is a young man with trimmed greyish hair, and dark blue eyes. He has a slim build, and isn't particularly muscular. He has Caucasian white skin, and usually wears a black privateer's coat with a white undershirt, and tan pants. His face is slender without much in the way of scars though is hands are calloused, and his chest is marked with a few scars that are hidden by his clothes. One wouldn't call him particularly handsome but certainly isn't ugly more average than not. The one remarkable thing about his physical body is his eyes tend to give people chills.

Personality: Adam is out for one person, and that is himself. His family comes second to some degree but due to their dynamic he truly doesn't believe he can trust them. Adam can be polite but more than not is rude, and callous towards others. He says whats on his mind, and doesn't mince words. While he may not be the most friendly sort he can try, and fake it to some extent appearing to be jovial, and carefree. He is more comfortable plotting how to torture, or hurt another person than he is trying to appease them. He is greedy but he knows not to be stupid, or foolish enough to seek things that may end up backfiring on him in the long run. He can be cruel but doesn't act on his impulses to do so usually. His main goal is simply to become as powerful as possible while the second is to amass his own empire. He doesn't particularly enjoy the concept of sub servitude, and he is quick to betray those who force it on him like a leash. That being said he is willing to put with what he must in order to achieve his goals. In short he is ambitious, and underhanded willing to do what he must to get ahead be it in combat, love, or life in general. While he can be sadistic he prefers pragmatic solutions to most things even if he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Hopeful children with eyes full of wonder sicken him to a degree.

Backstory: Adam Grey was born to a man known as 'The Warmonger of The South Blue' a man who had spent his life going from one place to another living life on the edge, and learning many fighting styles after which he amassed a massive amount of wealth. He was the third born of ten siblings. The Grey Family siblings had different mothers each, and Adam was no different than any of his siblings. He was raised to be a warlord. His own man in order to spread the legacy far and wide. His father wanted his progeny to master the arts he had only managed to acquire over his vast career. To see which one can become stronger than him. His childhood was spent chasing his elder brothers Clyde, and Hans who both looked after him in their own way trying to turn him into an ally. Though he ended up choosing neither in the end being a neutral party in order to follow his own dream.

His childhood was spent training with his father from when he was old enough to hold a knife in his hand his father found him more than capable of being quick, and deadly. His mother wasn't around leaving his father to raise him with whatever nannies he could find when he trained his older brothers. Socializing became a commodity to him more than a rite he was allowed to talk to people but only when his father allowed him to take a break from his studies. He learnt where to hurt a person to make them talk, where to stab a person to make them die, and where to hit them to just slow them down. The body became something of a learning point for Adam learning all he could in order to promptly destroy his opponents in combat. Failure was rewarded with insults, and mockery. It drove Adam to learn harder to prove his father wrong. Of course this was all a part of the charade of becoming a child soldier essentially. As he got more siblings his father spent more, and more time with others instead of him.

As he became a teenager the family butler taught him how to fake things. Smiles, compliments, and loyalty to others. Things that spies would learn in order to infiltrate places, or how his family used its influence at parties. Adam became quite adept at lying, and hurting people in the right way with more than just knives, and daggers. While this happened his older brother gave him tips, and tricks on how to seduce women, and girls. How to put on a charade for longer, and ultimately even how to use a sword which was his brother's own preferred technique.

It was somewhere near the end of his tenor at home that his younger sister Alice developed some sort of infatuation with him bordering on psychotic love, and affection. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was genuinely kind to her as a sibling, or maybe she was just latching onto someone but it ended up with Adam avoiding her when he could. His sister's marksmanship made her a dangerous enemy so he made sure not to make her mad if possible. After learning what he could he decided to set off. He bounced from ship to ship, and job to job learning, and honing his skill. At one point refusing to take a devil fruit because it would limit his own ability on the high seas in the long run as what use was a person who couldn't swim? He cleverly swapped names, and wore different clothes at times hats, eye patches, and other guises used to avoid bounties being placed on him when he became a pirate. He joined The Scarlet Pirates more on a whim to see where he could go next after his last crew mutinied on their captain for lack of splitting the loot. Though he holds no loyalty to the captain he feels this could be a different journey compared to his already difficult journey has already been.

Abilities: Adam is a proficient speed fighter able to quickly at blinding speeds, and adeptly move his body having mastered controlling it long ago. Even at his young age he was drilled like a tool more than a little boy. He can perform rudimentary surgery, and sufficient first aid though he is hardly a worthy doctor. His main skills lay in his knife work able to subvert, and riposte his enemies with his dual daggers.

When outperformed he can swap back to his cutlass though he doesn't favor this way of fighting as he doesn't view his swordsmanship as his primary fighting style though he is still proficient as any man would be. His other natural ability is his ability to lie. To fake being someone else was something he mastered easily. He can convincingly fool most people if need be if not he can at least fake his real personality to others.

In order to supplement his close quarters style he has also an respectable degree of hand to hand fighting combat styles. His speed, and his quickness allow him to perform against skilled opponents if not simply by how well he can dismantle, and hurt his opponent.

Relationships:
The Scarlet Pirates: He cares nothing for the crew. They're a means to an end but he has no reason to believe they will prove useless to him in the long run so he's willing to join, and help them for the moment.

The Family:

Father - Daddy has been a source of inspiration, and disgust. A man of imposing stature, power, and wealth he had sufficiently become a warlord essentially through trade, and conquest. Adam wishes to overcome him by the end of his life. Respect is a word he rarely uses for anyone but his father.

Clyde - The eldest Clyde had taught, and assisted Adam growing up. An obstacle in the long run but still a worthy elder brother. He respects his elder brother, and fears his political savvy. Adam wishes to beat him one day if possible.

Hans - The second eldest brother. Hans violent nature, and his thug like axe play has given Adam a disdain for his brother. However he knows well enough not to underestimate him.

Alice - Alice is a problem. She cares for him more than a sister should be. she is skilled, and dangerous more so than most Adam believes. Adam keeps her at a distance but makes sure he doesn't cross her. He hopes that she stops her nonsense and becomes a proper rival to him.

The Other Siblings - Adam has seldom seen the rest of his family having mostly been raised with the first four, or so children he knows them, and has seen them work at times but he hasn't seen them at their peaks as of yet, and keeps a cautious eye on them.

Dreams: To become a peerless warrior, but mainly to become as strong, and as successful as his father.

[User]
Olde Bar@BladeSS4@Archmage MC@vancexentan@Zelosse
Apparently a bar fight has started, and that each crew started on each of their chaotic ruckus. The barfight started by those pirates. Yes, Alesia wasn't the one who started it, Those pirates provoked them in the first place! The wooden table had slammed on the pirate captains, who seemed too drunk on even moving away.
At the next moment, it was like a steel table had collided onto the pirates. Unnaturally, they felt as if a wooden table had a crushing weight, knocking away the three captains unconsciously. Alesia stepped away from the wooden table in a recognisable thud. 300 kilos, wouldn't kill them, but she is not going to turn this into a bloodbath. Surely they will forget everything after a few days' rest. She was quite sure of it, her weight barely exceeded the two of these captains' mass.

On the side of Riko, the spinning glass propelled by the spinning alcohol, has crashed on the pirate flat on the chest, knocking him out near instantly. One that has the same type of powers like her. Alesia thought.

Amongst the shuffle of table and chairs of the course of the barfight, a pillar of flames abruptly shot up from one corner to another, leaving searing marks over the various tables of the establishment. Fortunately it missed the alcohol storage. But, a small singe came close to the spinning alcohol of Riko, and the alcohol ignited into a great spiral of fire that seared the enemy pirate into cinders.

That has provoked the tavern into a hard to resolve barfight. More of those pirates started drawing their cutlasses, a few pulling out their brown pistols. The fact that they are less sober helped a lot on the outcome of this barfight, the careless breakings of the rum bottles would help on the powers of the Saphire Star. Still they have avoided the 'ghost' with the black hood, Willow.

"Its better to knock them out peacefully so," Aleisa responded to the comment of Adam, with one hand covering the glare of the bar embers. "Also, I'm not fond of these guys~"

A white wolf could be seen from one of the broken windows. It was the same pet that was seen when Alesia entered the establishment. It seemed to be staring the shores from the backyard kennel. It was quiet and composed despite the scene of the bar.

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Streets of Brown Isles @Jerkchicken
"We're just messengers! Our captain is faraway at the Swamps." The pirate gasped for breath from the blunt damaged gaited from the previous skirmish. The other two pirates has succumb to its own injuries, laying flat on the floor motionless, the cobble floor started to dye red.

"He isn't that type to fool around the bars!" The pirate replied in gasping breath. "Our crew has gathered a bit of treasures at the Cavern by the hillside, challenge us if you dare!"

The pirate taunted, despite his defeat. The Caverns was beyond the Swamps, and they seemed to be unafraid of letting out the beans not the hideout.

The have a few cheap guns and blades on them, but that was what they seem to have of value. Just mere underling. A small den den mushi was placed on one of the pirates belt, but it has yet to blurp at the moment. The swamps was just ahead, and the shops was still nearby, albeit cleared from the customers.

"I appreciate your help. Those guys, they had been disrupting our business since they disembarked this harbour..." The store owner emerged from its place of hiding. "Or I should say, my harbour, I'm the mayor of the Brown Isles."

The shopkeeper who calls himself a mayor approached flint.

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White Pearl @Stern Algorithm
Not far from the docks and White Pearl, there was a lone pigeon that flew to across the harbour. From what it appears it is a messenger pigeon, its two pair of claws has a rolled up parchment.

[Assistant] Handel wasn't sure what to make of the intercepted messages, but it seemed they'd found trouble. Something involving some deal with the mayor and drunkards, possibly another pirate crew, though that was to be expected, given where they were. The message suddenly switched to sounds in the bar, from which Handel heard the captain's voice. Sounded like something shady was going down at the bar. Handel walked out onto deck, slightly confused. Did she go to the bar and bother the captain about unfounded suspicion and curiosity? Dare she leave the ship unguarded? Was there any point in sticking their nose in this island's business? As she ran through these thoughts, she noticed a messenger pigeon flying overhead. Odd. With the advent of Den Den Mushi, messenger pigeons were a thing of the past, unless someone specifically didn't want their message being intercepted via black Den Den Mushi. But that only made Handel even more curious as to the contents of the message. "Nobody will notice if this bird took a slight detour," Handel thought as she pulled a boatswain's call from her breast pocket, placed it to her lips, and, instead of producing the usual sound, mimicked a surprisingly loud pigeon's coo in an effort to entice the pigeon to come to her.

[User]
Flint approached the small den den mushi that was on the belt. No doubt they were already expecting him as well as the conversation with the old man that was being hassled. The little snail was pocketed as he went to approach the old man. "I see, any reason for that?" He asked. He wanted to trust the old man but he also knew he could blindly be walking into some unknown conflict between two dishonorable groups. "How about if I help clear these guys out you can help me with shopping needs?"

As he awaited the response from the mayor, he began to formulate a plan for attack. He wondered if these guys were small fry enough to do this by himself as a solo mission without bothering the others. He didn't mind whether to go solo or not but he'd knew he want to get this out of the way soon before things started to escalate. "Perhaps that shopping trip for supplies would have to wait until tomorrow." was what he was thinking. He eyed the snail in his hand as he waited for inevitable message from the pirates.

[Assistant] Fine if it had to be this way so be it...let these drunk fools be done with quickly. Adam charged back this time he didn't use a weapon. His knives being drawn here would just mean unnecessary bloodshed, and as much as he would like to stab these pricks it was hardly the time, or the place. Casualties here would not help them even as his comrades around him quickly became more violent. "Don't get cocky people like this usually have someone bigger watching their back." Adam warned as he quickly grabbed one man's hand and twisted it before slammed himself forcefully into his chest enough to knock the air out of him. Adam then flipped the man and kicked his head hoping that would at least be enough to knock him out. If attacked shortly after that Adam would jump back quickly rolling over a nearby table, if not he would simply wait until he saw the chances to take care of another pirate.