[System]
Meister-
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon Partner: Joni Fowler

Personality:
Fionn is a girl of little words, and when she does speak, it is rarely more than polite small talk. Her image of shyness is only furthered by the fact that she becomes visibly uncomfortable when anyone comes within a couple of feet of her and is jumpy at the smallest surprise. However, her tendency to avoid being talkative makes her an understanding listener who can keep a secret to the grave. Almost impossible to anger, she can still be fiercely protective of her friends even though she shows it in a different way than most. Above all else, Fionn is sympathetic to anyone who she feels deserves kindness, as she herself went without it for most of her life.

History:
Hailing from a little, rural town in Ireland, Fionn's early life up until her enrollment in the DWMA passed without much significance to the present. However, some of her more odd habits and behaviors would hint at some strange going-ons in her birthplace. Regardless, once she found herself at the foot of that massive staircase, she surely would have run off at the last second if it weren't for the little tag-a-long she had somehow acquired during the last leg of her journey to the U.S. Initially unsure of her potential as a meister, Fionn found solace in the fact that her companion had similar fears. Joni, as it turned out the girl's name was, had a rather unwieldy weapon form and was worried that she might hurt her partner more than help them. So, the two of them made a promise to partner up and support each other through thick and thin.

Soul Resonance Technique: "Chain Breaker":
Fionn's weapon grows in size - in Joni's case, to about 26 feet in length - and glows white. The effect of this technique is that anything or anyone struck by the weapon will have any soul connections broken (regular/chain resonance, for example) temporarily. The amount of time that it takes for the connection to reform depends on the strength of the victims' bond. Any physical wound inflicted by the weapon will bleed faster as well.

Soul Detection Skill Level: I'm good at it.

Flaws:
Fionn suffers from extreme "stage fright" to the extent that she would be unable to fight in front of her peers/teachers were it not for having Joni by her side. As a result, she is unlikely to ever be able to resonate well with another weapon or meister, especially in Joni's absence. She gets her feelings hurt easily and may even cry if someone makes fun of her. In terms of physical ability, she would be a serious threat if not for her deafness in her left ear. Without someone to warn her, she can be at risk of surprise attack from that side.

Weapon-

Name: Joni Fowler

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon Appearance:

(Around 15 feet in length)

Meister Partner: Fionn Caxigo

Personality:
Joni is essentially a chatty, bubbly ball of energy in the shape of a teenager. She often handles all communication on behalf of herself and her meister, even to the point of answering questions directed specifically at the other girl. Though she has a somewhat wicked sense of humor, she is often clueless when it comes to mature topics. Her mouth can sometimes get her into deep trouble, even when she's not trying to pick a fight, mainly due to the fact that she can rarely resist an inappropriate joke. However, despite just how obvious her young age can be, she is quick to defend her meister. As a matter of fact, her meister is the only person whom she would give up her life for.

History:
Growing up on a ranch in Montana, Joni was no stranger to the idea of rough-and-tumble adventure when she discovered that she was a weapon. A strange combination of her mother's traditional western-style whip form and her father's martial chain-spear, Joni was practically bouncing off of walls until the date came for her to board a bus to Nevada and become a part of the DWMA. Despite her initial excitement, however, doubts began to weigh heavily on her mind the farther she traveled from her family. Above all, she dreaded the fact that no one might want to partner with her. Despite her own nerves, Joni quickly found someone even more anxious than herself. The girl sitting next to her on the bus was practically shaking in apprehension. Joni wasted no time in comforting her new friend, and found out by attempting to distract her through conversation that the girl was a meister enrolling in the DWMA. Since they both had similar misgivings about their situations, Joni decided to partner up with Fionn as soon as possible.

Soul Resonance Technique: Same as Meister's.

Flaws:
Though Joni has a compatible soul wavelength, her physical weapon form can be difficult to control with accuracy and has no ability to make deep wounds. In terms of personality, her protectiveness of her meister can lead her to be overly suspicious of others and needlessly put herself in danger.

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"Durek (Idiot), Corvus is at it again." Lena observed, still upset from Sid using her full name even though she had already submitted the form to have it shortened. She looked at Meister Claus who just observed with a bored look.
"They are honestly going to start this in the same room as Death? They are all idiots." he said after watching them for a few moments. If the six of them were smart they would not start a fight in here, take it outside at least or else one might face the discipline of Death himself. There was a reason Death was assigning 8 weapon and Meister teams to this task, and even though he hated to admit it Death City was just too big of an area for a single team to handle on their own. He hated working with others but he was tactful enough to see that. Corvus was of course going to be a problem. If him and Sulley were not at the top of the class Claus had no doubts that he would not have been selected for this mission. For the moment he had to put a hand on Lena's shoulder. She had the look on her, the one were she was itching for a fight and would probably jump in if the chance arises. He could just speak up and diffuse the situation but it was interesting to let them sort it out, if it did come to blow he would just get to see who was the stronger pair, far from not being a benefit to himself.

Lena could see Claus was in his own head thinking about something so she just leaned back on one of the posts of the guillotines. If it was not for her the two of them would have never gotten noticed, Sure her partner was talented but he was more interested in showing that in class sitting in the front row and answering as many questions as possible like he had something to prove, it was enough that she already had to put up with his constant complaints about the classes being too slow since day one. But she had no choice but to be with him, no other Meister could pick her up when she was a weapon, and Claus did it with such ease, making him her partner by default. Sure they got along okay but the kid could be such a nerd at times it ruined her cool.

[Assistant]
Soonue - Ari

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Ari and Soonue had been sitting next to each other while they both waited for their teacher to come into the room. Soonue had been her usual self while waiting. Patient, silent, not making a single movement. Ari had also been her usual self. Absurdly bored. She rapidly swung her legs while she waited for the dead man to teach his metaphorically-dead class. "Soooooonueeeee~" Ari said in a sweet tone. "...?" Soonue silently directed towards Ari. Soonue slowly turned towards Ari. "I'm booorrreeeed~" Ari continued to speak. "Even the snail can ascend a mountain." Ari said in her usual mellow and slow way of speaking. "What does that even mean?"

The two's short conversation was cut off when Sid entered. Soonue waited patiently as he spoke. Ari continued to swing her short legs while she puffed out her cheeks. Neither one was really listening to what he had to say. However, when Sid mentioned about reporting to Lord Death, both of them were interested in what he had to say. When their names were called to go to Lord Death's offices, they were intrigued. When Ari heard her name called, she instantly stood up. It was a good cure to her boredom. Soonue stood after she heard many other people moving. Soonue walked down one of the nearest aisles with Ari behind her.

"Think we're in trouble~?" Ari said jokingly. "You might be." Soonue quipped back. Ari puffed out her cheeks as they walked along the hallways to get to Death's office. The next brief period of the two was quiet. Neither of them spoke. They were both quite nervous at what was going on. Even so, they were also mildly excited. This silence was quickly cut short by Soonue. In her leading Ari, she had failed to even suspect that someone would put a sight on the wall incorrectly. Instead of it being against the wall, it was suspended by a rod that pointed out of the wall. The sign read "Beware of protruding rod". An ironic fate for Soonue.

A thud resounded throughout the hallway. Soonue stood still, her neck half-bent as the sign rested upon her face. Ari tried her hardest not to laugh, but even after the 87th time, it was still funny. Soonue walked back, took a few steps to the right, and walked forwards again without so much as a word. Ari ran up to her and held on to Soonue's hand as the two walked forward.

When they reached the office, Ari waited to be the last few in. She then waited for a bit, then ran through the guillotine corridors. Soonue was confused why Ari was doing this. She wasn't able to shake off Ari's grip, so she just went with the flow. Upon reaching there, they waited and listened to what Lord Death had to said.

A special mission with a cult? Ari didn't quite like this. Throughout their previous activities and everything, they usually only ended up as supports for other people. Knowing that she was considered to have a high potential left a bad taste in Ari's mouth. Soonue didn't care. In any case the two of them silently waited while the others spoke amongst themselves.

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"I believe that means I win." Joni said smugly, peering over her meister's shoulder and totaling the values of her four cards. "I have one two, two fours, and a five. You have two threes, a six, and a jack." she reclined, putting her feet up on the desk. Like always, Joni had gotten bored waiting for class to start and demanded that Fionn entertain her some manner or the other. This time, the entertainment was a game of golf. Fionn shook her head and pointed to the jack.

"This one is-"

"It's okay, no need to congratulate me for being such a winner and all." Joni cut the older girl off, a devilish grin rapidly forming on her face. Both of them knew the rules very well, but Joni just couldn't pass up the chance to give her uptight partner a hard time. Before she could enjoy Fionn's indignant yet composed retort, however, a surprise announcement floated its way up to the back of the class where the two girls were sitting. "I wonder what they want us for..." Joni murmured as she took Fionn's hand and pulled her down the steps and out of the classroom toward where the other mentioned students were headed.

...

"That was odd." Fionn commented after the briefing was over. "I hadn't thought we'd done much in the way of showing promise. It's really lucky that we're even in our class at all." she glanced over at the other students. Her eyes went wide and she started fiddling with Joni's hair nervously. "How am I going to fight with them around?" she whispered to her partner, her throat drying up rapidly.

"Don't worry." Joni's pale pink eyes flicked up toe meet her meister's own blue ones. "You have me by your side, remember?"


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 32

Faction/Race/Species: Human/Ex-Imperium of Man

Sub-Faction: Ex-Savlar Chem Dogs

Rank/Position: Former Penal Legionnaire

Mental and Physical Traits: Joran is concerned primarily with one thing and one thing only: Himself. He only cares about his survival, his needs, his wants, and that's it. So when he was given the option to get out of Savlar's toxic mines, he took it, not caring that it meant service with the Imperial Guard. This mentality aided greatly in his survival skills, and perhaps its what let him escape, though its certainly what made him want to even try to escape. But escape he did, though not after acquiring plenty of useful skills and equipment as a Penal Legionnaire. Joran is skilled in both melee and ranged combat, though he fights much more randomly, with almost no distinct style or rhythm to it. He's also great at jury-rigging ramshackle equipment, and a damn fine cook, if you're willing to taste the sludge-looking dish he calls food.

Appearance: Joran has a very ragtag, scavver look to him. His hair is a filthy, matted mop, almost black from a mix of natural color and filth. His eyes are a bloodshot grey, whether that's from lack of sleep, excessive chem use, or both is unknown. His body is covered in dirt, scars, and burns, and he's rather lanky and thin. His one set of clothes is a hodgepodge of uniform pieces from various other Imperial Guard regiments, such as the black combat boots of a Catachan, the khaki fatigue pants of a Cadian, thick black leather gloves from a Steel Legion regiment, the grey fatigue jacket of his own penal uniform, and the headscarf and goggles of a Tallarn.

Wargear: Joran's gear is just as scrounged as everything else he owns, and it shows. Armed primarily with a Steel Legion lascarbine jury-rigged with a flamer pistol attached(he stole it from someone else in his regiment that built it), and an autopistol with a noble's name carved on the slide. He also has a rather large knife he claims he stole from a Catachan, though most don't believe him. He also carries a varied assortment of random grenades, each of which look different, and none of which he knows what they do until detonated. For armor, he wears a mismatched assortment of Flak and Carapace pieces looted off the corpses of other fallen guardsmen, all an assortment of colors and camouflage patterns. His assorted equipment includes both a nose-and-mouth respirator and a full head gas mask, a a wrist chrono timepiece that always lists it as 10th day of the 6th month, in the year M987, but with the correct time of day, a pair of magnoculars that cover everything with a red filter, and assorted cookware and utensils for making and holding food.

History: Prior to being sent to Savlar, Joran actually flew a cargo ship for a civilian trade organization. Eventually, he got sick of flying the same route between the same three planets every week, so he decided to take his ship and run, just trying to see where he could go. After killing the other members of the crew, fending off landing dock security, flying off into the stars, and ditching the cargo into space, he thought he was home free. Unfortunately he either didn't run far enough, or wasn't too good at covering his tracks, because he was found, and sentenced to work the Savlar mines for murder, resisting arrest, grand theft, destruction of property, and a myriad of other smaller charges.

While there, Joran showed his great survival instincts for the first time, making contacts and alliances with the other prisoners and the more morally corrupt guards. Gathering a decent amount of supplies and supply chains, Joran had just about as comfortable a life as possible on Savlar. So when the time came for another Penal Legion to be raised, the overseer of Joran's section of the prison decided he was living a bit TOO comfortably, and 'persuaded' him to volunteer into service with the Guard.

While in the Guard, Joran did surprisingly well, taking to killing and combat quickly. After a few years of skill, persuasion, and good fortune, he had amassed decent gear, excellent survival and field duty skills, and was ready to make his escape.

Taking the opportunity to board a cargo ship docked at his legion's base camp for a supply drop, he managed to escape WITHOUT having to kill anyone, hiding away in the cargo hold, and escaping when the ship returned to the nearby hive world it had departed from. Escaping from the ship, Joran managed to find and board a transport ship that would take it far from his penal legion, far from Savlar, and to a place where he could hopefully live his life the way he wanted, away from the rules of strict monotony.

[User]
Ga'duk waited patiently in his seat, the rumbling engines and high alert in the rest of his squad going largely unnoticed. He had performed and confirmed his ready check twice, although the sergeant had fixed his mask so that it was actually sealed and would protect him from a hard vacuum if the hulk had vented its atmosphere. The pilots navigated around shining spotlights on several crash sites across the hulk's shell but were always less than satisfied by the possible landing zone. The sergeant moved to the front cabin and began arguing with the pilots so that he could depart and complete his mission, Ga'duk on the other hand rocked gently back and forth day dreaming of mopping a vast station rather than getting "'oonds" and having to spend days with the medi-guys.

Finally the sergeant and pilots hammered out a plan and pulled the rear of the transport to a section of hull that seemed sturdy enough to bear their weight. The transport locked itself to the hull with some mag-clamps and opened its door to bare hull. The guards understood immediately and broke out their breeching cutters, thin jets of hot plasma slowly burned through the hull leaving droplets of hot slag cooling on the floor. While the guardsmen were cutting the sergeant turned to Ga'duk. "Are you ready?" he said rhetorically, Ga'duk nodded but the sergeant continued "good, now when we get the hole cut you have to go out FIRST and KILL anything that is NOT us. Ok?"

Ga'duk nodded slowly, "y-..yeah, i got it sarge" he said laughing "i'll squish dem"

The sarge slapped his shoulder "yeah, thats good, its what He would want."

Ga'duk's eyes went wide "He? You mean da Empoor?"

"Yes, He wants you to squish the enemy"

Once the sarge stopped talking Ga'duk charged the half cut breech slamming with his full weight and strength, several of his squad had to dive out of the way to escape from being crushed between the ogryn's shield and the hull. The first impact warps the hull and audibly strains the metal, each of the gaurdsmen stare at Ga'duk in surprise both his unexpected charge and his immense strength buckling the thick hull. He backs up and readies to charge again, "squish dem for da Empoor!" he shouts as he charges again crashing through the weakened hull into a large corridor. He raises his axe and searches for a target bellowing a barbaric warcry, but finds none. The guardsmen follow him out and form a semicircle barricade of las-guns around the breech. Ga'duk looks around again while lowering his axe before dropping his head, "I sorry Empoor, der was nuttin to squish.." he said, vox channel open. His entire squad chuckled but Ga'duk was visibly wounded that he could not fulfil the Emperor's will.

[Assistant]
The generators started to light up, slowly. But instead of the usual blue hue it gradually turned to purple in the same rate which it grew in luminosity. Until it was a raging inferno of warp light that intermixed with the plasma within.

During this, Zuriel felt an opening, a rift further to the fore of the hulk. It closed almost as soon as it had opened, but something came through.
Was it a summoning? Or just a single effect? No matter what, it was no minor psychic power being unleashed and more importantly, there was another psyker on board.
He smiled, he suspected there probably was other on board the hulk, probably even psykers. Definitively psykers if one counted deamons. Albeit weak ones.
Now he knew, he cursed his wandering mind. He had let too much energy through, his ritual was disturbed. The generator hissed and spat, wailing faces emerged in the light and in the corners of vision and atop the machine, a fury and some disfigured dark fiend sat and licked their mouths when gazing at the dread magi busy with the ritual.

If it was more power the warp wanted, it would get it.
Zuriel cast his hands towards the ceiling and began shouting his incantations instead of simple murmuring. He allowed energy to pass through the veil at an increased rate and more than that, he enforced his will upon it even further.
The small deamons on top of the reactor wailed in terror, they had misjudged their planned meal and now fled. There was no time however as the dread magi violently gestured more energy into the star, energy began to visibly enter it and wind began to rush into the symbol. The deamons tried to clamber and flee, but was pulled in by the gale wind which violently yanked at the robes of the fallen tech priest. The pathetic deamons dematerialized and became energy to fuel the ritual.

As black tar like warp stuff dripped from his eyes, mouth and from under his robes he finished the incantation.
The generator was now running at more capacity than it was supposed to bear, light shone out from rips and tears in the reactor and the ship got a massive influx of raw electricity.
Lumo bars exploded, blue lightning arced here and there and warning sirens began to blare.

With a black smeared smile Zuriel exclaimed.
-"Excellent..."

The generator was going to explode... in time. For the moment it was producing enough power to probably run a couple of ships, armed only with lances in high combat pressure.
The only thing keeping them from rupturing instantly was the energies Zuriel put in place to sustain it. It would not last forever.

As he turned around and began to walk away with heavy steps, he couldn't help but fiddle with his fingers, holding his fingertips at the fingertips of his other hand and flexing.
He was on his way to the sensorium.

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The two shuttlecraft from the trader vessel were tightly sealed to a flat surface of metal that was 90 degrees to the surface where Xeraphiel was standing on. They were high above his head as if clinging to the side of a wall. He craned his neck to look up at them. It being space, the techmarine simply jumped onto the wall with his magnetic feet and began walking toward the shuttles. "Up" had a new direction.

The vessels were powered, but were also dark and vacant. It was obvious that the crew had gone straight through the underside into the hulk just moments ago. If he had intent to follow them, then he would have to traverse into the spacehulk from the same point. Fortunately, the traders had already cut an opening.

Xepherial raised his left, black gauntlet over the door mechanism, holding it only an inch away. A specialized dentrite snaked from his wrist and began signalling to the shuttle controls. Xepherial had no intent of damaging the shuttle, for all creatures and artifacts that embodied knowledge were sacred. Convincing the machine to override the safety protocols and open its door would be far more efficient and less blasphemous than plasma-cutting through ceramite. The two beings argued at the speed of electric impulses traveling through circuits and neurons until an agreement was reached. Xepherial had won. "Comprehension is the key to all things." He affirmed as the seal split, and pressure briefly escaped the cabin.

Passing into the hulk, there was air pressure. Sensors detected it was breathable, at least for a neigh-immortal space marine. What was more, there was sound, and a new direction for gravity. The techmarine landed loudly, armored feet against metal floor, as he responded to the readings his poweraromor supplied. Ancient generators were supplying artificial gravity somewhere in this place, maintaining a level akin to native Terra. It was a strange fact that sentient life didn't often develop on planets with gravitational extremes.

There was only one direction his targets could have gone, and so Xepherial began following. It wasn't long before a freshly cut opening in a metal wall revealed the path his quarry had taken. Cutting a door would have slowed them down, so they must have been close. Xepherial kept his senses on high alert. He wasn't exactly silent, but neither was the slowly flexing conglomeration of broken ships and asteroid. Deeper and deeper he traversed. Disturbances in the dust on the floor betrayed the tracks of Fio'Ui, Joran, Nykerio, and Naamah, helping Xepherial know which way to turn in the large open chambers. There wasn't much light, and the ship he was in appeared to be well devoid of any other life. As he walked, he brought up the display of the signal source he had recorded from the small, incinerated Imperial craft he had visited outside and was impressed to find the traders seemed to be heading directly for it. Cooincidence couldn't yet be ruled out, however.

The display vanished and Xepherial's bolter swung in the direction of a flash of movement in the corner. ... Trained on the location, Xepherial was fully ready to fire, but no enemy showed itself. Whatever that had been, it was gone, but it had revealed itself. After a quick 360 scan, Xepherial returned to his pursuit.

[Assistant]
As the various boarders from the Rigged Fortune progressed through the ship, Joran's feeling of uneasiness grew progressively unsettling, with Joran at an almost constant ready stance, the remainder of the stimm he had taken earlier pushing his senses to a higher level. This made Joran aware of various noises in the immediate area, including faint skittering sounds, and the somewhat distant clanking of metal against metal.

Moving ever forward into the ruined Hulk, Joran eventually noticed that one of the sounds came from behind them. At that moment, Joran called for his group to stop, wanting the possible pursuer or source of the noise to catch up to them. As they stood at the ready, none of them were ready for the hulking figure that reached them. A Space Marine.

The sight was rather short-lived, however, as another unexpected guest arrived. A minor swarm of various Tyranids came rushing into the room, and the meeting quickly devolved into an all-out fight for survival. Joran quickly switched on the flamer pistol attached to his lasgun, shooting flames out across the area, catching many of the Xenos swarm on fire. The fuel canister was quickly exhausted, and Joran switched to firing his lasgun, aiming for the various joints and limbs of the aliens.


[System]
Appearance: Zeyruun stands at 6'2, most of his height comes from his legs. He has broad shoulders that naturally hang back, puffing out his chest. His deep brown eyes compliment his dark tanned skin. Zeyrrun is bald but should he let his hair grow out it would be a curly mess that would grow upwards as opposed to down. His body physique looks toned from excersize, his muscles slender yet prominent. Besides his otherwise bald body he was created with an extended goatee that reaches up to the lobes of his ears. On the back of Zeyruun's right hand you will find the Crest of the keeper. The crest of the keeper is a circular sun with small angular rays coming from it inside of a square made of tiny interlocking rings. In the very center of the sun is four thick dots.
Weapon: War Hammer
Combat Orientation: Physical

Element:
Primary:
Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability.

Secondary:
Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell.

Skills:
Innate:
- Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize Zeyruun's weapon of choice at will
- Superior Strength: Zeyruun starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Superior Willpower: Zeyruun starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Blessing of the Avenger: When outside of battle, the energy "Flau the Avenger" exudes will repair the damages done to Zeyruun's body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time.

Tier 1:
-Verum Spatium: Zeyruun's words are imbued with his will, making others compelled to tell him the truth. Blatant lies leaves them feeling a sense of foreboding emptiness.

-Fortis Crimen: Zeyruun uses the strength of his defence to his advantage. Charging hammer first in a straight line knocking over or stumbling most enemies.

-Malleus Contritio: Zeyruun channels his strength into a mighty jump, leaping high into the Air. He then comes down with his hammer in a brutal blow.

[User]
Alnaera grit her teeth as she continued powering the spell, restraining the dragonfly. Sweat beaded on her brow and the nape of her neck as she watched the monster struggling. Thankfully, one of the other strangers took her cue, and sprinted at the insect, yelling that she got it. Alnaera didn't quite know why the green-haired female had chosen to attack from close up with a bow, but the resulting thwack was impressive enough that she nodded in satisfaction.

After one of the creature's eyes got destroyed, however, the flying menace broke free and was more enraged then ever. Alnaera dropped into a crouch, bracing against her staff as she prepared to defend. It was mainly by chance that she still had the other female within sight. The archer was struggling with the gunk sticking to her. As such, she had no way of seeing or avoiding the attack their opponent was preparing for.

Muttering a low curse, the horned mage dashed in front of her, sweeping her staff wide once she skittered to a stop. Light and dark comingled, and a transparent yellowish rectangle appeared floating before the females while a shadowy smog rolled up to their waists, protectively undulating against them. The defense had been put up just in time, however the hastiness of its construction proved to be its undoing. The wind slices struck at the thin shield, cracking then breaking it apart. The dark grey tendrils rose to eat up the rest of the attack, but slowly, and as a result only managed to shave it down a bit.

As such, the leftover force of the attack bit into Alnaera, resulting in two long, though relatively shallow cuts. The mage hissed at the damage to her left hip and right shoulder. Still, it was lesser than it would have been without the barrier. She was thankful that the insect hadn't chosen to physically ram them, which is what she assumed it was about to do to the archer. She was about to dish out as good as she got, the wolf-man started a dance of blade and magic, using the opportunity to greatly damage the dragonfly. Alnaera kept track of his progress while she healed herself, an ordeal which left her pleasantly warm and even slightly energized.

Then, using her remaining reserves, she began channeling energy up into the sky, slowly constructing a lightning cloud. The very moment the scythe-bearing male finished with his part, she directed the gathered forces towards a purpose. Lances of sparking blue crashed down into the dragonfly, spearing and shocking it – and only it. The ground directly underneath it and perhaps half a meter around it was charred, but the rest of the surroundings (and more importantly, her provisionary allies) were left unaffected. Alnaera was left panting with the effort that had taken. Surely, that was it for the creature? If it recovered, or if more came…it didn't bear thinking about.

[Assistant]
(Sorry for the wait!)

[@LukasVolkov @Undying Curiosity

With the adrenaline of finding his name still thrumming in his blood, Akshay was quick to respond. He swung his shield into the path of the dagger just in time, the resounding clang echoing through the garden - but before he could come up with a more offensive countermeasure, their attacker was gone again and his vision was full of smoke. Damn.

What he did glean from that split second, however, was useful enough.

"Long coat, long hair, no helm," he muttered over his shoulder, hoping his 'partner' was still close enough to hear. "Cunning, it seems. Be on your guard." Hopefully these slivers of information would be useful, but until then, what could he do?

...Ah, now he remembered. Akshay held his shield steady and expanded his senses a little more. With a little focus, he was sure his blindsight would find her. He just needed to focus. "Buy me some time," he added, even more quietly.

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My eyes widened at the bold but ultimately foolish move. Who wields a hammer in such a way? I used my momentum to slid on the ground, nearly missing having my skull bashed to bone by the hammer. Instead it thudded against my shoulder. Despite the odd use, the power behind the strike was no joke. My shoulder felt as though ripped from the socket, but better that than my skull crushed like a grape. I hissed as the force nearly sent me sprawling and I ran past him. A plume of smoke erupted in my wake blanketing the hammer wielding warrior as I carried onward, toward his now defenseless companion, who now stood alone. Best p[art was their back was exposed. My mouth watered and my hand tightened around my dagger. An ominous shadow flowing from the blade like smoke from dying embers. My eyes focused on his right side, a vulnerable spot. Kidney perhaps, my mind whispered.

I grinned and lunged, intent to sink all nine inches of shadowed steel into my unwary prey.

@Undying Curiosity

[Assistant]
Zeyruun felt a shock run through his palms as his hammer collided with something in the smoke. He positive it wasn't Akshay and he wasn't quite close enough to hit the gazebo where the deities sat. It could only mean his attack landed true, but the way his hammer continued moving after the impact it was almost like it bounced off.  It wasn't a direct hit, but they must've felt it at least, Zeyruun thought as he stood in the smoke. He didn't catch a glimpse of the long hair or the coat that Akshay mentioned, his vision was simply too obscured. Zeyruun had to really think about this fight. He was battling an enemy that could create their own advantageous environment, Zeyruun could feel a magic course through his body but he didn't know if he could put it to practical use. The power, the raw unrefined power, felt bright and comforting in his being. Letting it out could just make him an easier target to attack, a bright light in a cloud of smoke? Not a good idea.

Think. Think. Think!

An idea formed in his mind. In the heat of the moment, he couldn't predict the outcome or the repercussions, but he had to give it a try. Zeyruun placed the hammer in both his hands, gripping the shaft tightly. He squatted down and prepared to jump. He sat there, knees bent, for a few moments, trying to gather the rampaging light within himself and harness it. It was easier than it seemed, it felt so natural to manipulate the power. He did what he could to channel the power into his legs, making the skin around his thighs to grow taut from his straining muscles. With an explosive release, Zeyruun jumped into the air soaring up to a grand 15 meters. The sudden release of his power towards the ground, which propelled him upwards, created a flash of light that disappeared in a second. The wave of energy that left his feet grew outwards along the ground, pushing the smoke away in a radius. Not enough! The smoke only cleared about a meter or two away from him, not nearly enough to reveal the enemy or even Akshay for that matter. Hopefully, this next part would change things up a bit.

Zeyruun hung in the air for what felt like forever, hanging just beyond the plume below. He eventually began to fall to the ground. He raised his hammer over his head, and plummeted downwards towards a ground he couldn't see. As he fell he closed his eyes and tried to discern his height. once only a meter above the ground and slammed his hammer downwards onto the ground, sending out a shockwave. The shockwave didn't dissipate the smoke as he wanted, it had more of an effect on the ground, sending out a brutal tremor in all directions. this attack hadn't cleared out the smoke as he wanted, but the effect could still work for him, hopefully it throws their attacker off balance. With one attack of his landing but not a direct hit and this tremor he sent out, the fear of fighting an enemy he couldn't see didn't seem so tough. Now, Zeyruun just needed to get back to Akshay who may or may not have been affected by the tremor as well.

[User]
Curiosity @LukasVolkov

At the shockwave that spread from Zeyruun's hammer-pound, Akshay found himself forced forwards, staggering a couple of steps. A flash of anger spread through him for a moment - but it was quickly snuffed out. They were strangers. Of course they didn't hold together like a woven rope - these things took time, right?

He wobbled, vulnerable, and had to swing his shield up and out of the way to counterbalance.

His adversary didn't respond to goading, and he wasn't fast enough to track her the usual way, which meant he had few options.

Akshay called on a sense he hadn't so much as touched since the god-war went on, and the form of his enemy lit up in his eyes like a sparkler... slightly too late. He saw her coming, but despite his best effort to get out of the way, he hadn't left himself enough time to dodge completely. Lykantha's dagger slashed a deep gouge in his side, and Akshay let out a snarl of pain - even as his hand grasped tight around her wrist, pinning her in place and hopefully preventing her from dodging back into the smoke.

She'd landed a dangerous injury that he'd be paying for very soon, but Akshay trusted that his "partner" would take advantage of the moment and do something to deal with her.

[Assistant]
Lykantha saw blood splatter and flow from the wound she'd caused. A thrill ran through her at the sight of blood, staunched just barely be being grabbed. The grip around her wrist was like iron chains binding her in place. The shockwave forced her to stumble, combined with the grip around her wrist she stumbled.

But it afforded her an opportunity. She slid onto her back and twisted her herself. Her wrist burned in protest but she ignored it. She dropped her dagger, decently snatching it from the air with her other hand. This all occurred in the span of a breath before she made to slam the dagger's all nine inches into Akshay's belly and rip down. She'd gut one of them before night's end if she was to fall tonight.

@Undying Curiosity

[User]
When Zeyruun landed he waited patiently for the sound of fumbled footsteps but instead heard something much much worse. The sound of wrapping noises like that of moving clothes followed by a muffled outcry. Zeyruun could almost feel the pain emanating from the noise, a noise that he knew came from Akshay. Dammnit! He thought, furious at his foolish attempt to disperse the smoke. I must've made it harder for him. Damnit! Zeyruun gripped his Large hammer and strode through the smoke towards the noise. Using his eyes to guide him was futile but he insisted on keeping them open in case something came within range. The wrapping noise continued growing louder as he grew closer and closer to Akshay, or at least who he thought was Akshay.

There they were, nearly a few feet in front of him, fighting. Akshay with a strong grip on the assailant and the attacker moving with profound dexterity into another position to strike. Zeyruun's blunder would be redeemed here if he were to land a direct hit on the attacker this time. Akshay gave him a perfect shot, he wouldn't need to rely so much on accuracy this time, instead, he could focus on pushing out as much power as he could. Zeyuun skipped into a power stance while raising his hammer above his right shoulder. His hands slid together, joining at the bottom of the shaft. The perfect hit... Zeyruun raised his leg, his knee lifting up nearly as high as his chest. Zeyruun then dropped his foot forward and down, landing between him and the Attacker. His stomping leg shifted his entire weight forward and with using the moment of the stomp he swung his mighty hammer, throwing his entire weight behind the blow. The head of the hammer came whizzing down from above his shoulder, striking through the air on a direct trajectory to the upper ribs of the dagger wielder. The attacker was throwing a stab at Akshay, clearly intent on incapacitating for good. Zeyruun prayed to the light that his hammer lands before her dagger.


[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User] Angelo heard that their would be an assault on a corrupt wizard group. In all honestly Angelo wasn't worried considering how much stronger he has gotten but it still matters that this will be a full assault which means Angelo will need to be careful who he hits when he is in Zeus armor form. Angelo went to the back and laid on the grass to relax, practicing at this point would only make Angelo sore and tired for tomorrow so that means that Angelo needed to relax and keep his head straight and if need be take a drink to sleep waking up in the morning. Angelo only needed to make sure he didn't go into his full power unless its an emergency situation, Angelo couldn't afford to go blue and burn his skin when in the middle of a crucial battle. Angelo only hoped he would play a larger role in this assault even if he wasn't an S ranked that didn't mean he didn't have the power to be one if given the chance. Right now Angelo could only do his best and if he was lucky earn some extra points for the next time so he could be brought to the front lines of more assaults...

[Assistant] Sasha sighed looking over to Mayt, "whether it's a stupid plan or not, I think we have to do it. The master has already said we can't just go and ask them. They know something of what has happened to Wes and they are holding back. So we need to get it. We don't have to fight then, but we need the book" she said with a shrug. She took a sip her drink, looking as Maddox came over. She tensed at his question, having been ready to be friendly. "mayt is a friend" she said coolly "and so is Lazarus" she didn't say anything more, but her drink froze in the glass, and the glass shattered. She looked away, saying "sorry" she hadn't gotten anything out of Lazarus, and it didn't look like she would tonight. She looked to damian, then sighed, and nodded.

[User] Mayt had a hard time not copying Sasha's mistake of shattering her glass, he nodded to Damian greeted him, and he looked over at Maddox, his voice a little terse. "I think we've just been on alternate work schedules, I've been in the guild for a couple months." He paused taking a sip. "And with what Master Jamie knew, I still wouldn't risk the entire guild to save one person. Or seem to claim that's what we're doing. I'm certain there's a number of people here that could get this book without causing a hullabaloo. This Wes guy could be a saint for all it matters, and I wouldn't risk the entire guild to save him. I think Master Jamie is underestimating the Council's sphere of influence." He sighs, letting go of the glass and letting his fist clench. "Hell, I can tell you right now someone in the guild is going to get seriously hurt. And if it wasn't for the fact I have ulterior motives for wanting to put holes in the magic council, I wouldn't still be in the guild."

[Assistant]
Sasha's tone with her answer quickly suggested she wasn't in a joking mood. With that in mind, the smile vanished from Maddox's face. As Mayt answered his question before, the red-haired mage took a quiet drag on his cigarette. Only when Mayt finished speaking did Maddox release the smoke. Another new person had arrived as well. Now the bar felt populated, even if half the people there he was unfamiliar with. "I've been on a job for a few months," Maddox explained first. "That's why you haven't seen me." He took another drag on his cigarette and memorized the appearance of Damien. Then his eyes went back to Mayt and Sasha. "Both of you should relax."

After he let out the smoke, he put the cigarette out in the ashtray. "Nobody is getting hurt tomorrow." Maddox's expression held no smile, but was as sincere as one could get. "It isn't just about Wes, you know. But don't worry about it, either of you." The red-haired mage let out a sigh and put his hands behind his head, stretching his back. "You both sound tense. Just relax tonight. Maybe go to bed early and get some extra sleep. Or stay up late and have some drinks. Whatever floats your boat." The smile returned as he Maddox began to chuckle. Without even looking at Damien, his left hand pointed toward the S-class wizard. "I heard stories about you while I was out," he began light-heartedly, now directing his gaze to the man he was talking to. "For a newcomer to become S-rank is rare in any guild. So naturally I'm curious. Where did you come from? What can you do?" With a grin, Maddox leaned against the bar and picked up a drink. "We can start with your name though. Mine is Maddox Colburn."


[System]
Alias: Damocles

Age: 30

Powers/Skills:

Master Hacker

Technology Expert

Mild Combat Training (guns, minor hand to hand, and basic first aid)

Equipment: (Standard) lightweight body armor, 2 M1911 pistols, Police Baton, KA-BAR Knife, Sawed off Shotgun, Smart Phone with built in hacking software capable of quickly hacking into nearby computer interfaces. (non-standard) flash bangs, and shock gloves (custom built gloves that send a taser like bolt of electricity into body via touch)

Weaknesses:
Standard human weaknesses he is no stronger, or weaker than the average man. Though he has combat training a well placed bullet will put him down like anyone else.

Reliance on technology leads to him having issues when it's taken away. While he can hold his own he is woefully incapable of handling much without his equipment.

Lacks any real way to take down a meta-human in a straight up fight. Lucky for Albert he doesn't like to play fair.

Experience: 10 years of Experience

Alignment: Walking the Line

Personality: Brutal, Efficient, Cold, Distant, and humorless

Appearance: Usually wears a dark tan trench coat, or a black coat. He typically wears a hat, and a pair of shaded glasses to hide his eyes and face. Underneath that he wears his body armor on his chest, and knees. Only wearing a standard t-shirt, and pair of pants underneath. His shoes are usually made for running, and are worn because of that. He has thick brown hair, murky green eyes, pale white skin, and no facial hair as he keeps himself well shaven. He is of standard male height of 5'10 but is more fit in comparison to other people due to his tendency to practice training for his job.

BRIEF Bio: Born in Gotham young Albert was a young man with his path set up for him. However his parents weren't exactly the most supportive. They were always more focused on their job as bankers than taking care of him. Left to his own devices by his nannies he was quite the dull child never really finding interests in tv, or in toys. He was hardly ever placed around kids his own age and when he did he really didn't care either way for them. As he grew older he found he had a talent for thinking outside the box as puzzles, and math problems were trivial to him and he hardly cared for history, or for more mundane things like how to take care of one's home. His parents ignored him up until he was graduating high school and in which case they more or less forced him into the family business. Left with few other options that didn't appease him he went into the banking business with his parents and started off as a clerk. His bosses valued him for his skills, and talent early on but didn't show any favoritism towards him.

As he started to grow up he found out more, and more about the disgusting nature of Gotham as he learned more about it's corruption. His bosses were secretly paying up to the mob, and other villains and he decided he would be different. He was not satisfied with being some puppet for some mafia boss sitting in his fancy room with a fat cat. He started to study Wayne tech, and Luthor Corp technologies as well as other important technology companies. He searched on the internet for ways of hacking into them and began to assemble, and buy technology in order to get into their systems. Using his natural born talent for problem solving he began to learn how to use fire arms at a nearby firing range, and some basic hand to hand techniques online. As he started to stockpile his arsenal he started to become a shadow in his workplace going unnoticed by his superiors.

His first job was his own workplace he leaked major info regarding his superiors after he broke into the place late at night and uncovered even more dirt than he realized. His break in caught the attention of Batman who was just starting out himself and he managed to escape Batman via quick thinking, and using his home made hacking software to trap him temporarily in a safe room after fooling the man with a walkie talkie. He continued to do jobs all over Gotham doing everything from murdering drug dealers, to mafia bosses to hacking info on corrupt business owners, and criminals. He drew the line at people who were innocent he never embezzled funds, or hurt people (when possible) if they had done little to no wrong. He earned the title Damocles by the underworld by acting as 'an allusion to the imminent and ever-present peril faced by those in positions of power.' Though he mainly operated in Gotham he made sure to do his best to avoid running into Batman only really working in short bursts but he did his best to make those short bursts as effective as possible. He quit his job and began to live off of odd jobs, and the funds he gained by taking on bounties for his targets or even the funds he stole from his targets. He occasionally went to other cities but avoided Meta-Human dominate cities on purpose.

How did you meet Batman: Albert met Batman via his work though Batman failed to ever catch him due to Albert's own careful nature he has often almost gotten caught.

Notes: Albert is based off of the characters from Watch Dogs

[User] Having gotten nothing from the thug after the man promptly told him twelve different ways to fuck himself Damocles promptly shot out the man's remaining ankle, and had to restrain himself from finishing him off. The man could bleed out possibly. Damocles took the man's phone and activated an app from his own phone and took a secured copy of all the main's recent call numbers, and contact info before beating him over the head with his baton to knock him out. He looked around at the dark desolate area. Damocles decided now it would be best to not dally he would need to find the nearest source of venom and take, or blow it up. He couldn't leave the area without doing that. Leaving the moron to his fate be it death, or salvation Damocles rushed forward turning his screen's brightness to a lower setting, and using another app to see exactly where he was going by using a radar device to look for possible hostiles. The sooner he got the job done the better. Batwoman, and that moron guardian be damned he was going to do something productive tonight if at all possible. He couldn't help but he was assigned to the completely wrong job regardless.

[Assistant]
Guardian got Batwoman's message. He flew to the location. There wasn't much room on the roof so he put the car into hovermode and stepped straight on to the roof. He made sure to store the Venom he took in a secure compartment that if not properly accessed through a convoluted set of steps, that frankly pissed him off, would electrocute the thief. Quite a few mechanics at his base were nearly killed because they were a curious cat.

Batsignal, Guardian never understood that, there were far better way to set up contact with the Bats and the GCPD. It made him wonder if Bats was nostalgic for the simpler days. But the rumor of his hideouts which his coworkers jokingly referred to as the Guano Pit, along with his hi-tech gadgets, and his sweet ass rides made the nostalgia idea seem silly, but he couldn't figure out any other reason.

"Batwoman what is this development? Get balls for brains over there to talk?" Balls for brains started to say something but Guardian kicked a sizable piece of material, he didn't pay any attention to what it was just the size, right into the guys throat. It shut him up quick. "I didn't ask for your opinion now did I Balls for Brains? That is a rhe..question with no response needed." He stopped saying rhetorical because he didn't think Balls for Brains would understand the meaning of the word.

[User]
Wraith left the manufacturing plant and arranged to have the blood samples and such picked up at a specific drop off. He had just stored them away at said drop off when he caught Batwoman's message. He started to head to the meeting place they had discussed prior, and hoped that it hadn't changed.

When Wraith arrived on the rooftop, he saw Batwoman, a very large, disgustingly muscular human man, and Guardian just arriving. Ka'van lifted himself up to the roof and set his feet down silently. His black form was hard to pick out among the dark night sky, if not for the grey cape. His red eyes almost matched the hints of sunrise peaking out in the horizon.

"I'm afraid I haven't made much progress tonight," He admitted. He glanced at the mound of muscle, then back to Batwoman. "What have you found out?"

[Assistant]
Batwoman used a second to acknowledged the people there.
"His name is Trogg, perhaps the most infamous and important of Bane's lieutenants. He's ruthless, brutal and not a fan of personal hygiene, it would seem. Luckily, he also likes to run his mouth like a drunken Youtube personality. Don't you, Trogg?" She poked the beaten man with the tip of her boot.

Guardian's well-placed hit seemed to have removed all will to retaliate. Now he just lied there with his hands and feet still bound by the steel cables. His grim expression made him look even more of a caveman than ever.

A dark shadow moved over Batwoman's face as she went on. "However, what he had to say was troubling. It would seem, that whatever plans Bane has, extends beyond challenging Batman. Along side Batgirl, Bane also has Nyssa Al Ghul and the daughter of Deathstroke, Rose Wilson. I can't say with certainty what he intends to do, but I can say what he doesn't intend to do: As you all know, Bane's mind is his true weapon, and he has not done this with the intention of fighting 3 enemies at once. No. Instead he might use the women to trick or blackmail both the League of Assassins and Deathstroke to attack Batman. A fight I'm not sure he can win. Not in the state he's in right now. He might seem alright, but there's something beneath the surface. Which means that in the end it will come down to us. To secure Gotham. To stop Bane."

A part of her had hoped to read Trogg while she told her theory, as this could give her an idea of how close she had gotten to the truth. But the lieutenant's Neanderthal face had remained expressionless.

"If you have any other theories, now is the time," Batwoman ended on.

[User]
Jack and the behemoth known as Kaze made quick work of the remaining Venom junkies. Their bodies were thrown all over the green vegetation of the park. Benches were busted, and trashcans were turned over with trash flying through the night.

"Where's your boss, junior?" asked Jack, throwing the last remaining punk not currently knocked out.

"Go to hell skull-man!" shouted the muscle bound idiot.

"Your boss has three girls hostage... WHY?!" Jack asked backhanding the guy into a nearby tree.

Elsewhere....

"It seems I've caught you in a dead end. It's appropriate. Strength beats speed every time..." Bane taunted as the dark clad speedster called Bolt was obviously in panic mode.

The speedster tried simply running by the giant of a man but he was caught with a clothesline. Bane picked him up by the ankle and swung him one handed like a baseball bat into the building closest to them in the alley. The young hero's ankle snapped like a twig.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Batwing hit the scene from above, "I've got visual on Bane. We're somewhere in the Bowery..." he said into a communicator before coming down hard with a boot to the back of Bane.

"Now why doesn't Batman hide behind a suit like this?" Bane asked swatting at Batwing with one hand while still holding the broken limb of the dark speedster in his other hand.

Bane actually used the crippled speedster like a weapon and struck Batwing out of the air.

-00492

[Assistant]
Kaze dropped the bodies he had dragged along behind him as Jack started to question the last conscious member of the enemy. Everyone was still breathing and the worst injuries were probably some busted ribs, concussions, and possibly broken limbs. Rolling his shoulders he approached the pair just was Jack backhanded the junkie into a tree. "You need more intimidating tactics, Skeleton. Bane can beat them to a pulp whenever he wants." He said as he approached the downed criminal.

Crouching down, getting eye level with the wounded man, he started to pull back his hood. Revealing a muzzle, scales, horns, and rows of razor sharp teeth. "Talk to him, boy. Or else I will eat you starting with your arms. Then I'll devour your legs so you're a useless stump." He growled before snapping his teeth a micrometer from the junkies nose. His breath smelled like old blood and death with an underlying acrid stench. Nothing human about the monster in front of him.

[User]
Not letting the goons do as they pleased Damocles found a bag full of venom patches and quickly lit it on fire before ditching the place as soon as possible after leaving a small note to incriminate the penguin in the deal. It was a small crumbled piece of paper that could've fallen out of someone's pocket on the way out of there. It had 'orders' on it from one of the more well known lieutenants from Penguin's group. Penguin could easily be left as a target as he runs the arms deals in Gotham usually. He had to ditch the whole area jogging to find the nearest serviceable area that was not being clouded by his little interference device. It took longer than Damocles had intended to as he ran he had to make sure not to get into too heavily populated areas. It would draw attention to him. Best stick to the remote parts of town.

As soon as he could Damocles stopped in front of a roadside diner and breathed heavily pulled down the cloth around his face he took a moment to catch his breath before looking over the phone data he had received he made his way into the diner. Sitting in a corner booth after ordering a slice of cake he quickly thought over what he could do. First off he made a list of contacts that he got from the man so he could name names to Batman later. Then he figured he should actually see if he could track any of the calls made from the phone. After some complicated sleuthing he meticulously tracked all the calls he could some were issues, others were not. However something stood out to Damocles. "Seems suspicious...alright let's see here..." he muttered as his cake came and he paid for it ahead of time before sending out a message through his phone to the members of the bat family. Issuing a statement that he had found information linking criminals in the area to a desolate gym that shouldn't be in use. Chances are there was someone, or something there. At the very least a planning stage. Damocles was in no hurry to save the hostages though he didn't intend on leaving them there. He needed to catch his breath after the shit storm that was the last part of the operation. This wasn't his usual MO and he wondered if he should just give Batman his money back.


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[ S Y N O P S I S ]

Krauss is an experienced pilot tasked with flying one the new "helicopters" brought aboard this expedition. He's a fairly nice, laid back guy who likes to socialize and get to know people.

[ A P P E A R A N C E ]

He has short cut grayish blond hair and a rough beard. His face is covered in small scars and he has burn scars running along his forearms and back. While not particularly muscular, he still maintains a decent figure. This is mainly due to the fact that, as a pilot, he focuses more on endurance type workouts as opposed to strength building ones.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]

Straight forward, no BS sort of guy with a healthy sense of humor. He has a strange "meh" approach to the idea of death. Once couldn't really call it bravery nor a death wish. He just seems very calm about facing it and dealing with it. Over all he's a fairly nice individual who values reason and rational thinking.

[ H I S T O R Y ]

Krauss was born and raised in the Greater Republic of Avalia. It's one of the nations of Maru, controlling a sizable chunk of the island and seen as one the leaders in the United Isles Naval Coalition. It's a strong, democratic nation, whose biggest strength is airship design. They are economic rivals with Ventui, always competing with each other both in the civilian fields of aviation, and military. Being one the largest producer of both helium and hydrogen, Avalia focuses primarily on airships when it comes to aviation, and is famous for both its luxurious, high class transports, and its terrifying flying navy with some of the biggest guns around.

However, they don't point these guns at most, not even Ventui. However, time and time again, they seem to always be trained on Leigr. Avalia's people are strongly opposed to any sort of faith. They consider it a tool of manipulation and an attack on human rights to free thinking. Thus, the religious theocracy of Leigr is considered a serious threat on a good day. In the past, there were even large skirmishes and minor battles between the two nations, often over Leigr unlawfully seizing Avalian trade ships or Avalia detaining Leigr diplomats. Even now, in this time of relative peace, Avalia seems to be quietly gearing up for a full blown campaign with Leigr, thanks to the renewed importance of both the Obelisk and the resources the nation possess.

Caught between this massive mess is Krauss and his family. His father was a pilot in the Avalian Airborne Navy and his mother was originally from Leigr. The two met during a raid that, as far as Avalia is concerned, never happened. She was a civilian who was trying to escape religious persecution. While she was a believer, she doubted the religious authorities and despised how they would vale their own selfish needs with excuses of faith. She had stowed away onto an Avalian airship she found, which, as it turned out, was on a secret mission to rescue some important engineers who had been captured. Krauss's father had discovered her, but instead of killing her or taking her prisoner, he heard her out and took pity on the young woman. So, he smuggled her essentially back to Avalia where they started a life together.

Krauss picked up his father's friendly, laid back personality as well as his love for flying. His mother taught him both tolerance and determination, telling him to always seize the day and keep moving forward, no matter how hard things get. His dream was to be a great pilot, and so he did what he had to do. From an early age, he flew with his father, learning the skills needed to expertly fly light aircraft. Through this, he also met many friends and contacts with the Avalian Airborne Navy, which would help later on. He joined the National Academy of Aviation at 17, and graduated at the top of his class. Now, that's not to say he was perfect. The many scars and burns Krauss bares are from the many crashes and hard landings he's had to endure over his career. He's seen all manner of problems and learned that a dangerous situation can always occur when you least expect it.

From there, he joined the AAN, following the footsteps of his father. However, during his time in the AAN, he slowly grew to dislike the military. So many restrictions, so many barriers kept him from flying freely through the sky.

Thus, he eventually left the military, to join the new booming industry and lifestyle, the United Isles Naval Coalition. With his impressive record and with the pulling of a few strings from his network of friends, Krauss landed an incredible job. To be the pilot of a new type of aircraft, set to take its maiden flight on the UIS Garrloch, set to go out on an exploration expedition. How could Krauss ever resist such a job?

[ N O T E S / O T H E R I N F O ]
Krauss likes to draw quite a bit in his spare time. Mostly just sketches of landscapes that he sees.

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Lower Deck 1

It was rapidly becoming clearer and clearer to Edward that this trip did not follow the same general laws and logic he was used to back on the United Isles. He realized that following a tightly sequenced series of events which left him sprawled on the floor, gasping, as what felt like a ton of seawater came pouring back down on him. He spluttered with indignation, but a lip on one of the doors caught him as the ship tilted again at the crest of the wave.

This time he clung to the support like his life depended on it: which of course it did. He didn't want to fall down the hallway dry and comfortable, much less soaked and exhausted.

When the water rushed past him from his back on the way down, he wanted nothing more than to hit something hard in frustration. He'd known what he was getting himself into, of course, but even that hadn't been as harsh as what they'd already been through. "And this isn't even supposed to be the worst of it," he muttered.

Still, as they slid down the back end of the monster wave, Ed was endlessly relieved to realize that the world was finally coming back to its senses. The floor reappeared beneath his feet, and after a few long moments of frozen contemplation, Edward stood.

Captain Conway stood as well, with that Constance woman clutching at his coat like some kind of street hawker. He couldn't help but smirk good-naturedly at the woman's deflated ego. "Doesn't seem like there's any room for ego on this ship," he said, to no one in particular.

"Cap'n Conway," the PA system crackled again. "We're clear of the Ring of Thunder. Barrin' that hellish storm, it's actually quite a nice day out. Also, Supply Officer Gante wants to have a word with you at your earliest convenience."

Conway cursed as he switched directions. "We better not 'ave lost the food," he muttered, heading toward the rear of the ship. "Can't be eatin' steel, yeah?" Then he had unsealed one of the doors and left. Edward nearly followed him before he was struck with a sudden furious, raging delight.

They were outside the storms! This was historic! He lurched into action, pulling up next to the man and woman who had saved his life only moments ago. His entire right side stung, but the adrenaline and excitement dulled the pain considerably. "Come on, Luna! And...sorry, I don't know your name. Come on, Constance!" He waved to the bewildered-looking woman, then to the pilot. "You probably already have seen this, but come on anyway! We made it!"

After all those exclamations, he was off, bolting for the nearest ladder up. He'd risked everything for this, it was time to collect.

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Main Deck, Fore
Ed climbed out of the ship's underbelly with barely contained glee, his feet clanging on the metal steps as he poked his head up and over the lip of the deck. He gasped as soon as he looked up. "No way..." he croaked in awe.

He whipped his head behind him: sure enough, a raging wall of thunderclouds greeted his eyes with rippling fury. The clouds remained still, however, and Edward could tell that they were moving away from them. "This is..."

It was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. Back on the Isles, the Ring of Thunder prevented early morning and late night light from reaching the landmasses directly: light always sort of bounced up and over the storms, which resulted in the most gorgeous rising and setting of the sun behind the clouds. Crops grew well despite this lack of sun, as there were less clouds above the islands, and more sunlight went through. Or something. He was a reporter, not a god damn scientist.

All that was forgotten now as he slowly sank to the ground. "This is what I've been missing," he mumbled, content to sit there for an eternity.

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Lower deck 1---> medbay
Luna looked to the crew member, and grinned, a laugh playing around in her voice "Well, it certainly seems like I am, but what does that matter?' She ducked her head, preparing for the wave, "We must all nbe a little mad to be here" She drew in a deep breath, and closed her eyes tightly, ducking her head closer against one arm. As the wave crashed over them, Luna held as tight as she could, knowing that if she let go, she'd be swept away, never to be seen from again.

The cold of the sea water would have been shocking, if she hadn't already been half soaked from helping to put the fire out. Even with her eyes closed, the salt stung her eyes, and a cut she hadn't known she had gotten stung badly. As she was pushed violently against the support, her breath escaped her in a woosh, creating bubbles as the water washed over them. Within seconds, her lungs burned for oxygen, and she had to fight the natural instinct to breath.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the wave was gone, and they were cresting it. She drew in a deep, relieving breath. And another laugh escaped her, a joyful, breathless one. They were alive. They had survived one challenge. Catching her breath, she shook her head, her hair, already messy, stood up everywhere. She didn't try to flatten it, as she stood up, turning to the crew member that had saved her butt so many times today. At Edward's words, Luna realised she didn't know his name. "Thanks again. I'm Luna. Ah, I'm one of the medical staff" She smiled, "A pleasure to meet you. Ed, I'm going to go see if anyone needs medical attention, save me a plate okay?"

Turning back to the crew member, she said "It probably won't be the last time I use you as an anchor. Or anyone else, for that matter. So...I hope that doesn't bother you" She leaned up, and kissed him on the cheek, simply relieved to be alive, "gotta go, now! Whoa, how'd I manage to hold onto my supplies?" Amused, she darted off, taking out a sodden bandages. Well. She'd just have to make do. If anyone needed serious attention, she'd get them to the infirmary.

She checked everyone that she could over, and figured if they were walking, then they were fine for now. Once satisfied, she darted off down the halls of the ship, dripping water, seemingly not caring about that. She stumbled upon more then found the medical bay. She was sure she looked a fright, covered in sea water, hair all over the place, clothes dishelved, bruises probably starting to show, and that damn cut stinging. Yet she was still smiling, apartently thrilled with everything that had been going on.

She took in the sight, unsurprised to see it a mess. She was sure everything was thrown about in that wave. "hi" She said brightly, enthaustically, "Sorry it took me so long to get here, there was a fire, and then the wave...well, anyway, I'm here now! I'm one of the medical staff, a nurse" She said, happily introducing herself. Trotting over to what she took as her boss here, she offered a hand to help them up, "Wow, you really had a time down here, too huh? A broken bone already? Although that's not surprising. Everyone seems to be okay though, which is amazing considering everything!"

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Krauss wasted no time once they broke through the Ring of Thunder. He quickly made his way towards the small hangar bay on the ship. As much as he wanted to see the clear skies beyond those growling clouds of thunder and air currents, he had a baby to check up on. Opening the door hatch, he found some the maintenance crew scattered about, picking up papers and tools that had been flung about during their journey. The Chief of the crew noticed Krauss's entry.

"Oh, sir! Glad you here. I-"

"Sorry, but please, is she okay?" Krauss said worriedly, cutting off the poor crewman's words. The crew chief huffed then gave a small laugh.

"Yes yes, she's fine. Got a little bit a dent here or there from our tools being knocked about, but she's most definitely still air worthy." the crew chief said. Krauss visibly relaxed and then began to inspect the aircraft itself. As he ran a hand along the engine pod of the plane, the crew chief continued. "As I was trying to say earlier. I assume you want to get her up in the air as soon as possible, on account that we finally made it through that blasted storm. While she's still got fuel in her from earlier, if your willing to wait, I'll have the boys fill 'er up for ya."

Krauss finished his quick inspection, then nodded to the crew chief. "That's a fine idea! Go ahead and get her refueled, I'll go clear it with the captain in the meantime." just as he finished the doors to the hangar began to open...

The sunlight temporarily blinded those inside, but as Krauss's eyes quickly adjusted, his mouth was agape. B

Before him stretched an endless blue sky, a sky that he had only seen in his dreams. A sky that every pilot in Avalia worth half his skill dreamed of seeing. It was the infinite sky, what lay beyond that ancient ring of storms...

Krauss quickly made his way onto the landing pad, breathing in the clean, salty air. In the distance, he could still see those angered cloads, but all around him, blue. Blue, blue blue! And the sun! My god the sun! Krauss had never seen such beauty in his life. He knew what he had to do. Krauss quickly made his way through the ship towards the rear where he remembered captain Conway heading. He quickly found the man in the store room, talking to the supply officer.

"Captain Conway, sir. I'm here to request permission to take our aircraft for a maintenance flight. I want to feel her out after we got tossed and turned around like that. Make sure our precious prototype hadn't taken any damage we can't already see. " He paused, thinking for a moment as an idea wormed its way into his head. "This would be a great time to get that reporter to take a bird's eye shot the ship, you know? Mark the occasion and all now that were finally, truly underway." he finished.