[System]
Magician- Micro

Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: The Paladin

Magic Name: Defensor777, Guardian of All

Position: Judgement

Faction: Church of the Holy Shield

Seat Number: 24

Nationality: Ethnically Japanese. His mother grew up on the islands before marrying his father (a second generation Japanese American.)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Blood Type: O

Biography: Haruka was born to a family of soldiers and manly men. The Sakamoto family had always been leaders or elders of the Church of the Holy Shield, a fairly progressive non-denominational church based in the United States. Haruka was raised to be the model of how a man should act. Thus leading to his current philosophy to always give to others and enable their well being.

Haruka has gone through his day to day school life with such a philosophy in mind. Constantly engaging in peer tutoring and making sure everybody at his school had lunch money. It helps that school has traditionally come easy to Haruka allowing him to devote much of his spare time to the needs of others.

Personality: Haruka is an extremely generous person as seen in his constant attempts to raise his schoolmates grades all he can. This generosity carries on into Haruka's daily life as he can often be seen lending a helping hand to all those in need. He is a firm believer in the strength of the collective effort of humanity.

When not philosophising about ways to save humanity through the power of goodwill and charity, Haruka is a relatively laid back person. He enjoys long walks on the beach while shirtless, unfortunately life in the middle of the city has robbed him the pleasure of walking on the beach. Instead his roof is covered in sand. He also loves superhero shows. At the end of the day, Haruka just enjoys helping everyone he can.

No two ways about it, Haruka sees himself as a paladin and acts like it. If he sees somebody else in danger he will do everything in his power to help, even if it causes problems for him later.

Kind, generous, justice driven

Likes:
Superheros shows
JUSTICE
Helping others
Chicken noodle soup
Video games
Going out with friends

Dislikes:
INJUSTICE
Bullies
Bananas
Failing others

Skills: Martial Arts, Swordsmanship. Not a genius but smart enough not to struggle with the majority of things in school. First aid.

Magic: Haruka's magic is based off of a combination of the European Paladin myths and Japanese monster slayers. Due to his style of combat most of his spells are the quick and simple type, requiring relatively little mana but having a limited area of effect.

Armor of God: Activated via a medium length chant this spell provides Haruka with an enchanted armor and blade. The armor provides a boost to strength, reflex and speed at the cost of a chunk correspondingly sized chunk of mana.

Momotaro's Legacy: Through a medium length incantation Haura is capable of summoning the sword of the legendary oni slayer Momotaro. It appears in the shape of a katana with peaches worked into the hilt. Is especially effective against supernatural creatures and takes a medium sized chunk of mana to activate.

Holy Strike: A spell designed for use in the middle of a fierce battle, Holy Strike requires only a short incantation to use. When activated Haruka's sword glows with a white flame and melts it's way through anything in it's way. Uses a small amount of mana and only lasts a single strike.

Holy Shield: A quick-use spell that requires only a short incantation. When used Haruka shoves a hand forward and an ethereal shield forms in front of it. It is capable of absorbing a surprisingly large amount of damage. However in order to concentrate that much mana the shield takes the size and shape of a normal tower shield rather than the more oversized version one would expect from a magical energy shield. Uses a small amount of mana and only lasts against a single attack.

Touch of Faith: A rather variable healing spell. The incantation remains the same somewhat medium length, however the level of healing done changes depending on the amount of mana used.

12 Peers of Charlemagne: Summons 11 ethereal copies of Haruka that join him for a few attacks. Requires a medium length incantation and consumes a slightly larger than medium amount of mana.

God's Wrath: Haruka's last ditch move. All of his mana is gathered up in a single spell and cast as a pillar of light that falls from the heavens and burns everything it touches to ash. Requires an extensive incantation and uses all of Haruka's mana to activate. The more mana he has at the time the wider area the attack hits.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=EOvo0t4qUqw

Extras: N/A

[User]
Saya

The front door swung open. People on the street turned their heads at the girl that suddenly had launched herself off from the doorpost and immediately began rushing down street. A cut of white bread covered in strawberry jam was hanging from her mouth with her teeth barely holding onto the piece of breakfast. It was violently swinging in front of her face while she hurriedly ran down the street. Her black skirt lightly tud up and down with each and every step she took as it trailed after her in a hypnotic way. Her brown hairs trailed through the wind leaving behind the sweet aroma of hair shampoo. Her big brown eyes blinked in wonder of the people looking at her. Black thigh socks were covering her beautiful slender legs. They displayed some muscle she had build up over the years but, it did not take away her girliness. Her fair front bumper bounched around in the progress of running, leaving some boy's staring at her in the dust of her shoes as she hoped along. As final her bag was slung over her shoulder to make it easier for thr girl to run. It truly was the sight of a late comer indeed. Yet the warm hearted girl displayed a smile on her face for first day of school. The years or refreshment and new chances.

Her mother could just barely shout out behind her before she left the street entirely "Don't overdo it! But show them everything you got! Fight honey! fight!" Her mother waved her off and gave an air kiss to the young girl. She could just about give an embarrassed look to her mother as she left the street. Saya slowly ate the bread along the way while maintaining a fast jog. Her stamina was over the top by all the training she did but she couldn't give more speed than she already did. It was definit that she would be late for school now. If she didn't tale the train on the right time she would have to wait for 20 minutes max. Saya occasionally stopped for a trafic light but continued jogging even while standing still. She arrived at the station just in time.

Saya hurried onto the train platform and rushed over towards the train before it suddenly departured "No, wait!" She ran along sides the train while it quickly increased in speed "Let me iiinnn." She lightly began to cry in front of the people that were already in the train. It kept increasing in speed and eventually entirely passed Saya and left the platform. Saya fell stretched onto the platform and remained lying there for quite a while. Eventually she got up again and waited for the next train to arrive along with some other people that were headed the same way. Mainly students though since the train went to the outskirts of Academy city.

Saya jumped off the metro that went deeper into the city with a puff of her clothes as she landed. Saya gazed around her with a bright smile and got out a paper note of her bag. She almost lost it by the wind but could catch it after having trailed it for about two minuted before it completely flew off. She followed the displayed route towards the school and happily arrived at the school gates. She was not the only one who appeared to be a tad late. She saw at least two or more people that quickly rushed inside. Saya put her hands in her waists and proudly looked over the big school she was gonna attend for the comming years. There was no better moment to be proud of yourself than now. While being late non the least. She hurriedly made her way over with her hand placed onto the strap of her bag that was still hanging from her shoulder. She rushed into the building and a moment of utter wonder went over Saya. It looked even better than expected. Her mouth was wide open with a big smile on it. She twirled around looking over the ceiling and the walls while displaying the clear look of amazement. So many people so big, was this really true? Did she not end up in a fairy tail this time?

She hoped along the school hall towards the area with yellow lining. Before she could arrive some really could abilities and magic were displayed that she could see from the distance. The lightning rays and the thunder all looked very cool. Once she arrived at the esper part of the meeting hall she was beated with even more amazement. She could still get a glimps of the hot blooded ability and gave an awe at the guy displaying his ability. Once he had beated the drone she amusingly clapped for him as he left stage ground. Her smile turned into a grin once she saw the redheaded girl enter stage area. She had a remarkable hair color and top of all she was tiny and cute. Despites her size she really had some fire power in that adorable body of hers. Saya gave another applause at the small girl and remained watching. The woman testing the students had stopped with examing the students for a moment and interrogated a girl for her ability. Saya took this oppertunity to get some contact with other people to lessen the waiting time.

Her eyes fell onto a remarkable cute girl that somehow seemed out of place here despites the school uniform. The girl was wearing a hat and was known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan"! Saya walked over and lightly squated when she arrived at the blonde to get some equal eye contact height. She had shown a kind smile towards the hat wearing girl and refrained from hugging her... For now. She tilted her head lightly and amusingly greeted the blonde "Hai, hai! You must be lost cause I don't see any other cute girls like you around!" Saya didn't take away eye contact and digged through her bag in the meantime "I'm sure you would like some candy while we wait here, right?" She took out the sack of candy and poked it out to the girl in front of her. The sack was filled with all diffrent kinds of candy that were randomly put together by the candy lady from her street.

[Assistant]
Hat-chan ~ ハットちゃん

Those magnificent displays of Esper power ... to the headgear-adorned teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan", they were utterly awe-inspiring and breathtaking, a clear example of the triumph of Academy City's science over nature. All the heat released by both Karasawa Shinjiro and Tachibana Sachiko ... her eyes had borne witness to the abilities of Espers before, but these ... these were clearly those of the top bracket, the Level 4s and Level 5s of their sovereign city-state. Their power, power that she would never possess, was truly incredible.

"All that heat ..." she murmured, leaning over the rail to obtain a better look, "everything would be overcooked ..."

She was about to leave the stands to go find and congratulate her companion in the form of Karasawa Shinjiro when she immediately found herself accosted by another, taller girl garbed in the uniform of Hybrid Academy. As such, the teenaged girl known only to her compatriots by the moniker of "Hat-chan" could only blink in what could be construed as slight surprise as she was enthusiastically greeted by the fellow student.

"Oro?"

To be called cute so quickly, it was a bit forward, wasn't it? And ... candy?

[User]
Saya

Abort! abort! She is not falling for it! Saya thought to herself and carefully stood up right again from her squatting position with a small awkward laugh sounding from her vocals. Saya scratched her chin for a moment and gazed around the room, giving herself some time to think on what to do next with the blonde and how to fix her big mistake. The girl seemed kind of confused to what Saya was even trying to do with her and didn't seem to even trust her one bit as of now and just maybe the trust level had already dramasticly fallen. The girl didn't give Saya a proper reply back because of this making it even more awkward and difficult to fix it. A huge dilemma, she would be better of just walking away now but Saya did not drop the hope just yet! Thinking about it maybe a normal greeting would have been a better way to initiate this conversation, Saya thought as she looked back over at the girl below her. Well here goes nothing "H-hi I'm Hirasawa Saya. I let myself go for a bit there. S-so... hehe... I'm seriously not a bad person, s-so please don't freak out!" Saya gave an awkward smiled to the girl and poked out the plastic bag of candy in front of her "C-candy?..." Well she definitely made it worse.

She turned her front body away from the girl and gave a deep and heavy sigh before she turned back again "T-this is pretty exciting isn't it... I mean watching at the others showing their abilities by the exam. I wonder who they will test next." She talked while her eyes were averted towards the area where they were testing the students so she could talk without seeing how the girl react just to ease her own mind "Would you maybe mind me hearing about your ability? It's alright if you don't want to though..." She averted her eyes back a the girl again and lightly tapped her index fingers against each other and suddenly turned away again. She buried her face into her hands and silently cursed herself a little "Why! Why are my words going all over the place like this!" She turned back at the girl once more with her face revealed again and her face a little red from embarrassment with her smile more awkward than it already has been "S-sorry today isn't my day..."

[Assistant]
Did I fall into an anime at some point over the last few days?

It was an entirely fair thing to wonder as Haruka passed the third girl with a slice of toast in her mouth in his dash to get to Hybrid Academy before it got too late. It seemed that oversleep was more of a problem than the teenager figured, either that or there were a few too many people who played the part in hopes of getting a spot in their very own real life romcom.

As for Haruka...well it turns out that his alarm had been set for PM rather than AM. It was a miracle he had woken up at anything like the correct time to be honest. Now he was relying on all those long hours on the obstacle course to get him to school before it got too late.

Right now that meant sitting on top of a truck heading roughly towards his destination.

As it turned out the truck traveled to within a couple blocks of the school before turning off in another direction. Haruka dropped down as it started to turn, ignoring the odd looks nearby pedestrians were shooting him and took off sprinting the rest of the way to the school.

Apparently he was not the only person to be late today. Several other students were making their way through the gate ahead of him. It probably would not help him with the teachers but the fact made the Japanese-American feel better all the same. Making his way through the gates Haruka immediately started making his way towards the section of the school that was currently swimming in mana.

I guess that is where the magicians are being tested.


[System]
Appearance:
Size: 5'10", 140
Physical Shape: Athletic. Brian isn't fat, but he isn't skinny either. While he is muscular he isn't bulky, nor is he in anyway top heavy(infact he has more lower body strength). After years of running from trouble, navigating through alleys and across roofs, he has developed the perfect flexible body for parkour style movement and the occasional gymnastic feat of luck.
Age: 27
Personality: Prefering to keep things low key Brian hates any kind of bully. He doesnt get overly emotional about much, except seeing others get hurt in which case he will usually drop all sense of logic to try and help. Always approaching zombies with patience and precision Brian has a tendency to take his time, making sure to be as quiet as possible.For example: if there was a building to clear Brian would go in from the roof first, climbing the fire escape to the top and slowly making his way down room by room. This way only he was in danger. He likes to think of himself as a good samaritan - a gentleman.
Occupation: Criminal, Brian was a small time thief who stole from rich families homes and gave the money/valuables to the kids of the orphanage he grew up in. He was in prison when it began, a guard he had come to be friends with set him free.
Equipment:
Sweats and trainers.[hider]  Black trainers, grey sweats.
Semi-elastic long sleeve shirt.[hider]
Grey hoodie [hider]
Pocket bandolier around left side chest [hider]

Inventory:
Water proof Sleeping Bag strapped to back-pack.
One small cooking pan, two 1/2litre water bottles, spare clothes and a hatchet.
A Map of the city and a few packets of food (imperishable).
A toothbrush and towel.Crystaline anti-perspirent.
A wallet with a no money in it, only an old picture of himself and friends.
Assortment of various stolen jewelry.
Weapons:
Pistol with 3 extra magazines.
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Improvised spear.
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Concealed flip knife
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Background: Growing up an orphan was hard for Brian. While he made some close friends he was also bullied persistantly at his school which would lead to fights. This went on for years until one day (after he heard that his friend had just been adopted) Brian had had enough and didnt even give the bullies a chance to throw their first insult before he threw his first punch. After knocking one clean out and leaving the other two bruised and bloody Brian was given a weeks detention, which gave him time to 'think' and to heal his own wounds.

Realising the system was against him already, he set out to balance the odds, and began to find other bullies from other schools - teaching them a lesson. Finding that the rich were too rich, Brian would steal from various houses around his area, minor things at first. All through his life he moved from place to place stealing as he went. He fell into a dark circle for a few years, a group of less than kind men, who didnt just steal but killed. Brian has nothing to thank them for except a generally good knowledge of fire arms and blades.

With that behind him Brian had returned to his home, settling down in a hotel room which he kept modest and clean, paying his rent on time so as not to be suspicious; giving what he didn't need to the orphanage he had grown up in. When he was pulling a second job on the first house he had ever hit, (thinking they were still as easy a target as they were) turns out the sneaky shits had installed a fancy security system. After a close escape and an over-roofs chase Brian had no where else to run, so snuck the jewelry he had stolen into the hidden section of his bag and gave himself up.

He had been in prison for around 5 months when it all began, after a few days some of the policeman along with some civilians barricaded themselves into the station. Freddie, a guard he had become friendly with set him free to go and find the group some food and water. When Brian returned the whole place was empty with no sign of a struggle except for a few drops of blooding leading into the jail cells. There he found Freddie, a zombie, feasting on one of the inmates Jake. Taking the gun from the compartment under the main desk, Brian shot Freddie pointblank and then Jake for safety. Quickly taking the flip knife he knew Jake had hidden on him, he escaped just in time, before the zombies the shots had attracted fell upon the station.

[User]
Metropolitan,
Atlanta, Georgia
United States of America

Tori had woken up early in the morning, a habit she had picked up after Ben woke her up so often in the morning. Though she felt exhausted from hours of walking the day before, Tori knew that the New World had no place for exhaustion. Exhaustion was the thing of the past now like refrigeration, microwaves, and even printed news. Tori couldn't even remember the last time she heated food up over something which wasn't a fire. Hot water was also something she missed on a day to day basis. Tori and Ben had been lucky that the water was still running, at least for now. Then again, in the boiling heat of summer cold water was better than nothing. If only they could find a supply of water which could be trusted to be pure then they could have enough water to stay in a single area.

Ever since the infection had arrived Tori had doubted that any open source of water, including opened bottles she didn't open, could have been contaminated by a corpse or an infected which had been dumped there after being believed dead. One could never be too careful when it came to the spread of a virus. Bottles of water were rare to find since the majority of them were looted by those looking to get the upper hand when it came to survival. In the end, Tori decided to play it on the safe side rather than risking an infection from open bottles. She had even decided to bursh her teeth only one a week to save water.

Tori had taken to working out twice a week, mostly doing squats, leg lifts, push ups, and sit ups. A weak survivor was a dead survivor Tori told herself every time she began her work out. If you can't run from the infected, then you would die. Strength is key in securing one's own hideout or protecting yourself. Tori's workout wasn't as intensive as Ben's was, considering he was more use to a constant workout than she was. But, Tori had been improving since she started three weeks back. Now she was sure she could run a mile in under ten minutes and life at least fifty pounds. For Tori that was a good enough improvement but that didn't stop her from working out. She couldn't let herself rely solely on Ben for protection and carrying heavy items any more. She wanted to pull her own weight and Tori sort of meant it literally, though that would be difficult.

The apartment's central room gave off a dull light,what light came through the blinds that is, from the early morning sun and Tori could tell that Ben had still been awake before her. The sound of the shower ending meant that it was safe enough to enter so Tori crossed the room and opened the door to where Ben had decided to sleep. Tori was astonished to find a shirtless Ben standing in the middle of the room. She stood still in the doorway and Ben mentioned several areas where they could look for some supplies. "Uh, yeah. All of those places seem like good places to scavenge. If we find anything in the McDonald's, it is likely to just be water and spoiled for so we shouldn't stay there too long. The convinence store probably still has something but we should be careful going there. Gotta make sure nobody's living there. The pharmacy probably had all the basic things looted such as bandaids, pain pills, and et cetera. But we need to get medical supplies anyway." Tori said to Ben as she focused her thoughts on looting.

"Actually, now that you bring it up, that map and key I found the other night when we came here probably would provide some supplies but we gotta be careful there. It's a long walk up to the area indicated on the map and we would have to pass through some formerly populated areas. Plus, it might already be looted for all we know. If we ever find more people that we trust we should go there and check though." Tori said as she pulled the map out of her pocket and laid it down on the table. The circled street was north of where the pair was now and, though going further north would probably allow them to find supplies, it would also pass them through some serious areas where infected probably roamed. Plus their food supplies were running low so leaving the area could be dangerous. Tori folded up the map and stuffed it back into her pocket before leaving Ben's room to grab her bag and weapons. "I'll be waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs Ben so hurry up!" Tori called out after having moved the dresser out from in front of the door. She walked silently through the hallway with her machete in hand and went down the stair well where she waited for her partner.

[Assistant]
Olivia was at the lobby of her condominium complex when she came across a rather startling scene. She heard the throaty roar of a powerful engine, and vehicles meant people. Moving towards the glass windows, she saw the source of the commotion. The engine belonged to a luxury sedan, which she recognised as an Audi, from the logo on its rear. The car was black, with its windows tinted. The sound of brakes being applied suddenly drew her attention to the obstructions that lay on the road, several derelict cars and a whole mess of the infected. These were the common slow bunch, which she referred to as the walkers. The car stood there for a short pause, before one of the front passenger door opens, and a rather burly sized man stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a fancy suit and tie, complete with a black trench coat. He walked over to the part of a car blocking the road, and began pushing it away.

Unfortunately, the loud hi-pitched protest by the offending car drew a lot of unwanted attention from the walkers. In response, he pulled out a silenced carbine from his coat, and starts planting head shots in them one by one. But the commotion of thuds brought on by the walkers hitting the ground, soon brought along more of the infected in the road. Sensing that their friend needed help, the rest of the doors of the car opened, and more men exited from the vehicle, all dressed identically like the first men. Two of them took out silenced rifles, while the third one took out a silenced pistol.

In hardly any time at all, the entire street was cleared of infected, and the men pushed the car out of their way, heading back to the car and it sped away, leaving the corpses of the dead in their wake. That was great, she thought to herself, at least she had a safer route to the supermarket now. Exiting the complex, she began the trek towards the boarded-up supermarket a short distance away. Hopefully she would be able to find something of use there.

Upon reaching the location of the supermarket, she noticed that it was a lot larger than she remembered. Olivia then went around scouting around the perimeter of the building for another point of exit. You never knew when they would come into handy, especially with possibility of encountering the infected everywhere. She noticed that most, if not all of the windows were boarded up, with the exception of the main door. Eventually, she found another exit at the far right side of the building, with a ramp leading up what was possibly the delivery bay, where vans and trucks had delivered the goods when the world was still normal. Any presence of boarding was absent as well. Satisfied that they were more than one places to escape from, she unsheathed her machete and open the grimy and dusty doors to the abandoned supermarket, stepping into the premises.

[User]
Stepping down and off the ladder, Brian found himself confronted with the most peculiar sight. The entire room was covered in white blankets and sheets, the occasional splash of colourful paint on walls, bodies strewn in all directions. In a pile in the corner were some of these white sheets, it wasn't cold at night by any stretch of the word, but he could use them none the less. Throwing a few over his shoulder at a time, he made 3 runs carrying them to the top then returning for more. When he returned and there were none left to collect, he began to move the bodies and sheets aside, wrapping the corpses in white and rolling them off to the right hand side.

Once he had done this, after around 20 minutes, he headed for the far door which led out and onto the balcony that surrounded the huge room. At first the wide door wouldn't budge, so he gave it a quick knock with his shoulder and it burst free. The wind rushed through Brian's hair and made his eyes water, stepping out and looking across the way, Brian saw someone come out of the door on the roof of the building opposite, around a storey shorter than the Peachtree. They walked to the edge and looked like they were about to jump - it was only then that Brian saw the walkers following him.

"Don't do it! No!" Brian screamed desperately, his voice being snatched by the wind.

Hurriedly lifting his pistol from its holster, Brian placed his right gun hand wrist on his left forearm and aimed carefully for the door. The man down there, at least they looked male, had taken his own gun out too. Firing one shot, he saw the bullet rip through an infected torso and watched it drop to the floor, his second shot completely missed.

Why isn't he shooting?

Firing desperately into the mob of infected Brian hit only a few, there were too many, he saw the man looking up to him, his arm raising to his head, and Brian saw him fall backwards as his head jerked to one side. The infected swarmed on the body, and he had to look away. Fuck!

Walking back into the room Brian closed the window and sat on one of the expensive chairs, throwing his feet up onto the table. This wasn't how people were meant to die; this wasn't how it was meant to be. After a long time lying back with his eyes closed, with such thoughts running through his head, Brian got up off the chair and began to search the room for anything he might find useful.

He would try and make his way to the opposite building, give that man a proper funeral somehow.


[System]
Úða Níðingsson the Tamed.

Character Summary
Age: Early to mid thirties
Race/Ethnicty: White
Place of Origin: Hergen Town
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Huskarl

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 17
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 3

Physical Attributes
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180ibs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black

Psychological Attributes
Loyal * Shy * Humble

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Married with a daughter
Personality: He's a gentle fellow, and almost excessively sensitive to criticism, vitriol, and contempt in general. He's rather shy and tends to make few friends but those he does consider his friends have earned his undying loyalty and trust. The family man through and through, they are the most important things to him in his life, even more so than his best friend, the Thegn. He would do anything to protect them.
Hobbies: Falcon taming, swimming in armour, playing with his daughter.

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Skill: Horseback Riding.
* Skill: Falcon Taming. His pet falcon, Hjörrveðr, often hunts for their family's food.
* Skill: Swimming. A hobby and an exercise, Úða swims with his armor in the water out by the longboats.
* Skill: Warrior. In order to survive as a Huskarl, one needs to have the capability to fight.

Possessions

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Item: Single-handed battle-axe
* Item: Steel Round Shield
* Item: Seax. A small knife.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* Item: Gambeson
* Item: Byrnie
* Item: Shirt of leather lamellar

Animals: He has a trained Falcon named Hjörrveðr (Hyor-veth)for a pet.

History
Parents: Úða knew his mother, and he loved her dearly. She taught him some of the more noble things in life, something his father was incapable of doing. His father was a disgrace to their name, and was absent for long parts of Úða's childhood. Though his mother has passed, his father still lives. Úða still loves his father, although his father is a disgrace to their family.
Siblings: None
Childhood: Spent mostly with his mother and his best friend, who would soon become Thegn. This friendship would lead to his eventual becoming of Huskarl.
Adulthood: He's spent most of his adult life guarding the townspeople from danger, solving whatever problems that words can't solve.

Anything Else:
Vardenvall

[User]
She made no effort to disallow the scaled one's interruption, neither quite welcoming it nor unthankful for the distraction. The attention for the time being had been less upon her and now on the other. By some means, maybe nothing more than sheer luck, the young men that made up the majority of the town's seeming guard at this gate stayed their weapons; the older men were wise enough to stand back, as ready as they might think themselves to be with two strange arrivals. She knew they had no interest in an actual fight, but they were not about to outright tell her let alone any other that. They were obligated to make some form of effort and await someone who knew what specifically to do, which in time proved about as accurate as the keen mind of the aging woman thought.

"No, there had been no problem." She replied with a narrowed brow, observing how the throaty man unslung his weapon from his person.

Pondering if he was quite aware of what it was she meant, there seemed to come a more pressing matter as the guardsmen became more postured and disciplined in arms. Sakaala however, did not move - she had no need to - even with the unnatural idleness of one of her limbs. She could hear another man's approach just as she had the great footsteps of the dragon-blooded prior, but these were not nearly the same. In truth, she was unsure what the sound had been at first - the dragon's arrival - let alone the presence of it; she had heard of such creatures, but seeing one was unusual.

This was different yet familiar, a level of predictability that came with years of being around men.

A robust man who appeared nothing akin to the others came to confront them both, looking the two over with a forwardness that the former ranger could feel as nothing but prideful and arrogant. The accent of his words perhaps stronger than he was, he called himself a "Vigilant" and appeared to hold some sway over these men - many of whom eased their weapons' threats. They seemed to support him, or at least had the confidence to act it, but she reasoned it was legitimate.

She stared down and back with a hardened set of eyes, "I have no quarrel with the people of your town, but you and others would do well to not call me 'cat', Vigilant."

"Short of this, you are correct. Indeed I am looking for such a man and those who follow him."

The calmness in the intensity of her words betrayed a personal investment in the matters of the Vigilants, one the beastwoman appeared strangely educated upon. It was clear she had business with them, perhaps long ago or quite old by the looks of her herself, but that she came here and now only called up greater inquiry. Just who was she and why did she fancy herself in a position to confront them? It undoubtedly was not by sword - she could kill any number of men, but they'd no doubt overwhelm her - not by quill either, words maybe? What words could a monstrous thing have of any value?

Lev@dragonmancer@Athinar

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The swift padding of booted feet, the small clinking of what little metal the messenger wore as well, were the first things that Gormun heard of the approach of another man. Despite the crowd around him and Master Darathor, he could hear that sound clearly from the distance. He pushed through the crowd and towards the lanky man who stopped before him, breathing heavily from the run before he could speak. The poor man was disheveled and unkempt, quite like many of the men of the Vigilants nowadays as their rations grew smaller, their armor was less maintained and the battles with beasts and bandits alike more prominent as a part of their day to day duties.

"Sire, there is a weird… beast creature at the gates. It walks on its two legs and talks our tongue as well. It looks like some kind of giant mountain lion and this other beasty quite like a lizard came along as well sire." The frantic man's speech betrayed little of how the situation had gone thus far but it seemed dire if they sent straight for Gormun. What little the man knew of the situation was enough to warrant his presence.

"Do not call me Sire, Hormund, you know my name and thus you use it. Now then, let us go see this situation. Shall you come with us Master Dwarf? I assume you'd be interested in both of these beasts that my young friend here is talking about," said Gormun as he hopped up onto his horse and looked back at the dwarf whom was already mounting his own pony. The pair rode off towards the gates to the town, their intent to greet the two beasts whom had arrived at such an odd time.

On the other side of town though, the gates were wide open as a flood of men and women came in. Many were elves and Humans yet one stood out among them, one strange Orcish female. Her eyes were alight with delight, the amazing sight of the city of Stockton during its famous festival of the Fall was certainly a sight to see for her. Though, it didn't bring the mystic feeling to her heart the her home city of Klosterous did when they hosted their festival. But it wasn't the feeling of the festival that brought joy to her heart, rather, it was the sight of such thronging hordes of people who had lived together as a whole and protected each other which brought to her the mixture of joy and fear.

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Gûshruk

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 Though hidden well within the deep pine woods, still the camp was cautious; even in daylight could the smoke of a fire be spotted. Thus their commander had ordered that they hang sheets and nets and boughs over them, dispersing the smoke. He had had them march single-file into their hiding place, too, hiding their numbers thereby. Speaking at any louder volume than a hushed whisper was strictly forbidden.

 "We cannot wait another day," he had said, leaving it at that, even when his soldiers challenged him to debate the point. He did not repeat himself. His word was law, although he had placed his hand casually on his sword's pommel just for punctuation. That is how it was decided that the White Worms would enter the woods at high noon, send forth their scout in broad daylight, and attack that night: we cannot wait another day. Waiting for nightfall to scout, and then the next night to actually attack, wasted time; and wasted time wasted supplies, from food to ale to patience.

 But patience he possessed in abundance, that orc. At the fringe of the camp he waited, squatting atop a small boulder, peering with vicious beady eyes in the direction of the town, between the trees where his reconnaissance would come scurrying. It was a long trek, especially for such a short-legged creature as this scout to endure, but because the forest's undergrowth had bloomed wild and shaggy, and because the dry, dead firewood on the floor had not been scavenged, Gûshruk knew that the chances of being spotted by a hunting party were slimmer. The villagers were not wandering this far out for their firewood and game; uneducated and perhaps stupid, but Gûshruk was far from blind. He noticed these things quickly and naturally about this hostile world he inhabited.

Notice. He would hear the goblin before he saw it, especially in those drab rags it wore, and with the earthy tones of its slick, filmy skin. Hopefully the same could be said of the villagers.

Unholy

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The wayward huntress' lips neither curled into a smug smile at the silence nor did they show much of any reaction at all, her tongue clearly held in the quiet. The keenness of her good eye swept from the larger man to his seeming cohorts then back, lingering on the draconic being for an unsettlingly added moment. The men shifted slightly in discomfort, easing their weapons and withdrawing them wholly but at a slow, unsure pace.

"Thank you," At last her brutal figure reacted, the touch of what could only be a "smile" at the edge of her lips, "I will take it then that I am free to see this man."

"If you have need of me I am not difficult to find."

She blinked in a way almost surreal with calm; at no point did this thing play its hand. Whatever her game was, events like these were not new. With such a note hanging in the still undisturbed air, she walked between them - guardsmen parting to each side, instigating boy of a man included. They watched, puzzled, but then turned back their attention once more to their superior and the dragonkind. At a loss what to do, having seemingly let one of the "enemy" in with almost no challenge, they kept their focus away from him.

Sakaala, in the meanwhile, tread step by steady step into the town, but she did not get far before two men upon horseback intercepted her. One, a dwarf upon a steadfast pony and the other a man on an actual steed, hurried in across the earthy path. The three met, the crowds having wisely parted at the towering, animal figure in their midst and now the onset of falling, clattering hooves. The horses snorted and whined, uncomfortable at the mere sight of what seemed to be a her but obeying their masters as they had been so trained to.

The activity of the town, more than ever in light of the days to come, made things even more chaotic all as what appeared to be another confrontation was to arise...

Lev

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Inside the little village were numerous smoke clouds. At first glance, the amount of smoke above town would make it appear as if it had been raided a few hours before and set ablaze. However, as little Gushrak got closer,he would find no charred ruins. The hunt had been good, and for the first time this year, the Thegn called for a feast. At first, this was to Utha's dismay, as this feast would make his job twice as difficult. The town already had problems sustaining itself on its own, ever since most of the outside trade had ended.

Eventually, Utha agreed with his Lord's decision. In times like this, morale was subpar, even in the quiet little town. Once upon a time traders would sell goods here, and stop for supplies themselves. Now it was a thing of the past, and the villagers had little heart left. For little Gushrak, he would go unnoticed as the wives prepared meals and the men and children played games.


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Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Background: Killjoy's past is a closely held secret that no one knows, not even those who've known him since he started his career seven years ago. One thing's for sure though, he's one damn effective gun-for-hire. He's known best for his record of more than 200 confirmed kills, something he shows proudly with the tally-marks on his armor, and of completing every contract ever assigned to him. His last contract got him indebted to Starfire Company causing him to have to work off the debt. He eagerly awaits for his ten-year contract to end so he can go back to working solo.

Personality: Killjoy's arrogant, but he's got a pretty good reason for it. There's no mistaking that he's one of the best at his job and that job is making sure his target is going six feet under. He isn't completely without morals though, refusing to do any job that involves slavery or the murder of innocents. He's also a bit of a pessimist, but he claims that that's only because he wants to be prepared for the worst.

Gear:
- Two .45 Caliber Handguns
- One Machete
- Various lethal and non-lethal hand grenades
- Body armor that can stop most non-sustained small arms fire
- Helmet with tactical display

Personal Ship:

The V-17 Cobra Dropship is a re-purposed troop carrier meant to quickly transport up to twelve. Killshot's since customized it for deep space travel, more maneuverability, and more firepower. There's also a small armory inside where he keeps his various weaponry (including assault rifles, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) for missions that may require something more than his handguns can handle. It's no bigger than a Black Hawk Helicopter of the 21st century.

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John gave a shrug as Yoko corrected him on his real race. "Sorry, never heard of them," he said as he supported Jaydaar off the col, hard floor. Suddenly Alina burst around the corner, rifle raised and ready to fire. John ducked slightly at the sight of a gun now being pointed in his general direction, especially as she had her finger resting on the trigger. He had to fight every instinct he had to not punch the woman in the face. Once Jaydaar was able to walk on his own, John quickly made his way to Alina, grabbed the barrel of her gun, and almost yanked it out of her hands with how quickly he pushed it away. "I thought you were in the military. Didn't anyone teach you the basic rules of firearms!? Number one, always treat a gun as if it's loaded. Number two, be aware of what's behind your target. Number three, always keep your firearm unloaded until ready for use. Number four, always keep your firearm pointed in a safe direction. You broke rule number five though, always keep your finger off the trigger until you're ready to fire!"

John's rage was practically boiling now and he realized it, so he left before he did anything he would regret. If Yoko still wanted to talk to him in private as well as get that tour of the Alamo, he would find John waiting at the edge of the platform like he did when they first met.

[Assistant] Yoko was a little surprised he has never heard of his race. Before he could respond the girl from be before rush in and pointed a gun at them. Thinking quick he dived behind the closest thing that had a chance of stopping a bullet. Then John started yelling at her and he sounded pissed. Yoko came out from behind his cover, watched him lay into her and then walked off.  "I think you should take some time a relax. Without your guns near you." Yoko started walking towards where john was at. Even if he thought he needed more time to cool down he still needed to at least know where his room was at. Stopping behind him and to his left Yoko gave a greeting. "Hello, sir. Can you still show me around?"

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It's a good thing John never takes his helmet off, otherwise Yoko would have clearly seen the rage in the man's eyes. When Yoko asked to be shown around the ship though, John calmed down and let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, sure thing, man," he said as he rose and made his way toward the Alamo.

The tour was not long, mostly because of the guide's lack of explanation. For every room they walked by, John would usually only give the name of it before continuing to walk. Engineering. Armory. Bridge. Galley. The only room that he gave any information on was the med bay where Johanna was recovering from her injuries. "Med bay. Just like the almost everything else here, it's completely automated. Even the doctor is really a machine. It just looks human to make patients more comfortable. If you don't believe me, have a closer look. 'Her' skin even looks artificial," he explained, putting "her" in air quotes for extra emphasis. Finally, John showed Yoko to his room. "And this is your room. Well, that's the end if the tour. Need anything else?"

[Assistant] Once his head stopped spinning and he could see mostly straight. Jaydaar decided it might be a good idea to head up to the infirmary and get something for the pain, mayyyyyyybe check if anything's broken while he's there. He went to get up off the worktable and fell face-first onto the floor "alright, doing good" he pushed himself up and made for the exit of the hanger. He was still stumbling a bit but he was steadier now. He made his way up to the infirmary and upon entering he said "don't mind me just need some painkillers" to the medic that had barely regarded him anyway as the it was busy with another person in one of the beds, that he almost bumped into on his way past "sorry, my bad" Jay did eventually make it to where the painkillers were. The nurse couldn't stop him fast enough before he grabbed the wrong bottle and took a few pills that were probably alittle on the string side and might not have been meant for his physiology. The effect set on rather quick as his eyes dilated a bit and he sank down into a chair "woah, this is...much better" he leaned back into the chair and his head tipped to the side. He recognized the cat-eared person in the bed as his gaze eventually settled onto her. He brought one hand up in a slight wave and formed a sort of dopey grin "Hi Johanna" completely oblivious as to whether or not she was conscious. @Abillioncats

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Alina stood in silence as John shouted at her. Her face set she listened to his speech before staring at him with a vacant expression as he stormed off. As she looked down at her fingers she noticed they were close to the trigger but no more than usually so. As she walked back to her ship she put it down to John trying to show he was the leader. "Hard arse. My gun skills are fine…bastard i shot people and i know how to use a gun. Used it in both my trainings. I can fight in zero gravity, no light, and in a ton of other scenarios. I know how to use a gun. Except for the one time i shot the sarge but it was his fault for daring me. Idiot. probably doesn't know the training i have. Commander of The Lunar Squadron. Well yes i did shoot the original commander but he had a space parasite on his face. Oh well better than safe than sorry. Got to have the weapon up ready to shoot and what not." As Alina muttered to herself she practised bringing her gun up to her shoulder from a resting position. Shaking her head in disapproval she decided she would respond how she normally would. Gun up and ready to shoot. "No point changing something thats good. plus i was always tight to shoot first, ask later." She faltered off as she remember who had taught her that.

As she climbed back on board her ship she sighed as she saw the mess that the MRE had made when it fell onto the table. Sighing even more she cleaned up the mess before eating the rest of the MRE with a few muttered words. Bored she turned on the TV and watched a show. While doing that she tapped on her data pad and ordered some specialised ammo for her main ship before requesting for a delivery of normal ammunition to be delivered to her ship from the crates hat came from the delivery.

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As John left Yoko to his new room aboard the Alamo, the mercenary looked out one of the many windows and saw the slowly descending star that the planets of the Xenovia System orbited. Day and night cycles obviously differed from planet to planet, but if he was doing the math correctly in his head, it had been awake for about fourteen Earth hours. Yeah, sleep sounds pretty good right now. So John began the short trek to his own personal room and get some sleep. After entering the almost pitch black room that were his quarters, he immediately locked the door behind him. Apparently, he had no trouble trusting his teammates to watch his back in a firefight, but trusted them about as far as he could throw them when it came to keeping his true face from the world. Quickly throwing his gear off into the corner of the room, John fell onto his bed and quickly went to sleep. He hoped by the time he wakes up in the morning that the rest of the team would have finished voting on which mission they wanted to do.

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TIME SKIP: 8 HOURS

The alarm on John's datapad began to ring as soon as it reached the set time. An airborne pillow from the bed though quickly landed on top of the small device and muffled the annoying sound. The mercenary rolled over to get in a more comfortable position now that he was one pillow less than before the alarm sounded. This isn't the army. I'm allowed to have another ten minutes if I say so.

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Alina cleaned all her weaponry and made sure everything was working on her ship and with her gear. As she cleaned the gear she was still muttering about John. After cleaning her gear and finishing her show she lay in her bed. Using her data pad Alina activated the defence system of her ship, where all the weapons on her ship were ready to fire at anything that came to attack her. She might be part of the crew but years of being in the military and experimented on made it hard for her to trust people. Macabre thought about what the defence system would do to her new comrades flashed through her mind but hehe disregarded them. Tossing a ball up in the air and catching it while waiting for sleep to come Alina wondered where the rest of the crew were. Eventually she fell asleep, her fingers the grip of a pistol underneath her pillow.

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TIME SKIP: 4 HOURS

Alina woke up with a start, her fingers already on the trigger of her pistol as she drew it and aimed it into the darkness. She remembered the nightmare of waking up in the lab as she turned the lights on in the ship. Her Datapad said she had had 4 hours of sleep. Muttering she got up, she knew she wouldn't get any sleep for the rest of the night.

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Yoko waved as John left his room. During the tour he decided against telling him about his power. He put his bag down at the end of his bed, locked the door and sent in his vote for Corporate Sabotage. Thinking over the eventful day he has learned some things. This team might be able to help me. I just need the money to hire them. Deciding he had nothing better to do he got undressed and went to sleep.

TIME SKIP: 7 HOURS

Yoko yawned and stretch at the start of the new day. Getting up he went, showered and got ready for the new day. After getting dressed he left his room and went to get a bit to eat.

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Kimberly Chambers arrived on the ship of course late but of course it was not her fault,In fact it was the fault of her A.I not helping her fix the boosters of her ship the Queequeg.She looked about on the ship looking for the docking station while she was radioing the people on the docking station that she was suppose to be on board but was of course late.

"God damn it im suppose to pilot your fuckin ship let me speak to your CO..i wanna talk to her or him" She sounded serious now hovering her ship closer to the doors of the docking station,"Do you think this is a good idea?I do not think angering the person you are suppose be working for will work in your favor?" The A.I named Ahab spoke in a posh English accent."Of course it's a good idea and i wouldn't be late thank you buddy" She barked pointing towards him with her little A.I bot.

"Not my fault you cannot fix the carbonate engines.." The A.I quiped back at her as the two waited to speak to the CO of the ship.

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Jaydaar was in luck, as it was Johanna had just taken a nice, long nap and was starting to wake when the stoned Illyrian greeted her. The catgirl slowly opened her eyes, looking at the lizard-like being with a confused expression. Still half asleep and on pain killers herself, she stared at Jaydaar with a confused expression, she wasn't quite sure what she was looking at truth be told. Was he really there? Or was it all a dream?

She eventually got tired of looking at him, and decided to take a more drastic measure. "...who are you?" He almost looked familiar to her, but something was making her forget where she knew him.@Zetsuko

[Assistant] Jay stared back at Johanna in silence the entire time until she suddenly said "who are you" which caused his mouth to open in shock. he got on his knees next to the bed, his hands on the side of it, and a worried look on his face "don't you remember me? from the...oh, we did that...we were at the..." Jay couldn't for the life of him think of any of the places they'd been or things they'd done...if there was even any. He got up and moved his hands to Johanna's shoulder and brought his face down close "you have to remember me. It's me, Jay. Jaydaar" He was almost welling up in tears. His current state was causing him to overreact, he felt as if a very close friend of his had entirely forgotten him. However the look on his face suddenly changed and his head collapsed onto the pillow next to Johanna's before he slid off and landed on the floor. The reason for this would become apparent as the Nurse was standing there holding a needle presumably filled with a sedative, empty as she had just used it on Jaydaar. @Abillioncats

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Eventually, the pillow that had been muffling the sound of the beeping alarm fell off and onto the ground, resuming the annoying and high-pitched noise. "God dammit. Fine. I'm up, I'm up," he said as he rose from his bed. After turning off the alarm, he noticed the symbol of a notification on the datapad. He was getting hailed. "Who the hell would be calling at this hour?" he said as he pulled on his helmet and slid the gauntlet his datapad was attached to over his arm. He'd put on the rest of his equipment later.

With a single tap on the screen, the radio crackled to life and John was now talking with whomever it was that had decided to wake him up. "This is John Mason, better known as the highly dangerous mercenary Killjoy. Care to tell me why it was you needed to wake me?" he asked, obviously a little grumpy from the wake up call, even if it was necessary.


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Age: Appears to be 17.
Appearance:

Personality: Juniper is extremely soft spoken, gentle, kind and innocent. She often keeps to herself, and speaks mostly when spoken to. She is also extremely observant.
Bio: TBR.

Home planet: Theonia Z17
Galaxy: Theon

Skills:

Observant: Juniper is often silent, but despite people thinking she isn't paying attention, she notices everything from the words people speak, to their movements, expressions, actions, ect, as well as her surroundings at all times.

Shapeshifting: Juniper is an extremely skilled shapeshifter. She can shift into any living being, including animals and other creatures. She has to have seen whatever it is she's shifting into, to change, whether in person or photo. She has complete control over her shifting abilities, except for when she is extremely low on health, unconscious or dead. Her preferred form is human.

Singing: Juniper is a very talented singer, though only does it out of hobby.

Theme song: Beyond the Veil
Mz Hyde

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Ursa slowly walked, or rather limped down the hallway. She spoke evenly with the young cowboy about the visit to the Theonia, and the rubble that was left. Needless to say, she didn't have enough information to help and it still slightly mystified her that she wanted to. When they reached the med bay she almost whimpered in relief. The pain from her leg and the arm burns were becoming worse as she kept on her feet. When she arrived she moved over to Mac telling him to leave Mr. Wylder alone, even though his suspicions were correct. He gave her a look that signified he wasn't happy that she was cooperating with him, but the bottom line was it was her ship and her rules. She gave the matter no more consideration then limped over to Emmett, "I know how you feel about cops but on this ship. He is just as much a guest as you are. You touch him and I throw your ass into deep space. Got it?"

She looked up at Emmett through her one good eye and tried to make her threat seem menacing, even though she was slowly swaying from side to side. After a few minutes, she gave up letting her threat hang in the air as she walked over to Taylor. Taylor was a small battle set Medical Android, which they had found from an old SC-17 Battleship. He was in pieces but Kira, the ship's mechanic found some fluorescent pink parts from the same model in the black market along with a few other small alterations so that he became the Ranger's sole medical practitioner. Ursa hoped on the bed, slowly turning so that Taylor could scan her fully. Taylor shook his head, "URSA COOPER. PATIENT 3217. LOADING MEDICAL HISTORY. SCANNING FOR INJURIES! ...PATIENT IS DEAD! HA HA HA! TAYLOR IS COMEDY ROBOT!"

Ursa blinked, "Taylor, as much as I appreciate your attempt at humor, just please get on with it."

Taylor lifted his arms, "PATIENT 3217 DOESN'T APPRECIATE GOOD COMEDY. DAMAGE TO FUNNY BONE...VISIBLE. PROCEEDING WITH MEDICAL ASSISTANCE! PREPARING ANESTHESIA! OUT OF ANESTHESIA! PROCEED WITHOUT DRUG?"

Ursa shut her eyes slapping the bed angrily, "Fuck. I knew we were low on it. Do we have any..."

Mac shook his head giving her a look of pity. She pinched the bridge of her nose as Taylor began again, "PROCEED WITHOU.."

"YES. Proceed without the fucking drug." Ursa shouted angrily as she moved to lay down, her eyes focusing ahead of her when suddenly she saw Juniper beside her asking if she was alright. She was about to speak when Jean spoke up talking to the room, but mainly Emmett. When he was done, Ursa gave her a warm smile, happy that the young lady wasn't hurt too much because of her, "Yeah...sorry. I usually am more careful when I am transporting my passengers. I'll be fine, once I am all patched up! Are you okay? That bruise on your shoulder looks like it..aaahhh.."

Ursa let out a cry as Taylor began to stitch up her leg. Her body immediately tried to move away from the needle but Taylor clamped down on her leg so she couldn't move. She shut her eyes gripping the edge of the table as she began to shake slightly, a few tears running down the sides of her cheeks. After he finished stitching up her leg, she sunk to the table, breathing heavily as she looked over at Juniper, "...hurt."

She turned to the right whimpering slightly against the table after Taylor placed the bandage on her sore and swollen, but newly stitched leg, then he moved up to her stomach and arms and pulled her back into position before he got back to work. Ursa tried to listen to Jean speak, but the pain was taking up too much of her attention. She just turned her head so she was facing the wall, trying not to let the handsome policeman, Draykon or even Juniper who she felt very protective over for some strange reason see her so weak. It wasn't even the wounds that made her lose it, it was all the violence. People had tried to kill her before, but 80% of the time she could talk or pay her way out of it. The fact that she had tried to be killed three times and that they were succeeding in at least catching her off guard made her feel out of her element. Her thoughts also went to Yondi and Maria, whom she had dined with, laughed with, and even trusted at some point. Now they were both dead and she was the one who ended them. She never hated being a smuggler, but she absolutely hated herself for taking the life of another person. Logically she knew what she did had to be done, but she detested the whole action none the less. More tears flowed down her cheeks when finally Taylor was done. She was mentally and physically exhausted, and after Mac waved away Jean's cigarette he walked over and gave her a hand. She paused for a minute turning to look up at him. He just gave her a warm smile, knowing exactly how she was feeling as he always did. She let out a breath and then nodded, wiping her eyes before she took his hand and sat up, her yellow eyes turning to look at Juniper, the last Theonian. Emmett was right, she was the one who found the girl so she was responsible in helping her any way she could. She turned back to Jean, her voice barely audible behind her shaking body, "All I know is, that the only one I met was Gertrude Skranger who provided me with half the kredits for the transport a phone number, and a file to be given to Emmett. She only mentioned Bob once and it was in reference to hiring the best for this particular mission. I never even looked at the file. Just gave it to Emmett and the number."

She turned to look at Emmett, swaying slightly as Mac came over steady her. She leaned against him, as she tried not to pass out or fall asleep, "Your turn."

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Emmett watched as Ursa was in the medical bay being patched up, still unsure of Jean and what his intentions are. Emmett thought for a moment trying to recall the file for Bob. Emmett knew it was one that he received a while ago but never truly got around to looking at it but he did how ever read a small portion "there honestly isn't much on Bob in the file but i do remember seeing something important but i just can't quite remember what I read. I hate to break the bad news to you guys but the file that you gave me Ursa is sitting in my place of residence at the capitol and in order to get it we have to go there." Emmett said with his eyes still watching Jean to make sure nothing would happen.

"I personally have nothing against him how ever he is still a contract and I would prefer to keep my record of not failing a contract. So if you don't mind i will have to kill him." Emmett spoke with certainty in his voice, "you can help if you want but id rather you not get in my way". Emmett turned his attention to Ursa, "What's the plan now? did you want to try and head to the capitol for that file or would you prefer to keep moving on to the next jobs, what ever they may be?

During the whole conversation something seemed off about Jean, Emmett just wasn't sure what it is. Are we being lied to or is this another trap he wondered in the back of his mind. Emmett doesn't have many friends just business partners, he tends to keep to himself unless of course he's in the mood to try and pick up the ladies. With this he tends to pick up on a lot of things going on in his environment.

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Juniper listened to the three of them speak, noting their tone and pitch in their voices, their stances, expressions and undertones of their words. A few things stood out to her. Jean seemed to be fairly keen on ensuring this Bob fellow was taken care of, and so did Emmett. They hinted at the fact that Bob might have had something to do with the attacks on her planet, which was now completely destroyed. Her stomach tightened at the thought of it. She clenched her teeth together and breathed out slowly. Until now it hadn't quite occurred to her that she had wanted revenge, which was unlike her. But she was angry and in most senses, completely alone.

Juniper turned to Jean then, and spoke up once Emmett finished speaking.

"Yes. Someone sure has been 'messin' with the Theonians lately. I am the only known survivor of the latest attack. As far as I know, the entire planet is destroyed. The King and Queen have both been killed as well." Juniper's amber eyes flashed for a moment angrily, the shade turning to more of a crimson colour. "If you think this Bob fellow has something to do with what happened, I would love to tag along and see that justice is served..."

She let the last bit of her sentence hang in the air for a moment before turning back to Ursa only to comment on what she had said about her shoulder, "I'm alright Miss Ursa, no need to worry about me." The white petal leaves of Juniper's dress swayed even with her body's slightest movements. They had no real scent to them, but the dress did seem very much alive despite the fact one might think a plant taken from it's rooted area would die quickly. Juniper sighed and then watched Jean's expression closely.

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For his part Jean remained impassive throughout Ursa and Emmett's explanations, silently chewing his tobacco and mentally jotting down any useful information. There wasn't much to go off, even for a sleuth such as himself. The proffered dossier that the two spoke of gave the cowboy little confidence, a contract to kill from Bob would do them little service in hunting down the criminal overlord, moreover it would serve well as evidence to convict Emmett above all else. The number on the other hand, a method of contacting Bob, or at least his associates could be a vital first step in closing the investigation. Something well worth their while.

 "Sounds like a reasonable enough strategy to me. At least for now. We'll 'ave to be careful not to tip em off though. Once Bob gets wind of someone getting close to his operation he likes making short em, I imagine we ain't much different.. We've gone n' lost more'n one sheriff an' deputy to that bastard. An' I ain't keen to join th' ranks of th' fallen. To make matters worse he's already got y'all two in his sights." Jean turned to Emmett, an odd, easy going grin on his face. "We'll see what happens partner, chances are if Bod's dead it won't matter to me who pulled th' trigger. Long as he's good n' iced."

 The cowboy was distracted from the assassin at that moment, when the young girl in the petal dress spoke up, her eyes dramatically changing color throughout the course of her declaration. Removing the well chewed cigarette from his mouth Jean cast an appraising glance towards Ursa, wondering how much more she'd been lying about in regards to Theonia, and her young passenger. Deciding against calling Ursa on it just then Jean nodded to the girl, recognizing the passion for justice and vengeance from his own childhood horror. His was his family, but to have one's entire home system eradicated in a genocidal slaughter, that was another thing entirely.

 "I won't deny ya miss, in fact I recommend it." He vowed, rubbing his hands together. "I reckon it's nothing short of a miracle you got out alive, perhaps in part to miz Cooper's aid. That invasion fleet looked mighty powerful, especially considerin' it's operated an' funded by a criminal syndicate." Jean thought for a moment, eyeing the Theonian girl curiously. "Say, I know it might hard to think about, but do you have any notions as to why they might've attack y'all? Any reason or suspicion you might'a heard from someone? It seems strange an' counterproductive to me at least, to attack a one hoss system like Theonia, just to remove a population. There has to be some logical explanation behind it."

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Juniper didn't speak after Jean asked her his questions. Instead she decided to show him the only reason she knew of that would bring anyone to want to try to destroy her planet. She figured maybe other galaxies and governing people were possibly intimidated by her power. Maybe they found them a threat. Suddenly Juniper's petal dress began to shift and move on it's own as she stood still. Her height changed slowly, and you could hear her bones moving as well as her muscles. Her face began to change shape and her skin tone changed slightly as well while her hair grew in length and changed colour. Before their eyes, she went from looking like an innocent young, perhaps even odd, girl, to looking exactly like Ursa. Every detail was the same. Her voice and eyes the same, and she stood next to the real Ursa with a slight smile. But her smile disappeared as quickly as it came.

"My ability to change shape is one that most people might find to be a possible threat. Or, on the other hand, my genetics that allow this to happen could be of great and terrible use to someone if they were to find a way to harvest it. My home planet has nothing geology wise that would be of anyone's interest as far as I'm concerned. The planet is... was... beautiful. It was a paradise for most, in my eyes."

Juniper stopped speaking for a few moments, and then continued. "I'll introduce myself properly. I am Princess Juniper Niahm of Theon, Theonia Z17, First and only daughter to Xavier and Alice Niahm, King and Queen of Theon." Juniper curtsied and then transformed back to her normal, young looking self.


[System]
Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Brandy has lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair just below her shoulders. She is about 5'5" tall, slender build, green eyes and a scar above her left eye. She is book smart, but lacks the necessary survival skills to travel the Wasteland on her own. Even though she is good at constructing and creating things, she's accident prone.

Skills: Moonshiner and a handywoman/carpenter

Personality: Brandy is friendly, and kind. She tends to blab about the things that she has read in her pre-war books. She is a big dreamer, fueled by the books she reads. She has been relatively coddled, therefore leaving her naive to many things, and also because she longs to see the new world to resemble what she has seen in books and other prewar literature so she overlooks many negative things if the wasteland.

Weapons & armor/clothing:  .22 pistol, 12 gauge pump shotgun. No armor, Brandy wears summer dresses or tan work boots, khaki shorts, pants and various tops and a dirty red baseball cap. She wears black framed reading glasses the majority of the time, though she is only slightly farsighted.

Occupation: Brandy has a small copper still that she uses to brew her Papa's Potion moonshine. She had a toolbelt filled with various tools for handy work.

Faction: None, but she has done odd jobs for the Minutemen and their communities in order to get by.

Backstory: Brandy and her brother Ricky were raised by their grandparents, Bob and Cathy, in northern Michigan.

Brandy and Ricky grew up in the family business of distilling their own alcohol, better known as Papa's Potion. Cathy taught Brandy from mostly pre-war books, as she was the homemaker and didn't venture out to much. During the warmer months, Brandy enjoyed working with her Papa repairing and or building new structures around the settlement and surrounding areas.

When Brandy turned 18, her inquisitive nature had her yearning to explore the Wasteland. She had never been far from home at all. Ricky, now 21, had traveled with his buddies and the stories they told only made Brandy long to experience it even more for herself.

At 19 Brandy's grandfather passed away, and her grandmother Cathy told her to follow her heart. Cathy convinced Ricky to let Brandy tag along on their next expedition. Reluctantly, Ricky said he would take her.

When she was 20 years old, it was Brandy's job to set up camp and prepare meals. Other than traveling during the day, Ricky wouldn't let her do much else. He told Brandy when they started getting closer to D.C. That he would let her scavenge with them.

Her lack of knowledge and clumsiness drove Ricky and his friends crazy. One day they tried to teach her to shoot a .22 pistol. Brandy was so jittery wanting to impress him that she accidentally squeezed off a round grazing his leg. Ricky automatically reacted by swinging a tire iron at her. It nailed on the left side of her forehead leaving a large gash and rendered her unconscious. Ever since that day the guys wouldn't let her touch a loaded gun.

Stuck with setting up camp, and bored out of her mind, Brandy would drink the whiskey they had made. Only wrecking her relationship with her brother even more. Eventually Ricky left Brandy in the Boston Commonwealth to fend for herself. She wandered into The Sanctuary and helped the Minutemen fix up the settlement. She was told of an up and coming settlement, Salem, and a couple of the Minutemen traveled with her to Salem so she could rebuild her life, and the new settlement.

[User]
CELESTE BROWN -- Salem Diner - mid-morning

Betty didn't seem to be much for chatting. The young woman had taken to fussing over her hair, leaving Celeste to tap her fingers on the counter and quietly finish her cup of coffee. "I should probably get going, I have an inn to run, after all."

Betty muttered something. Celeste sighed, slid off the bar stool to the floor, and picked up her mug to bus it herself. Just as she plunked the mug into the sink, thundering and shrieking could be heard outside, and getting louder. Celeste pressed herself against the edge of the counter, her eyes widening as she watched a huge deathclaw cross past the diner, chasing something she couldn't see. Betty tore out of the diner, leaving Celeste alone. She thought she heard gunshots and yelling. Suddenly, Betty tore in just about as fast as she'd left, with Steve and a deathclaw on her heels.

Celeste shrieked and wasted no time bolting from behind the bar and further into the diner. She hauled the cellar door open with all her strength and flew down to the floor. "Betty!" Celeste shrieked. "Betty, come on!"

"Go hide!" Steve bellowed from the front of the store.

"BETTY!"

Suddenly a pair of feet appeared at the cellar door. Betty stooped and made her way down.

"Help me shut the door," Celeste called frantically. Betty just stood there, staring at Celeste. "Please! I...I can't reach it and pull at the same time."

Betty turned her gaze to Celeste, her mouth gaping open.

"Come on!" Celeste pleaded, her voice shrill.

"R...right," Betty replied, reaching up and over Celeste's head and easily pulling the door shut. Celeste swallowed and said nothing more. She stood and strained her ears. Sounds of a struggle could be heard just above her head. Thudding, gunshots, snapping. She cringed after every sound.

The fight seemed to be outside the diner, or at least, it sounded more distant. Celeste was not at judge of such things by any means. The sounds seemed to go on for an eternity. Suddenly there was a loud crash above her head, some kind of dull, repetitive noise. Then, full quiet.

Celeste looked at Betty, who still seemed frozen in her fear. She swallowed. "You think it's safe?" she whispered. Betty shook her head, then shrugged. "It sounds quiet. Let's just check it out, and if it's still unsafe, we'll just come back down here. I need to check if I can leave, I need to go back to the inn."

Betty took a breath. "Fine. I'll open the door, but I ain't going out there."

Celeste poked her head out the door and looked around. Shrapnel from broken furniture and fixtures littered the floor from her perspective. She slowly crawled out and kept herself low as she poked her way through the kitchen and to the main room of the diner. She continued to advance slowly. There sounded like there was some activity outside, but nothing like the fighting from before. She crept past the edge of the counter. First, she saw the dead deathclaw. Then, she saw the crumpled form of Steve in a pile against the bar stools.

She started screaming.

[Assistant]
Rick Noel – Salem – Noon

Rick headed towards the museum, where the deathclaw had emerged. It was foolish of him to do so; after all there could be other lingering creatures. Nevertheless, he needed to make sure no more danger emerged from the building. He rounded the corner with his gun ready, thought with a broken stock, and turned into the gaping hole of the old museum. He turned away in disgust, as a foul stench emanated from the building.

He covered his nose with his shirt, but even that was too much. The pack of deathclaws had done a number in there, and it reeked. He leaned against the wall, but from the quick view he got, there was no movement, not that he wanted to double check. However his stomach turned as he say the mutilated super mutant dropped by the deathclaw, with its missing had.

However, the weapon next to it highly interested him. The Gatling laser dropped by this mutie would prove invaluable. After all, this town lacked in defenses and this gun could be converted into a powerful turret to defend the town, or at least an area of it. He went o grab it but the muties hand was tightly wrapped around it.

He tried to loosen its grip but no good. He thought for a bit, and then began to stomp on the hand, over and over again, bones crunched and blood splattered, but soon the weapon was free. He did his best to pick it up but it was heavy. He pulled the fusion core out, and placed that in his pack, and then continued to drag the weapon next to him towards the town. He stopped part way, as he came about a dead mutie holding a combat rifle, with the same stock he used to have. He grabbed it, planning to replace the one on his broken rifle.

The fighting in town had subsided, it sounded as if the turrets in town had been activated. Why they took so long, was another matter. He dragged the gatling laser and placed it next to the diner. He looked at the dead deathclaw that lay there at the old intersection, and rick slowly walked over to it. He checked the rifle he had grabbed from the mutie, and made sure it was loaded as he approached.

He had never seen a deathclaw up front, and this was a rare opportunity to miss. His natural curiosity took hold of him, and he needed to check it out up close. Even as it lay dead on the ground, it possessed a menacing look. He looked at its claw, and squatted to take a closer look. He pushed his glasses and slowly reached for the creature and touched the claw. It was solid, and sharp; felt like sharpened combat knife made of fine steel.

He looked at its horn and how it spiraled up. It sort of reminded him of a drill bit, in this case a highly sharpened drill bit. What terrified him though was its teeth. How many it possessed, all finely sharpened, almost looked like a bunch of knives coming out of its mouth. How in nature such a creature came to be, was beyond him. It seemed like a sick experiment by a twisted scientist, unleashed upon the wastes.

Rick turned towards the diner, when he heard a loud scream. He readied the gun and made his way over but stopped as he saw ace laying in front of church with a pile of wood on top of him, along with the earlier armored mutie he had seen before. He stood there, but decided to check diner first as that's where screaming came from, it could mean there was another small deathclaw running about. He pushed open the door as it lay on its hinges, and it crumpled to the ground. There stood a short woman, Celeste if he wasn't mistaken screaming. Rick looked down and there lay a dead young deathclaw, and another man crumpled on the ground.

He looked at Celeste, and made motion for her to quiet down. He went over to the man, Rick looked around and grabbed a piece of broken glass and placed it by the man's mouth and nose. He watched it fog up, telling him he was still alive. He looked over at Celeste, "we need a plank or something to move him, don't want to pick him up in case he broke anything.

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Brandy Brooks – About to break down - Mary's House

Gunfire, yelling, screams, roaring, all were just white noise as Brandy stared blankly at the massive beast that lay before her. She looked down at it's large teeth, her eyes never leaving the beast, Brandy picked up a piece of her grandfather's gun stock that had been dislodged when the beast hit the ground. It was covered with the creature's saliva. Suddenly, she was jerked, making her wince as the pain was beginning to set in from her injuries. Someone pulled as eas yelling at her, Brandy pulled back but it was a struggle she was destined to lose, any fight she had, it was long gone. She found herself in pain as she was slung over the person, she continued to stare at the beast, "The are real." Her voice nearly gone and nothing more than a whisper.

She stared back, concentrating on the large dead deathclaw until she was inside a house, not her house. Wincing as she landed on a bed, "Stay in here until this is over, you silly girl."

"They're real, they're real," she whispered as tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillow. She reached up touch her shoulder and snapped her hand back to her side, covered in blood from the searing pain. She stared at the ceiling until the sounds of fighting ceased to enter through the window of the room. Brandy's entire body was beginning to hurt, she looked at herself, her clothes had been torn and bloodied, but for once, it was the least of her concerns. She wanted to go home and hide.

It took her a couple of minutes to finally be able to stand, her eyes felt dry in spite of the tears. They were still pried open in utter shock and disbelief. Slowly, she opened the door and looked down the stairs, carefully inching down them with the chunk of gunstock still in her hand. She was as quiet as a church mouse as she walked by Mary who noticed her, "They're real." She paused, "I need to go home."

Brandy shuffled her way into the sunlight, looking at the carnage about the town center. She wobbled on uneasy legs, walking like a zombie to her place. She didn't bother reaching back to close the door and went straight to her mantel. Looking up at her old family photo, Brandy placed the piece if gunstock on the mantel before the portrait, "Deathclaws are real Nana, Papa, Rick. There is no hope anymore."

Shuffling to the kitchen Brandy pulled the largest knife she had from the knife block and went to the basement. The chicks chirped pleasantly still, she just pushed the feed off the shelf. It scattered covering one of the chicks, it shook it off and went about picking it's food. Brandy walked to the corner and sat on an old trunk, painfully pulling her knees to her chest, "They're real," she kept whispering. Her eyes still pried wide open, the pain bringing more tears along with the emotions she was experiencing.


[System]
Noble Phantasm:
Je Sais Tout

The Greatest Heist of All

Rank: C+

Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Treasure

Range: 1-2

This is the sum of everything Assassin is and was, the collection of his skills and the materialization of the "phantom thief" trope that he embodied into an unstoppable curse. To activate it, Assassin merely needs to warn his chosen target that "I am going to steal your most valuable treasure." The method of warning is irrelevant, it could be either letter or verbal warning, so long as the calling card is sent and the message is understood the curse is loaded.

The curse is then fired once the target puts up their defenses or accepts Assassins challenge by preparing for his attack. Once activated the target must pass either a Luck or Agility check (whichever stat is lower is the one that will be tested), if they cannot pass then their "treasure" will fall into Assassin's possession without fail. Normally this would be an instantaneous attack that could be done from any distance, the "treasure" seemingly teleporting into Assassin's possession with no action from him, Assassin has declared that it would be quite boring if he there was no game to be played. Thus he has intentionally weakened the Noble Phantasm and made it so he must be within melee range in order to pull off his heist.

Normally Assassin would also not be able to steal immaterial possessions with no physical form, however a certain Phantom Thief who steals hearts has popularized the idea enough that Assassin can now steal "ideas". In effect, Assassin can now steal even the idea of something, such as an enemy Servant's skill or other such nonmaterial things.
Nicknames: The Dark Word
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Master of: Assassin
Command Seal Location: Back of Right Hand
Origin: Stare

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Personality: To call Asmar cruel would be inaccurate, yet only just slightly off the mark. The best word one could use to describe him would be efficient, it just so happens that sometimes efficiency and cruelty go hand in hand. He cares not for other humans and their petty problems, all that matters is his path to Akasha and the unlimited knowledge within.

Biography: Asmar was born to the Sharir family, the Second Owners of Riyadh, the capital city of Saudi Arabia. As such he had no want for money nor any of the mundanities that humanity has so desperately clawed after, focusing his efforts solely on the development of the family Magecraft of Curses and Blessings. At some point in his life he realized that to hole himself up in a workshop was inefficient to his work, so he began to travel the world to further develop his skills on those the Clocktower deemed heretics. This was the beginning of his career as a professional Enforcer, the youngest to achieve such a position in many years.

This brings us to today, where the Clocktower has placed Sealing Designations on the entire Grey family and ordered Asmar to annihilate them with prejudice. Simply another bloody job, one which he will use to get ever closer to Akasha.

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Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: Curses and Blessings

Skills/Spells List: Evil Eye: A curse from merely staring at another with ill intent, this curse has enough mana poured into it to cause physical harm and induce madness.

Curse of the Shayatin 5/day: Let the Shayatin embrace you, obscuring your journey and drawing you ever further into Jahannam. A simple point towards the target binds them for up to five seconds, snakes of red flame manifesting around them and preventing movement.

Blessing of the Wind 3/day: With the wind at your back, may your journey be ever swift. Increases the Agility of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Djinn 3/day: With the mighty djinn at your call, may your journey be ever fortunate. Increases the Luck of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Sands 3/day: Let your body be as stalwart and boundless as the sands, let no illness claim you. Increases the Endurance of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Ahriman 3/day: Let the great demon Ahriman bless you with unending strength to crush your foes beneath your heel. Increases the Strength of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Sun 3/day: May the sun shine upon you, filling you with its blessed light. Increases the Mana of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Evil Tongue 1/day: There is great power in one's words, to verbally wish death upon someone is one of the greatest sins one can commit. Should the target hear these evil words, their heart shall surely stop. Requires a Luck check to circumvent, however most humans don't even possess the base E ranked luck that Servants have.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

[User]
𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙷𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚒"And that's why only some of us are actual magi," Hifumi said, following up on the executioner's words. "In first place, why is the Church even taking part into this conflict? You are supposed to be overseers. This breaches any code of neutrality you ever preached about. But, I suppose that's only what can be expected of a nest of hypocrites such as the Vatican," she added in the same nonchalant voice from before.

The Church and the Mage's aren't even allies. Far from that, in fact. So, why in the world was this boorish musclehead even here to begin with?

"Oh, so that's what you think that we are supposed to fear about them? Amateur level tricks?" Hifumi said, this time with obvious disdain as she picked one of the photos of the dead scouts and analyzed it.

"You do realize that, no matter how good you Western Magi are, you'll never match the Witchcraft from the Far East, right? If illusions and 'dark magics' are everything you are apprehensive about then I suppose I understand now why I'm even here."

"But really, what kind of second class magus can claim the title of family head of even a mildly influential family and be unable to counter a trick as ordinary as memory alteration magecraft?" Hifumi made an effort not to laugh when Orson spoke about why they didn't know the name of the Brandford son's fiance.

"Excuse me if I what I'm about to say sounds inappropriate. I truly respect anyone who does practice magecraft with the required dedication and discipline. But," she made a pause, placing the photo back and directing herself to Director Orson before continuing, "for someone who achieved the title of Director and carries the same name as Lord Kayneth El Meloi... you truly aren't that impressive of a magus are you? Nothing I've seen or heard so far is impressive by any means other than the location of the Grey's stronghold, which seems to be proper—but not truly special—for a family of Second Owners. And their plan is so infinitesimally likely to succeed, thanks to the Counter Force, that it could be safely ignored and we would lose nothing. So, why are all of you making such a fanfare about legitimate second——no, third rate magi like them?"

"Also, bear in mind that I'm not saying this because of ego. I'm far from reaching a level where I can say I'm even in the top 100 of the Association's magi. That said, what I've seen so far truly are childish games for any well trained magus. So..."

"Is there anything else you are hiding from us? If not, I suppose we could just move on with the rituals, right? After all, the 'end of the world as we know it' waits for no one."

[Assistant]
"The church is involved because we have good belief that the Grey Family are planning to do something that could overthrow the set up we have so to speak. Either they plan to use the grail to become conquering warlords, or they are planning something...more murderous. Patriarch Arnold Grey was known for his ruthless support of mage supremacy. Meaning he sees the everyday man is less than dirt. Besides even all that aside its technically not allowed to have several servants under one army. So he's breaking the rules. But a certain class called: Ruler is supposed to fix that so I'll leave that in their hands." Anderson replied quickly, and simply without malicious tones, or indication that he took offense at the blunt words of Murasaki.

"If you wish to be thrown out of this tower then please insult me one more time Miss Hifumi. I am Lord Director of the Clocktower, and the teacher to the next generation. The Grey Family are capable of more than just 'amateur' tricks. They're capable of molding the human mind incomprehensibly. Paranoia, and tricks of the eye are just the mere tip of the spear. Clearly otherwise Clocktower agents who died to even get us this small information would have stopped them before it came to this point. The Branfords are their own keepers I may not forcibly make them submit to our magics. However from their own statements they apparently may have had their entire memories regarding the girl wiped, not just covered up." Orson said with clear disdain as he slammed his hand down on the desk. "If you continue to be insolent I will overlook even your own considerable skill and have a student replace you. I refuse to tolerate someone who insults the quality of my men, myself, and underestimates the enemy who is clearly playing us for fools. They've been planning this for awhile that much is clear. Otherwise they wouldn't have gone to the lengths they have to hide even how many members of their family are alive."" Orson continued before Anderson stood up, and grasped the man's shoulder.

"Be at peace director. Anger breeds distrust, and miscommunication. Even if she is being a bit forceful you're not helping the situation. Miss Hifumi was it? I apologize for the Director. I may not speak for him but I believe the stress of being put in his situation, combined with the weight of his position has made him short tempered. However you too are being rather rude please reconsider your choice of wording before your anger the Director further. I mean not tell you want to do. This is just my opinion. If we are to be 'The Black Faction' then we need to at least work together." Anderson stated before moving back to sit down. Orson leaned backwards, and breathed in deeply before letting it back out calming himself. "Apologizes for my outburst everyone. I am a prideful man, and I have not slept for a day trying to make sure we got as much ready for the masters as I could."

[User]
"Well, isn't this a lively gathering? I could hear your shouting as soon as I turned the last corner." The door to the office opened once to admit yet another magus, a late arrival this time and judging by the small smile on his face a completely unrepentant one as well. He wore a black suit with a white tie and gloves, one hand resting on top a cane that he clearly did not need to help him walk while the other hand held a large metal case, almost as long as he was tall; and he was not a short individual.

"Pardon my late arrival, and my abrupt entrance, it took longer to acquire a suitable catalyst than I anticipated. The former owners were rather reluctant to part with it." Thomas accented his statement by lowering the large, locked carrying case he held to the ground; the sound the steel container made as it touched the floor was one that indicated the excessive weight it held. His bespectacled eyes swept over the room, pausing slight on each face he found before finally coming to a stop as he locked eyes with the director sat at his desk.

"I overheard the end of your explanation; I can catch myself up on the rest later, but... I must ask. Do you truly expect us to just throw our Servant's and ourselves into this forest and hope for the best? Not to disparage the efforts of your scouts, but surely given appropriate time we will a way through this forest the Greys have prepared for us? "

[Assistant]
Conflict, Waste of Energy, Requesting Withdrawal

How boring. While he wouldn't say it out loud, the girl before him was completely correct in all respects. But to voice his opinion was a waste of time and energy, they had been brought forward for a job, not a debate on the worth of their opponents. He would come at them with no restraint as he did with all jobs, to do anything else would be a waste of valuable time and energy. He sat up and snatched the dossier, flipping through it's information before lightly tossing it back onto the desk. "Assuming you have nothing else to inform us of, I will be taking my leave. I expect you will have my Mystic Codes at our base by the time I arrive, if this situation is truly as dire as you say then no time can be wasted. I've already submitted the proper papers, make sure to not lose them." As he finished his light admonishment he stood up, pushing his chair out as he looked over the ragtag group that would be his team. No, he would not be working with people so unreliable as this. He would summon his Servant and finish the mission without these fools, they would only slow him down and lower the overall efficiency of the mission.

"It is not quite my place to say this, but I feel I must say it regardless. You're all going to die with these attitudes. Fix them if you want to continue living. Oh, and you there." He looked pointedly at Murasaki, a ghost of a smile crossing his face for but a moment as he considered his next words. "Ah, I suppose any advice I give would fall on deaf ears. It doesn't matter in the end. You'll likely be the first to die if you don't take your enemies seriously. No matter how weak they may seem." And with that Asmar exited the room, hands in pockets as he checked his pocket watch with a neutral expression. Ah good, he had cut two minutes off the expected time of the meeting, perhaps he would have time to grab some coffee.