[System]
Class: Rider
Appearance:

Abilities:

Parameters:
Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: D
Luck: C

Magic Resistance (D): Rider had little experience with magic in his life, resulting in this lowered rank that provides minimal protection against Magecraft.

Riding (C): Riders experiences on the Russian steppe, as well as collaboration with the Golden Horde, allows his mastery of all mundane vehicles and animals.

Charisma (B): As a Grand Prince, Rider showed significant charisma in dealing with the Golden Horde as well as his own people, allowing him to maintain his countries independence and earning him a well respected place in Russian history.

Military Tactics (B): Rider was known for his military experience, winning pivotal battles that shaped the course of Russian history and earning this skill. Provides a boos to his own Anti-Army Noble Phantasms, while countering enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasms

Saint (C): Rider was worshiped as a Saint soon after his death, and was canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 1547. It provides an effect similar to 'automatic HP regeneration', allowing him a limited ability to heal his wounds beyond that of the normal servant.

Noble Phantasms:

Song of the Frozen Lake
Winter's Cold Grip
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: B
Description: Riders most famous victory was the Battle on the Ice, a battle between his forces and invaders from the Livonian and Teutonic Orders atop of Lake Peipus. Most famous was the aftermath of this battle, where his usage of military tactics and strategy forced the Crusaders back onto the ice of the frozen lake, where the surface broke and sent many of the retreating soldiers into the ice.

This Phantasm is a crystallization of that legend, creating a Bounded Field in the immediate area. All enemies inside the Bounded Field are subjected to the sensation of drowning in a freezing lake. Their mana will be drained at an increased rate and movement will be significantly hampered so long as they are in the Bounded Field. At the same time the Bounded Field will be populated by Wraiths in the form of Novgorod militia, hindering those inside from escaping in support of Rider and his allies.

Svantovit's Steed
Horse of the War God
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: C
Description: Given to him by the Mongols when visiting the capital of the Golden Horde, this horse was said to have been a gift from the Slavic war god Svantovit, to aid him in battle. While not seemingly different than any other horse besides the white coat, his horse has the ability to predict the future to a limited extent, increasing his effectiveness in battle and allowing him to escape bad situations or take advantage of what opportunities might present themselves. This is based on the Mongol religious belief that white horses have precognitive abilities for religious ceremonies.

Personality: Alexander is a calm and firm personality, relentless and passionate against his enemies, yet also not one to be ruled by anger. He sports a keen mind, honed to martial matters as well as that of politics with caution, far sightedness, and an eye towards his goals. He is well versed in the customs and traditions of the Mongols as well as the Russians. In this can be seen a surprising tolerance, at least for those foreigners who do not come as enemies.
Other:

Name: Cecil Lavernth
Age: 24
Appearance:

Personality: Cecil is a relatively laid back person who does his best to not let himself be overwhelmed by events. That isn't to say that he can't take things seriously, he just prefers to look on the bright side of life and approach things from an angle where he believes that he can do the most good. He doesn't shy away from conflict, but violence isn't his first reaction to situations where it might be needed. Otherwise he likes to think that he's reliable, understanding, and is always there to lend a shoulder should someone need it.

Abilities: Cecil is slightly above average when it comes to the quality of his circuits, but has an otherwise reasonable amount of them to use. He has access to the typical Magecraft tricks that all who've studied it should know and be able to perform adequately, but that isn't where his area of specialization is.

As far as his family crest is concerned, Cecil has the ability to control various types of liquid substances. This includes altering acidity, physical state, and that sort of thing. Primarily this is done through vials of water that he has specially prepared beforehand, but to a lesser extent he can also repeat these sorts of feats with normal liquids. It takes more energy to do so. It may seem fairly substandard, but it can be useful various cases, and it helps with experimentation.

Unfortunately he doesn't have the full crest, so he's still learning.

History: As a second son, Cecil didn't really expect to have that much responsibility in life. He learned a bit of Magecraft when he was younger, but most of hi time was spent going to school and wandering about, simply enjoying his life while finding different areas that he could excel in. This went fairly well for him, and he developed a particular aptitude for doing magic tricks and general sleight of hand.

Then everything changed. While he was out there was an 'incident' involving his older brother while he was practicing his own Magecraft, and Cecil suddenly found himself as the heir to the family legacy. That essentially thre him into a crash course, and he has done his best to keep up while trying to hold on to some semblance of his previous lifestyle. Not that it has worked all that well if he were to be honest, but he'd like to think that he was trying.

it was in the midst of that that he was summoned to be a Master, and over the objection of his father he answered the call. As far as he was concerned it would provide at least a little break, and he could put the skills he had learned thus far to the test. So he set off to go to work.

Other:

[User]
"We're mustering for war, I assume." Amedea looked around the room, finally taking her eyes off of her own servant in order to examine what everyone else had - from exotic eastern shamans to european legends of bizarre clothing, it spoke volumes when the hero she summoned seemed one of the more normal - she supposed the word for it - of them. He at least looked like he came from the 12th century.

"We are gathered to do battle against singularities, irregularities, whatever else the Grand Marshal has in store for us." she explained as she turned her attention back towards the heroic spirit. She had regained most of her composure and was much more calm now, especially seeing how nothing had gone wrong so far and all she needed to do now was bring him out for breakfast before awaiting further orders. One step at a time; it would just be like her first day in the Academy.

"Theoretically, we are all to band together. In practice, many have gathered here anticipating a war in which their allies to be were their opponents to the death. I hope that, whether it be a knife in the back or an abomination in front of us, you won't have any trouble dealing with it, right..."

She paused there, realizing that this was where she was supposed to say his name - which she currently did not know.

Shit, I knew I forgot something. And I had it all figured out too.

"Who are you?"

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Nezha continued her examination of her master even as she spoke before finally getting out of her personal space and her hand was placed on her hip. The inquisitive, almost critical gaze she had earlier was gone, replaced by a youthful smile. She was glad - she had wondered what kind of person had summoned her; feared it was some sort of greedy, upstart mage or someone who was desperate for something they had no means of attaining by themselves - someone who would go further than most would deem comfortable, acceptable or moral to go. Instead, instead of a mutual killing she was certain she had arrived in a battle of a much more noble nature.

And she was perfectly fine with that.

"Hm!" she nodded in satisfaction. "Cute, determined, youthful, assured! I like you!" Giving the Fire-tipped spear a twirl in the air, she slammed it back down on the ground again and raised her free hand towards Shinobu, fingers locked in a "V" position.

"If you're going to lead, then I'll follow you. I'm Prince Nezha, son of the Pagoda-wielding Heavenly King, disciple of Taiyi Zhenren and the subjugator of the dragons of the East Sea, and I accept you as my master!"

Then, pausing for a moment, the servant's smile disappeared and she mused at her master for another moment before adding another line.

"Although you might want to do something about your attitude. While I think being confident and self assured is a good thing, there comes a point where it becomes vanity, you know?"

[Assistant]
Sinfjotli

Post#3

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Berserker frowned, an irritated crease forming on his brow. She hadn't given him the names of her family, and he silently flipped his estimation of her from probable noble to a likely commoner. They said that common women sometimes sold their newborn infants to elves in exchange for tutorship in the seidr arts.

As for the rest though... how odd. He did not know much about singularities or any of the other esoteric terms which she had thrown around, but some part of him which had not been there as a mortal was aware, at least partially, of the reason he had been summoned. It was no Ragnarok but it seemed that he had been called upon to protect an endangered cosmos in some capacity.

What a strange turn of events...

Sinfjotli felt his anger begin to stir. Did the gods think that he would be satisfied if they allowed him this? To accompany a war party of foreign heroes to pacify some minor apocalypse? As if to compensate him for their broken promises? A deep feeling of resentment was building inside him as he scanned the ranks of the other emerging Servants, and it was with effort that he forced this train of thought away and turned back to the one who had summoned him.

"Yes... yes I will have no trouble marching to war with this strange band I think, provided I am adequately compensated of course."

He turned to the forming crowd, looking doubtfully at some of them. There was a bizarre menagerie of warriors and witches from all corners of the globe, some of which looked quite regal, worthy comrades or advisaries, while others... he eyed a posh looking Servant in a victorian suit with distaste.

"And that my dignity is not challenged by those who legend does not compare to my own."

He spotted what appeared to be a child no more than ten, and turned away abruptly. Were the gods insulting him with this?

Turning back to his Master, this

"I suppose I owe you my name before you give me yours hm? That's fine. Impudent but fine. I am Servant Berserker, but my real name is Sinfjotli, the Worlds Chosen. You are very lucky girl."

[User]
Amalie Georg Faust, Caster

"Mar-ga-ri-ta!" declared Caster brightly, smiling cheerily. "That's really fun to say! More people should have fun to say names, right Gretchen? ... Right! Gretchen agrees she thinks it's a great idea to have more people with fun to say names that are really great though Gretchen is the most fun to say name becau-ooooohhh!"

The little girl's eyes immediately fixed on the chocolate chip scone. Clutching Gretchen to her chest with her left hand, she immediately snatched it up in her right, and without a moment's hesitation she took a bite. After a few moments of silence, as she savored the taste, the tiny girl burst out with a rather excited exclamation.

"IT'S GREAT!" she declared, waving the scone in the air before bringing it to the doll's... lack of a mouth. "Do you want some, Gretchen?! Huh? Huh? ... No? You don't have a mouth right now? I guess that is true... but there's a lot of prana here!"

Well, that was certainly an interesting remark...

"Hey hey Margarita, Margarita! There's lots and lots of prana here does that mean I can start summoning my friends?!" asked the small girl cheerfully, beaming, "It means I can let Gretchen go too so it'd be really nice we could have a big big biiiiiig party that has lots and lots of food and cake and big decorations and it'll be so much fun and we can invite all the knights here too look at them there's a bunch I'm so excited Gretchen is too she is she is she is and we can ride a horse and feed the horse cake too I bet horses love cake lots and lots of cake and then we'll fight a dragon because that's what knights do!"

[Assistant]
The position of submission and fealty was held as the bond between them was cemented and Rider began to sense the mana that flowed between him and his Master, enough to satisfy his needs and ensure that he would be able to fight. Perhaps he could not compare to some of the Heroes of legend, but if one were looking to find someone weak, they would not find it from the Russian as he rose back to his feet.

Of course he was no fool, and the peculiarities of his Masters familiars were noted. More importantly though were all the Spirits that surrounded them, some of them announcing their identities without care while others tended to be more silent or reserved when it came to this sort of thing. Some of them glimmered in the edge of his memory, Greek tales that had been carried to Russia via their commerce with the Mongols and the Muslims of the south. Not as much as he would have liked, perhaps, but he was not completely a foo. Others were pretty much unknown to him though.

Returning to his Master, Nevsky looked over the elderly figure before giving him a warm smile. "Perhaps not the most sociable of Masters, but so long as you are capable of making sound decisions, you do not need to be. I am Alexander Nevsky, Grand Prince of Vladimir and Servant of the Rider class. Wherever our battlefield may lie, you have my sword and horse." He didn't know whether they would be necessary with so many Heroic Spirits around, but if his lord said to fight, then he would fight.


[System]
23 years of age, Male
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History
 Niall has appeared a few years ago out of seemingly thin air. As the land fell into dark times and people were needed to step up, he took up arms and oaths to fulfill and set out through the land as a Vagrant Knight, with no real titles or possession safe on his person. He would travel to land to help villagers and people in need and quickly made sort of a name for himself as a wandering, local folk hero of some sort. No one could ever see his face for two reason; he almost exclusively traveled and did his work at night and he also almost never removed his helmet. This is what earned him his nickname; The Owl Knight.

Anything else

 Niall was raised by benevolent but secretive Tuathas. They did not tell him much of how he came under their care but he believes, from what he heard, that they found him lost and alone in the woods during a stormy night. His parents may have been set upon or abandoned him, it isn't known. They raised him to value pacifism and to resort to violence as a last resort. They taught him about his people and what he was and the History of this land, and of course - they taught him to fight. Not because they believed in it, but because they knew that he was a Human and could not stay on Mount Sliabh indefinitely. Not being able, or wanting, to alter his direct body with enchantments, the Tuathas created a familiar for Niall. An Owl, Gwdihw, a magical creation that had fey properties and was linked directly to Niall through a powerful magical link. It was like an extension of his person, and grants him certain abilities. They also gifted him with his signature helmet and the Lance he uses in combat, The Eye of Night.

Abilities

Niall is a gifted fighter in general, but what sets him apart is his training and magical abilities gained through his time with the Tuathas. Niall attack most often from the Dark, taking his targets at a disadvantage, and strike with extreme speed and precision.

Gwdihw, his pet owl familiar who can always be found near Niall. Through it, Niall is gifted multiple magical and fantastical abilities that aid him in his quest.

 Owl Accuracy: Niall is gifted with augmented visual prowess. He can see in the night like a predatory bird, and in the day or
 night he can strike with extreme precision and at high speed.

 The Eye of Night: The Owl Knight can bring forth from his lance a magic that would resemble some sort of mist, albeit very
 dark, that would stretch over a certain area and simulate a moonless night.

 Wind Magic: The ability that is the centerpiece of Niall's combat style, and used in conjecture with the others. He can use
 Wind Magic to to grant himself greater speed and jump higher and further. His enemies could easily think he can levitate or fly, but
 they would be wrong.

[User]
Location:
Forest near Harzel
Mid-Morning

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Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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"A-a dragon!?" The boy shouted. "But…but aren't…they all dead? Didn't the King kill all of them…?"

"I-I knew it! There was no way that thing was a fomorian! I told you, brother!"

"If its a dragon how can we kill it?" The boy asked. "You seem awfully knowledgeable about them…" He'd question Reinhardt as the two would gratefully take up the knights offer of a ride. The two would settle in behind Reinhardt as the group would set off, leaving the burned village behind.

"...ehe, mister that was terrible." The girl chuckled at Marduk's less than clever joke, offering him a small smile as they'd head out.

Assuming there was nothing else that they wished to do here, the trio would set off. The ruins of the village behind them. The children contented themselves with talking to Reinhardt, or idly chattering to the knights. The boy seemed to take a particular liking towards Ethelred, now that the shock of the initial meeting wore off he seemed to think the icy powers and armor was rather cool.

It was about when they were halfway through the forest that they would stumble on something of an obstacle. Some ways down the road in the direction they were going, was a group of knights. Wearing fairly stereotypical chainmail and armor covered by a tabard bearing the crest of Harzelslack.

"What kind of children just run off? I'd be surprised if they haven't become fomorian dinner already." A red-headed, young looking girl near the front would say. She was wearing full plate armor, a well crafted blade at her side and seemed fairly important from the fact she was effectively leading the procession of about six knights, including herself and a purple haired fellow next to her.

"That's enough, Gráinne." He was dressed in black, well put together armor with a cloak hanging from his shoulders. "Just because we've finally arrested that Black knight doesn't mean we can let our guard down. Whatever fomorian it is out here still. It concerns me that she went so quietly when she's fought us at every other turn."

"Haa, really Lonan?" The redhead replied with a grunt. "She was half dead when we found her, she's probably just waiting to escape and taking advantage of our merciful laws. We should just execute her already."

"The law exists for a reason." He'd reply, whacking the redhead on the back of her head. "She may be a criminal, but I will not besmirch the law laid down by the King. Now think. If she of all people were half dead from this Fomorian, then how do you think we'd fare if we ran into it? Keep your mouth shut and eyes and ears open for those kids."

…now, who could they be talking about? Regardless, unless they hadn't been spotted quiet yet by the party as it had stopped and the five seemed to be discussing their next moves. The children seemed to shrink a bit at the Harzel knights appearance, trying to make themselves a bit hidden behind Reinhardt's frame.

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Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Early Night

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@Pyromania99

"Bweh~" Sorcha's head would subsequently meet the table as she'd faceplant from the unexpected impact of Fio's sword. Her hands released the small witch from her grip, allowing her to wiggle free and finally put some distance between the queen and herself.

Not that the Queen seem bothered.

"Ahahaha~!" She'd sit up, laughing boisterously at Fio's bonking, seemingly completely unfazed by it. "How many times is that? Twice so far?" She'd laughed again, in response to being bonked a second time in fairly recent memory. "Ehehe you're lucky I'm drunk and your cute or I might start taking offense." She'd immediately turn around, waving down a server. "HEY! ANOTHER DRINK!"

She'd turn towards Fio offering her an excitable grin and passing the witch the mug she had been holding.

"That's the spirit!" Sorcha would grab another mug as the server would bring them. "Lets make this more interesting too! A bet! Luna has to let me eat whatever I want if I win!"

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Heading down the small hallway Niall would quietly make his way towards the room the Fomorian had disappeared into. Her back was currently towards him, her white dress brushing against the ground as she'd make small movements, seemingly stitching something together on the table in front of her. Niall had to get a bit closer to see exactly, but what he saw probably didn't do much for his assumptions about this Fomorian.

A human body. Fresh, from the looks of it. She had made several long incisions on it, practiced. Medical. Precision.

"Hehe, almost ready. Once I finish you I can get onto that big guy in there…" She'd chuckle to herself. "But first…" The dark skinned woman would then, move from the end of the table with the head of the body towards the opposite, conveniently furthest from Niall.

"You are something alright, heh." She'd bend over, attempting to lift what was likely the axe the Tuatha had mentioned. A large thing, bigger than a man was made from steel and bone it seemed. As she'd attempt to lift it, she'd make small grunts of exertion, clearly the weapon being far too heavy for her. But after a few moments, she'd manage to lift it over her head….and promptly swing it downwards with a little battle cry.

"Ahaha-wah!" And promptly nearly sling her own smaller body into the nearby wall from the momentum and heft of the weapon. "Gweh…so heavy." She'd drag the axe and prop it up against the wall behind her. "Whew…maybe I'll dismantle you and see if I can get some of that giant magic myself…"

She'd go back to the body, back still turned towards Niall. As long as he was quiet, or perhaps if he even could make a distraction of some sort again…even riskier, perhaps he could ambush her. She seemed pretty busy doing...something with the body, but he couldn't quite see what.

[Assistant]
Luna had to stiffle a laugh at the Queen's expense. She probably should have stopped Fio from bonking the Queen on the head, but she couldn't help but feel that the Queen deserved that much. Still, adding some stakes to the challenge? "An interesting proposition, your majesty. Very well, I accept. Though, what do I get if I win? I already eat properly so I don't have anything to gain from the same reward as you." Luna said, putting down the rest of her drink and waving over for another one. "And, if Fio is joining, what does she get if she wins? You not groping her in front of everyone might be a good start." The woman mused as she was notably getting really red around the face.

The other drink came quickly and Luna downed the entire mug, slamming the vessel on the table in front of her. "Perhaps if either of us win, we get to lead your hand in a dance." The woman smiled a small bit as she seemed very confident in what she said. None of the soldiers around looked much too surprised at this shift in tone though. Luna turned to the tiny mage before speaking. "Unless Fio wants me to lead her in a dance instead." The Knightess was definitely drunk, though she hasn't thrown the towel in yet as she waved another drink over for herself.

[User]
And so the drinking contest began.

One would assume that the two taller women, with their size advantage and the fact they drank more frequently, would have an easy win in this situation.

And yet perhaps that assumption would be mistaken.

For, no matter how much she drank, Fio did not seem in the least bit intoxicated. Indeed, even after polishing off several mugs of alcohol, there wasn't the faintest flush on her face. She didn't sway or slur her words. No, she seemed quite comfortable, and composed, simply watching the Queen and Luna silently.

It should be common knowledge that the Sword Witch rejected alcohol for a reason. And yet, in this case, she was drinking mug after mug without the slightest bit of concern.

The drunker her opponents got, the more smug Fio's expression became. By the time they had each drank a considerable amount, she was practically radiating arrogance.

At with the final drink, the Sword Witch slammed her mug down, hopping to her feet with a grin.

"Wahahahahaha!" she couldn't contain herself. There was no doubt, her plan had went off without a hitch!

"You said this was a drinking contest, right?" she asked, cocking her head towards the Queen, then Luna in turn, "But, you never specified what we had to drink! Didn't you know? Water purification spells are common knowledge for any self-respecting mage!"

Certainly, if she'd been asked to purify any large amount of liquid at once, it would have been far beyond her reach. But purifying just what was in the mug, one at a time?

It was child's play for an accomplished practioner of magic like herself!

This was their punishment, to drink themselves into the world's worst hangover the next morning, when they never had a chance of beating her in the first place!

@Pyromania99

[Assistant]
From what Niall had seen in the first room, he was not too surprised when it was confirmed the Formorian practiced some sort of surgery and tests on prisoners. He was disgusted by it, of course, but more so worried at the prospect of what she could do to the Tuatha if Niall was unable to save him. The Knight briefly through about the possibility of overpowering the creature to maybe capture her, but just like the last time he dropped that pretty quick. In fact, it helped that the Formorian played right into the knight's hand by moving the axe slightly closer to him.

He decided to go for exactly what the Tuatha suggested. If Niall could grab that axe without a sound and bring it back to him, they might be able to escape the camp afterwards - if what he was told was correct. The Formorian seemed absorbed in her work, and probably did not expect anyone to have snuck into the camp so that played in Niall's favor. For the rest, he had to trust his skills and stealth.

The weapon seemed heavy enough in the hands of the smaller female, but Niall was a bit taller and felt like he could move it. Niall would drop his lance against the wall in the other room then sneak inside this one. He remained ready to jump the Formorian if she as much as began turning around, watching her like an owl would it's prey. Close to the Axe, Niall would attempt to lift it off the ground so it won't make a sound. If that was doable, he'd then begin to walk back out of the room, thinking at least he was armed now if she spot him.

If everything went without a hitch he would move back to the other room, bring the axe to the Tuatha, go back for his lance, and stand at the ready close to the captive, prepared to help him if he so needed it.

"Please, hurry." He whispered "There is not telling when she or anyone else might come back in here."


[System]
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it's nothing serious if you ask him.

[User]
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Jareth looked around the pool. There were blondes, brunettes, thin, curvy, you name it, and it was there. Jar wasn't typically a shallow guy, looks weren't everything to him. Talent was the most attractive thing, music especially. Yuki's skill with piano and violin had lured him in more than anything. Of course, that wasn't all of it. She was beautiful and cherubic, and her innocence made her all the more enticing. He had hoped for things to have gone differently with them. He had hoped that she could fix him, because he so desperately needed someone to be the glue to hold his pieces together.

Jar had wanted them to work out, but he had also wanted more from Yuki than she was willing to offer, and his stupid desires made him make stupid decisions. Jar knew it was wrong, and that's why he chose to end things, but of course he had waited until he had royally fucked up to do so. What's worse? That he didn't even tell her the whole truth about it. Yeah, he got a blowie at a party, but… it wasn't because he was drunk. No, he was high on E at the time, at least that's what he thinks those pills were… And he had two options: own up to the fact that he sometimes self-medicated his feelings with drugs, or lie. Yuki didn't know about his drug problem, and he didn't want to change that, so he chose the option that made him a monster in more ways than one, and he lied to spare himself.

The sound of splashing water pulled Jar out of his thoughts and he shook his head slightly. He wasn't supposed to think about her this week, he was supposed to stop beating himself up over one stupid mistake. Jareth looked up at the source of the fortunate distraction from his thoughts. A girl with cherry red, black-tipped hair and a sleeve of tattoos had just jumped into the pool. No, Jar wasn't normally a shallow person, but in that moment, he kind of was. It took all his focus to keep his jaw from dropping and instead to send her a charming smile and a wink before looking away, playing the part of coy.

Looking away was a mistake, because who else did he see? None other than the aforementioned Yuki, and she was looking right at him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He immediately felt consumed with guilt because she had noticed him just as he was clearly checking out another girl. And then she took off running, sending another wave of guilt through him. No matter how much his mistake and their break up hurt him, he knew it hurt her at least twice as much. Jar debated going after her, but what good would that do? He was the problem, and the source of all her pain. Jareth sighed and looked down at the waves, feeling like some incredible kind of asshole. He couldn't even bare to look at the girl with red hair for fear that she had seen the whole thing.

Suddenly, the water slides sounded like a much more fun idea than staying here. That, and a few stiff drinks.

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[Assistant]
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Jules wasn't sure how he should feel about seeing Addy again. At the very least, he wasn't happy about it. Their relationship had never been smooth in the first place. The two of them had completely different tastes, they wanted different things. However, it was always Julius who had gotten his way without exception. Not only was he a manipulative jackass who loved getting his way, Addy actively avoided confrontation altogether. Imposing his will had been so easy. Retrospectively, it wasn't surprising that Addy had left him for that. He could see his fault, he really could. However, he still believed this was not only his fault. She could've tried to voice her opinion, seek confrontation, attempt to get things to work in a way they both liked. At the very least, that is what Julius liked to believe. In reality Julius is quite a bit more forceful than he likes to believe himself. Ultimately, the entire ordeal left a sour taste in Julius' mouth, and Addy leaving him had left a dent in his pride. Unfortunately for Addy, Jules was rather fond of his pride.

In his head he had visualized all sorts of scenarios of her reaction to seeing him again. He had somewhat expected her signature nervous lip bite at the very least. Addy however chose for the coward's way out, followed by a middle finger. Julius had expected her to at least show a bit more of a spjne, at least in front of a friend. He looked at the swimming Addy, then at the girl she left behind, then back at Addy. One of his predictions had come true at least; this situation was horribly awkward. He got out of the water and walked towards the girl. It was probably smart to explain the situation to her at least a little bit. Not to mention, this girl was actually pretty cute. "Well... sorry about that." Jules said, trying to break the ice at least a little. How were you supposed to talk to someone who had just witnessed that? This girl, however, did not respond to him at all. She was looking elsehwere, somehwere part Julius. Before Jules could ask her anything he saw the girl falling over. Julius' reflexes were keen, and he caught her before he had even realised it. "Hey. You okay? He helped her back on her feet. Yet, this girl still hardly noticed him. Without giving him as much as a glance, she ran away from the pools. That were two girls in five minutes who had ran away from him. A new record surely. But no, he knew this girl hadn't fled from him. There was something else.

He looked into the direction the girl had been looking, but he couldn't see anything special. There were quite a few people in that direction, among which were Addy and Jar. There was no real way for Jules to make out what exactly had happened. What he however did see was Addy clearly checking out his friend. You could just see by looking at them both that they definitely had more in common than he and Addy had ever had. Julius grinned, did she really think she could casually go check out other guys after what had just happened? Her choice would be a very unfortunate one, as she was about to find out. Julius casually made his way over to Jareth, trying to seem as unfazed as possible in regards to Addy's presence. However, he was sure that there was at least some irritation to be found within his expression. He tapped Jar's shoulder to get his attention. "I'm done with the pool. Shall we go find Hunter?" He didn't even give Addy as much as a glance, but he knew she would at least be watching if she had indeed been checking Jar out. He didn't want Addy, of all people, to get even remotely close to one of his friends. Not only that, he could find satisfaction in ruining her day just a little bit more. And surely, the realization that this was Jules' friend would do just that.

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Hunter Monroe

So the argument with Delilah was a good way to put Hunter in a shit mood. But what really got Hunter was what she said about the monthly food things. He was about to ask what food shipments when she had already left. "What fucking food packages!?" He was trying to think, then it occurred to him. He had moved so many times in the last few months he didn't even know his own address. Some ass hat was getting his food! Not that he really wanted it if it was from her, but still! Hunter wanted to start yelling and going after her, but when he was about to start he realized... would he normally do this? Was he even in control of himself anymore? He looked at his own hands for a moment. "fuck..." Then he panicked, and ran.

Hunter didn't make it far before his drunk ass tripped over a table and a few chairs. He stood back up again only to do it again a second time. By the third time he sat himself down in one of the hallways to the boat, unable to keep focused on pretty much anything. "What... Am I doing.... with my life..." He looked around at the many doors in the hall, he wasn't a lone, but he was alone as he could be in a place like this.

But he realized, this ship is filled with thousands of people. He could just be careful, and avoid her things should be fine. Set rules, that's what he had to do. As long as he didn't break the rules he should be fine! Rule one, No more drinking. Rule two, Do not talk to Delilah. Rule three, do not talk to pretty girls just because they are pretty, that never ends well. Rule four, no home made fireworks, the probation officer is already pissed off enough. Rule five, have fun! "I... that can be done..."

He stood up with a smile, or as much of one as he could pull off. He quickly noticed the tears fall off his face. Why was he crying? Dammit this is a vacation! Not a crying fest! He wiped his face and ran back outside, he was determined to enjoy this time. Hunter ran around for a moment, almost tripping but still avoiding it. He was still buzzed but he was actually focused on focusing.

Took him only a moment to find both Jareth, and Julius. "GUYS! Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let's go anywhere else but here!" He said with a huge smile across his face. "In fact! Let's go to the upper decks! That's all great views and stuff!"

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Addy noticed the flirtacious glances from the guy she was checking out and smirked. That smirk fell slightly when Julius had to bring his big head into the mix, making Addy realize they were friends. Then, just to add to the great vacation, the guy that Delilah was arguing with was with them too! She grinned mischieviously at the sudden idea that popped into her head when she figured out that Julius was trying to piss her off.

She went under the water to matt down her wild mane of hair and popped her head back to the surface with a graceful hair flip. How did she make it fall to her back with out hair just flopping into her face like an idiot? She honestly had no clue. She swam over to the stairs and slowly climbed out, swaying her hips slightly to give off an air of confidence. Addy looked over her shoulder to the group of three, biting her bottom lip and winking at them before going over to grab a towel and wrapping it around herself.

Addy was not one to lose. If Julius wanted to play games and piss her off, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. She looked around for Yuki and Delilah, suddenly noticing her friends disappearing. Addy groaned softly and decided to go in search for her friends.

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Thankfully Jules had come to Jar's rescue, as it was obvious that he was floundering in his own feelings. "I'm done with the pool. Shall we go find Hunter?" Julius asked him and Jar looked up from the water with a "Huh? Oh… yeah… I--" words were escaping him, which was an uncommon occurrence for the musician. "You'll never guess who else is on this cruise, man."

Hunter apparently didn't need to be found, because he had made his way to the pool just then. "GUYS!" he said to grab their attention. "Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let's go anywhere else but here!" Jareth nodded, now that was a suggestion he could get behind. At the mention of pretty girls, Jar briefly flicked his eyes over to the rocker chick who was checking him out earlier in time to see her exiting the pool. And god damn, did she make an exit look good, swaying her hips before turning and winking while she bit her lip. Was that directed at just him? He couldn't be totally sure… Not that it mattered, the invitation would be incredibly tempting had he not just run into the only ex-girlfriend he had.

"You know, I think I might just turn in for the night. I think all of exhaustion from travelling has me hallucinating or something. You guys can hit the upper decks or whatever, I'll see you in the morning." Jar explained to his friends before hopping out of the pool with much less grace than the pretty red-head had. It's true that he was tired, it was getting pretty late after all, and he hoped that he was hallucinating, but in reality he just wanted to be alone for a little while.

Jareth arrived at their suite after a few minutes in the elevator. He started with a shower to rinse away the harsh pool chemicals before changing into a Marilyn Manson tank top and black and grey checkered shorts that he'd sleep in. After unpacking his acoustic guitar from it's case, he headed out onto the balcony with it. His somber mood and the way the moonlight shimmered on the waves might make for an interesting muse. Jar plucked out a wordless tune in B minor as he stared out into the sea.


[System]
Username: Amaterasu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan
Role: Varia Member, Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Katana (Primary), Revolver (Secondary)
Appearance:

Personality:
Due to his childhood which was devoid of anything an "average" child would have, Ren grew up to be an indifferent, distant, and cold individual who will not speak unless necessary, most of the time. He would devote himself to whatever mission he was given in a hard working manner even if he may be indifferent towards a lot of things, since his missions were always his top priority. Despite all this, what manages to get the most reaction out of him is if his real name, Rentarou, is mentioned to his face in which he will either threaten to cut or shoot you if done again. Reaction may vary depending on who says it.

History:
Being born to the status of heir to the yakuza family, Kanesada Group, Ren's life was filled with hardships ever since he was a mere young boy. His mother's passing in his early years did not make his life any less difficult, and because of her dying words, "Please grow up to be a boy your father and I will be proud of...", his only inspiration and reason for living was to please his father for the sake of his mother's dying wish.

The harsh training in the ways of the katana and gun shooting was too strenuous for the young boy to handle but failure was not easily forgiven, regardless of his age. Punishments were given in a form of verbal assaults from his father or sometimes even worse, physical punishments. Due to this, he earns a trauma of displeasing his father or his superiors, where he has a mental breakdown and other side effects depending on how severe the disappointment or punishment.

Growing up in such a harsh environment and with great pressure to inherit the yakuza family, he has abandoned any sort of sentiment, except with few exemptions like his dear mother, which made his future tasks easier. No room for guilt or conscience upon murders and sabotage of destructive families, Ren has started to finally become a young man worthy for the title of heir of Kanesada Group.

Missions after missions being done for the sake of the Kanesada Group, word of Ren, the young heir to a yakuza family, has begun to circulate among the Vongola family, one of the Kanesada Group's alliance in Japan, as one of the hopeful candidate of becoming a mafioso. The word traveled through gossips and casual conversations among mafioso until it reached the ear of the Varia member recruitment scout.

Ren's father, pleased by hearing that his son could be of an asset to Varia, the assassination squad for the influential and powerful Vongola family, had given his approval of having his son under the wing of Varia to earn further experience before inheriting the Kanesada Group. Ren, being obedient to the orders of his father, agreed to become a part of Varia with no objections and thus started his life as a mafioso.

Other
Hobbies: Checking and maintaining of his weapons, target shooting, sword to sword sparring, reading books for knowledge gaining, shogi (Japanese form of chess) for strategic skill improvement, shodo (Japanese calligraphy), and feeding street cats.

Likes: Peaceful environment, old fashioned Japanese things like shogi, shodo, kimono and such, and cats.

Dislikes: Being called "Rentarou", father/superiors being displeased with his performance, unable to accomplish his given task/s, people being persistent or nagging about his behavior/personality especially if people point out his jiji (old geezer) like character and taste.

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The rest of Hideaki's festival experience following his departure from the student council food stand was a blur of repetition and mundanity. He exchanged trite pleasantries with his archery club associates and his classmates, purchased snack foods from competing stands - even with his increasing lack of appetite - simply to spite his childhood friend in the most petty way imaginable, tried his hand at some of the activities, and, at the end of it all, he was left with nothing but his own devices.

Though it might have been seen as lonely by some, Hideaki thought that such a solitary situation was ideal for observing the mainstay of the festivities. It was just him snacking down on a stick of yakitori as he waited for the scheduled fireworks to begin. From the hilltop patch of grass he had made his territory, the keen eyed archer surveyed the festival grounds. Even from this far, he could make out such minute details: Half-Ass-ka (truly Hide was a comedy genius of the highest calibre) closed down her precious stand even when he knew there was still some fucking stock back there and so did she god fucking da-

...And then there was the dude wearing Asuka's cat mask, darting about like a mad person as he was pursued by a greenet who looked like he was doing his best to emulate Assassin's Creed, with mixed results. Hideaki had to admit the whole scene was very televisionesque, complete with blunders and bystander bumping. A flash of light from his upper peripheral and the resulting boom attracted the archer's attention aloft for the ascending pyrotechnic display. Nevermind the events down below, there was a show to be seen above.

Wait.

That couldn't be right.

Hideaki took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes as a lazy, purple flare crossed the sky. The trailing firework was very out of place, definitely a far cry from the others detonating around it. He dropped his gaze to the festival, caught site of one of his archery club members, and went down to approach. "Excuse me, Koizumi-san, but did you see the weird firework?" he asked. When he received a negative response from his underclassmen and a question of why he asked, Hide answered, "No reason, just thought it was odd. Probably just a trick of the eye or a smudge on my glasses." Whatever it was, it looked to originate from the shrine...

...and, more importantly, a quick scan of the relevant area told him that he wasn't the only person who caught sight of the phantasm.

"Alright," Hideaki made his way towards the shrine, "I'll bite."

[Assistant]
To say Luca was enjoying his time with Yuki would have been an understatement. Though he was rightfully intimidated by Yuki's performance at the bell ringing game Luca couldn't help but smile the whole time. Somehow in the midst of his many failures at the game stands he managed to win her a small stuffed animal. Yuki seemed truly happy to be with him and Luca will never be sure what he did to earn her affections. He really didn't think he deserved it...or that he'd ever be able to return them. A bell rung throughout the festival signaling the start of the celebration's finale. "Ah, they're starting. Let's go watch. The prez did promise us the best viewing spot~" Luca smiled bashfully.

Sure enough Asuka was true to her word. The pair sat the perfect distance away on a small hill that elevated them just enough to have a completely unobscured view. The show was a dazzling spectacle. It lit up the night sky as if it was still an early afternoon. "Heh, I don't know why I even considered skipping the festival. I never get tired of the beautiful fire-" Luca's voice drifted off as he gazed at the girl next to him. Yuki's pure white hair caught the colors of the fireworks brilliantly and he couldn't help but think how pretty she- Suddenly a strange firework caught his attention. It's purple hue wasn't like any of the other pyrotechnics. "H-Hey Yuki-" His current question was answered when Yuki spoke but plenty more. She took his hand and guided him towards the shrine ignoring his fervent questions about what was waiting their for them...

Though the shrine was being illuminated briefly by the fireworks show every couple of seconds it was still very hard to see. "Yuki...w-what are we doing here?" It was not the white haired girl that responded but rather the environment itself. Suddenly, the lanterns around the shrine sparked to life and and lit the area. A figure atop the shrine came into view and leapt from it's perch. Luca felt something lightly land on his head then use it as a spring board as they tumbled back and landed skillfully in front of the pair, leaving on his backside and rubbing his head. "My apologies to have summoned you away from your quality time together. Your reflexes are lacking young Vongola~

"A-A baby? Who talks like monk!?" Luca blinked bewilderingly at the small boy with the monkey on his head. "Your questions will be answered soon enough, Luca Yuuki. The rest should be arriving shortly right Miss Volkov~?" He said referring to the footsteps that could be heard approaching the shrine. Luca looked to Yuki but something told him she wasn't who the infant was talking to.

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Yuki had her eyes downcast the entire trip towards the shrine, she had to ignore Luca's words for now and continue with her assigned task, that is what it meant to be a professional after all. As they reached the shrine Yuki allowed her hand to part from Luca's for a moment, and as she did so the lanterns around the shrine burst into a ghostly purple flame before dying down into a normal warm glow. Her eyes darted towards the tiny being that jumped from the top of the shrine and onto Luca, her leg twitching ever so slightly as if in resistance to a natural reflex to kick the little thing!

"Your questions will be answered soon enough, Luca Yuuki. The rest should be arriving shortly right Miss Volkov~?"

Yuki's gaze glared towards the shrine itself, a figure that was hidden within the shadows finally started to move "Seems that way. As exspected they noticed the signal as well, this should be fun~" Coming forward Shi's tail swayedfrom side to side happliy, her ears even perking up at the sound of people approaching. Yuki and Shi stared at each other for a good few moments [b] [color=fff79a]"It is good you had fun dear sister~"[/b][/color] Though the air seemed tense for a moment Shi relaxed "I do hope you got something for me on your date, after all- WHOA!" Suddenly Shi was forced to duck to avoid a flying round house kick from Yuki.

"What has got you so mad?!"

Shi exsclaimed as she raised her hand to block Yuki's follow up kick, the two locked in a power struggle. "You interrupted my date with Luca..." Shi gritted her fannged teeth, riasing her other fist and bumping the top of Yuki's head "Don't attack your own sister out of such a stupid reason! Jeez... We have a job to finish, come on." *Thwack* "Uuuuuu...." Yuki was squating down rubbing her head from the pain of sisterly punishment but seemed to have been calmed by the mention of the job. Speaking of which Shi made sure to bow before the new arrivals

"Welcome, you all have such good manners to answer our call right away. I am Shiso Volkov"

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Samael | Shrine

As Sam arrived at the shrine, there were people there already. He had heard mention of the Vongola too, so this was most certainly the meeting spot. In his arms were large bags of food, he set it down and took out one of the small plastic boxes and began to eat as he spoke.

"Ah, Vongola business, am I right?", he asked.

"So, who'll I be killing today? Or is it protection? Do I need to steal something? Questions", he began. A jovial smile upon his face as he said all that, eating as he did.

"But really, have you guys tried the yakisoba? It's incredible, and the takoyaki, I found this stand that sold them with these mayonnaise cores, and they are absolutely delightful".

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Upon his arrival at the shrine, a familiar, stubborn voice screams at Ren from behind him. The sudden killing intent surprised the young heir, with a quick movement of his feet, he side steps to his right to evade the attempt at grabbing him. The green haired boy was more of a nuisance than he had originally thought, perhaps getting rid of him was a wise choice. Before the hidden tanto in his dark yukata could strike at the pest with his left hand, other strangers-- ones he had previously seen, arrived at the venue, including the young Vongola boss candidate.

Seeing as there would be too many unwanted witnesses, the raven haired boy lowered his short sword and averted his gaze to the side. "............ Very well. If you wish to be enlightened, stay. But I cannot assure your safety for whatever judgment they may bring upon with your interferance..." After what needed to be spoken, the yakuza heir kept his lips sealed in silence for what was about to transpire.

A baby? No. He was no ordinary baby.... Being in the underground world for quite a time, he had caught a rumor of the seven powerful infants of the mafia world, their trademark being a pacifier hanging from their neck. Ren had been skeptical of such rumor until this moment, when one of them was in front of his eyes, in the flesh. The boy could somehow feel from the movements of the baby upon revealing himself that he indeed was no ordinary human. To be fair, a baby capable of pulling such a stunt would evidently be classified as abnormal.

From the tone of their voices, the figures who had appeared were not hostile towards his protection target or him. After establishing that they were involved with the Vongola, the Kanesada heir lowered himself on his knee, hand on his chest with a slight bow of his head. "Kanesada, Rentarou of the Varia, reporting for duty.... Though Ren is preferrable. I deeply apologize but an outsider has... followed my footsteps." The boy lifts his head to shift his eyes to the obnoxious boy to point him out to the two authority figures.


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Aisoyimstan, Mahina
sphere of control: Cold, Darkness
personality: Landon's powers are very powerful, but unfortunately unreliable for himself. Having such an expanse of powers that couldn't be used for himslf have put him in a confusing position. He would use his powers to help himself and others as he sees fit, but due to his mother they tend to only want to respond to others needs of them. Feeling like he was destined to be used and controlled has given him a bitterness against everyone, but as fighting them is completely useless he tends to just go along with the flow. He is very smart and wise, but often dark in his thoughts as he cares for no one. He can still be jovial and witty once he opens up, but that's just him suppressing his bitterness.
sacred animal: Walrus
powers: Landon has very strong control and manipulation of both cold/ice and shadows/darkness. Unfortunately the full strength of these powers can only be brought out at other's request. Few know this and Landon doesn't like to tell anyone feeling he'll just be a tool for their use afterwards.
weapon(s): Landon makes due with the various weapons he constructs on the fly. Spears are a favorite projectile and Swords are favored in melee situations.
History:
Landon is currently twenty-seven, and grew up with a foster family in Washington. He found out about his powers at a young age and tried training them on his own. Not having anything to compare his powers with, he was content with the growth in his powers. That is until he met a demi-god that threatened his siblings on the way home from school. He realized he was still very weak as he couldn't do anything to save his brother, but he found a surge in power as his sister cried for help from him. He tore the man apart and saved his sister with his new found power. Afterwards he tried to find that same power and became frustrated as he found he couldn't. One day he met his wandering father by chance and learned of what his mother did to him. Having lost her love, she "cursed" him with the need to help others, stunting his powers until someone unlocks them.
other:

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of flames01

Yuki had no time to dance. The music made the 8-headed snake too fast. Unreasonably fast. So fast that if she had not been in its way, it might have caught up to the lion and whoever it was carrying. She managed to keep up long enough for the unusually black lion to open up a portal to another dimension. She jumped through with them without hesitation, and heard the portal close befote the fake orochi could get through.

It should disappear after the song ends... thought Yuki with a sigh of relief.

She took a look around at this new place. It was beautiful. A pure place, free of any sort of uninvited influence from travelers who had lost their way. The water was like a mirror, and the world seemed to allow nature to act in its most calm and natural way. It was almost lonely, if Yuki was being completely honest with herself. For such purity to exist, very few life forms would be allowed to inhabit it.

Yuki heard a sound. She turned to its source, and found it to be the lion with the unconscious girl. It seemed to have wanted her to follow along, so she did. As she did, Yuki took a look at the unconscious girl. She was a goddess, that much was for sure, but Yuki didn't quite know her all that well. That's one problem about residing on the earthly plain, not getting to know other gods and goddesses all that well. Still, she did hear a small bit about others whenever she attends meetings. Going by the look of her, Yuki would hazard a guess that she was of pure celtic-origin. Her unconscious state told her that she was frail, even for a deity. Finally, she was accompanied by a unique Ebony Lion, which was the sacred animal of only one deity that Tuki had heard of.

If she had to guess, this goddess with the lion is the one called Rhona.

Still, there was no way for her to affirm her guess without someone to talk to, and Yuki held no skill with speaking to felines. So she simply continued to follow, hoping that the goddess would wake up and speak with her.

[Assistant]
Leo pushed the door open to the cottage with his head and walked inside. It had three rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Leo went into the bedroom and placed Rhona on the bed, then covered her with a comforter. He exhaled loudly then groaned again as he sniffed her face, then rubbed his muzzle against her. Leo then sat down and quietly waited at Rhona's bedside for his master to awaken. This is something that wouldn't take too terribly long. Leo suspected a few hours before she would awaken and perhaps finally be rid of her fever.

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A 6 hours had passed, yet Rhona was still not awake, however, Leo continued to wait patiently. Then suddenly...... movement. Rhona's eyelids twitched then slowly opened. She stared at the ceiling, blinking at few times until her eyes adjusted.

She was in her room again. "Was it just a dream...?" Rhona thought to herself slightly confused. She sighed and sat up. Rhona placed her hand on her forehead; her fever had gone down by a lot and her temperature was now only slightly above average. Leo stood up and rubbed his face against Rhona's hand and purred, greeting his beloved master.

"Hey Leo... How are you...?" Rhona replied groggily, smiling warmly as she pet Leo. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yuki who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She flinched and stared at her wide eyed, her jaw dropped in surprise. "H-how did you get here?! No body should know of this place! So how-?" Leo cut Rhona off with a groan as he gently pushed his head against Rhona.

Rhona looked down at Keo then understood and her expression calmed. "I see... Leo brought you here, didn't he? He must like you." She paused, and Leo appeared indifferent from Rhona's response. "Sorry for yelling at you. It's just nobody else has been able to find this realm, let alone visit it... You're the first one..." She replied lowering her voice. " ah...! But that's enough about me! What about you? Why are you here?"

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Landon was taken aback slightly at the change in Sheogorath's pace, but it made him happy all the same that he was talking with them now. Getting slightly defensive now, but with a jovial tone. "Well you are the one coming around giving us warnings without introducing yourself. And people who are mad in the head aren't being controlled. Someone who's being controlled does sane things, like coordinated murder. Unless their being controlled by a madman. Which after seeing you, I'm done talking." Looking at Sheo again, he remembered his title was the Prince of Madness, which probably explained the intermittent crazy ramblings. He really was talking to a crazy man right now.

At that point Landon sort of sulked back next to Cia. "So what do we do with him? What can we do with him? And why would he think I've fallen if I was just acting a little silly?"

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of flames01

6 hours wasn't quite a long time...Well, not for one such as Yuki, who has spent similar amounts of time practicing new styles, or making new moves. However, time like that only flies when an action is done. Unfortunately for Yuki, she found it disrespectful to practice dancing in someone else's home without consent, nor even the decency to wait for them to attempt to answer. In which case, she had to wait.

Surely it wouldn't take too long for her to awaken thought Yuki, before the hours had passed. After all, how much sleep would she need?

Yuki waited and waited, and though she had nothing to do, she was patient. She waited hundreds of years to meet her half-sister, waiting a few hours for another goddess was nothing. When she finally awoke, she seemed calm. That is, until she noticed Yuki's presence. Then, she became a bit hysteric. yelling at her in surprise and confused fear. It caused Yuki to cower behind her own hair, nearly shifting her headband off.

When Rhona calmed down, She spoke to her in a much more calm manner. Yuki stopped cowering, but she only allowed a part of her face out from behind her hair. Without Claire, Yuki was shy and withdrawn. She never felt comfortable about opening herself up to others without her sister to be there for her. When Rhona asked what she was doing, all Yuki managed to do was squeak out the word, "Hiding..." in a barely audible volume.

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Cia smiled, having Landon close to her was making her rather happy. She had a slight tinge of red on her face, to anyone god of love the knew exactly what this was. However if it was not returned then something horrible may end up happening. Sheo meanwhile just looked at Landon with an unamused look on his face. "Welp! My warning seems to have fallen on stupid ears. I guess I'll take my leave then!" Sheo said, at that point he tapped his cane again and this time a pair of alligator skin shoes appeared in front of him. He stepped into him then tapped then three times and disappeared again. His methods of teleportation were truly strange.

Cia just watched with a look of confusion on her face. "Well that was something. Why don't we go to the Nexus now, Flemmings is waiting there for us." Cia said opening a portal behind them and walking into it. Inside the nexus looked like an empty grass field. There was nothing there except for a few doors. Once these doors were opened they would change to the size of the person entering them. Over all it was a very calming landscape. Time also worked differently there, Flemmings had already been in there for about 6 hours while the others were talking to Sheo.

Flemmings turned his attention from variouse magic traps he was setting underneath each of the doors. "Oh good you brought someone to help." Flemmings said looking at Cia. Cia gave a warm smile to her brother. "Landon here said he would help us, hopefully you have some idea of a good defense that could help us. Even a solid wall could help." Cia said to Landon. She was excited to see what Landon could do.

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Rhona could sense the tension given off by Yuki. "I see... I remember now! I saw you at Asgard! Well there's no need to be shy; I'm nobody scary. My name is Rhona. It's a pleasure to meet you." She replied smiling warmly, trying to ease the tension between them a bit.

Rhona got up and walked over to Yuki offering her hand. "Let's bring you back to Olympus, shall we?" She replied gently, her warm smile remained.

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Reese exited the meeting room not wondering to far from it. As he walked to his home located upon Mount Olympus he thought of the meeting that just took place. "The elder gods are returning...." He whispered to himself instantly thinking of his mother and grandpa Zues. Reese soon came upon a building that perfectly fit the housing of his gramps. The building was silent, more quiter than I has been in years. When Zues was defeated his followers seemed to vanish. Leaving not even giving a second thought into worshiping Reese. He at least had a bit of Zues's blood within him.....well most gods did. Soon Reese came a large table that was most likely used for dining. There he planed his strategies for the up and coming war.

This was gonna be very different from any war Reese ever took part in. For the first time he had to consider planning for defensive tactics to avoid death. Hundreds of war simulations ran through his head as he sat at the large dining table writing down some of the simulations. "Damn it!" He shouted crumbling up the paper and tossing it behind him. He totally forgot that Ares is one of the deceased that'll be coming for their heads. This was ultimately a problem for Reese. He learned all of his war strategies from Ares and his mother. For hours he sat thinking about their possible movements and decisions in a war. "If only I knew where the Elder gods will be attacking first-" He spoke to himself looking at the ceiling.

Then it came to him. Olympus wasn't the only realm conquered by The Merged. "Damn, damn, damn...." Reese repeated getting up and packing a satchel with a lot of paper within it. He had to get to all the Major Realms and map out their landscapes. He knows some of them are preparing as he did but it didn't hurt to try. Reese left the building quickly returning to the meeting room of Mount Olympus to find a god of a different Patheon of the Greek. He hurriedly went around asking the remaining Gods permission to inter their realms when the time came. Unfortunately a large portion of them were already gone and Reese had no type of way to reach them. Walking to the stairs of Mount Olympus to keep an eye out for another god or something suspicious he continued to contemplate on what his role would be in the war.

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"Why does he always get angry and leave the second we don't give him attention?" Cia dismissed the strange man opened the portal to the Nexus. Landon followed her through expecting some grand spectacle of doors and blue swirling holes in space and time. When he entered and saw a grass field he was actually shocked for once. He tried to take in everyhting the Nexus had to offer, but there wasn't much. The temperature was balmy and the area felt very nice. It reminded him of a cool day in June. He turned his attention to the doors and Flemmings who had appeared to have been working for several hours.

Landon stretched out a hand for greeting Flemmings as Cia introduced him. "Flemmings correct? I heard you are Cia's brother, and yeah I'll do what I can to help, but I don't know this realm very well." He walked over to one of doors and began to examine it closely. He felt it with his hand, but it only felt like normal wood. He couldn't sense anything from it. He looked behind it as well and marveled at how it was simply a door. "Can it stretch far? You can obviously go between realms, but could you go to the alien gods' planets as well?" Landon realized he was getting caught up in this, and that he should probably help secure it first.

"Sorry. Let's secure these doors first. Unfortunately I don't have any ideas. I really don't have the slightest how these portals work. I can make a wall though, but is it really that simple? If so couldn't we just freeze the doors? I can encapsulate them in a dark ice easily. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."


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Game Origin: Street Fighter IV
Appearance:

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Geralt of Rivia
The Maw- The Kitchen
Lvl 7 (87/70) -> Lvl 8 (89/70)
Word Count: 803 words

The moments after Geralt's collapse, as those valiant Seekers who fought at his side took down the fearsome Tempura Wizards, were lost to Geralt in his unconsciousness. It was Bella's kind act in lifting him that jolted some semblance of sense into the Witcher. A small, pitiful groan heralded his awakening as he looked around, eyes still half-closed and mind addled by his current condition. Needless to say, he felt miserable, but after a few moments he realized exactly what was going on around him. Namely, that he'd fainted, albeit briefly, and that the others finished off their foes.

Looking between Bella and Sakura, Geralt gave a very unconvincing thumbs up, before shaking his head and groaning. "Think I...might need something to eat after all." It pained him, literally, that his decision could very well have gotten him or somebody else killed, but overall it was fortunate that he'd passed out when he did. He heard Peach mentioning something about not eating meat, and figured they were working under the assumption that the meat was either the only cursed food, or the most likely trigger of the curse. Either would have made sense, though Geralt couldn't take the time or the mental energy to try and figure out which it was.

Mirage approaching him with some concern, Geralt lifted his head and looked the other boy in the face. He gave the Legend another shaky thumbs up, and a small nod to show he was still hanging in there, if a bit unwell.

He made no request to be let down by Bella until they had gone down the staircase, at which point Geralt asked to be placed by the Hibachi grill. Looking over the various vegetables that were being used, Geralt requested a small meal of rice, broccoli, and carrots, which Fujimoto obliged. Taking his meal quickly so as not to unduly slow the others too much, Geralt gave the chef a nod of thanks. "That was excellent. Thank you," He stated simply, to which the sushi chef nodded in return.

Their quick business concluded, Geralt bade the man farewell. He didn't want to keep the others any longer than was strictly necessary. When they reached the third floor of the Grand Atrium, Geralt whistled at the sight of the havoc that Nadia, Ace, and Blazermate had wreaked. "Three of you did all this? Damn, make the rest of us look bad, huh?" He joked. "Even had time to get in on the fight at the back end." Left unspoken was his disappointment in what happened to him, but he knew that his contributions against Larry were more than ample. It was a minor thing, especially given the lack of consequences. A warning to be more careful in the future, however.

When Nadia called out the Lady of the ship, Geralt watched her through narrowed, angry eyes. His face slowly turned to a snarl, and he watched as she backed away into the shadows. "Probably running to get her guards. Still haven't the foggiest as to what those damn things were." It was that which rankled Geralt the most about this place Galeem had created. Back on the Continent, he'd read about or heard tales of just about every kind of monster or beast that could be found. Here, he was forced to analogize, to guess what creatures were vulnerable to what. Sometimes it was easy enough, but in the case of those two creatures she'd had with her when the Blue Team first arrived aboard the Maw, he was at a complete loss. They seemed to have some sort of hypnotizing or mind-controlling power akin to Axii, and Geralt recalled the pounding headache he was getting when he attempted to use the Sign on them.

Yet another mystery to solve, but one that would have to wait until they found the damn things in the first place.

The ascent was somewhat grueling, especially so since Geralt's recent meal meant that he hadn't had the time to fully absorb the food, causing him to lay somewhere in the middle of the pack. He hadn't eaten too much, thankfully, but he was only mildly satiated. The theater that they found themselves in at the top was quite extravagant, certainly better than the one he'd performed at for Dandelion and Priscilla. The opulence that the five Guests of Honor sat in was quite familiar to Geralt, having dealt with more royalty in his time than he'd have preferred.

Bowser, Junior, and Kamek apparently knew the reptilian-looking one, though he agreed with Kamek's idea of not causing a confrontation just yet. "Most of us are still dreadfully unprepared for combat," he chimed in, "And I'd rather not keep pushing our luck if we don't strictly need to. We may be able to sneak around them."

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Word Count: 1036 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 27980
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw
That the duo's - recently turned trio with Blazermate's arrival, assistance, and then flight service - reunion with the rest of the Blue Team saw them arrive in the middle of some kind of confrontation with tempura-headed enemies was not surprising. Unexpected maybe, but after everything they'd been through on the Maw alone it was no shock that their friends were facing down yet more danger. As it turned out, getting the literal drop on one of the wizards turned the tide in the Seekers favor, and after some cathartic pummeling the children stood victorious above the spirits of the food sorcerers.

The Cadet puffed out his chest triumphantly, returning Mirage's thumbs up. "Getting here was kind of a pain in the Astalos, but we made it! I'm glad everyone's alright!"

As Nadia went on to explain what happened, Cadet broke into a wide grin seeing that every single one of the team was present and accounted for, just as Mirage had said. Sakura, Rika, and Bella were captive no longer, and all the chefs that had stood in their way were taken care of. His smile faltered slightly when he noticed Geralt's condition, but Bella's reassurance kept it from getting any dimmer. they were all tired, sore, hungry, and haunted - but they were alive. And they needed to stay that way, bringing the conversation to the topic once more to the pros and cons of eating while inside the Maw.

He and Nadia had already surmised that eating too much would probably turn them into great blubbering gluttons just like the diners they'd had to avoid, and judging by Bella's weight gain he guessed she may have eaten more than anyone else at the moment. So they just had to pace themselves. The Cadet nodded at Nadia's words, backing her up with a few of his own. "Yeah, we probably couldn't have done it without the energy we got from eating," he said. "I might have been eaten myself already if I didn't get that weird water-curse-thing..."

With a quick flex of the muscles in his arms, the pores opened up again showing off the ugly changes to his limbs, though as before no water or mist formed around them. Having experienced no other side effects from eating besides the size increase and the vigor's power, the Cadet was a bit confused at the urgency in Bella's voice. He hadn't seen the horrifying implications that some of the other children had, and their dance around the issue didn't click with the Cadet just what had them so wary. Until Mirage explained his side, then it slowly dawned on the red head. Hunger, lack of control, a person's blood and it's scent, and of course the fact that the chefs had captured Sakura and the others for meat in the first place...

"That's... sick." Ace Cadet furrowed his brows, but off at the thought of eating again all together. But the fact remained that the food had helped them out so far, and since he certainly hadn't had these water powers before, the ability bestowed by the drink had been invaluable at times. He had to suck it up and eat, they all did. And just be careful of their intake. They could do that.

Once everyone regrouped, he and Ms. Fortune led the way out through the ruined dumbwaiter. They passed another chef, but the man was smart enough to let the kids have the run of the place. While most of them mean mugged the guy, Geralt requested a meal. Surprisingly the young witcher got it, but while Fujimoto was preparing it the Cadet jumped up and swiped an armful of sushi and assorted sides off of his work station, not nearly as polite as the other boy. He popped the slightly larger than bite sized morsels into his mouth, with more to share if anyone else was so inclined. A quick test of the water conjuring ability showed that the power had been restored after eating, just as he'd guessed. Refueled and ready, the group had a clear shot through the restaurant. Another grin reached his face as Geralt admired the Ace Decoy's handiwork. "You're making it sound like it was easy."

On their way towards the helm, Nadia suddenly exclaimed that she'd seen 'her' - and that could only be one person. The Cadet's eyes shot upward where the feral pointed, seeing only darkness, but he trusted the senses of his partner in crime and looked to Nadia with a determined expression upon his face. "Yeah, let's go! If we're quick maybe we can catch her!"

They bounded up the stairs, followed closely by the members of the party that could make the trek quickly and at a little more distance the rest of their group. He heard Kamek's voice filtering up warning against the monsters that had done this to them in the first place. "Good thinking!" The Cadet called back. Soon they were at the fifth floor, and through the door was... huh?

It was a theater of some kind, with a distinctly Yukumo-aesthetic. Or maybe it was more Kamura-like, but ether way. It actually went pretty well with the sushi. The Ace Cadet looked over all the gathered guests, even larger than the ones downstairs, and some not even vaguely human looking. Hearing the chatter of the Koopa Troop, his eyes landed on the "crocodile guy." "You know him?" he asked, eventually looking away and squinting into the darkness, trying to find any clues as to where the lady had gone.

"She must be running scared at this point," he added to Mirage's observation, "Turning us into kids and dumping us in that trash pile... she must've thought we were long gone by now." It might have been wishful thinking on his part, but optimism and wishful thinking was what was getting them through this hell hole so far. He scratched the back of his head, wondering if they hadn't already been found by the mistress of the Maw, but if there was a way for them to slip into the shadows as well as the lady did, then stealth might be the best choice as some of the others pointed out.

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Level 6: 22/60
Location: The Maw: The Kitchen
Word Count: 649
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 23/60

 "Where do we escape?! Where do we- Oh, damn." Kasugano Sakura was shut up as she saw her friends absolutely demolish the baddies. Bowser got turned into a shrimp, but that was small fry in comparison to the damage her friends did to the wizards. Larry even got turned onto their side, which was odd.

 Small fry? "Small fry, hahaha, hey, that's small fry-" Sakura began, perhaps slightly delirious, when the shrimp she struggled to carry turned back into her friend Bella. "Bleh!" Sakura blurted, smushed.

 Soon she was rolled around with, carried like a toddler. It was certainly better than being tied up above a roaring fire. "I'm ok." Sakura said, simply exhausted. Though not as bad as Geralt due to the fact that she hadn't done any fighting, if she had, she definitely would be in a similar situation. Mental fatigue didn't help her situation, either.

 Sakura responded to Geralt's thumbs up with her peace sign, smiling.

 "Thanks for saving us, you guys." Sakura said. "Glad to see you're all uh, alive. And know how to make an entrance."  She said.

 When she realised Geralt was going to be set down to eat with the others, and that it was okay to eat, Sakura requested she bet set down and joined Geralt in a japanese seafood meal. "Itadakimasu!"  The girl shouted. Sakura scarfed it down and could barely taste it before it was gone. "Shimatta." She chuckled. "Thank you for the meal. And only being complicit with evil instead of an active participant." She wiped her mouth. "It's okay, sensei, I do it all the time."

 Now that she had eaten her vegetable seafood, Sakura felt she was mentally prepared for whatever came next. It just felt so good to eat, Sakura started crying again without realising it. The flavors reminded her strongly of her home. She wiped her eyes and pushed on.

 She glanced around at the carnage on the inside of the room Nadia, Ace, and Blazermate had passed through. "Uwa~!" She exclaimed, impressed.

 Sakura clenched her fists as she caught a glimpse of that awful woman that did this to all of them and, assumably, everyone on board. From the children in the cafeteria to whoever they were turning into meals. It was all so terrible, she didn't even know how to process it. She just focused on trying to climb these damn stairs. Oh, it was terrible. She asked Bella for 'help' as in: "Please do it for me."

 One way or the other, they made it to the top, Sakura on her own two feet again. When they saw the guests in the room, all lazy, fattened up, and oblivious, she remained stealthy with the others as everyone conspired a plan.

 Sakura stayed quiet and still, not wanting to do anything else to screw up. The guilt weighed on her heavily, but she didn't want to waste anyone's time. None of them were even bringing up the fact that they were only in this situation because of Sakura's terrible decision. Not even a 'be careful next time.' So clearly, they were all keen to move on. Or maybe they were all just so nice they didn't even think of it. Therefore, there was no reason to bring it up until they were in the clear. Sakura could afford to just bundle it all up and keep it to herself.

 "This place it's all...Japanese. Like where I'm from."  She said quietly, frustrated. "Great. I hope this doesn't give you guys a bad impression. Now if you ever see my home, you're gonna think of that creepy noh mask wearing, geisha copying, horrible lady. She's just the worst."  She pouted. But besides that idle side tangent, she was quiet and just followed whatever the group consensus would be.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

[User]
"... Bloody stars... I have a bad feeling about this..." Cath groaned when she saw the crazy psyker woman getting comfortable behind the driver seat. Who knew how insane she was behind the wheel... if Cath could move, she would gladly take the driver seat, but being basically unable to move now, left her to lay not so comfortable in the back of the Taurox.

 "I really hope you know what you are doing, cause this thing is quite... crazy once it starts." Cath said to Adrianne. She didn't like the fact their future prospects fell onto a crazy woman who seemed to have a thing for very fast vehicles.

 'Damn it...' The soldier thought at the whole situation once again. She wanted to have her lover by her side, but for both their sakes, they had to stay away from each other... for a while at least." Can one of you give me a weapon to hold at least...?" She asked in the end." It will make me feel more comfortable and secure at least."

[Assistant]
Adrianne zoomed past Zhevon, snagging bits of her dress on some bits of the Taurus as she got on, and tearing bits of her dress off her already. Zhevon looked away at a box of ammunition in as she climbed into the drivers seat, her already very revealing dress was even more revealing, through the ordeals of the mansion. And from getting into the armored car. Zhevon swallowed as he glanced over to Adrianne, to make sure it was proper to look once again. With Catherine resting on the makeshift stretcher in the back, Zhevon took his long hooded coat off. Revealing that he was wearing a fairly plain white dress shirt with a black vest, and black tie. An older, more modest style of clothing. Taking the coat off showed his armored vambraces, which were hiding underneath the sleeves, and showed off his greaves now that the coat wasn't obscuring his legs. A stunstick was strapped to his right thigh, and he wore a belt with numerous small pouches. Zhevon put his scabbard belt back on and adjusted his gas mask and goggles. If one looked closely, they would see four somewhat hidden digital weapons strapped to the bottom of the gas mask. A nasty surprise for anyone engaging the swordsman in close combat.

Zhevon folded his coat and walked over to the driver and passenger seats, placing the coat on the passenger seat. He was careful not to not look down at Adrianne, who was sitting and marveling at the controls. He cleared his throat rather poorly and spoke up, "Adrianne, it might be cold out." He plainly said, patting the folded coat resting on the passengers seat. He went back to the turret controls just behind the drivers seat and familiarize himself with them when he heard Cath speak up.
"Can one of you give me a weapon to hold at least...? It will make me feel more comfortable and secure at least."
Zhevon poked his head down from the turret, "Ah, yes. Um..." He looked around the interior of the vehicle, finding no weapons. He did have the laspistol stuffed into his pocket, that would have to suffice. He took the laspistol out of from his pants pocket and placed it in her hands, "It isn't much but I don't have anything bigger."

He climbed back into the turret, and still no reply from Aviza from his last transmission to her. He decided to comm again, repeating, "Aviza, ping us your location. We've borrowed a transport from the garage, we're leaving now." He poked his head down from the turret once more, looking out the front viewports, "Take us out Adrianne, try and make it slow. We don't know what's out there, if nobody knows we're leaving, I don't want to alert them with the engine roaring."

[User]
"Take us out Adrianne, try and make it slow. We don't know what's out there, if nobody knows we're leaving, I don't want to alert them with the engine roaring."

As Zhevon said that, Adrianne would touch the wheel of the Taurox, and a jolt of ominous purple electric sparks shot from the tip of her fingers and into the vehicle, dancing around in the interior inside of the Taurox as the engine roared to life, a deep rumble now emanating from the front of the hood as the powerful engine of the vehicle let out a deep rumble that echoed in the garage almost like a bass.

"I don't think this vehicle has a 'silent' mode of running." Adrianne would throw a smirk to Zhevon and his concern over stealth whilst putting on her seatbelt, though did not seem to notice his concern over her modesty.
"And don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing!"

And with those words, Adrianne would gesture towards the switchbox sitting on the wall next to the garage gate. As if by an invisible force, the button pressed itself, but nothing happened.

Looking at this with a big frown, Adrianne would simply brood for a moment, muttering something along the lines of 'useless electronics' beneath her breath.

"Screw this, we're using this armored truck for what it's good for!" Adriane said, before suddenly hitting the gas! The already mighty rumbling of the Taurox would immediately turn into that of a howling roar as the engine came to life, and all the passengers within the vehicle would be pushed back into their seats as the vehicle surged forward with minimal spin thanks to its great traction! The wooden gate of the garage quickly approached them, before being blasted to smithereens and splinters as the Taurox rammed through the garage gate with violent force before charging out into the night air!

"Looks like we got company!"

Adrianne would speak as she saw the outlines of a line of imperial guardsmen and vehicles that had surrounded the mansion, many of them looking surprised at the sight of the armored truck that had just barged out of the garage.

However, the surprise would not last long; for soon all manner of las fire suddenly began to riddle the armored exterior of the Taurox, the lashing sound of the lasfire burning against the outside of the vehicle audible to its occupants between the roaring engine and sputtering dirt and gravel below!

" ... and we're apparently not welcome!"

Removing one hand from the wheel, Adrianne would make a gesture forward, and it was almost as if the entire vehicle was pushed forward by an invisible force, increasing their speed as they drove right off the beaten path within the garden! Turning to the left, Adrianne would flatten at least six shrubs, two trees and one marble statue as she went on a series of evasive driving through the garden as a wall of lasfire targeted them from the imperial guard lines! Anyone not wearing their seatbelt at that point would probably be thrown wildly around in the back of the truck!

"I hope you guys remembered your seatbelts!"

She said, before the next thing they could hear was the destruction of a stone banister as they drove off the main level of the garden, soared at least fifteen feet through the air before the heavy vehicle crashed into the lower portion of the mansion gardens, its great suspension causing it to bump up and down a couple of times before stabilizing as they raced off! The frightened screams of two guardsmen could be heard from outside the vehicle as they leaped out of the path of the charging Taurox as it rammed through a set of barricades with ease and drove on, leaving a trail of dirt and dust behind as it went!

"Those looked like guardsmen, didn't they?" Adrianne would comment as she glanced out through the armored slits of the Taurox, though between the las fire and occasional explosions, it was hard to see anything outside!