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"What's the point in being this skilled a warrior if you can't even score once in a while?"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title: The Crimson Cavalier, Hot-headed Horseman

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single and looking ;)

Age: 18

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties: Merchant family in Jotenvarr (Mother, Father, Sister)

Class: Cavalier

Weapon Mastery(ies): Sword, Lance

Inventory: Steel Sword, Steel Lance, Vulneraries (3), Trail Rations, Fiction Novel (Tales of the Hero-King)

Personality: As his title might suggest, Scott is quick to temper and is known to over-react to even trivial things (sometimes in in overly positive way as well). At heart he is bold, brave and eager to prove his worth to whoever will bear witness... preferably hot babes. Not only does he know he is a talented combatant on horseback, he makes sure everyone else does too. If his persistence was a tangible currency he'd be a very wealthy man, except in those instances where he empties his gold pouch to buy drinks for the lady of that particular night. On his feet one could even call him immature, but on his steed "Maple" he is a serious and focused force to be reckoned with.

Biography: Raised by a wealthy merchant family in the capital city of Jotenvarr, Scott's childhood was fairly easy. Spoiled by his parents, he lacked any sense of responsibility. Once they finally had enough with him, Scott's parents sent him to the Knight's academy to become a soldier of the royal army. Finishing his training but still lacking the formal decorum needed to live and function as a knight, he left the army and became a sell-sword.

After a long absence from home, a postman tracked him down and delivered a message to him from his family; his younger sister, Michelle, had fallen gravely ill. Losing the use of her legs, her health only continues to deteriorate. The family's once overflowing wealth had run dry in an attempt to find a cure and provide treatment. Then, having returned home to visit Michelle and witnessing her terrible condition, Scott vowed to become a world-renowned warrior and earn as much money as possible to further the cause. He would go on to win several jousting tournaments, complete many arduous missions and build the reputation he has today.

Finally, word of the King's request reached Scott. Seeing this as the ultimate opportunity to potentially save his sister, Scott made his way back to Jotenvarr from the colder lands of Frosspeak in hopes of joining this elite army.

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Aika Lennone

By now, Aika's hysteria caused her to slump onto her side on her bed, her long icy hair making a large wave as she crashed on the less than comfortable pillow. The starchy cushion did little to quell her laughter, as she rolled onto her back, facing up to easily see the antics as well as her new friend. "Is this normal for her?" she asked Pauline while gesturing her left thumb up and over to Diana.

From on her back, she was now able to see a new face standing before her and Pauline, a slender looking fellow with long red hair, and carrying what looked like a katana, claiming the name 'Fredrick.' "Oh, hello, ehehehe," she mustered through the giggling. "I'm Aika, and I've said my name about four times today, hehe."

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Hyakuya

Hyakuya simply nodded when Aika pointed out that it was how they called Manaketes in their region. In all honesty, the dragon didn't know much about other regions so he wasn't aware of other names of his kind. He then stayed silent, happy with merely listening to these young folks talking around. He then proceeded to sit on his bed with his back leaning on the wall and was now facing Azi...

Whose tail was being caressed by Diana. A smile made its way to his face as he watched the whole incident. Hyakuya had only noticed that he was facing a laguz. He had not known much about the race but he had encountered the dragon laguz tribe when he was but a child. he remembered it to be quite an experience, seeing other transforming dragons who didn't need the use of stones. His attention was soon taken back by Diana and Azi when he started to whimper. Ah, of course, a tail was always the most sensitive part of an animal, same can be told with those humans who had their own tail.

And he turned his head towards the door when someone kicked it, a blond haired fellow walked in, greeting everyone there. And so it was safe to assume that he was part of Squad Triginita since Hyakuya assumed that 'retards' was actually pertaining to his teammates. Whatever happened in their trial would have to be different from what happened to their own trial. Not that it mattered much to the manakete. He fell back into silence with a smile on his face as he watched them all talk with each other.

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Mikhail Fuast

Mikhail found himself staring at the door to the barracks. The man pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a defeated sigh as he felt the first prickle of a headache start to surface. The racket coming from within was already deafening and the inexplicable boot mark on the door did little to ease his growing dread. "Should have spent more time checking on the damn horse," he muttered to himself.

Having satisfied his sour puss tendencies for the time being, Mikhail gathered his resolve and calmly opened the door. He was fully prepared to go about his business in silence and claim any bunk still available. However, the sight that greeted him at the entryway caused his normal frown to sink into a grimace.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't molest my squad mate," the cavalier directed to the pink haired bombshell that was currently enchanted by Azi's tail. "It'd be a shame if you broke him before our next trial." Both his voice and facial expression made it difficult to determine just how serious he was being, although he hardly seemed concerned for Azi's sake.

Mikhail met the laguz's pitiful gaze with an ice cold stare and a raised eyebrow, as if to say, "Your mess, you clean it up." Not waiting for a response from either of them, he made his way to one of the bunks in the back. It wasn't until he threw his pack down that he realized that he had ended up next to Claude.

"I take it the boot print on the door was your doing," he said to the merc casually.

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Hiro Anu

To be honest, it isn't all that great most of the times. First, if we brought home an animal, we would have to skin it then get all of the best meat out it, though we don't let anything go to waste. Anyways, if we didn't catch something then we might have to eat only bread but most times we would just skip on eating," Hiro began before stopping to think about what animals were the best to hunt during what situation. "I suppose we typically hunted stags and boars because of all the meat they provided but if we needed something quick then we would go after small birds or squirrels."

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Claude

The others had not exactly received the new recruit warmly, so Claude decided to be the better man (what an odd ocurrance) and welcome him.

"Yo, Fredrick. Hope ya get used to all these other retards, and I also hope you can swing that sword arm for something other than cutting vegetables." The man snarked and then laughed a bit.

He then decided to take some well deserved rest, but the green cavelier seemed to have other plans for him.

Mikhail approached him, claiming him to be the culprit of the footprint stamped on the door.

"Har. Can't you tell by the size of the boot? Hope you ain't a clean freak, though. Once a guy like that made me clean my whole outfit. Worst fucking day ever. My fingers were all like raisin'"

The man gritted his pointy teeth at the best of his ability.

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Tybalt Argyris

As they conversed, Tybalt took a seat on the bed across from Hiro, listening intently to his words. Being of noble birth, Tybalt had not had the kind of experience people like Hiro had. He did not get to see the world like they did, he had to learn what it was like to survive on his own, not be brought up in poverty and have survival constantly on his mind.

"Incredible, you used all of the beast you say? Is that where you got your clothing?" He asked, motioning to Hiro's attire, visually shuddering a little bit from the idea of wearing dead animal skins right off the beast. "That sounds like an incredibly difficult life, but the fact that you sit here now is a testament to the amount of drive you truly have. I'm glad your skills let you survive until now, and apparently much more. Boars and stags made good target practice from the sounds of it, comparative to flying horses, even!" He quipped, letting a laugh slip out after his joke. "Then again, I figure squirrels and birds would be much harder to hit...all the more reason to respect such marksmanship. Let me say I would not want to be on the end of your bow."

He glanced to the others, cracking a smile as he saw the merc and the cavalier leering at one another. Rising from his seat, he clapped Hiro on the shoulder and motioned to the others. "Come, let's go meet the other squad while we still have time."

Hoping the archer was following him, the mage briskly strode over to the others, placing a leg on a chair in front of him to boldly announce his arrival into the conversation with Hiro in tow.

"Hello, my new friends!" He spoke to the cavalier, mercenary, and swordsman, a bold grin on his face. "I believe I have not introduced myself. My name is Tybalt. Talented mage, noble on the rise, and easy on the eyes if I do say so myself." He proclaimed to the three. "And what fine gentlemen may I be speaking to?"

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Joan Croce

A woman, dressed in the traditional pink suit of a troubradour, though she wore a short pink and white skirt along with a white cape skirt that reached her knees, made her way towards the dorm where squad Quinque and squad Trignita.

When she arrived and was about to open the door, she noticed the foortprint on it. Her hand twitched back as she raised an eyebrow.

How unsightly, what kind of person would do this? Ruining a fine piece of architecture like this... well, Joan could only reprimand them later on.

The woman opened the door to the dorm, but perhaps her push was a little too strong or the Claude's previous kick had kind of messed up the door, but the door slammed against the wall once she opened it.

"Oh my." She brought a single hand to her mouth as she said so.

That would certainly turn the attention of more than one of her squadmates to her.

Instead of panicking, the noble woman smiled at the other squads and then bowed down, "I hope this evening finds you well. Please, forgive my blunder. I will try not to repeat it in the near future. In any case, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Joan Croce, and I've been assigned to squad Quinque starting this evening."

The woman quickly introduced herself, and then went on with the question some of them probably wanted to ask, why the hell was she lacking an squad?

"Sadly, I am the sole survivor of squad one. Most of my squadmates rushed in thoughtlessly and were swiftly killed by a flurry of arrows." The noble woman then cupped her cheek as she remembered the events from this morning.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she thought about it.

"If it weren't for my cute Merin, I don't know what I would have done. She dashed forward and dodged all of the arrows, before running over the man we were supposed to fell. I would like all of you to meet her at some point." The girl smiled again and then nodded. "But just look at me, rambling over and over. I am sure my personal circumstances are of little interest to you people. I hope we can get along."

She bowed down again and move on to one of the empty bunks, leaving a bag with her things beside the bed.

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

Hiro was going to go speak to someone else before hearing a new person enter the room, a new member for squad Quinque too. He heard her speak of her whole squad dying and it was a bit saddening but he knew that she could move on. He moved over and said "Welcome to squad Quinque, I am Hiro Anu. It is sad to hear that your entire squad died, but now you with us! We lost a man as well, so I know a bit of your grief. Be that as it may I hope you find some comfort." Hiro gave Joan a small smile, hoping to make her feel comfortable at the very least.

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Read my CS if you haven't yet if you want some background info

"This must be the right way..." Scott muttered to himself as he rounded the corner to the hall where his new bunk would be. Remembering his assigned room number, he could make a quick assessment of how far down the hall his room would be based on the number of the room closest to him. And, as he scanned the hall to find his room, he caught the glimpse of a troubadour entering what he determined to be the right room. At least, that's what he thought. He only caught a glimpse of her backside, after all. Then again, the backside was all he needed.

Re-focusing on the task at hand and combing his hand through his short red hair, Scott made his way after her and entered as she was finishing her story. Not soon enough to hear most of it, but from what he could pick up she was at least in a similar position as he; many of the fools once called his teammates had perished in the previous trials, but out of the survivors were a pair that had been separated into different squads, with Scott being one of them. "Perhaps I can break the ice with our shared tragedy," he thought to himself. "Ladies love a sympathetic man in times of need!" If this attempt to swoon another woman went better than his previous one, then perhaps she won't ask to be assigned a different team in the next mission like the other survivor of his squad did.

Finally getting a good look into the room while Hiro introduced himself, he studied each person for just a moment, though spending a moment longer than necessary looking at the troubadour. Then, to his surprise, he encountered a face he had not seen in a while, and yet remembered it as though he had seen it yesterday. "Well, if my eyes don't deceive me! Is that my green-clad companion, Mikhail? What are the odds of that!" he practically shouted as he dropped his baggage next to the door and rushed over to the dour man. Commencing a strong and hardy embrace, the armor they wore made clanks of various pitches that didn't quite seem to blend well together as they pierced the room's already stuffy air. "Tell me, how have your fared so far?"


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Nickname: Rusty Randy
Race: Demihuman (Red Squirrel)
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male

Proportionality:
Weight:305 lbs
Height:6'11"
Frame: A large frame, very bulky and muscular under the fur and large gutted  Use a hider.
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Personality:- Bruno is often defined as the quieter and distant type, and he really is. Although that doesn't mean he dislikes the company of people, in fact depending on the person or sometimes simply where the company is well appreciated. His distance is more seen in often a quietness and lack of expression or something simple such as asking about the weather unless it suits a particular need of some sort or another. On the other hand he can often daydream when doing some repetitive task or while being alone, being quite oddly perverse in the confines of his own mind. Bruno's lack of expression is occasionally connected to the weirder sides of himself such as obsession toward certain people often crushes are role models or in new technology seen and brought to him. Another darker piece of Bruno though rarely seen since childhood conflict is an odd enjoyment of the fight often when he himself is the one being beaten down and somewhat less the other way around. If there is a kindness available to be done, and nothing particular in its or Bruno's way, often he will do it out of an odd sense of duty to do so rather than just being kind, or it is speculated as such.
Job: Engineer/Repairman

Fighting Style: Bruno, doesn't subscribe to a particular fighting style, depending at first if possible avoiding combat is the tactic. Beyond that, he goes with whatever the hell gets the job done. Whether it be punching, elbowing, clawing, pulling or a swift kick or knee to the groin area if necessary. He's more swift in his attacks than actually being powerful in them and more often used to absorbing and taking on multiple powerful blows. When in tight spaces or in panicked moments often using the arms to redirect blows and instead go with a knee or a swift kick to any vulnerable part.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Wrench, mallet

Armors/Outfits He doesn't really tend to wear much that can be defined as 'armor' perhaps occasionally a welding mask and tough gloves for work in the past. Beyond that, often Bruno is simply found in basic grey overalls, some pants underneath often with a convenient fanny back and a small leather pouch attached onto its waistband.

Familiar:

Familiar Abilities: Lighting & Wind, Absorb electricity, resist wind, weak to ice, booming blasts of sound or music that can push back projectiles and smaller foes, can eat weak or defeated foes

Trance: (none of this found yet) Trance is more often caused by lust and strong resolution for Bruno. While in trance, his stomach and chest expand and practically 'puff out' to a degree as if to form a masculine wall. His defense quintuples and speed doubles, because of his familiar's nature, Bruno can levitate or 'fly' sort of with gusts of wind normally being noticed below his feet and appearing as small tornadoes.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Racial Advantages
Pros- He can hold multiple weapons
Cons- As a human he is limited to having very few magics that are not his Familiar's.
Self advantages
Pros- Bruno's main strengths combat wise is his durability and speed. Beyond that simply may be his techno-know-how and engineering skills
Cons- While Bruno is fast, what he has in speed is what lacks from his average if not below attacks. Seeing as his combat has no real technique, rather it is simply beating up the opponent with whatever comes to mind it can difficult to combat some who have fighting technique on their side.

Background:
 Bruno was born and raised in Lindblum and for the most part it still remains home to him in many aspects. He used to live there with his father and mother under the same house, though the two divorced when he was eight after some big fight. He had seen the two actually fight which lead to his mom, shoving the other down and the floor and quickly leaving, soon the divorce happened and Bruno's dad who had been wealthily employed in the engineer business had received custody. Often through the years there were a few troubles that plagued Bruno's childhood and up. Rumor spread that Bruno's father, Barret was a weakling and had been beaten up by a woman though the source of this rumor has still been unknown to this day what followed after it was a bunch of bullying and fights from others around at the time. Barett, seemed to change over the years as well despite Bruno helping with projects, his dad always seemed to belittle or insult him over the years, and oddly always had to know where Bruno had been.

 Over the years of this, Bruno just started to grow kind of silent and took what came at him. The pain was seeming normal, just something that would have to occur. On certain days, Bruno would just stick up in his room and lose himself in daydreams and oddly growing perverse dreams around the age of twelve. In secret, he began working on some of his own projects one of which was trying to create a blue automation named Reveater or 'Rev' for short. It took a few close calls and lies to hide the project. After a while, he grew worried that the project would be discovered, after it grew and grew so he looked for a place to hide it. Soon after, he found where his mom was staying and planned to visit, but more bullies blocked the way and Bruno had to take a bit of beating before arriving, some of the project was destroyed in the process but not all. It wasn't long after finding his mother, Clarece that she agreed to keep the project hidden, on one condition, that Bruno start protecting himself. She didn't specify any particular tactics, besides a move that redirected punches and lead up to a swift knee to the ground and abdomen and saying to fight for himself, although Bruno could see the fact that she wanted to step in for him instead. She couldn't handle more trouble at the time because of even more bitter rumors and many watchful eyes wanting to taker her down at a moment's notice.

 Bruno, soon did as Clarece had asked of him. Fighting back felt good, and eventually from it most of the previous bullies were no longer challenging him. Oddly, he had missed the fights, having even developed a pleasure in them but more in receiving the blows, after a while of them they ceased to even hurt. Years, and years later around sixteen had Bruno stopped working on projects in secret, despite Barrett calling most of the projects inferior or terrible with some word or another. He felt as if he had to do something and make more projects, as only a year before had Clarece disappeared (though some claimed she was arrested) along with 'Rev'. As years passed by more and more projects were taken under, even simple neighborhood projects for people that needed repairs or replacements for old rusted pieces for something or another and that's how Bruno Randaplh earned the name 'Rusty Randy' although he couldn't tell if that was a positive or negative name. He continued on in silence, enjoying the work and even to some degrees becoming obsessed with it, the innovations in the field and some of those who led it. At the age of eighteen 'Rusty Randy' was moving on up and was asked to work on airship, this day perhaps being the strongest in memory. Not only did Bruno's father seemed pleased, he seemed nearly excited about it and threw a small going away party for the work. Rusty Randy, continued his work after that and never returned home.

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Although Karn would rather get the hell out of the forest asap, with their now slow pace, it was probably better to head to the rest of the ship. In case a few of the others were still hanging around there for some currently unexplained reason. Hopefully none of the severe reasons. Some of them probably could help assist carry Randy or heal him. Karn would gladly admit she was a tough little shit. Strong and fast. But like it or not, she was still small. She didn't have some behemoth strength to carry someone like Randy over her shoulder.

"Yeah, though ya know when I have someone on top of me, one of the things that are on the kinda 'no' list is being crushed to death. Too bad you're not a flying squirrel, you big lug. Squirrly, you owe me a carrying me around session after this." the blonde joked, though she kept pace, her shoulder didn't seem to agree with this action. Even though she hadn't put most of her comrade's weight on it.

Finally, when they neared the ship, Karn picked up the familiar scents of non-monsters out to gobble them up. Most were the newcomers, alongside the Boss and Blank. Along with the crew. Go figure. She should of expected them to not listen and just head to the ship anyhow. It was fine though, complications and all. Mist probably got in the way of getaway route out of the forest. Still, as long as they were alright, that's all that mattered really. Entering inside the wreckage, Karn's ears perked, though were slightly trembling, twitching, shivering, despite how her face remained a calm stagnate which soon formed a calm familiar grin.

"Oh good. We're all here in the ship wreckage. Fits in with the setting of being in the misty spooky forest." Karn said as she dismissed Hercule, letting the panther crossdresser and Blank take Randy. She stood straighter and rolled her shoulder, right ear flicking at the twinge of pain but otherwise ignored it. Glancing to the doll that had assisted guiding them, gently pat its head as the animate object hugged her.

"Thanks bud." The feline humanoid said as her emerald eyes watched it return to the fox before her gaze snapped to her boss as she listened to her crewmate, Blank. Nose twitching at the scent of brandy, her eyes rolled as she walked over and lightly tapped the toe of her boot against the Boss's foot.

"Geez Boss, here we all worried for you, and here you are on your ass and pigging out on our surviving stock of brandy. We can't stay here to sniff out truffles ya know." Karn said, mildly grinning with mild amusement before glancing over the crew and toward the princess. They still had to get twinkle toes to Lindblum. But the boss looked too exhausted and drunk to be much good now. Actually probably everyone was exhausted. Wandering around in the forest now wouldn't do much good in all their condition.

Her shoulder hurt, and she was out of potions. Maybe some survived the crash, probably will have to scout. Her hand touched one of the pouches on her utility belt before her emerald gaze glanced outside. Still was dark, too early to take the medicine. It would help her injury, but it wasn't a good idea to get off schedule. So she took her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest. Eyes examining the shredded ship and clicked her tongue. The Prima Vista really was a wreck. Torn in half, and the one of the half's is buried in the muddy marsh of this forest.

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Wylde helped Karn carry Randy over to the wrecked ship and when the injured crewmate was taken away by other people who were at the crash place, she let a sigh of relieve and looked around. Well this ship was not going to fly again... that's for sure, not with how it was torn in pieces. If it had only crashed they may have been able to patch it up, but with this amount of damage, there was just no way. The structure wouldn't be able to take the stress... the entire remains of the hulk probably were filled with small cracks and the like that were invisible for the naked eye, but weakening the entire structure. She knew that pretty well, for that was a thing to look in one's weapon. A small barely noticeble crack could lead to the entire blade shattering in the worst of moments. Ships weren't that different from the same principle.

 With that, while everyone else was doing their own thing, she pulled her rapier from it's sheath briefly and checked it's condition. It wasn't damaged... yet. Still she was going to have to have someone do some basic maintenance to it, the moment they get to a town with a blacksmith. Putting the blade back in the sheath, she walked to Karn.

 "So... what do we do now?" She asked, looking around." We cannot stay for too long inside this forest, has your boss decided on a course of action?" She asked.

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It seems while Randy was simply being carried around and placed around he was becoming more conscious of that fact. Also he was becoming more conscious of the fact that it seemed multiple people were worrying about his current health. Which was to a degree pleasing but honestly it was assumed that taking some time to lie down or be propped up against a wall or structure of some sort would be enough. Especially so if those potions were working, perhaps Randy simply needed a minute or two of standing around to tell.

It seemed another began to approach Randy. Being stared at and observed again was oddly a bit worrying, did he look that bad? Was there something that he could not particularly point out that was wrong with him? It just seemed like his legs were weak at the moment to him and that he had some trouble with nausea earlier but neither of those things seemed something to be suspected considering the events that occurred. The following of seeing the other cut into themselves in order to plant a seed of some sort, was making it rather worse. The nausea definitely returned along with some light headiness. It was a mixture interesting to somewhat horrifying to see a vine appear out of the wound and a fruit come out of it. He had to make sure to cover his mouth with his right hand and have that arm wrap around the wrench to hold it.

Randy rather tried to grab the fruit with his free left hand. Briefly amazed by the display of what was going on. It seemed rather rude to not accept it but eating it was something else entirely. Randy tried rather quickly gesturing with his right hand in a rather sloppy manner a thumbs up in acceptance, and holding up an index finger to suggest waiting before covering his mouth again. If he could Randy would rather try and sprawl out on the floor or ground for a moment to not be such a bother and to rather relax for a moment.


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Akane

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Age
"16"
Birthday
"December 24th"
School Year
"High School 2nd"
Height
"154 cm"
Weight
"42 kg"
Magic Color
"Purple"

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"Transformed"

Personality
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Powers
Card: VII - Justice
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Mura Sahashi

Mura stroked her new cat a little and recited some more of the poem. Looking around, she walked to some other machines; like the fighting games. There were some people on them, and she watched for a couple minutes as they battled with the computer characters. Becoming relatively bored and still holding her cat, she went to exit the arcade; but only to see a new revelation in the stars. The sky had turned a mysterious shade of bloody red, and the moon had enlarged past its normal diameter. And then she heard the voice; a woman of unknown intent asking for Mura to draw a card from her deck. Maybe even to reveal her fortune; which sounded like a cop out, but it was always worth a shot.
"These are tarot cards, correct? I have seen some before..." she said, walking up to the woman now sat behind a table in the middle of the arcade; but the arcade could not be seen. Then she walked forwards, stretching out her hand and drawing the top card of the deck.

The Hermit

But of course; what other card would she receive? Flicking the card between her fingers, she propped her cat atop her head and bowed to the woman. It was a nice gesture for a stranger to give you a card from their deck to keep, but that wasn't quite right as the woman had disappeared almost as soon as she had appeared. If Mura was correct, mysterious women sat at tables with decks of cards apparating out of thin air and disappearing almost immediately wasn't a very common occurrence in Miso City; it must have been her lucky day. Now that she was stood from her bow, she placed the card into her bag and took the cat into her hands before leaving the arcade finally. She looked up to the skies, seeing the blood tinted hue of the atmosphere and the abnormally large moon that hung above Earth. Then she turned and made her way out of town and to the orphanage she lived in, cradling and stroking her toy cat as she went; reciting another part of the poem she remembered for unknown reasons.

Hello, I'm Pride And I'm Amazing.
Some Think I'm Vain, But They're Just Hating.
I Am The Best Of All The Sins.
When I'm Around, You'll Always Win.
I Stand Before You, So Unseen
And Only Come When You Succeed.
I'm Everything You Need And More.
I'm Deadly Sin Number Four.

[Assistant]
~Reika Kuroke~

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Reika sighed as Owari finally arrived to their meeting spot before she then proceeded to barrage her with talk of emotion, or the lack of it. Honestly, everyone knew that the pompous little Egyptian had a thing a thing for the Student President. Flaunt all she wanted in school, not even the luxurious Owari could dream of catching the President's interest. That being said, Reika still considered the other girl a friend, as much she didn't like to show it.

"That's quite a decrease in word choice Mubarak-san. Usually you waste more than asingle breath in trying to persuade me in following pursuit of your underhanded tactics. Are you really Owari Mubarak? Or did someone finally catch your fancy for an autograph?"

The President's own words held little emotion to the air of which she spoke. Love was a complicated thing and something that she neither cared nor had the time for. But at least Owari was trying and that always amused Reika to an extent. Before the white-haired girl could reveal her own smirk, Owari turned away and headed in the direction of their third companion.

"…must we always be so daring?" she muttered, regretfully putting away her mid-afternoon lunch to calmly walk towards the roof. She took her time, unlike the others, before finally standing beside the other two students. A quick glance up confirmed the reddening of the sky, an obvious sign of things yet to come.

"So now what oh fearless leader?" she asked, glancing at Akane with a stoic face.

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Kabeyama Chikage

Mounting her bike Chikage rode down to the arcade with some haste. She didn't like staying out after dark even though she knew a perfectly safe way back home. That and it wasn't as if Chikage had a lot of money to spend for games either: she had a budget of 1000 yen, plus whatever she had left over on her arcade card. If she ran out of money either she was going to go head back home, or maybe visit the bookstore to read manga. She heard there may be a new chapter of Berserk.

"Just master race things... Just master race things... Just master race things... You know Just master race things! OI M8!" Singing some American rap song she found from the internet Chikage rode down a hill and through an alley, over a bridge and past a park. A well worn path that she was very familiar with, and Chikage knew this path well enough to walk it blind. The lights here were bright and blue, and there were two police kiosk on this route. There was a railroad track that Chikage was going to have to go over, or even stop by if she was unlucky. And sure enough she could hear the train's whistle in the distance, signaling the inevitable wait. Chikage began to bike faster, singing harder as if she could make herself more efficient if she kept singing.

Unfortunately Chikage did not beat the train, and soon found herself waiting by the railroad tracks as the train ran before her. Sighing Chikage was content with waiting when suddenly there was a strange hooded woman next o her. "Kya!" Falling off her bike Chikage got defensive until she saw the woman was just some sort of fortune teller and not say, a mugger. She still seemed very shady. "More tarot cards? You're not friends with Midoki are you?" Picking up her bike Chikage was hesitant to accept the strange woman's deal. While there probably wasn't any harm in doing so, she didn't suspect this woman was here by chance. Something about this woman seemed... Off. Unnatural. Chikage would almost dare say magical. But perhaps that's just the sort of charm such a street performer would want to make, wouldn't it?

But if this woman really was more than just a fortune teller, did Chikage really want to risk getting involved? After all she just wanted to go to the arcade. She didn't want to get involved in some grand conspiracy just because she didn't know better. But then again, if her father taught her anything, it's there there's no such thing as chance or coincidences: Only destiny and opportunity. Perhaps this was an opprotunity to do something great with her life. Unbelievable even. "What am I thinking? It's just picking cards." Without much fanfare Chikage reached out and picked up a card. Judgement. "I seem to be getting this card a lot... What does this mean?" Chikage showed the woman her tarot card.

All the while Chikage was blissfully unaware of the changes going on around her. The red skies, the enlarged moon, the never-ending train, Chikage did not know that she truly did step away from her reality into this new, horrifying experience.

[Assistant]
Nadeshiko Kakyoku
"Let us pass, let us pass~" A soft voice could be heard signing gently, along with the sound of a violin being played. Nadeshiko, eyes half closed, her movement gentle and graceful. "Where does this narrow path lead~?"

Almost as if deliberately cue, when suddenly the strange hooded woman was almost waiting in front of her right after the second line of the song. Glancing down at the card, Shiko slowly placed her hand on it, before picking it up. Counting to five, she quickly flip the card around. "The Temperance..." Looking at the card in surprise, she turned her gaze towards the hooded woman. At least, she had attempted to. What was once the mysterious lady, was now nothing but an empty space, as if this had been nothing but a dream. However, Shiko knew it wasn't a dream. After all, she could still feel the air lightly brushing past her, the smoothness of the card held in her hand, and the weight of the violin in her other.

Shifting her eyes down to the card once more, the girl smiled bitterly. "Temperance...a very fitting card, it seems." With a sigh, she pocketed the card, and left her seat.

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Miso City Outskirts - Kaname All Girls Academy

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Chapter 00 - House of Cards

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After an unexpected encounter with a mysterious benefactor, if the strange fortune teller can be called such, the girls find themselves standing upon the threshold of something bigger, a chance to change their lives forever in a way the most only dream of.

While it maybe the most desired wish of some of them, and to others nothing but a tiresome bother, all of them would find that such a change didn't come without a price...

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As soon as the mysterious woman vanished, the girls found themselves abandoned on that eerie landscape, where time itself seemed to have stopped flowing. A wind, cold enough to chill the spine of even the bravest knight, hushed by, caressing the girls' skins just as it carried the last of mysterious woman's advices.

"Go back to the Halls of Enlightenment, there you shall find that which you seek."

However, just before the girls could take any action, they would notice a low rumbling near them. It was a sign that they weren't alone on that world of delusions, and certainly, as soon as they turned to look, thee would see that something (be it a lamppost, a bookshelf, random electronics or even a rogue pinball) was doing something that an object such as that should never do.

The, formerly inanimate, items were moving on their own, and not only moving, but also intent on attacking them (be it by shooting lasers, or leafs, slamming them, or whatever other form of cartoonish attack that item could do), for reasons yet unknown to the girls. The only indication of identity on the curious beings was a marking, somewhere on their bodies that represented one of the cards from the Tarot's Minor Arcana, making it clear that this wasn't a disconnected event.

When all seemed lost, and girls were about to meet their fates in the most inappropriate way possible, another seemingly impossible event happened. The card on each of their hands began to throb, rumbling as if it wished to unleash some hidden power from within it. As the final blow was about to land, the girls would find themselves acting upon instinct for the second time in the night as they unknowingly activated their cards hidden power, becoming...

The Chosen Arcana, magical girls that fight with the power of mystic tarot cards.

Now, with the power to either fight back or flee, what would the girls' do?

Chinatsu Akane

Since she was the first to arrive at their vantage point, Akane had some time to contemplate the landscape of the Crimson World on her own, while the cold breeze that was so characteristic of this place, blew gently around her. Such was the level of the girl's absorption, that she barely registered as her companions arrived in the roof as well. At least until Owari came and greeted her from behind.

"Wha!? Owarin, you almost killed me, you know? You can't creep behind people like that. What would your fans do if they knew that their idol is a stalker?" Akane said as she jumped to the side, like a scared cat and put one of her hands over her chest, to calm her wildly beating heart.

Right about that time, Reika arrived as well, asking why they always had to be so bold, when their only action until now was literally walk their way to the roof which was the natural thing to do, since the needed to be able to have a clear strategic view of the battleground, right before inquiring Akane for her plans about the fight.

"Wait, I thought that you were the leader, Kuro-shin. After all, I'm just a nerdy weirdo, I can't possibly take the charge. Anyway, I think that we have better things to do now." Akane said as the presence of several Minors popped into existence around the school and not all of them were engaged with what Akane thought to be the new magical girls, created from some of the Arcanas that they had pacified in the past.

The currently unengaged monsters were three different places(the auditorium, the courtyard, and the dormitories) so they would need to separate from here on. "I'll take the one in the dorms!" Akane said to her friends, before getting ready to storm the dorms. However, before she dashed away, she turned to them again and said "Please, be safe, girls. If anything unexpected happens to any of us, she should call for the help of the other two, ok? Also, if you meet any of the new girls, please don't be too harsh to'em."

With that said, Akane ran to the edge of the roof and, with a twirl of her fingers produced her Arcana card out of nowhere, jumping from it and yelling

"Major Arcana XI - Justice, mystic change!"

before she disappeared from Reika and Owari's sight, hellbent on punishing whatever was it that as causing chaos at their precious dorm.


[System]
Mostly the same as before.
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

His more formal is largely the same but with more vibrantly dyed blue and white leathers and a great deal less steel.

Personality:
Indrau is bitter, in constant pain and hates the moniker that he has been given him. Even so, he can be kind in his own way and is selflessly devoted to his friends. He has a gallantry streak that extends only as far as actions go though even this has a limit. The knight also has a sharp mind but is content to sit quietly and hold his ideas to himself unless he feels them to be very important.

Brief Backstory:
Indrau's short career as a knight errant was bloody and fast moving, drastically changing his outlook on life after he was badly wounded in battle and left for dead.

A younger, more naive man left home with just a sword and armor, trained by his fathers household knight but untested in battle. Given his familial lands position on the northern coast and the frequency of raids hitting under their protection it would only have been a short time before he would have come into battle naturally.

But Indrau was impatient, incontent with being a third born son there as was little glory that might come to him naturally. He found his worth soon enough in a large town set upon be a band of deserters. The young knight first bloodied his sword against these enemies while townsfolk fled. Indraus withdrew and rallied the survivors of the attack and struck back against the raiders. He was captured in their first engagement and spent three days being beaten before they dumped him in the crossroads outside of the town with both of his legs broken.

Inspired and enraged, the townsfolk fought a battle of attrition until the invaders were driven from their homes. Fewer than half of the townsfolk survived, a statistic that Indrau mourns to this day. His left leg was too badly damaged to heal properly and he lost an eye. For his part in the battle the towns lord, who was away at the time granted him an apprenticeship in the trade of his choice given that he was no longer able to fight.

Indrau discovered a talent for magic, metalwork and a love of problem solving. He excelled at his studies, throwing himself into them in an attempt to distract himself from his disability and the slaughter that had occurred. In the end, after completing his final piece as a student and mastering the art he felt dissatisfied. It wasn't his place in life to create things in a workshop. Indrau was a man of action, a knight. He donned his armor once more and picked up a blade to set out on a new path.

He found himself with the Iron Roses, and organization that appealed to his youthful ideals of righteousness and chivalry.
Equipment:
Silence - Indraus Masterpiece and personal blade. To prove his mastery of Runic magic he has adorned the blade with a complex series of two hundred runes that deaden magic and slice through spells. The sword draws off of its own reserve of mana that can be added to by a mage.
Cane - This is a simple cane with a more minor runic enhancement that grants sure footedness.
Armor - His leg no longer able to bear the weight of a full set of plate, he wears a brigandine vest under a long leather coat with vambraces and greaves.

Skills:
Runic Magic - Instead of traditional words and gestures, Runic magic uses sigils charged with the will and mana of the caster. A sequence of runes comprising of a single spell must be performed all at once with unceasing concentration as the image in the mages mind serves to refine the physical aspect. A working as complex as Silence might take as long as 30 hours to create. To use a runic weapon requires nothing from the user provided the fuel requirement for the spell is already met. If such a weapon runs out of mana it is usually destroyed.

Other:
He is an accomplished horseman but his preferred method of fighting is on foot with a planted stance that serves well on the deck of a ship, owing to his families modest navy. The immobile nature is easier on his leg than a more dynamic style.

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Ah, she... she should have asked more questions. She'd been so caught up on the ambush and ensuring it wouldn't be followed by another that she hadn't even thought about pressing her interrogation. Now she simply felt foolish... and the Knight-Captain of the Iron Rose Knights wasn't supposed to be acting in a manner that could be considered foolish. That wasn't how things should be. With her performance tonight already-no.

Fanilly had to keep pushing on. If she was to be the Captain, then she had to do everything she could. Next time she would remember to question a prisoner far more thoroughly. For right now, at least one of her knights had recalled to do the same and had taken over.

There was another matter to attend to all the same.

Fanilly's fists tightened slightly.

"We are the Iron Rose Knights," she said, after a few moments. "No matter their crimes, these bandits have surrendered and been divested of their arms. Their fate is now in the hands of the law, and that is what will judge them. We do not slay defenseless, surrendered prisoners."

The young girl was surprised, for a moment, at how sharply she had spoken. But this was something she felt rather strongly. The Iron Rose Knights were an order founded by a saint, were they not? They were an order founded on both Justice and Mercy, were they not? Certainly, these bandits were likely to die. That much was true. But they had surrendered, laid down their arms. They were defenseless with their hands and feet bound. Their fate was now left to be judged by the law, not to be slain in this forest after their surrender. No matter their crimes.

"This is no great distance from Aimlenn, and a pair of footmen can easily handle the job of watching over them if they must," she responded. On this issue, she would not budge. "We stand for justice and mercy, and so the prisoners that have surrendered will live to face the law."

She tried not to get angry. At least, not visibly. But how could someone suggest killing surrendered prisoners and then call themselves an Iron Rose Knight? That flew in the face of every single tale she'd heard, of even her research into the history of the order. A formal execution as judged by the law... if the Iron Rose Knights had to carry out such a thing, then they would. But killing those who have surrendered on a battlefield, just because it would take effort to have some of the footmen watch over them to ensure they don't attempt escape?

It was something she would never, could never, allow.

Fanilly turned away, her cape fluttering behind her as she did.

The bandit being interrogated was, by this point, trembling in terror.

"F-f-first the little girl now th-this... ahh damn it my day has just gotten worse and worse!" he moaned, "Kaleb spilled my soup 'n now... er..."

He trailed off after a few moments.

"... Camp has sentries posted 'round it..." he said, finally, averting his eyes. It was clear he at least felt some shame in divulging the answers, though not enough to stop himself from speaking, "Spikes, too, stoppin' horses from chargin'... Some prisoners, last I checked. Rivik was plannin' on some ransom or some such 'n King Jeremiah didn't seem to care... couple girls 'n a lady. A man, too, caught him snoopin' around... Haven't touched none of them. I would never, at least."

He seemed fairly confident that none of the prisoners had been harmed, but if that was true or just him trying to get in a 'good word' in hopes that his chances of execution would be diminished remained to be seen.

For a few moments he let the question of Jeremiah hang in the air.

Then...

"... He's a monster. Never seen anyone like him... K-King Jeremiah, I mean. Never seen anyone kill so many people so fast..."

He gave a nervous glance towards the bloody battlefield.

"... P-present company excluded, I m-mean."

Fanilly took a deep breath. While it was important to ensure the prisoner was interrogated, they were also operating on a rather short time scale.

They had to keep moving.

"As soon as the prisoners are placed on the cart, we must keep moving," she asserted, as best she could, towards her knights, "When the bandits have been defeated, we'll..."

Fanilly hesitated for a moment on this note. Her eyes cast themselves around the battlefield. There were a great many dead bandits, and... it was still difficult to be in such a place for her. The blonde girl-knight hadn't seen so much death ever before, even if she had caused a portion of it.

"... We'll... we'll burn the bodies and the camp together. But for now, we'll simply get closer before proceeding with the attack as planned."

Of course, Fanilly intended to reiterate her plan of attack once they were at an appropriate position, but she felt it best to wait before splitting the knights into multiple groups as she intended. She had to try and take the best possible path at every moment. Especially given her mistakes with the injured farmer and the interrogation.

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[Assistant]
"Lucky bastard," Elodie muttered as Jerel came by, nursing a hole in his shoulder. In any other case, one injury sustained after a disorganized melee was something to be celebrated, but this was an injury upon a marksman, against opponents that should be nothing but wheat. Careless indeed. Lucky it didn't go through his chest, in any case. But that was all she said, and as the battle drew to an end, leaving only the stench of spilled blood, soiled pants, and charred flesh (god, Gillian makes any battlefield worse) behind, Elodie slapped on her goggles and tied a handkerchief over her nose. Had to come up with a better design, eventually, but it was rather low on her checklist as it were.

Gotta spend some quality time with Silence and the Twinned Arms, after all.

Nodding Alyssa, perhaps the only truly irreplaceable member of the Iron Rose Knights, who was fated to put up with all the recklessness and carelessness of a corps of glory-seekers, Elodie walked out of the impromptu wagon-shelter, stretching out her back. There was a nice, satisfying pop as she surveyed all the preparations for their departure. A half minute of walking got her mounted on her mare again, and after some initial skittishness, the artificer was off, ready to go in the general direction of the bandit camp and leave it to everyone else to do the murdering.

Ah, there was one point though.

"Hey, Fanilly," Elodie said, pulling her steed up beside the Captain, "You asked 'bout how they killed off the regular army, yeah? Strategies, tactics, prominent magicals? Anyone other than their King to watch out for?"

Even a man of uncommon brutality was a mere man. If it was only Jeremiah who had any impressive martial skill, he wouldn't have an army left, after all.
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~ The Forest ~

Interacted with: @HereComesTheSnow, @Psyker Landshark

"Err, that's true." Jarde sheepishly replied at the short-haired, amber-eyed knight. "Still, you have my thanks for the offer, Sir Segment-- Segregate-- Segremors! Yeah, that's it! Sir Segremeors. You have my thanks, Sir Segremors!"

The young knight smiled and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Was it really that obvious?"

Jarde was clapped in the shoulder by another knight, offering consolation. This one was looked more middle-aged, with black hair and blue eyes.

The young knight already knew he and the Iron Rose Knights slaughtered in the name of justice, and Jarde trusted Fanilly to keep it that way. With a smirk, it was time for humor once more. Albeit, a darker one this time. "Well Sir Hagen, I prefer to think these bandits are just innocent, desperate people driven to crime by circumstances beyond their control. It makes killing them more interesting." He flashed a grin before looking at the corpses. "They probably had a family. Probably had friends. Probably played around in grassy meadows. Probably admired the Iron Rose Knight, even. I wonder what they thought once they saw they were fighting us, their childhood heroes."

"I jest, I jest." He told both Renar and Gerard, stopping the joke before it got too far. "Seriously though, Sirs, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." In truth, he was not but he preferred to discuss his feelings with someone as fresh as him rather than with grizzled veterans.

[Assistant]
Even post combat his gaze had darkened dramatically, old hatreds and resentment bubbling to the surface. If only there had been more bandits to the ambush instead of just the small force they had met. Such a group would have been but a fraction of what awaiting them and the fight served only to delay them.

He wiped the blood on his blade off on the shirt of one of the bandits he had killed. Indrau slammed it back into the sheath somewhat more forcefully than was called for. He needed something to distract him, for a moment at least. He limped over to stand by Tyeathe, aided by his walking stick.

"I can scarcely believe that I used to yearn for this, but now I do it because it's all I know. How have you kept yourself going through all of these years?"

Daze


[System]
Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Appearance:

Medical Ailments:
Hemophiliac (If you don't know what a hemophiliac is here is a summary: "Oww, I cut my palm" *Bleeds out and dies*)

Nationality:
Canadian

Occupation:
Dance Instructor

Four Week History:
Four weeks ago was the time Garret found himself stuck. Stuck not knowing, seeing but never confirming. Four weeks ago was the time where Garret was sealed in among fourteen other people, all huddled together for days. Oh, oh so many days he had been down in that bunker, a bunker where the only person he found comfort in was his father who had abandoned Garret and his mother when Garret was only ten years old. However, his father's rationale had been correct. You see his father had been what most would call... a radical. He'd secretly stolen money from Garret's education plan simply to buy canned food and construct an underground shelter for when "The Apocalypse" arrived. Garret's mother had only dismissed it as a foolish past time until it evolved into an obsession. Afterwards, Garret's father heard about the new disease that had been found in Somalia, kidnapped his now-adult son, and hunkered down with thirteen of his closest "colleagues"

However, it turned out that Garret's education plan hadn't proved to have earned them enough food, and when everything fell short only twenty days prior to today, that was when people began to die of starvation. It took only eight days for 6 people to die. Then, in two more days 3 people died. That was the point when madness consumed the survivors. On that night the dead began to pound on the door, and as Garret and four other curled, waiting for it to end- one person acted differently she stood, staring at the door, tears running down her face. At that moment she smiled, lunging at the door. "Dear, I knew you were alive," she said as her neck was ripped open, madness numbing any pain she would have otherwise felt.

Everyone either fled or died. Garret had no way of knowing whether his father made it out alive, nor did he care. For nineteen days he eluded the dead, moving from house to house, rummaging whatever he could find. He avoided taking any risks, staying away from anything that was sharp out of fear that he would prick his finger and bleed out. However, he had completely bled the residential area dry, and now that his supplies are running low he needs to take those risks that he'd strayed away from. If he avoided those risks any longer he would surely die a meaningless death in this hellhole.

Items of Interest:

-Half empty 2L water backpack

-A plastic baggy with one hemophiliac pill

-A bunsen burner(No gasoline however)

-A pot

-A laser pointer

-1/4 container of peanut butter

-2 Firecrackers

Weapons:

-Sledgehammer

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"Oh bleedin' SHITE!"

I'd been right behind her when she got shot. I wasn't even expecting it at all. Today was just the bloody greatest day in the bloody fockin' world, eh. First we had to abandon our bus, then we got shot at, then we lost three of our own, then this stranger barreled into our gang and brought his dead friends, and NOW that god fockin' sniper had taken out Doris! Sure she might've lagged behind several times but she was a help! She took care of Sophia when no one else did! And now she was another bloody corpse on the floor! Good fockin' deal this was then! Everythin's gone to shite!

Still flat on the floor, I scooted forward and away from the window, grabbing onto the little lass as well. If no one else was gonna take care of her, aye, let this Irish bitch do the job. I got my hand around her arm and pulled, dragging her forward from the window and into the relative safety of the doorway. Now we were trapped between a bullet and seventy bajillion pounds of dead flesh waiting to tear us limb from limb. Stupid stupid stupid! All this would'nae have happen'd if we'd not been stopped on the bloody road!

"Shite shite shite SHITE. Well what're we gonna do now?"

Our new arrival took a peek out the fire door. A resounding boom made him retreat as the door exploded and slammed back into the frame, showering us with splinters. So much for that idea. More booming echoed across the street as our gunman fired at something else, and as I took a peek out the window, I saw why. A police car was approaching the school! There was a human driver in there! I flinched as another shot rang out and I saw sparks ping off the metal of the car's bonnet. The car crashed straight into the chain-link fence and the horn sounded once, but when I thought the driver was dead, the engine revved heartily and the car jolted right over the fallen fence and made its way over to us. Would be but a few seconds 'fore it crashed or stopped right outside the fire door.

Which means that we had to get it open somehow. I pushed on the bar to try and open it, but it was stuck stiff. That last shot from the sniper must've jammed it into the frame. Bleedin' 'eck. With a hand bracing the bar down, I leaned my shoulder against it.

"Alright gang! We hafta get outta here, so help me bust this bloody fockin' door down!"

Without waiting I reared back and gave the door one almighty shove with my shoulder, showering myself with another cloud of splinters as it barely budged.

Jesus-bleedin'-Christ this was going to hell fast.

I reared back and gave it another shove. Made the thing shift a fraction of an inch, wasn't good enough but it was somethin' at least.

In the back of me mind I heard the resounding gunshots from the house across the street cease, replaced by angry cracks like someone was settin' off firecrackers or somethin'. The car was getting closer, and in the next second he'd probably be here, hopefully his vehicle didn't block the bloody door shut. The engine noise had drawn several deads from the street, but as I watched the gunman fired his rifle again. I flinched, expecting someone else in here to fall over, but when I opened my eyes I saw a shambler staggering forward with a fist-sized hole in its face before it keeled over, re-dead.

Did that asshat have a change of heart?! First he forced us off the bloody street, then he killed Doris and NOW he was killin' deads?! Jesus-bloody-Christ!

Whatever the case, we needed this door open. I remembered, back before the chaos, that the army dude said his name was Alex. I turned back and looked for him.

"Oy! Alex! Ye're the strong type! Come help me with this bloody door!"

[Assistant]
The shot rang out through the endless hallways, a reverberating lament. The door that had initially presented freedom and hope, had instead heralded doom. Or at least Doris' doom.

"CONTACT!" Without so much as a thought, Alex hit the deck, crawling to the wall by the door for cover. What the fuck was happening? Had someone been aiming for a walker and missed? Another shot shattered a nearby window, erasing all doubt. Some asshole was taking potshots at them, not the undead.

The elderly lady whom had been so full of life and determination only moments ago had slumped to the floor, clutching at a devastating gunshot wound in her chest. It wouldn't take a doctor to tell you she wasn't getting back up from that. Not living anyway. Blondie and the newcomer seemed to have kept the little one safe. A resounding boom shook the entire building. Again; What the FUCK was happening?

The groans of the recently risen were getting closer and closer. They were minutes away from being zombie-chow. The gunfire sounded like it'd stopped, replaced by the sound of someone desperately revving an engine. Could someone be coming to help them? Alex scowled. Yeah right. More like the guy taking shots at them was coming to finish the job. Fuck. What could they do? If they stayed here, they'd be eaten. If they got out the door, they might get shot. The decision wasn't a hard one. Maybe dying was a hell of a lot better than definitely dying. Seemed Blondie had reached the same conclusion and had begun attempting to knock the door down. Although she gave the door some powerful shoves, it wasn't giving. Although she had weakened it considerably. His name pierced the chaos.

"Oy! Alex! Ye're the strong type! Come help me with this bloody door!"

He rose to a low crouch, turning to Blondie and nodding. Happy the gunshots had ceased, he rose to full height in front of the door, coiling his right leg into his body before unleashing it into the door with devastating, practiced force. The door flew off it's hinges and Alex was momentarily blinded by the light that flooded into the now empty door frame. His eyes adjusted as a deafening roar announced the arrival of a car, which skidded to a stop in front of him. The car was a mess. The right window was smashed and the body was riddled with bullet holes. But Alex wasn't the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth. The guy had to be helping right? That was the only reason he would have taken gunfire for them and stopped here. He'd take any help he could get.

"Everyone into the car! Hurry!" He threw the passenger door open, getting in and turning to their savior "DRIVE!" It might have seemed a rude thank you for saving them, but there would be time for gratitude later. For now, all that mattered was getting the group to safety. He wouldn't let them down. He'd save them.

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Garret heard the barrage of bullets stop, it was almost jolting. Nonetheless he continued straight, and deciding it was best to avoid a fiery crash into a school he threw his head up just in time to notice that his approach had been a lot faster than he'd thought. In an instant he slammed his foot on the brake, and veered right, skidding to a halt directly in front of the emergency exit door, which was now wide open.

Almost immediately people began funneling out of the doorway, and with good reason. For what lay behind them surely would have torn them to shreds. He heard the passenger door swing open, and looked to the back of the car as people began to enter the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat shouted at him to drive, and he obeyed almost immediately. Not even waiting for them to close the rear door he pushed his foot on the gas, and turned, directing them back into the direction he had entered.

"Keep your heads down. The shooters could still be a threat," Garret spoke as calmly as he could to try to quell the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Surveying the area, it had been a miracle that he hadn't hit any of the corpses wandering about on the field on his way in. He'd been driving blindly, and it could've taken only one shambler to halt his entire approach had it gotten stuck under his wheel. He'd lucked out in a way.

Garret looked to his left, eyeing the building with the shooter, as well as another person. He couldn't get a clear view, but what from all that he could see was that the shooter was still at the window. However, the other man had disappeared. But, where had he gone? And why had he not shot as well? Garret began to roll these questions around in his head as his eyebrows furrowed. Either way, they weren't getting shot at anymore, so perhaps he was just scared? Maybe he'd realized that this car was coming to save them? Perhaps they should approach him? Would that scare him more? Too many questions ran through his head.


[System]
Age: 17

Supernatural Race: Fae/Changeling

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Fable is of medium height, but extremely pale and thin, to the point that she seems unhealthy. Her hair, in contrast, is very black, and quite long. She tends to wear darker clothes and makeup, and while her right eye is steel-grey, her left is a bright green that seems extremely out of place on her.

Personality: Fable, despite possessing a strange kind of charisma, is deeply wounded inside and hates any kind of reference to her past. Though normally relatively confident and collected, she is prone to violent outbursts of anger, especially when this subject is brought up. Most of the time, though, she seems fine, if a little strange - somewhat quiet and reserved yet still somehow charming. Of course, people who know her heritage are rarely surprised by this. Aside from that, she also seems a little anxious all the time. People who pay attention will notice her scanning for exits in any room or building, and staying close to one whenever possible.

History: Fable is a Changeling, an unwanted Fae child who, as a baby, was secretly swapped with a human child, to be raised by a human family. However, in Fable's case, she wasn't swapped. Her human mother, Diana, caught Fable's biological mother in the process. Fable's mother fled, leaving Fable but not taking the human child that Fable was meant to replace. Diana ended up raising the children as twins - Fable and her "sister", Elise, were almost totally identical in appearance, except for Fable's strange green eye.
It was as the children were growing up that Elise took an interest in the supernatural. Initially, it was a simple interest, but eventually she discovered a group of people called the Hunters. She joined (in the loosest sense of the word - she interacted with and was taught by Hunters, little more) them at the age of 12, and after a few months she felt she trusted Fable enough to tell her, and attempt to recruit her too. She succeeded.
Over the following years, the sisters' education by the Hunters only got more significant. Their grades dropped, and their prior interests were forgotten as they were radicalised to hate the Supernaturals, both unaware of Fable's nature as a Changeling. At the age of 15, they took part in their first hunt. They killed a vampire, together, with an elder Hunter guiding and protecting them.
The pair continued to track and kill Supernaturals together as time went on, whenever they had free time. Their parents worried about them, of course, but the sisters were long gone by this point, metaphorically speaking - they were fanatics, only death could stop them. However, nearly three months ago, Diana died of an illness that she'd kept secret so far in order to protect the sisters from the cruel reality a little longer. In her will, she left something for Fable, a letter. It was from this letter that Fable discovered her true parentage.
Fable fled her home. Within the hour, Elise found the same letter and took on a new hunt, one she has been enacting to this day. Each sister knows the other's methods well, and making it extremely difficult for either to defeat the other. For the most part, Fable has managed to evade Elise. On the few times they have met, is has only ended violently.

Strengths: Intelligence, charisma, weapons training, would make a surprisingly capable Hunter

Weaknesses: Fragile, no allies at present, burned by iron

Stance: Inactive - mostly just trying to survive

Special Power/Skill: A strange Fae power similar to a spell, which charms a person Fable is talking to, lasting for the remainder of the conversation. They will be left dazed, unable to think clearly, and will find themselves treating her better than they otherwise might.

Other:
* Fable still has a folding shortsword from her time as a Hunter.
* Fable is currently (illegally) staying in an otherwise-unoccupied room in one of the apartments.

Name: Elise Elwynder

Age: 17

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Elise isn't quite as pale or as thin as her sister, and she isn't heterochromic (both of Elise's eyes are that same shade of steel-grey), but otherwise, the pair look identical.

Personality: Elise's mind is cold and dark. An utter fanatic, she hates the Supernaturals, and Fable above all others. Sadistic and psychopathic, there is very little joy in her life, and what there is comes from the thrill of the hunt and the pleasure of the kill. She has none of her sister's charm; the best she can do is hide her worst qualities from people who would react poorly to them; she tends to come across as quiet and strange, and not in a nice way.

History: (Read Fable's backstory for earlier history) Elise was the first of the two sisters to become a Hunter. The group she joined was more like a cult, and years of brainwashing turned her into one of their must trusted agents, though her youth made her less capable. When she discovered that Fable was Supernatural, the very thing that they had been taught to hate, it was the ultimate betrayal, in Elise's mind. She made it her personal quest to kill Fable, and for the past three months or so, tracking down and destroying her twin has been all that's been on her mind.

Weapons: A folding shortsword, similar to Fable's, a hand crossbow, with both normal and iron bolts, and a net made of iron wire

Supernatural Target: Fae

Strengths: Combat training, dedication, intelligence, no moral doubt

Weaknesses: Socially repulsive, blunt, unable to compromise

Stance: Active

Other:
* Not much to say here.

[User]
Darnies found himself blinking as the Detective suddenly vacated his spot and made a beeline for the bathroom, leaving him and Chasa to stare at the empty seat for a second before returning their eyes to Harry and the man who set off the wards. Nervously, Darnies started using the blood from his arm to sketch a Barrier Sigil that covered the entire back area of the bar; the area more focused on the family aspect of the bar. If he could keep the barrier up, the few families and the bar's other regulars could get out the back door. The guy didn't seem to want a fight, or even know what type of bar he just walked into but Harry was unpredictable and-

-And his wards went off again, making him quicken his pace as the girl he swore he had just seen at the bar without setting off his wards announced herself and what she wanted. The Detective slid back into the booth and Darnies gave him an uneasy grin, not even bothering to cover up his little project.

"Ah, uh, Detective...I figured you'd leave after you went to the restroom," He said quietly, not wanting to draw either Hunters' attention anymore than Chasa coming over to protect him already did with the bloody man. Why did Mundanes always find out about the Supernatural this way when they were around him? Could he not introduce the idea to people peacefully?

"No," his mind supplied just as Harry turned around and immediately tried to make situations worse. "because if they weren't in possible danger then you'd never tell them in the first place.' He sighed, conceding to his mind's point as he finished up the ward just as the Hunter man revealed his own weapon.

Chasa was taut as a bowstring next to him. There was a shimmer in the air to show the barrier had been erected before it cleared again and all the Beings on the other side quickly made their way to the back exit, children huddled in the center for protection. Now all that was left were anyone in their booth, at the bar, or in the bathrooms.

"Chasa, protect the Detective."

Chasa shivered as Darnies's order took hold of her, and she felt almost betrayed; not because he gave her an order, but because he was giving her one to protect someone other than himself. "But Darn-"

"Chasa!" Darnies hissed, flipping the second latch on his cane to allow for the easy removal of his hidden blade should he need it. "He is a Mundane in a situation he doesn't understand, I need you to guard him. Get him out if he wants to leave, but don't let him fight or he'll die."

The order doubled and the Chai on her chest shimmered in response to the first True Command the young witch had ever used on her. He had always tried to tell her that she only had to listen to him or help him if she wanted, but he was giving her no wiggle room this time. She felt herself moving to the other side of the booth, leaving Darnies exposed and blocking the Detective from leaving his seat, her large body barring him from any possible bullets. Her thought process felt like it was halting; all she could bring to the front of her mind was, "Protect the Detective, guard him."

Darnies slid from the booth as Chasa stayed sentry by in front of the Detective. He felt guilt twist his stomach at having used her Nature against her wishes, but at least Darnies knew how most Hunters fought if it came down to it. As it was, the nineteen year old licked his lips nervously as he stood, leaning his weight on his cane fiddling with the bloody rag in his other hand.

"Librarian, I really don't think Bec would appreciate another fight in her bar today," Darnies avoided using Harry's name even as he made a last ditch attempt at peace, but kept his personal shield around him just in case. He doubted either Hunter had bullets to kill witches- they rarely do, these days, with him being the only one left. He absentmindedly wondered if the Hunters had any bets on who would take the last True Witch out. He still didn't want to take the chance of not having his shields up. "Let's all just agree to leave the bar alive and live to fight each other some other day." He let his power surface and the crescent moon appeared below his left eye as the air around him took on a green shimmer to reveal both the strength of his magic and the shield he had around him. Chasa's eyes and tattoo shimmered in response to the display of power. He addressed the Hunters in the same calm tone, but his eyes held warning.

"I don't think you two are equipped to fight what's left in this bar."

[Assistant]
Rebecca quickly whipped up Harry's drink, as well as Scott's meal. "Here you go, loves. Enjoy, and don't forget to tip." Then, the shit hit the fan. Oh, boy. I'd hoped it would never come to this, but it seems that it has.

Taking off her necklace, Rebecca revealed her true form in all its gory glory. Even in this sort of company, a walking corpse was probably the sort of thing that would attract everyone's attention. Her voice was a low growl, lacking any sort of warmth. "Ladies, gentlemen- though it seems there's not a representative of either here- I don't know if you saw the incident a few minutes ago, but I refuse to tolerate any fighting in my establishment. That goes double for hunters and supernaturals. I suggest you find a nice, peaceful way to settle your problems, because the first person to do something is going to have to deal with me. I could always use a zombie thrall."

[User]
It all happened so fast.

The first thing he noticed when walking back was that everyone had started taking out weapons. When he slid into the booth, he saw Darnies doing...something. Something that he had never seen anyone do before. Before he could question anything, Darnies ordered Chasa to protect him. Why does he mean by 'mundane'? Watching her move to block him from leaving, he noticed that her chest was glowing. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, to nobody in particular. He could only listen with confusion as everyone spoke, as he was unable to see what was happening.

What was a Hunter, or a Supernatural? Why was the owner talking about zombie thralls? He didn't know, but he could tell that a fight was about to break out. Looking at Chasa, he gave her a desperate look. "The police are on their way. If they don't stand down, it's going to get ugly." He would have asked her what was happening, but everything was moving so fast that he didn't even think of it. "Tell them that. Maybe that will get them to stop." Maybe they would run away, if they knew the police were coming. Then, he could track down the perps and get them into custody without worrying about civilian casualties. And then, he could ask what the hell was happening here.

[Assistant]
Elise frowned in response to the bald scum's ominous threat. It thought that it could kill her, and she had no doubt that it wanted to. That was the thing with Supernaturals: they could be reasonable if it would keep them alive, but ultimately their only purpose had always been to cause harm to others. It deserved death, but she could not give it that while more were present. A group of them might stand a chance against her, and more would be destroyed in the long run if she lived now. Thus, she had no desire for conflict, so did her best to play the bald monster's game.

"Really?" she asked it. "I think the Librarian could use something to set himself straight. Faith, I've found... it gives a certain sense of purpose. Helps a person focus on what's important."

---

Fable was searching for a way out. The only door lead back into the main room of the bar. The window, well, it was a bathroom window. Even though Fable could probably fit her small frame through it, this would not leave enough room to avoid cutting herself on the shards of glass that would be left if she were to break the window. Besides, she'd seen the other window already broken today; Rebecca didn't need to deal with another one. Of course, Fable could hide in a cubicle, but that would be far too obvious once Elise inevitably searched the room. The only viable option she could see was to go back into the main room and try to slip past Elise. Of course, she could try to kill her sister, but unlike her, Fable had lost no love for her twin when they'd been driven apart. She could see now that Elise was evil, but the thought of ending her life still seemed... difficult.

---

Elise found the situation funnier and funnier as more and more people got involved. All this posturing and threatening - typical Supernatural agression - and all she'd done was ask for someone. It was as if they were trying to provoke her, and in a way, they were. She was making mental notes of the faces (and, when she could, names) of everyone who seemed to be Supernatural in this room, something which was pathetically obvious by their hostility towards her and her Brother, the other Hunter.

Turning to Darnies, Elise said, simply "I'm not here to fight. I'm just looking for my sister. You people are right that I don't like you, but is that really my fault? I've walked into a bar and been threatened by a man with a gun, then everyone who involved themselves except that Japanese man has seemed to think I'm the problem here. Can you really blame me?"

Elise hated calling the creatures in this bar people. They weren't, and they should be thanking her for flattering them with such a term. But, of course, she was not in a tactically advantageous position here. She would have to play by their rules, or die.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Personality: Abigail is extremely stubborn, and hates when people tell her what she can or cannot do. Unless she's close to someone she comes off as cold or aloof, but when she truly cares she'll put herself in harm's way to protect others at a moment's notice. Due to a sheltered upbringing she has trouble relating to others, and opening up has always been a problem. Also thanks to her younger days she's relatively ignorant of the world and wants to see everything that was denied to her when was younger. She's crazy over women with long raven wing hair, and has no idea how to talk with them.

Devil Fruit:
Strengths-The Dendo-Dendo(Zap-Zap) Fruit Gives the user the ability to generate and fire red electricity from their body as well as manipulate all electrical fields, and electromagnetism from the surrounding area.

Weaknesses-
*The Dendo-Dendo Devil fruit is affected by standard Devil Fruit Weaknesses.
*Since the Devil Fruit's power is mainly electricity, it is powerless against insulators like glass, plastic, rubber, and wood.
*Due to the complexity of her devil fruit Abigail's control over her power is minimal and so far she's only capable of manipulating the electrical energy her body produces.
Techniques-
Dendo-Dendo Snake Abigail holds up her left hand and lets lose a blast of electricity.
Dendo-Dendo Python Abigail puts two hands together and lets loose a massive blast of electricity. It's several times more powerful than the Dendo-Dendo Snake, and drains her after use.
Dendo-Dendo Rattle Snake Abigail infuses something she's touching with electrical energy which causes bodily harm on contact. She usually uses this ability with her sword.
Dendo-Dendo Porcupine Abigail releases a burst of electricity that shoots out from all over her body with sparks travelling up to a foot away.

[User]
Rather than explain himself to the new pirate captain he decided to let Zypha experience just how tough Yami was thus how ineffective his hornets were. That didn't mean he was gonna sacrifice the remainder of his forces though so he ordered the ones that were blown away rather than killed to come back. Even though the majority apparently had survived he was still running low.

He watched the turtle-man attack Abi without any way for his hornets to interfere. Still he knew it was his fault she was in danger right now, so he tried to push her out of the way.

---

Total number of hornets in Asus' body is 100. Number of hornets used for combat 65, hornets currently in use 0/65, dead hornets 40/65

[Assistant]
Abigail had seen sea turtles before. Normally they were cute little things that made her smile. This guy wasn't anything like them. Sure, he didn't look any different from the ones she normally saw, but because of its size, the malice in his eyes, and the fact he was rushing towards her like the a green half ball of death, there wasn't any feeling of affection. Which was good. It made the decision to blast him with a dendo-dendo snake that much easier. So she raised her hand and readied her attack, but didn't get the shot off before she saw Asus running towards her.

It wasn't expected, so Abigail panicked and discharged the energy she gathered up because if Asus touched her hand there was a good chance he'd be cooked. Then she felt his hands on her, shoving her away from the attack. "Wait." Was all she had time to say before Yami's massive shell took up the space they'd been standing on and she was flying backwards from being pushed out of the way. She hit her shoulder, and came up after a quick roll.

"Damn it!" She shouted. AT some point during the attack the sword was knocked out of her hand. She didn't see it so that meant she had to move to plan B and to do that she had to have a plan B. "What to do? What to do?" Red electricity start flickering around her hands. "Meh. Guess there's not much else I can do." She raised her open palm and pointed it at the enemy. "Dendo-Dendo Snake." An arch of red lightning left her hand, rushing towards the turtle like a snake after a mouse.

[User]
Zypha watched as Yami turned into his Turtle form and launched himself at the group. Thankfully Zypha was more than prepared and easily got out of the way but her crewmates were not quite as lucky. Abigail lost her sword and Asus had put himself in harm's way but there was nothing that she could do at the moment but observe.

Yami was a Zoan fruit user, which meant he was no doubt quite strong and resilient because of his animal. Her scythe would just bounce off of the shell and probably damage the blades so there was little point in attacking, yet. She needed an opening if she was going to do any good. The only other thing she could try was to be a distraction, but in her current state that would prove quite dangerous, so for now she waited.

"You light-weight! How about manning up and come out of your lame shell!"

[Assistant]
Yami slid across the ground, crashing into Asus as he pushed Abigail out of harms way, and stopping hard on his two front feet. When his body came to a stop, his head poked out and his back feet fell down, slamming against the ground. Abigail's Dendo-Dendo snake struck the back of his shell immediately afterwards, but given his excessive size, and the limited conductivity of his shell, it barely stung the entirety of Yami's back upon hitting him. He jumped and spun around in midair after getting struck, and coughed up a glob of his acidic saliva, sending it towards Abigail. A peculiar ability for a Zoan-user, turtles didn't have acidic saliva, so why was it so dangerous? It didn't really matter, and Yami wasn't about to stop and explain it. Yami grinned and turned his sights to Asus, who'd been far close than Abigail. He pulled his front feet and head back into his shell, using his back feet as an axis to hammer his entire shell into Asus from above.

"Kame~Kame Protractor!"

[User]
"Why didn't that do more?" The corner of Abigail's eye twitched as she watched the electrical attack hit its mark like Robin Hood's arrow going through the firs arrow waiting at the center of the target. It was a bigger target so not as impressive but the point was the hit was full on. Yet, the creature before her didn't seem to have been hurt in the slightest. There wasn't any time to stand there and wonder about it, because something was coming out of the creature's mouth and heading right towards her. It was liquid and she had the nearly unshakable feeling it wasn't water. The color kind of gave it away, and the smell. Questions forgotten she leaped out of the way of the fluid it so it impacted harmlessly on the ground where she'd just been standing.

Frowning, she quickly dusted herself up and turned back to look at the ground and the sizzling chemicals on the ground. Her face twisted around as if someone just shoved a lemon covered in salt between her lips. "Oh. God I hope that's not stomach acid and the guy's attacking us with foodless vomit." She grimaced further at the idea and was unable to keep herself from shuddering. "Whatever it is, its disgusting."

"Well, if I can't cook him into turtle stew maybe I can cut him up." Her blade appeared in her hand. "Maybe I can cut him up?" Sword in hands she rushed forwards with the intention of jamming her blade into one of the holes used for Yami's limbs to stick out.

[Assistant]
Zypha watched from afar feeling a bit useless at the moment. His shell was obviously too hard and thick for her to break through and Yami only liked to pop out his limbs when he needed them meaning that very few soft bits were available to cut open. If there was one thing Zypha was though, it was observant.

While she had yet to find an obvious weakness there was something, odd about how he fought. There were few animals that had acidic spit, and as far as she knew no Turtle had such an ability, which meant there was a good chance that whatever that spawn of the Devil's Curry was, it was man made. Now, he did spit it out so somehow he was mixing something inside his mouth most likely. This was all a hypothesis of course but while Abigail decided to confront the beast, Zypha decided to investigate some of the acid left over on the ground from his attack.

Walking over to it she studied the substance and decided to see if maybe, just maybe it was flammable. Taking her scythe she traced the blades around the small pool, careful not to touch it, but close enough so that sparks would dance around the acid. If the acid caught on fire, there was a good chance they would be able to use it to their advantage.

If not, she would just have to continue to observe and wait for the next chance to strike.

[User]
Yami ultimately smashed the bottom of his shell against the fallen Asus with enough strength to crush his entire upper body, including his skull. Three pirates dead now, with only two more to go. This is what came to stubborn rookies that couldn't accept their place in the world. This is what happened to amateurs! Perhaps it was Yami taking too much pride in his kill that distracted him, or maybe the force of his Kame~kame protractor stopped him from dodging. Whatever it was, he felt something slice into his left, front foot as he emerged from his shell. Abigail struck his tough skin, ripping a small cut in his limb before he lashed out with his head to try and bite her leg in return with his strong jaw.

Meanwhile, Zypha's attempt to light his spit on fire was a failure. It seemed that his ability was inherent, but the acid wasn't eating through the ground very well at all.

[Assistant]
Abigail was well and ready to do her best to take the man's life. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but there was something inside her that said the man was a monster, and who was she to argue with the little voice in the back of her head. So there was all the force she could muster behind the blade as it went into the limb hole in the turtle's shell. Only, something caused her to falter. It was a sound like the world's desnes glass bulb being shattered, with a wet sound at the end. "Oh now." The blade went it, but it didn't go as deeply as she would've liked. Personally, if it had disappeared to the hilt she would only almost been happy about the damage she'd done, but the way it was, it didn't go more than an inch. Yes, the wound would've been debilitating if it had been in a human arm, but with the tortoise's massive body, it was nothing more than a scratch.

Something hot and wet splashed against her legs. Despite knowing better the red pirate couldn't help but look down at the gore that covered her legs. There lots of blood, that was expected, but the small fragments of bones that clung to her like a desperate child made her stomach turn. It was probably for the best though because Yami's head snaked around and shot towards her like the scorpion's tail. For a flicker of an instant she considered shoving her blade at the thing's face, but that might not have killed the thing before it managed to take her leg.

As it was she paused for too long. By the time she moved back the Captain had left a long deep gash across her thigh. "God damn it!" She screamed, more out of anger than pain, and winced down at the blood that was seeping out of the wound. "Your going to pay for that, and Asus, and whoever else you've got an IOU for." She paused for a breath, and checked the movement in her leg. It was going to tense up before long so she needed to finish things as quickly as possible.

Abigail gritted her teeth and power started forming in her free hand. "Okay. I've got your number now."

[User]
"Of all the attacks to be taken out by...Kame-Kame Protractor, really now." Zypha felt as if she was going to be sick to her stomach as yet another crew member was killed, this time smashed like a pancake by a big turtle man. The crunching and squelching sound was sickening but even with all that stimuli, Zypha was far from squeamish and the felling of sickness passed in but a moment.

While Abigail had her brief moment of success she paid a price for it as well. Now Zypha knew that the acid was at least not particularly strong, which meant as long as one could keep the stuff off their body they would probably be fine. So something as simple as a piece of clothing could defend against it if used fast enough. Which meant now Zypha had her opening. Moving on instinct she removed the light jacket she usually wore, thankfully she had more than enough bandages and chain in place to keep her from being riske.

Ignoring the pain that jolted through her right leg, she bolted for Yami who had exposed his head when he attacked Abigail. She kept the jacket in one hand to wave in the way of any acid spit her way, and pistol in the other. As soon as she came within three feet of Yami, she fired the pistol at his head, aiming for one of his eyes and would jump over Yami's shell, not bothering to check if her shot was effective or not. Also she would drop her jacket over Yami's head to temporarily blind him and yell out,

"Alright Abi! Give him your best shot!"

[Assistant]
Abigail blinked. It all happened fairly quickly. One second the only other surviving member of the pirate crew was looking down at the acid and the next she was attacking the tortoise and then shouting at her to do something. The red pirate didn't need to be told again. She wrapped her power gathering hand around the lower section of the blade's handle and the whole thing lit up like a Christmas tree after being doused with gasoline just before the control for the lights flicked to the on position.

The glare was enough to make the sword carrying pirate wince. "Okay here I go." She rushed forward as fast as her injured leg, and thrust the end of her blade at the nearest opening. Her plan was simple, and that simplicity made it elegant. Basically, she hoped to break the tortoises skin, it didn't have to be deep, and poor all the power she could directly into the massive lizard's well armored body.