[System]
Chemist of the Night
ALIASES AND NICKNAMES: Jar, Chemist of the Night, JRock, The Cook.
AGE: 57
TURNED: June 4th, 1982

PERSONALITY:Fun-loving, dark-hearted, musical, calculating, hot-headed, passionate, mean-spirited and extremely ambitious. Don't let the rocker looks fool you, his business acumen is unmatched. His intelligence also makes him prideful and hard to get along with at times. Jareth also does everything with a dramatic - often theatrical and bordering on flamboyant - flair.

BIOGRAPHY: Jareth was at his prime in the late seventies and early eighties. He spent his days sleeping in and his nights getting drunk, high, and making music with the boys. Jareth was the lead singer and guitarist for Crim Son, a little band he started in his foster parents' garage - before they kicked him out, that is. I guess they didn't like the drugs, or his friends, or his music, or… him.

Even before vampirism - even with the excessive drug use - Jareth had a great mind, talent, and ambition on his side. His little garage band took off in the local Portland region, gaining a decent following and, fortunate for the boys, a few groupies. After a show one night, Jar was smoking out in the alley behind the bar when a hot little thing with fiery hair and a leather miniskirt approached him. Thinking her another groupie and always being one to objectify women, Jareth pinned her against the brick wall and kissed her hard and fast.

At his brutish reaction to her charm, the vampire woman clutched her hand around his chin and switched their position only to slam him against the wall with enough force to make him shudder. "No, no, little beauty. I'm going to teach you how to submit." She said in a purr.

Jareth can't remember much of what happened next, he remembers pain similar to getting a tattoo, except one his neck. He assumes that's when she bit him. But she didn't turn him then, oh no, that would have ruined all her fun. When he woke up he was tied up in leather and chains, coated in his own blood. She did things to him, evil torturous things, sometimes pleasurable things, and in a way it may have seemed like she was doing these things to show him that the way he treated women was wrong. But that wasn't the case, she was just evil, and her behavior only caused his hatred to grow, but Jareth was clever in his hatred. Such a clever boy.

The ruby-haired woman promised that if he should ever learn to submit to her, she would make him strong like she was, and he could be hers forever. Strength, Jareth craved to feel strong again, so he put his mind to work. He had convinced her that she had broken him, that he had come to love her in all the torture and time. So she turned him into a vampire, and as soon as he was able, he killed her.

It didn't take long for Jareth to figure out what his special powers were. His strengths in life became his strengths in death, as his brilliant mind constantly worked in overdrive. In the dawn of modern science, Jareth had a knack for things like chemistry and synthesis. And what did he do with his awesome powers, well he figured out how to make money, of course. Vampires, especially old vampires, get bored easily -They have an eternity to live, to explore, to contemplate, and they can't even get high? And what do vampires have a lot of, especially the older ones? Money, and they are more than willing to spend it, especially on the darker things in life.

Jareth got to work synthesizing a drug that works on vampires. He figured out a way to genetically and chemically alter human blood so that it gave vampires the effect of being high, a high much like that of tripping on acid. All vampires react to O-neg a bit differently, but for Jar, it gave him back the only thing he missed about his humanity: a way to escape his own mind. For some vampires it felt like ecstasy, or just pot, or acid, it could take you all the way up and then let you crash through the floorboards. For Jareth, it gave him back the inspiration he needed to continue with his music, it stopped the endless thinking, thinking, thinking…

Vampires took to O-neg like kids in a candy store, and before long, Jareth was one of the youngest extremely wealthy vampires in the US. Wealthy, but not famous, Jareth wasn't stupid; He kept his recipe hidden in his head and his work severely underground. In his travels, Jareth met Theo and they bonded like two f**ked up peas in a pod. Jareth is the money and brains behind Blod, and Theo is the brute strength. Theo was just the person that Jar needed to find in order to keep him safe from his own ambitious ways.

FAMILY: Rogue – Blod family member. Jareth keeps his membership to Blod a secret, much like his O-neg lab. Even Adelisa wouldn't recognize him as a Blod member… the only one who knows, and the only one who matters, is Theo.

POWER: Brilliant Mind. The whole idea of people having a stronger left brain or right brain doesn't apply to Jareth, he excels at both the arts and sciences. He is what the humans would call a bonafide genius. That being said, his mind is his own strength and weakness – it is impermeable to compulsion and mental manipulation, but his intelligence hinders his perception of social cues and morality.

SIDES: Downright evil. He likes other vampires, but he seeks out the fall of the other established families in the city, desiring to have the whole city in O-neg's grasp. Jareth is more than willing to drink from and kill humans. He is also known to be an extreme misogynist.

WEAPON:Chemical warfare, where he lacks in strength, he makes up for in intelligence and crafty weaponry. Homemade bombs and acids, chemicals and fire, those sorts of things are his forte.

OTHER:Don't let the rocker chic and the charm fool you, Jareth is NOT one of the good guys.

[User]
As Maria spoke, a specter entered. He was in the garb of Knight, a Templar Knight to be exact. He stepped forward looking between them all. "Praetor sends his regrets he could not assist in the rescue, he was attacked by hundreds of rogues after his scuffle last night. I have been sent to as for Lucian to return home for awhile, Praetor wants to help him suppress Dracula. If it not brought under control Lucian will be lost and none of you are in the condition to face him." Spoke the ghost rounding on it's heel, no longer facing the crowd as away.

"The Praetor would like to meet with the other ancients to discuss the issue plaguing us all. Morven, Klaus, Auria, and himself. Alistair and Mira will join them as Clan heads. We must work together to remove the problems in the city... Then we can go back to arguing ideals and methods." Said the messenger fading off and away, his eyes staring daggers into Lucian. As if the man inside knew him from some past life.

[Assistant]
Lucian had been completely prepared to face Alistair, he had planned to show no mercy to the clan head and if it meant slaughtering him in front of all of his family...so be it. But Maria's voice, like light in the fog ripped him from the jaws of his own insanity, his own madness, "Holy father what have I done..." Lucian made the catholic cross across his chest as his eyes turned back to crystal blue and looked to Alistair, "Stay your blade my friend...It's me...for now at least...I'm sorry...He's stronger than ever before..." Lucian turned to Maria and took her hand with both of his and began kissing her fingers, his eyes seeming to tear a bit, like he had found something he had thought he lost forever, "My love...Forgive me..." That's when he heard a familiar voice and looked down to see the specter of a Templar knight, his face seemed familiar and some part of Lucian felt he knew the ghost, But after the message was relayed and the spirit had faded, Lucian turned to face everyone, but his eyes remained locked on Maria, "Praetor is right..." He grasped Maria's hand tightly but with so much love, "I'm going to have to go away for a while...It might be a long time before we see each other again..." He smiled at her the same way he had when they had first met, "Try not to forget about me to quickly my love..." Lucian released her hand and turned to leave..

Despite all the pain he was in Adrian forced himself to stand, his eyes were wild but brave, "You are stronger than this Lucian..." Adrian saluted him in the way he had once saluted William Wallace, "Be strong brother...Be strong in the face of even this...Return to Maria..." Despite his ribs and barely being able to breathe Adrian saluted the vampire, no...The Knight...as he left.

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Adelisa watched the couple with a soft smile. They were just meant to be, she thought. Then she remembered the look in the girl's eyes when she watched her heal her. She saw the blame and the slight anger toward her and she knew why. Adelisa stepped back from the group and looked at them. They were a family unit, something she hadn't seen for such a long time. It was quite the site, a beautiful family surrounded by bodies and destruction. Adelisa smiled slightly. It was definitely a site indeed.

Adelisa looked over at the area Theo's body was supposed to be. She knew something wasn't right, no matter how her much she hoped he was just dead, something was not right.

[User]
Béatrix:

Of course the prophetess was able to see through her façade. Despite Trixy's polished skills as an actress, a few people managed to break through the mask and see the girl beneath it. Morgan just so happened to be one of those people.

"I can see why no one ever plays poker with you." She said as a joke just as she pulled her clawed hand from a now-dead rogue's chest. "I'll be fine." She finished, making it blatantly obvious that she would speak no more on the subject.

The twisted little love scene between Maria and Lucian was enough to make her want to vomit. She didn't want to see this, especially not now. Her feet wanted to run so badly, to find an escape from the guilt and shame. She still couldn't look at Alistair. What a macabre family they were, close yes, but oh so distant.

Mary said her torturer got away, Theo, the leader of this Blod clan. The absence of Theo's body didn't surprise Trixy, she had a feeling she knew the vampire responsible for taking him. A secret for a secret… She took a deliberately deep, albeit unnecessary, breath. When Alistair mentioned Skye Manor, Béatrix was the first to turn foot and head out.

Jareth:

The dead weight of Theo's body was an extreme burden on Jar. He couldn't use the streets, the sun was still up and humans were milling about. It would be a tad out of place to be carrying a seemingly dead person, blood dripping from a gash in his throat, down the street. There was also the gaping hole in his own chest that would cause distraction. Thankfully, this particular lair of Theo's connected to the sewers. So, with Theo slumped over he shoulders, Jareth headed to the only place he knew was safe, as it had no immediately connections to the Blod clan - except for himself, that is.

His apartment. Yes, the very one he brought Madame de la Croix to. Jareth tossed Theo's body down on the bed none-to-gently. All of this over a stupid little pet of his. "Was it worth it, you idiot?!" Jareth said aloud before grasping Theo's face in his hands and shaking it. "Wake up! Wake up!" he yelled and even went so far as to slap Theo. Truth be told, he had no idea how to rouse an unconscious vampire. At least he hoped he was only unconscious…

[Assistant]
Adelisa looked over at Alistair's back and her eyes widened. Is he-? her questioning thought was cut short when he said his final piece. Her smile came before her answer as she said "thank you. Thank you so much." It came out as a whisper at first but then she said the former with a louder voice. She looked over at Maria and smiled softly. This was the woman she came to save. Whether killing Theo was really in her best interest… well that was quite questionable. Adelisa did want Theo dead in the beginning, but this woman… she needed Adelisa much more than Adelisa needed to kill.

She noticed at woman, Beatrix, walk out the door as soon as the manor was mentioned. She knew something was wrong with her, could sense it even, but Adelisa was in no way able to find out what was going on in her head. She, instead, decided to follow everyone as they left, maybe even talk to Maria a bit.
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Theo was in a dark, dark place. Absolutely nothing and no one was there. It was extremely strange, actually. He wasn't in hell, nor in heaven. He was just… there. A voice took him from no where and he opened his eyes to see Jareth. He tried to talk, but his throat had just been sliced open so talking wasn't going to happen. Blood, he needed blood. He took his shaky hand and reached up to his neck, dipping a finger tip onto the blood and raising it to Jareth, trying to show he needed this.

[User] "Right, of course... Vampires need blood, vampires, blood, uhh" he shook his hands in front of him, obviously frazzled. 'Ahh!" he exclaimed before spinning and turning to rifle through his mini fridge, knocking over a few bottles of god-only-knows-what before finding his stash. Jar always preferred his blood hot and fresh, but he kept some bottled blood for emergencies, he guessed this counted as an emergencies. Jareth rushed over to Theo with the now open bottle of blood and fed it to Theo. The action itself was oddly tender and nurturing for two otherwise ruthless and rough males.


[System]
Personality: Fiery, enthusiastic, emphatic, and practically addicted to hype, Benni is a spirited competitor and friend. She's the sort who never lets setbacks put her down for long, and who sees a lot of value in trying one's hardest. Quick with a joke and able to laugh at herself, she can get along easy even with rough people, only harboring scorn for genuine jerks, criminals, psychos, and those who don't try. Stuff that looks cool carries a lot of water with her, and while she can be a touch insensitive, shallow, or overbearing, most would agree that both her friends and her opponents are in for a good time.
Height and weight: 5'7", 150 lbs
Gender: Female
Backstory: Born in America, Benni and her family moved to Italy early in her life for the sake of her father's work at a famous wine company. Though the apple of his eye, she did not take after his cool-headed sophistication, but instead the wild vitality and energy of her mother that so captivated her father in the first place. Benni spent most of her childhood playing with the boys, oftentimes outside but inside as well once she discovered her real passion: videogames. Anything competitive got her blood pumping, and it was fairly young that she got a taste for fighting games in particular. Her tenacity and never-say-die attitude carried her far, and she proved to have quite the aptitude. In Benni's eyes few things compared to fun and rush of fighting games, although her rather tame version of thrill-seeking branched out beyond that. With the rather paltry fighting game community in Italy, she relied mostly on her games' online to play and improve, but her teenage years would see her flying abroad to attend events the world over.

She developed something of a reputation, and a few times she even appeared on the main stage. When not pursuing her passion, she worked at her father's company in Florence. Ironically, it was her mother's alcoholism that drove her parents to separate, and Benni chose to stay with her dad. The divorce went poorly for him, however, and tough times beset the family. Various frustrations piled up, and Benni ended up ditching her job to pick up another old pasttime: street fighting. Whether online or in real life, it seemed, Benni had a knack for fighting, but this time her ambitions led to more dire consequences.

Benni ended up running afoul of a certain underground fighting group, infamous for a highly unusual variety of tag-team fighting. She found herself on a dizzying losing streak; even the chumps who could barely throw a punch were humiliating her, and those who knew what they were doing showed no mercy. Benni risked more and more, until one night she reached too far. A rock-hard woman known for her savagery punished one of Benni's careless hooks with a killer blow to the head. It broke something inside of her, but not her body, and not her spirit. For as long as she could remember, Benni had seen that face in her dreams: the one with yellow eyes. Memories of her childhood were hazy, but looking back she couldn't help but recall that elusive friend of hers, always by her side to cheer her on. Over the years its face had gotten dimmer and dimmer, dismissed as a child's imagination, but in that fight, lying on her back in the ring, Benni could see it again. A cold hand picked her up from where she lay, and when Benni opened her eyes, she could see the being that stood at her side just as it had so long ago...and she could see the creature floating behind her foe.

Ultimately Benni still lost that fight, but for the first time in a long time it felt like her eyes were open. A whole new world, standing in invisible parallel alongside the old, stretched out before her. She quit street fighting -though she still practiced- and returned to fighting games alongside her work. It wasn't long, however, before people started to disappear. She decided to find out what was going on, but Diavolo found her first.
Appearance:

Stand name: 「Rubberband Man」
Ability: On the end of Rubberband Man's arms are compressible plates, alternatively known as 'thumpers' or 'tenderizers'. When charged and released, which can be done either manually or by striking something, they release a pulse that reconstitutes matter into highly elastic rubber (known here on in as 'made rubber'). The pulses are small and short-range but can be made larger by charging. Made rubber is stretchy but will spring back into shape if stretched and released, potentially at great force. It is also highly resistant to impact damage but easily cut. It is fairly malleable as well. Made rubber will return to its normal state after a brief time, though a charged pulse will keep it rubberized for longer.
Stand cry: Neither the stand nor the user vocalize anything specific when attacking, but as Rubberband Man beats on something each impact makes a very distinct twang
Height: 6'6"
Obtained through: Inherent possession
Appearance:

Extra: Benni doesn't have direct control over Rubberband Man, who is a fairly independent stand with his own consciousness. However, Rubberband Man will often try to mimic Benni in lockstep because both think it looks cool. It is capable of simple vocalization through stretching its own rubber to make noises like laughing or grumbling. Those little hands of his can fold back if need be so that it's just punching with its thumpers.

[User]
Group One:
Malcolm, Benni, and Jon

Current Objective: Search for others who know Diavolo and the room.
Objective 2: ???
Group Two:
The Lucidostella brothers, Sia, Phil, and Cierran.

Current Objective: Search for others who know Diavolo and the room.
Objective 2: ???

[Assistant]
Malcolm d'Volio

In the residence of Malcolm d'Volvio - 4:36pm

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 Laying down on his favorite (and only) love seat, Malcolm would take a gracious bite of the apple he was holding in his left hand. He would rub his temple in confusion, not particularly understanding the situation fully at hand. This man, Diavolo, was here a mere few moments ago, and he too, had been affected by the curse that was making every individual vanish from thin air. He would sigh, and quickly, very quickly, grab a fresh fountain pen from his bag. He would draw a sketch of the area he had initially been taken too, that bizarre dreamscape that made him choke when he tried to breath. He would then grab the remote to the television, and tape the missing persons report. To the best of his ability, he would make a tally for every single name that he saw on screen, rewinding the tape in his DVR if necessary.

...

 After about 10 minutes of reading names, he would look at his list and sigh in realization. He would count up the tallies he had taken note on. He would turn a page, and another, and another. Over five pages had been filled with tally marks from top to bottom, showing a great indication that this was no regular act of violence... This was the ability of an enemy stand user. He would rub the crease between his eyes and then move his hand to his hair, speaking to himself he said, "A total of over 1,230 people, and the report continues to drag on." He would look back up at the television, and the names rolled on. He would look at his rough hand he continued to eat the red fruit with. He would take another bite, and stand up, and return the pen and notebook back to their respective places in his backpack.
 Malcolm had heard from Diavolo that there was a wide array of power's similar to his own, and at first thought it was a joke, but he now understood what he meant. Malcolm would pop his back and stretch before heading off to find out who had been causing these very odd occurrences. He would stand at the entrance to his door, and extend his arm out to grab and turn the door knob. He would grab his pink rabbit pin, and place it gently on the strap of his school uniform. He would fix up his hair, and then head out the door.

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In the city of Florence, Italy - 5:02PM

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 The sky was a beautiful blue and orange, signifying the soon turning of evening to dawn. Malcolm would take a deep breath of the cool city air, filling his lungs with any determination he could muster. He would look at his watch, and take off the face, and place a very broad note that he had received from his father. He would seemingly pray, and then return the face of the watch back to it's rightful location. He would begin to walk around town asking people if they had heard of the man named Diavolo. Most people said "Yes, he is the general governor of Florence, didn't you know that." Malcolm would ponder what he had heard from the sources he gained. Where...? This man... I need to pay more attention to local politics... How did the GG of my own city suddenly vanish.
 He would go to the local pub, and ask anyone "Have you been to a room where you couldn't breath, and it felt as if you had died?". Every response he received was a confused and negative shake of the head. He would ask the bartender for a glass of milk, and continue to personally interrogate every person at that pub, to get a lead on who may have connections to the cause of the mass of missing people. He would look around for any individual who may help.

[User]
Jon, being the odd one out as usual, was at a bar not drinking. Why, you may ask? Well, he was observing people. Their mannerisms, their speech, everything about them. Jon could usually tell the type of person from just a glance in their general direction. The reason he was observing them was for a report he was doing about mental psychology and its effects with alcoholism. So far, he has gotten some funny interviews with an eccentric pair of drunkards, but nothing warranted of writing it down. "Damn," He said. Shaking his head. "This paper is not going to write itself..." He burrowed his hands into his face, stressing about this whole project.

Jon stood up, about to leave. But that was when a catalyst walked into the room. A catalyst that would change his entire life. This green haired man was asking about being in a room where you could not breathe. Jon's first thought was "Isn't that just clinical anxiety?" but everything seemed to unravel around him once Jon got to analyzing. This man knew more than he let on, and it was quite obvious (at least, to Jon). So, the beanie wearing detective-in-training decided to discretely follow the interesting man, gaining intel along the way.

"Bartender, One scotch please, make it smokey and on the rocks please." Jon never drinks, but in order to blend into a bar, you need to have a drink.

[Assistant]
A hearty workout did the body good--Benni felt it during her routine, and however tired she felt now, that satisfaction lingered still. Loose, slightly sore muscles made her walk back home languid, but she did not at all mind taking the stroll at a leisurely pace, especially given the sky at this time. Gorgeous in its vivid, discordant hues, it hung over the earth like a painting in a dream. At moments like these, feeling tired and content, and privy to something beautiful, Benni felt about as high as one could get on life. It didn't get any better than in Florence, either; the sprawling, easy-going town was a far cry from the cluttered floating labyrinth called Venice or the perilous, red-hot hustle and bustle of Rome. She could easily duck into any no-name mom-and-pop cafe on the street here, and without so much as speaking procure a slice of today's freshly-baked pizza or a few ragu-stuffed arancini from the genial locals. It was a lovely day.

Her Nokia's buzzing and vibration broke her out of her reverie, bringing her back to the avenue sidewalk where she meandered in a grateful daze. Benni turned it on to see a call incoming from one Manzo Stufato. "Huh. Whatcha got to say this time o' day, big guy?" She slid it up to her ear. "What's up, dude?"

She reeled back as a burst of overexuberant Italian slammed into her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill out!" A few familiar words reached her, in particular 'SkyVer', the common abbreviation for Sky Versus Shattering, a new fighting game IP that came out some time ago in Japan. Just mentioning it got her excited, but she knew her enthusiasm was wasted. While some arcade cabinets might make it out of Japan, the chances of one appearing in Florence were next to zero. Its mention piqued her curiosity, however, but before she could learn more Benni needed to bring her friend back down to earth. "You know I can't follow when you go full native. What's the deal?"

Manzo's frenetic tone came in reply. "It's SkyVer, ragazza! Panepiatto has it! He must have ordered it for the local scene, or something!"

Eyes wide, Benni could scarcely keep from shouting. "Are you serious!?"

Her friend chuckles. "Yeah, yeah! And that ain't it! I'm there now, and I saw the opening on the machine. Remember the rumors saying SkyVer would be crossing over with an older fighter? They sure are, and I bet you can't guess what it is."

Benni's heart was already pounding. "Shut up."

"Heheheheheh," came the voice over the phone. "Come over and see for yourself!" Whatever else he said Benni did not hear. She took off sprinting down the sidewalk, recklessly pounding her feet against the pavement in her mad scramble to get to the arcade. She scarcely notices when her foot calf scraped against a bent length of iron sticking out from a curbside fence hit by a car, but each step after that started hurting more and more. Eventually, the pain overcame Benni's elation and she looked down to find blood flowing freely down her leg. "Aw, crap!" As much as she wanted to tough through the pain, it was a bad cut, one that could leave her lightheaded at best and woozy at worst. At the very least, she wouldn't be taking any sets in that state. Right now, she needed to bind that wound.

Looking this way and that, she spotted a nearby pub. Good enough. Like a woman possessed Benni ran inside, almost shoving past a man with green hair as he went in. "Scusa!" she cried as she hustled to the counter. "Hey! Hello? Do you have any...uh, bandages? Paper towels? Napkins?" One look from the bartender convinced her that he didn't speak a lick of English. With a heavy breath, Benni picked up her leg to show the man her bloody leg. That at least got him moving, and Benni sat down to wait. Her leg was really stinging now, and the bleeding plus the exertion had her feeling lightheaded already. "Man..." she moaned. If only she paid attention. It was such a simple mistake to make, so easy to undo. But Rubberband Man wasn't about that life. Benni looked down to see him partially manifesting, peering at her cut quizzically. All he could do was bounce back, so she would have to, too. Once the bartender returned with some kind of solution for her exsanguination, she could be on her way.


[System]
사신 - Sasin

Do not fear the reaper.

Vitals
Title: Reaper of Vengeful Souls

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 14th June, 1983

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Sniper

Class/Minor: Assassin

Occupation: Reaper

Alignment: Neutral Good

Martial Status: Single

Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea.

Blood Type: A+

Eye Color: Total black, from sclera to cornea. What appears to be black smoke or mist seeps from the corners of his eyes in small quantities.

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 185 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Buzz cut, black hair

Birthmark: Small patch on his left thigh.

Personality: Cho is rather quiet for a man of his caliber, and for good reason: he is focused and resolute, powered mainly by the tragedy that happened to his dad and grandma. If you talk to him, he'll chat with you at length on whatever subject you wish to discuss, but leave him alone and he'll lapse into a grim, tense silence, punctuated only by the sounds of his equipment being checked, double checked and triple checked for each and every mission.

Skin Tone/Condition: Pale, clammy, cool. Ashen in colour and in texture, like the ash that saved his life.

Markings: -

Voice: Normal Asian tone, but multiplied and echoey, as if he is the voice of a legion.

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Right

Reach: As far as his rifle can shoot.

Equipment:

-Upper Body:* Reaper's Armour - What used to be ballistic ceramic plating underneath a standard issue ballistic vest. The dark magics within Cho have repaired his former mortal armour and have turned it into regenerative plating that's a part of him.

-Lower Body:* Boots of Travel - These firm, black leather combat boots are now enchanted with travel: they will carry Cho any distance he requires, help him leap tall distances and also strengthen if he needs to kick something.

Weapons* Reaper's Scythe - What once was a CheyTac Intervention M-200 variant sniper rifle is now a magic-powered and enhanced death machine. Formerly bolt action, the rifle is now semi automatic, and fires slugs of dense, steel-strength, razor sharp bone, with an effective supersonic range of 2,200 yards or 2 kilometers.
* Liquid Shadow - What was a KRISS Vector submachine gun is now a blazing fast shadow shooter. Working like a very high powered paint gun, the Shadow fires bolts of liquid darkness that can mark and paint any surface. It ties into his ability to submerge and travel through darkness and shadows, as he can travel in and through wherever he's shot his weapon at.
* Death's Mark - This used to be a Heckler & Koch P30L pistol. Now it's a marker. The pistol fires slugs of solid ink that can penetrate and splatter a target. This ink magically forms itself into a Mark of Death; a jagged cross bordered by a ring of thorns, and then hardens and crystallises, immobilising the affected area. Once a target has been marked, Cho can then fire at the mark to shatter it, causing immense damage or even outright ending his target in one blow.
* Culling Blade - His old Ka-bar knife, now a tool of morbid death. It still looks and functions like a knife, except its blade is now so sharp it can cut metal. Wounds caused by the blade will also never stop bleeding and cannot heal unless he allows it.

Abilities* Enhanced Speed
* Enhanced Agility
* Enhanced Reflexes
* Enhanced Accuracy

Magic* Shadow Form - Cho is able to turn his entire body into darkness, becoming intangible as well as immune to physical damage. He is able to, in this form, merge with nearby cast shadows by immersing himself in them. In this way he is able to traverse large areas at night by way of "swimming" in the darkness.
* Crow Image - Cho is also able to take the form of a large, black crow. In this form he can fly anywhere he pleases, but nothing else. Transforming between human and crow takes a matter of seconds.
* Darkness Tendrils - Made of shadow, Cho is able to form several long tendrils made of darkness. These can emerge from anywhere in his body, but most commonly form from the scar on the left side of his torso, next to his heart. Cho is able to use these tendrils to manipulate objects, help him traverse terrain or even attack.
* Undying - Cho is an unstoppable spirit of vengeance, and as such he will not be dissuaded by something as trivial as death. Upon sustaining damage, his body will regenerate itself. A slow process, but given enough time he will be back on his feet and ready for another fight.

[User]
As Powers fell, Cho stood amidst the crumbling ruins. All around him was an earthquake, a roaring sea of chaos, of shifting stones and yawning abysses that yearned for him to enter. The warrior ahead of him had just slaughtered his entire team. He racked the slide of his sniper rifle, the brass casing ejected from its body to clatter noisily down onto the stone. He, the lone observer, the team leader, now just a lone man against a monster. A monster with a sharp sword and magic to rival even the best technology he had. But the fight was far from over. It was on now, mano a mano.

The Korean man stood his ground, regaining his balance slightly even as the world around him shook and tore itself apart. With rifle in his hands he leveled it at the warrior and squeezed the trigger. Another high velocity round tore out of his rifle and sped straight towards his adversary, hopefully hitting its mark a second or two later. He didn't even give it a second thought; his right hand automatically racked back the straight bolt of the rifle, ejecting another spent brass casing while he shifted position, hopping off of his perch to scamper away, retreating further into the ruins and away from his target. With his quick thinking he realised that the closer he got to that strange warrior, the worse the shaking got as well. All that magic of his seemed to center around him, so that's what he'd avoid. Distance, precision and stopping power were his trump cards here, against the warrior's superhuman speed and strength. As he ran, he reported back to his superiors, while his free hand shot to his vest, freeing several small, globe-shaped objects that pulsed with a blue glow as they fell to the stone and dirt. Proximity mines, small in size with a kick the strength of your average fragmentation grenade. Each little sphere, once armed, would lay motionless until it detected movement within a two foot radius around it. Once that trigger is hit, the sphere explodes much like a grenade would. No doubt the glowing blue circles would leave a fairly easy trail, but Cho doubted that the warrior understood modern technology that well.

"HQ this is Wolf Leader, my entire team is down, repeat my whole team is down. Situation is code black, I say again, situation is code black, requesting immediate backup."

"Negative Wolf Leader, you are to maintain on target to complete the mission."

"Shit."

So this is what it felt like to be expendable, he thought. But then again, that's what we were anyway.

Expendable.

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Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, including their adversary, Puck hid behind an array of stone, further away from the conflict. She too had watched as her whole team had been slaughtered like pigs, but unlike their fearless leader, she was overcome by it. So she fled, the lone medic away from a horror show. Her weapon was cast away, and she fled. Ran for the hills.

Much later, much much later, after the whole conflict ended, she was picked up by a lone ParaCom scout transport and brought back to their mountain base for a debrief. Shortly after she was assigned to a new team, whereupon she served for a much longer term before being unceremoniously ended by a centaur chieftain.

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"HQ, one last favour. I need you to help me identify the origins of the hostile."

"One moment. Hostile is confirmed as being a Viking warrior, male. Magic user of a powerful degree, exercise extreme caution in engaging the subject."

"Alright. Now could you upload a database of his language to my translator? I want to understand this asshole."

"One moment. Data transfer complete. Your auto-translator should now have a complete database of ancient Norse."

"Roger. Thank you HQ. Going dark. Wolf Leader out."

Right, time to deal with this prick.

"Hey! Asswipe! Over here!"

[Assistant]
Kolskegg spotted his adversary, a smaller man than he imagined, but the fire stick he had was long. Much longer than the others, it was something worthy of a warrior indeed. As the Viking took a step forward, the smaller man pointed it towards him. Kolskegg realizing that another such blow from that staff might kill him, darted off to his right as the weapon fired. The bullet banged against the shield askance, ricocheting away with an angry whine. The blow toppled the Viking, who vanished amid the ongoing chaos of the earthquake in a debris field.

Rising from his fall, he spotted the man running away, all the while dropping blue objects. Moving slowly and with caution, Kolskegg began following the man when an explosion erupted, kicking debris into the air. The inherent problem with a proximity charge that required movement to activate , while a powerful earthquake were in effect, was that there was more than enough debris of sufficient size falling to activate the mines.

In quick succession as Kolskegg followed Cho, the earthquake detonated the mines that the man had dropped. Clearly Hel was enjoying herself in this realm. As Kolskegg followed the man, the destruction was absolute, the ruins succumbing to the magic of the Northman. Clambering along a crumbled walkway he heard the man speak.

"Hey! Asswipe! Over here!"

Pausing Kolskegg pondered that. The man had called him an asswipe. The Viking began laughing; his booming baritone filled the air. "Dwarf you have a good sense of humor. Verily I wish to share mead with you in Valhalla one day."

As he stood watching the man, the Viking tapped his bag, feeling the warmth of the magic. Soon, very soon he would summon another rune and the battle would become a decidedly intimate affair. Hopping off the debris wall, he began jogging slowly at an oblique angle in relation to man. His shield and sword held ready.

[User]
Cho stood from his hiding spot. The Viking had called him short! The nerve! Warily he advanced forward, properly taking in the detail of his adversary.

It was clear this warrior wasn't here for anything else. He was here to fight. He and his team were merely a distraction from some otherworldly goal. But now here he was, alone. Armed to the teeth. Up against a supernatural Viking swordsman that was better armed than he. But this wouldn't end any other way except with the death of either one of them. He had to fight.

"Mead, eh? I prefer beer, personally."

He watched as the Viking jogged around him in a slow circle. Obviously he was taking him in, sizing up his opponent. So far he'd only been slaughtering his team, poor men and women all, but now that this was a one on one, things took on a whole new dimension.

It felt like boot camp, almost. The way he would be left alone to suffer sometimes. Especially the winter trainings up in the mountains.

He gripped his rifle tighter and wheeled around slowly, following the other warrior's motion around him.

This was a battle of wits now, not brute force. He had the advantage of technology, but the warrior had speed and strength and magic behind him.

"What's your name, then? Can't have a fight without knowing the other's name."

[Assistant]
"Bjór?" Kolskegg paused a moment in his movements. "You prefer Bjór?" Shrugging he continued his jog, quickly slipping a hand into the pouch, pulling the glowing runes stones from it.

"What's your name, then? Can't have a fight without knowing the other's name."

The rich baritone erupted again as the Viking stopped, facing the smaller man with the rifle, each wary of the other.

"I am Kolskegg Hrolleifs'son. I am a shield Gothi for the great hall of Hrothgar, son of Odin. And you warrior, what do they call you in this realm."

As he spoke, the three runes slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground where they touched briefly before swirling away as so much ash. The land would buckle and roil for a bit longer before the temper tantrum of Hel subsided.

The battle now required the Viking to close the gap, get close to the man and take away the advantage of his fire staff. Because of its size and judging by how the others used theirs, the length would be a hindrance while the sword and shield would provide a decided advantage in close.

Pointing to the bullet hole in his shield, Kolskegg laughingly said, "Here. It was here that I knew you lay waiting to see how your thanes did. To see if I was worthy to face you."  Finishing, the Viking dropped off a small rise as the earthquake began subsiding. Grinning Kolskegg slapped his shield twice with his sword, then began a slow jog, lazily winding his way towards Cho.

[User]
"My name is Cho Sun-Jin. Wolf Leader. I work for ParaCom."

Cho took the wireless headset off his ear and stowed it in a pocket.

"But just call me Cho."

He saw the thingies that the Viking dropped from the pouch strapped to his belt. Those were the source of his magic, he reckoned. If he could just destroy that pouch...but first he'd have to neutralise that nasty sword. The shield wasn't any concern; he knew it from noticing the hole in it. Kolskegg pointed it out and he nodded.

"My...thanes? I guess you meant my team. But they're all dead now. Thanks to you."

As Kolskegg advanced towards him he mimicked those movements, but backwards and in the opposite direction, so that they were effectively circling each other. His hands steadied themselves on his rifle. He knew his bullets were more effective at range, but that's where he had to stay: at range.

"So, who moves first, hmm?"


[System]
Physical Form: Around 176cm (5'9") tall, his body shape is very human, save for the fact that his 'skin' is coloured a solid shade of red, and he also has two small horns on his head and a short, skinny tail. For a demon, he's pretty scrawny, and even by human standards he's not very muscular. He doesn't wear clothing, although as he lacks an anatomy he has nothing that needs covering up. He is also incandescent. At low levels of power the glow is only noticeable in darkness, although at higher levels of power it will become more obvious. The shade of his skin also becomes brighter as he grows more powerful.

Abilities: Torrens Igneus is the embodiment of heat and flame. He has no flesh, not even demon flesh. Instead his body is simply a solid shell for storing heat. Torrens absorbs heat and fire to gain in power, and he must consume regularly since the heat continuously leeches out of his body. He has the ability to actively draw on his internal reserves of heat and fire to create and manipulate fire, often in very creative and versatile ways. His body is always hot, with a temperature in proportion to his power, so his very touch often causes things to burst into flame and, given enough time or effort, can melt through metal and stone (power depending). In addition to this, his physical form is indestructible. Whenever he would normally take damage, he instead loses a portion of his energy to the surroundings. Similarly, coldness or, worse yet, water will conduct energy out of him faster than normal. If he is ever without any energy, his form hardens into a stone statue, idle until revived. It is also worth noting that Torrens' abilities aren't limited to normal fire. He can absorb and use more exotic forms of fire too, from sickening soulflame to the all-consuming Empryean, although he must first collect a sample of such flames since he is unable to inter-convert between them.

Personality: Torrens is highly cunning and quick-thinking, which allows him to put his powers to good use on the battlefield. He enjoys basking in fiery destruction (generally of his foes). He is also quite cavalier most of the time, and will happily taunt his foes. He would flirt more often too, if his very touch didn't immolate most people. Despite this, he is quite loyal to his boss and will seek to satisfactorily complete jobs assigned, for he knows the benefits of keeping a good reputation.

Wants/Needs: Mostly, Torrens just wants to watch the world burn- up close of course. He enjoys the thrill of destruction, and to feast on the flames. He'll also go to quite some lengths to get his hands on exotic forms of fire. In his down-time he likes to find a nice hot furnace or lava pit to rest in.

Relationships: He may be familiar with other demons, although it has been quite a long time. He makes every effort to be friendly to anyone with pyromancy abilities too.

Backstory: Torrens has long since left hell for the overworld, for he was bored with hell and sought excitement on the surface. He has served a couple of other Dungeon Keepers in previous ages, and now he finds himself here in this new world. He was naturally drawn to this new Keeper, who he intends to serve as they march out to burn down the land.

Other: Theme: Cavaliere - Two Steps From Hell

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"Maybe Torrens was discovered? I'll go ahead and see what's happening." Narza calls out to Athinar as she slips through the sturdy wooden palisade walls and floats off toward the rising smoke in the midst of the town. Flying high into the sky, she is able to make out columns of smoke rising from a central building in the town, and smaller fires in the vicinity, with small figures streaming out of the center building. If these were the guards that her groups was supposed to assassinate, it wouldn't do to have them spreading out across the city.

The shortest path between two points was a line. Unobstructed by any obstacles, Narza went from street to street and alley to alley, forming thick walls of us to block off the guards. While she seemingly placed the walls at random around the guardhouse, she left the street leading to Athinar's gate clear, with all offshoots sealed off. She hoped that with a street clear, the guards would just flock down that street instead of trying to break down walls.

[Assistant]
Athinar's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the city. Smoke and flame from the front gate, screams of terror within. Athinar wouldn't have thought it odd for Torrens or Shukra to have jumped the gun, but they both knew better. Most likely, it was some lesser minion who had found his way in, and had begun the attack early. Still, he didn't mind Narza taking the initiative in this case. The little ghost had proven herself useful, and that would be appreciated. Nodding, Athinar swung aroung, looking back at his group. "Everyone! They know we're here! No need for stealth, now. We can slaughter the guards, but we need to kill the sorcerers first."

Sprinting towards the thick wooden gates, the huge man drew back a fist, and leaping at the portal, punched them apart, knocking them to either side, and shattering the crossbeam, landed amongst unconsious guards and scattered splinters of wood.

Absentmindedly stomping on a guard's windpipe, dispatching the civic defender, Athinar looked down the long street. Narza had blocked off quite a few streets, leading the guards to him in a straight line. Snarling like a wolf in pleasure, he bounded along the path, howling as the first few guards came into his vision. The guards, 15 in number, were taken aback as they saw this... beast of a man, and halted their forward movement, stumbling. He capitalized on this, and slid forward, twisting his right foot up in a high kick, snapping their leader's neck. Stepping back, Athinar, fell into Rock Style, waiting for the smaller group to approach. This should be fun.

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Balothiss realized that the onslaught had begun and he had taken out a good amount of guards that surrounded him and he was getting a little hurt until he burnt them all into crisps.

He squinted down the street to see guards walking out of view and then start pushing back slightly for he saw a large beast man taking at least fifteen on in battle and taking almost all of them out one by one.

Balothiss grunted amusedly at 'Cold stare' and pointed at the guards being mauled by a beast man. He felt a lone guard trying to strike him with his sword, Balothiss just punched the man out instead of killing him.

He motioned 'Cold stare' to follow him and this time Balothiss, taking the patience to also ambush other guards began approaching from alley ways and whatever other routes he could find, until he got an idea.

Balothiss looked around as he reached an alley where he could see that there was a large amount of Orcs on the way with Torrens ready for action marching their way into town and a larger portion of guards being ambushed by the others, he looked around to see if there were any ladders in the vicinity and he found none so he began climbing a building which was not very tall.

Once he appeared over the top on the roof he saw a few archers positioning themselves so they could snipe the intruders.

Before they even had time to exclaim their surprise Balothiss had thrown one archer off the roof and to the ground to his death the other two tried to run, one slipped and fell of the roof into the group of guards and last one shot him in the shoulder.

The arrow punctured his flesh and he howled in pain but Balothiss pushed the arrow out of his shoulder leaving a small wound which bled over him and Balothiss held it as he grabbed the last archer by the neck and stabbed the man with his own arrow in the neck, and then dropped the archer off the building.

Balothiss grabbed a piece of cloth that had been ripped off an archers tunic,it was quite a large piece and he wrapped it around his shoulder from underneath his armpit.

Once he had finished patching up he stood and took a look around seeing that things were progressing and he looked down and now only a couple dozen guards were trying to march towards the action.

Balothiss waited until the first person had walked past him and he began dashing fire balls at guards on the ground and that caused a bit of confusion in the guards ranks they dived off into merchant stands and carts and some unlucky enough to be hit by the fire ball were cooked in their armour or died because someone dropped their sword and he threw some more fire at them as he began to worry when the towns mages or sorcerers would begin to aid in the defence of the village.

[Assistant] This town had done something to incur this munch wrath from so many dark entities. The large figure would lead cold stare to where he was needed. Munch like a virus followed a blood cell to the organ it was familiar with. He followed. All around this figure of retribution people died. Some of the guards dared to show themselves. "Foolish." he thought to himself. His sword took there life and there body heat. A long sword strike appeared out of his chest to no avail. Adjusting his grip the shadow of man thrusted his own sword into his own image. The resulting scream was cut short as the blade found a home in the would be heroes throat. Onward the death of men would follow. This was truly a forsaken town.

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Torrens, hearing the clamour and noise of battle in the streets ahead, jogged through the alleyways until he was near, at which point he hauled himself up onto a carefully selected stone roof in order to get a better view. In the streets he could see skirmishes with the Keeper's minions, headed by Athinar, against small clusters of guards. But in the town center the town's garrison assembling, preparing to march as a coherent unit through the attackers, backed by their powerful sorcerer priests. If they were allowed to advance in force, then severe casualties would likely be suffered on their side. Granted, a collection of Rogue Beings this size was a force to be reckoned with, but there was no sense in simply hurling themselves at an armed and ready mesh of spears, shields and magic. They needed to be broken up.

Torrens looked up and saw on another rooftop the half-giant dark knight which he recognised as Balothiss, hurling fireballs into defenders below. Torrens gave him a wave and nod of recognition, and jumped back down into the alleyways.

It was not long before he was in position. He had taken the backstreets to flank the main guard force. He discovered that many of the side streets had been blocked by walls of ice, an obvious effort to control the movements of the guards. Now Torrens was beside the column, near the sorcerer priests, with nothing but a wall of frozen water separating them. Acknowledging the need for speed, he braced himself and stepped bodily into the ice wall, vaporising it, and then spewed forth enough fire to engulf the entire block of sorcerers. Such an attack would have surely taken them by surprise, and may have incapacitated a good portion of them, but these sorcerers of fire and water were perfectly equipped to counter such an attack as well. As such, Torrens was not surprised to see that many of the sorcerer priests had managed to cast appropriate shields before they received any severe injury. In fact, that was part of his plan.

Quick as he came, Torrens darted back into the alleyway and dived around a corner just in time to avoid a barrage of water bolts from the water priests. He clambered to his feet, unharmed from having dived into solid cobblestones, and shot a few fire bolts around the corner at the priests. He did not expect them to hit, for the priests had ample ability to deflect such attacks. Instead, he hoped to splinter the group.

If some of the priests break off to go after him, he'd fall back, providing token resistance, and lead them away from the group. If some of the guards are sent, he would go back far enough to not be under fire from the priests, fight them, then return. If no-one took the bait, he would just keep shooting, either forcing them to deal with him or distracting the spellcasters enough so they can't help the guards. Really, he was hoping a group of priests would break off to deal with him, although it was entirely possible that this main column was too well disciplined to do such a thing.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The 27 Smasher: A Greatsword/Rifle. It has the ability to fire anti tank rounds, function as a heavy machine gun and of course bludgeon people if lethal force is not an option. It fires armor piercing rounds at all times allowing it to do maximum damage. It is extremely heavy due to all the modifications meaning only the strongest can carry this bad boy.

Specialty: Gentle Giant A.K.A Tactician/Tank

Semblance: Bullet Time: Cobalt's mind processes at Super Computer levels during times of intense stress or when he needs to make split second decisions. Time slows down for him as he thinks through every possible solution and outcome that can be achieved at that moment. He still moves at normal speed but his thinking speed increases.

Personality: Cobalt has always searched for the ideal life. Not too boring. Not too dangerous. Not too lonely. He got two out of three at least. He never enjoyed hurting people for the sake of hurting and he just wants to protect people who can't protect themselves. That's why he began training to he a hunter. He doesn't like the idea of some fancy sword/machine gun, so he started with a AK-47 duct taped to a car fender. He's a simple man with a simple plan. Protect anyone he can. But he also understands that not everything is black and white in the world. He's intelligent enough to understand the repercussions of everything he does and everything others do. After his first makeshift weapon broke he had joined Signal and worked on developing a better weapon. His motivation comes from when he was younger and he grew up by himself. He was never protected and he now wants to protect others. He has a few guilty pleasures, but his most noteable one is his love of cooking. He has trouble talking to girls in romantic situations as well.

Color: Cobalt

Emblem: A blue Greatsword clashing with a blue sledgehammer.

Appearance:

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Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm

The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily.

Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement.

"..."

The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.

[Assistant]
Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm)

Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored.

Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still.

Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair.

"S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room."

"Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"

[User]
Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms

"So am I free to go, or--" he cautiously began, before cutting off as the door opened behind him. This place was certainly getting crowded...

Tilting his head back to look at the stranger, both eyes now uncovered by hair, he examined the arrival. It was yet another girl walking into the room, with brown hair, piercing green eyes, glasses (altogether gave off a pretty cute bookish vibe), and...

Er, well...

He squinted, hoping it to just be the odd angle his head was at messing with his perception, or something similar. No additional effect. Half-turning in the seat and righting his head once more, he found that the transition from position-to-position was ultimately unhelpful in making sense of what exactly he saw.

Green.

She's wearing... something green.

All that aside, though, he still raised a hand in polite greeting, and favoring the woman with a small, friendly smile.

Interrogate me

"Uh, Hi there. I'm Luke, from JCML. Miss Mindaro's got me over to ask me a few questions. I take it you're the only member of Vignobility I haven't met yet?"

Or was she also the subject of study, this time in regards to fashion statements as opposed to hairstyle? Instead of saying this or even allowing it to show upon his features, though, he kept quiet and respectful for the time being. No matter how weird things may have been upon first glance, he didn't even have a fraction of the story behind it.

She could have lost a bet, or something, after all.

That experiment theory couldn't be right, anyways, based solely upon the new arrival's demeanor. She wouldn't be acting quite so casual if that were the case. Right? He wasn't the only one who would be perturbed by the thought of the arctic young woman of VGNB conducting experiments in regards to things such as clothes or hair.

He couldn't be.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Another new arrival in the form of Ebon showed up at the gathering. Was he here for the party or other reasons? Gren wasn't certain. When asked for what was going on Gren gave him the short. "Shiro and some others are going to dive into the lake to find some daggers. Want to help?" Gren wasn't certain if Ebon was the type to care about such things. He seemed to be fairly aloof, almost like Sapphire. He just imagined a funny situation were the two were introduced, simply stating their name, glaring at one another, and then leaving. They'd later be found hanging out in aggressive silence.

His fantasies aside Gren was debating to himself if he should help as well. Without his rebreather Gren had to admit he wouldn't be able to swim for long, and there was also the matter of the fact that he swims with the grace and speed of a scuttled ship. The best he could do really was perhaps help Shiro back up the cliff if he found the daggers, but who knows how long that would take. Gren still needed to host this party. Turning to Ebon Gren clapped his hands together and bowed his head towards the other hunter. "I'd hate to have to ask you this, but could you please help my friends out? I'm afraid that I can't swim, but I want to make sure they're okay! I'll understand if you don't want to take the risk yourselves, but I'll accept your help in whatever form you can provide it." Though not quite begging yet, Gren felt like the only way he could compensate Shiro for not actively helping himself is sending as many people as he can.

[User] "You moron." Scornfully Ebon walked away with his scroll out. A few seconds later a rocket locker came crashing in and Ebon nonchalantly strapped the Kingdom to his arm. "You idiots and your stupid pride. I don't even need to read your minds to know that your egos are the only problems here." The Kingdom opened up and one Midnight Eye and one Claw R-Type flew out. Together they went over the cliff and down into the water. Ebon just stood on the edge focusing his concentration on his two little ships. If he was closer he could send out even more, but if he had to search the entire lake then two was all he could manage. The Midnight Eye would help him spot the daggers or other dangers while it was the Claw's job to actually get the daggers if he finds them. Ebon quickly noted the other swimmers but ignored them. He wasn't close enough to use his telepathy on them as he was having a hard enough time trying to maintain the link between his R-types. "Aren't you suppose to be at a party? Or is everyone a no show?"

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Dorms ===> Airdocks
Sapphire gave a knowing smile to Abel. "Yeah... my power..." She rather liked the effect it had on other people. She normally didn't explain the intricacies of it's workings to anyone but the knowledge that she could be anywhere and they might not be able to notice her usually unnerved most people. It wasn't exactly the ability to shoot lighting out of the sky but for a girl like Sapphire who preferred keeping to the shadows it was the perfect disguise. It was also rather interesting to see the pretenses that people dropped within themselves when they thought they were alone. Sometimes that was the only time you got a glimpse of the real person.

Though what Abel said about Shiro struck a cord with Sapphire. There was one thing that Sapphire could think of that Shiro had lost over the edges of the Beacon cliffs that he could possibly be going through the effort to retrieve. However after her outburst on the airship and her generally rough treatment of him Sapphire didn't see how Shiro could care about her mother's prized work. Besides, the chances of retrieving them in a lake that size which was also no doubt infested with Grimm was ludicrously small.

Discounting the possibility that Shiro would be that foolish Sapphire decided that it was time to go. Gren had voiced intentions to throw some sort of night on the town for his friends and anyone else that wished to join. While he hadn't exactly specifically referred to her Sapphire thought she could assume that she was invited. Otherwise she'd simply return to Beacon. Besides a night out on the town might be fun. There was usually something to beat up in the dark nights of Vale.

Deciding to done something more casual Sapphire dressed in ripped black jeans with a studded belt, a black tank top that hugged her figure, and black converse hightops. She tied the scabbards of the school daggers onto her forearms and hitched the holsters for her disassembled polearm to her lower back as always not really caring that Abel was in the same room. She went into the bathroom and applied a bit of eyeliner. Just enough to give her that "don't mess with me look" before she left the dorms.

Sapphire didn't know exactly where Gren would be but since the party was to take place in Vale she could assume that he would appear at the airdocks sooner or later. She wasn't disappointed either. Gren was waiting a little off the airdocks along with someone who Sapphire thought was named Ebon. She'd never been formally introduced.

Sapphire strode up to Gren. "How many people did you expect to show up to this?" she asked wondering how long they might be waiting.

[User]
Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms

"Venetia."

The curt, toneless greeting was Gratia Mindaro's only response to her team leader's entry into their shared dormitory. She was utterly unphased by the sudden interruption of her experiment; this was the other girl's room as well, after all, and it wasn't at all strange for Vega to want to return to said room after the end of classes. Probably to drop off shit or the like. Not that it was her business to pry; whatever the fuck her leader wanted to do was completely worthless information to her.

"This is Beryl Harken," she added, almost as if it was a sidenote, although her emotionless tone made it difficult to decipher whether or not she actually felt that the tidbit was worthy of such a description or not. "Otter. Swordswoman and whip-user. Likely close to mid-range combatant."

She had, after leading the newest member of VGNB to the dorms, made sure to read up on Beryl Harken's publicly-available record in the same manner as she had with Cian Kuze earlier in the day. The Mistralese girl's suspicions that the Faunus was an experienced sword-user had been confirmed by what she had read off the files, but the whip speciality was not something she had expected despite the obviously modularity of the weapon she saw. Disregarding her inability to predict that Beryl was a less-than-orthodox fighter, the information upon the otter's combat capabilities had been highly elucidating. It was important and essential information that needed to be remembered.

And Venetia, as usual, hadn't fucking checked up on it.

"We'll have to reformulate our tactics," said Gratia. "Relying on shit like Nuit fUckInG oVEr THe eNemY from above won't work anymore, unless Harken here's got some aerial bullshit or something."

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta- Airship Docks

Cobalt had felt pretty proud of himself after destroying the Megaladeus, making tonight a perfect night to go party. Everyone else had done well also, he hoped that some people from the class would show up as well. Cobalt dressed in his usual casual wear and headed down to the Airship Docks to wait for... something. He probably should've asked where they would all be meeting up so they could go party.

On his way there he briefly thought on the situation with his team. The only real problem he saw had been Diamond's lack of trust, so at least that was done with. While he wanted to be friends with her, forcing a relationship was never healthy. "Wait, that sounds wrong. Forcing a friendship is never healthy. Yeah, that's better." Cobalt nodded to himself and walked out onto the docks.

Cobalt sat down on a bench overlooking the city and sighed. The view was so beautiful. There wasn't much that could possibly ruin this moment, no sir. He looked around and saw Gren conversing with some people, so that solved the whole meeting spot problem. Cobalt waved at Gren to show he was here and went back to looking at the city.


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Monk (Level 0)

What you want to be when you grow up?
Jatan aspires to be a master monk and to one day run his own monastery. He believes it is his duty to set others on a path to spiritual enlightenment, as his master did for him.

Who is your mentor?
When Jatan mysteriously arrived as a baby in Loudwater, his parents could not be found. Lacking a home, the orphan was taken in by the head monk at the local monastery: Edgar Blackheart. Edgar became a mentor and spiritual guide for Jatan. He has earned Jatan's unwavering admiration and loyalty, and Jatan hopes to become a head monk himself one day.

Brief Biography:
Little is known about Jatan's parents. The elven boy was left abandoned on the streets of Loudwater late one night. The local monastery that Jatan, like many orphans, was taken to quickly became his home. Although he is an elf, he adapted quickly to many of the human rituals he encountered. Particularly fascinated by the monastery's patron deity, Torm, Jatan delved into religious and spiritual studies. He strives to promote justice and protect the weak, as any true servant of Torm would. In addition to religious studies, Jatan was also taught basic martial arts. Early morning runs with the other boys, solitary prayer, tumbling and combat practice, and meditation became normalized parts of his daily routine. As an elf, Jatan often felt at odds with the other boys, all of whom were human. Although he was never picked on outright, he would rarely be invited to free hour activities, so he spent a lot of time to himself. Most of this time was used to read poetry, which Jatan views as an avenue through which he can become closer to Torm. Though he will never publicly admit it, Jatan longs to befriend other elves, find his parents, and reconnect to that lost part of his heritage.

Recently, Jatan fled the monastery and has taken to hiding in Loudwater. The forced religion hit the monastery even harder than the rest of the town. Few monks agreed to give up their faith. Locals stormed the monastery, dragging Edgar out and publicly executing him. Edgar became the first of several such executions. Knowing in his heart that he must do what he can to resist this tyranny, Jatan has holed up in a shady part of town where he can continue his worship of Torm in secret and bide his time until an opportunity for justice arises.

What person(s) of interest do you know where you are from? Who all do you have a relationship with?:
Jatan knew his mentor, Edgar, (now deceased). He knows many of the other boys and leaders of the monastery, though he was never particularly close to anyone except Edgar. Moreover, many of the monks have dispersed after Edgar's execution, and Jatan has no way to find them.

Equipment:
 - A backpack
 - Small Hunting Knife
 - Spare Robes
 - A canteen
 - Standard Peasant Garb
 - A quarterstaff he took from the monastery before he left (Jatan left his few silver pieces behind to cover the expense, of course).
 - A small book of poetry by famous Elvish poet Arphenion

Class Skills:
 - Basic meditation
 - Basic unarmed combat training
 - Basic tumbling
 - Basic quarterstaff training
 - Dodge: small chance to avoid basic attacks that are seen beforehand
 - Potion Use: Some familiarity with holy potions, can slightly enhance their effect

Life Skills:
 - Literate in common (not Elven, as he was orphaned and never learned the language or cultural practices of the Elves)
 - Basic knowledge of poetry
 - Religious knowledge about Torm

Clues:
Realizes that the townsfolk are controlled by some type of magic.

Was told by the monks at his monastery that "Even Gods have enemies."

[User]
Aiden let the dagger stick in the ground before picking it up and moving in a wide arc around the boar man while ran to the aid of his downed companion. Feeling a bit sorry for them, but not completely being the fact that they had obviously tried to kill Argurios just a moment before, he rushed toward where the half orc was fighting, picking up his makeshift spear on the way. There was something different about those two enemies. They weren't mindless killers like the bandits or the priests in the last town. He made a note to still keep an eye on them while he joined Argurios in the fight, though he was skeptical about how well he would. All he knew is that those two were temporarily out of the fight, and his ally needed his help.

"I've got your back!" he said as he came up, nearly silent behind him. He stood with his shoulders perpendicular to Argurious and behind him. Here he could simply look either way to see behind him or in front. "I'll be your shadow and cover your openings."

Aiden's plan was to cover himself with the long dagger from behind, and for whenever an enemy tried to take advantage of an opening after Argurios attacked, he would use his new camouflage and Argurios's large frame to mask himself while he would lunge at the enemy with his makeshift spear. Hopefully, this would keep Argurios fairly covered without either of them exerting too much energy at once.

[Assistant]
Brisa watched Argurios charge with a mixture of excitement, combativeness, and fear. In fact the adrenaline that was flowing in her body was giving her a wild feeling. It threw all emotions into a heightened state and one that, while she was getting used to it, was still new to her. It was horribly disorientating but the one thing in her mind was do something. Being still was not an option.

With Argurios now in a swarm of frog men she couldn't throw rocks at them because sure as Mystra's hair was black she would hit her friend. And she couldn't pile into the fray either. So she did the only other thing she could think of to do; just as she had at the fight in the village. She rushed to the side of the injured.

She wasn't entirely sure they were friendly, but she wasn't sure they were not friendly either. And one was hurt. Brisa was a good natured soul, and a kind person, and used to helping Autry tend the sick. It was almost automatic to rush to the aid of the fallen. She hesitated only briefly, readying her last spell. It was weak and possibly worthless in the rain but it was all she had in case they didn't turn out friendly.

She ran to the side of the fallen boar-woman and the boar-man hovering over her.

"You speak common?" said Brisa as she joined the man, still wary. She had heard them speak, but not well. Still it sounded like they used the common tongue.

She looked at the girl, woman, boar-woman and pushed aside the weirdness of the issue.

"Let me help; I work," she gulped hard, remembering Autry was still hard, before correcting herself "worked, for the village healer." she said as she worked her tentative way beside the elder creature. She had in her mind to help stem the blood flow and bandage wounds; she had done that before. Then she saw the blood on the girl's mouth. That was never a good sign.

"Oh" said Brisa. That was all she could think of to say. What now? She couldn't help, and she felt so crushed that none of her ideas were of any use, that her mind just blanked out completely. She didn't notice anything, including the trouble her friends were in, or the two boar-creatures next to her, or that more trouble was approaching. Just a blankness that even her trained mind couldn't shove aside at this moment.

[User]
Jatan's eyes tracked the crossbow bolt as it whizzed past Argurios and sank deep into a bullywug's stomach, forcing a pitiful and high-pitched squeak from its lips. His gaze lingered on the bullywugs, the light glinting off their weapons. That's when he realized: the bolt wasn't aimed at Arugrios at all. Help had arrived!

"AIDEN WAITTTTTTTT!" Jatan shouted, knowing the spear was coming, knowing the words were too late even as they burst from his mouth. Sure enough, the air shimmered as Aiden moved, revealing his location as the spear slammed into the boar creature who collapsed to the ground as Aiden wrenched out the spear.

The first thing Jatan felt was dizziness. The world spun. Breaths came in rapid gulps, and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he realized what was being done: attacking the boar people was not justice. It was murder.

Jatan's attention was wrenched back to the fray as a crossbow bolt whistled past has ear. The shot was off, but clearly aimed for him. A glance towards the river revealed Argurios already deep in the fray, axe carving terror into the ranks of the bullywugs. Jatan heard Aiden's shout as Aiden charged forward to the half-orc's aid. But neither one had noticed the bullywug with the crossbow, sneaking around in the background.

Jatan's eyes locked on the blubbery frog, its skin a deep red laced with black patches, its yellow eyes directed downwards as it fumbled with a crossbow bolt, trying to reload. It was vulnerable.

It would have been easy to charge in had it not been for the rain and the muck. The mud clung to Jatan's toes like hands grasping at his feet, pulling him back, tripping him up. His approach was more a wade than a sprint, and when he closed in mere feet from his crossbow-wielding foe, he tripped, tumbling forward onto his hands and knees as the second crossbow bolt zinged by where he had stood only a minute before. A frantic glance upward revealed the red frog legs of the bullywug tensing, and it tossed the crossbow aside as it sprang atop Jatan. The two fumbled, splashing, a muddy mess desperate to win the upper hand.


[System]
Appearance:
Juniper walks a strange line between large and feminine. She's about average height at 5'9", and there isn't an ounce of fat on her, her size coming from the amount of muscle she has. Her legs and torso are obviously toned, but most of her muscle mass is found in her arms. Her shoulders are wider than one might expect on her frame, and her arms are bordering on cartoonish in size compared to the relative averageness of the rest of her build. She usually wears a sleeveless overcoat with a collar high enough to cover her face up to her nose, and has her dirty-blonde hair tied into a ponytail that hangs down her back. She brings a backpack with her wherever she goes, with spare parts, schematics and spare rune batteries for emergencies.
Age:
27
Brand:
None
Weapon & Rune (if they have one):
"Lizzy", an oversized monkey wrench engraved with Stone and Storm runes, and a large rune battery in the shaft to facilitate her use by non-casters. She's used not only as a weapon, but also as a last-ditch tool for repairing machinery. The Storm magic can send a jolt of energy to kick-start a dead motor, and the Earth rune turns it into something of a multi-tool, able to shape itself into almost anything. June has also learned to harness the Stone rune to manipulate magnetic fields, capable of shifting ferrous metals back into position with either a careful, well-placed probe, or a solid smack.
Faction:
Universal Machine
Personality:
A strange combination of humble and self-confident, June knows that she's worked hard and earned her place in the UM, but also realises that even with all her hard work, she never would have made it without help. Spending most of her time around casters, she's learned to be comfortable being the weakest and least self-reliant person in a group. At the same time, her relatively high station, considering her lack of magic, has imparted upon her an infallible sense of capability and self-worth. She's outgoing and sociable, liking to think of strangers more as potential allies than potential enemies. Always excited to talk about her projects, she can be a bit overbearing in a conversation, however. All in all, she is everything exemplified by the UM's motto: "Hard work pays off".
Background:
Born as the third generation of Greycastles in New Wickborough, with both of the previous generations having worked for the Universal Machine, Juniper's upbringing was about as one would expect. Going to public school, with private tutoring by her parents and other in the UM in the ways of technology, she was a studious youth, wholeheartedly throwing herself into her studies, both general and UM specific. Despite her parents telling her not to get her hopes up, young Juniper always expected that she would manifest a rune during puberty, like so many around her had. She believed this so strongly that she found herself taking this assumption for granted. In her late teens, she started to take interest in the small, semi-autonomous robots that the UM used for performing mundane tasks. Most of her late teens, then, were spent studying and working on these and waiting for her rune to appear.

The more years went by, the more June's parents tried to help her come to terms with the fact that she might just not be getting a rune, but she was having none of it. "So what if it's coming late, it's still coming" was her explanation. The waiting, and her parents, eventually did wear her down though. A week before her 20th birthday, she had a breakdown, the truth she had known for a while finally coming to the forefront of her mind. She didn't have a rune, and she would never have one. After so long safe in the assumption that she'd be a caster, this wave of realisation was too much for the now young adult. That night, she ran. Ran from the UM, ran from Ammonia Avenue, and ran from her parents. Not knowing what she was doing, and still in a very strange state of mind, she found herself amongst some Drekka. It was very different from what the rest of her life had been, but at that moment different was everything June was feeling. She ended up staying with the Drekka for a while, using her intellect to do some alchemy for the group. Then, a few weeks later, things changed again. June had settled into the criminal life, finding herself acting as nasty and aloof as the worst of them. Aloof, as she found out, was not how you want to act around dangerous chemicals. A wayward glance, an arm flung out, and Juniper found a bottle of acid splashed onto her lower jaw. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before, so sharp that she couldn't think about anything else. She turned to those she had been with for help, but unsurprisingly, the Drekka had little sympathy for her. Agony forcing her mind into clarity, she went the one place she knew there would be people who still loved her. Not long after, her parents rushed down, in response to an alarming summons, to find their daughter that had been lost for weeks, lower jaw mostly destroyed and tears streaming down her face.

UM doctors spent days on Juniper, removing all traces of the acid and doing their best to regrow and reattach both skin and bone. Their expertise was enough to salvage the girl's jaw, but enough damage had been done that the pale, scarred and pockmarked skin had to be something June would wear for the rest of her life, as a reminder. Times were tumultuous for another year after that, but things did settle down. June came to terms with her lack of magic, and returned to her study of the automated robot assistants. She decided she'd compensate for her runelessness by having a rune weapon made for her, that would be powered by rune batteries. She has spent most of her time since then as a devoted member of the Universal Machine, improving her skills and advancing automata technology.

[User]
Shaking his head, Hueco continued onward, still thinking of the name mentioned. He too couldn't help but notice the reactions of the Bot. In his days at both the Kokothan and Gishkan HQs, robots like them could form some semblance to a consciousness, but it was no more sentience than an animal from what he's seen. So he got back on track, walking behind the walking amalgamate.

Finally, the two would reach a doorway. Slowly, the plant Amalgamate looked down to the two, towering over them. Be kind. Show respect. The master doesn't wish... For violence.

The door opened, and the two were greeted to... A large cityscape? In a small Kokothan town, in a lonely apartment building, on the top floor, in a small VIP hotel room, was a large open city. It almost resembled New Wickborough, if Hueco or June were observant. Even the sky was visible to them... If that was the sky?

Hueco looked completely paralyzed. With a mix of confusion, curiousity, and awe. ...A pocket dimension? Here? Disguised so clearly?

[Assistant]
"I..." Juniper managed to start as a response to the Amalgamate, before being cut off by Hueco. Peeking past the small frame of the beastkin to get a look at what had startled him, she found herself momentarily lost for words "Wait... what? That's... that's a city. Alright, well, I was definitely not expecting that."

"Hueco... are you sure this is a pocket dimension? Like your library in Yim? I thought you said..." she trails off, cutting herself off mid sentence. Seeming to think better, she shakes her head. "No, nevermind. I have too many questions, and I don't want to just stand here asking them. So, where do we go now? It looks like there's an entire city in front of us." Lucy asks, still facing Hueco, but turning to finish the question directed towards the Amalgamate. After all, from his reaction, Hueco knows as much about what's going on as she does. Okay, well maybe a bit more, considering he has a pocket dimension of his own.

[User]
The plant amalgamate went on through the city, leaving the two behind, his slow walk however would make it easy for the two to catch up with him. Hueco meanwhile was still dumbfounded by the cityscape, hidden inside an apartment building. Crossing his arms and tapping his foot, Hueco gave an answer of his own, "...I have seen many pocket dimensions. Made from both Amalgamates, humans, beastkin, and even dwellers. But I've never seen one that was so hidden. I didn't evil seen the signs of a rift.

Walking on, Hueco waited for the plant amalgamate to give an answer. Pointing to a large building on top of a hill in the dsitance, resembling a capital building, he stated, Up there you'll meet the King. There, you will have what you came for. His voice was clearer, as they went further into the city, less pauses, even the stillness in his voice was gone, He is very excited to meet you. To unite, with one of this world's companies...

[Assistant]
Juniper takes a look back to make sure the Automata is still following as she walks with Hueco to catch up to their guide. Not having been given any new orders, the little robot is still trudging along carrying the suitcase, head still turned to the side. As far as it knew, with its borderline nonexistent knowledge of the way the world works, this was a completely normal occurrence.

~That plant Amalgamate definitely was not speaking that well before. Either he was putting on a show for some reason, this pocket dimension place has special properties, or there's some sort of magical broadcast in this city that makes Amalgamates more human, probably coming from either a group of casters or a machine~ she thinks, continuing to follow along in silence. She didn't feel like there was anything else worth saying, and she wanted to take in this city as much as she could anyways.

The streets, the buildings, the sounds, and even in a strange way the people, all made June feel like this place was somehow familiar... but that was impossible, of course, since this was only the second time in her life she'd been in Yim, the first being earlier today with Hueco. Still, there was something she couldn't place about this city. ~If this plant guy had any intentions of telling us anything about this place, he would have done so already. So much mystery and ambiguity surrounding this group, but I guess that makes sense, given the reputation Amalgamates have in most places. I'll just have to ask King all my questions, I suppose.~

[User]
Walking through the city, Hueco casted a glance at Juniper, a smile on his face. He went from shocked, to looking all too excited to be here. He wish he brought his photography group to get some pictures. How you holding up? Doing well? He asked, looking around some more.

A few more amalgamates laid around the city. Some of them somewhat human, some of them monstrous. But most importantly, they were all tame. Sitting around the environment, not attacking either of the adventurers. Back at the amalgamate branch, tamed amalgamates weren't uncommon. Yet to see so many in one place and in what could be considered the wild, was most unusual. Hueco wondered if it was a case of manipulation or if they really were tamed by their own choice.

But, Hueco set his sights on the building up on the hill that the plant amalgamate pointed to. All his questions, and Juniper's, would be answered there. I should take note...

[Assistant] "Doing well, yes. I just didn't expect for there to be this much lead-up. It feels like it's been half an hour since we left your portal, even though I know it's been less than that." Juniper replies, seemingly comfortable in this strange environment, without being as excited as Hueco is. "If I'm going to be honest, it's been tough keeping my nerves in check. I mean, I knew what I was getting into, but it's a bit different being here, you know?" she offers, looking to Hueco with a knowing look.

[User]
Hueco was busy looking around, staring at the various amalgamates, looking at the differences between their world and this copied town. They seemed to have mimicked their language as well, all of the signs were written in Kokothan. Wonder if there are any Gishkhan speaking amalgamates...

But, soon, Hueco came to attention, as he picked up on Juniper's discomfort. I can understand... You're use to knowing amalgamates as monsters driven by instinct. He said as the two of them ascended the hill where the King was meant to be, the large chapel looking building lying at the top of it; the door was partially open as well, allowing entrance.

It takes apart your world view doesn't it? Knowing amalgamates are capable of such a thing.

[Assistant]
"I'd probably be taking it better if we were in the real world. Or, Kodo, right? That's what casters call it? But, as different as this is, I can't say I'm really surprised. We knew this was a civilization of Amalgamates after all, it wasn't like..." June is interrupted, a clank and a thud coming from behind them.

Looking back, it seems the robot butler had fallen over. The slight incline, heavy bag and what might be curiosity seemed to have been too much for the poor little thing, who was now lying on its back and staring straight into the sky. June's suitcase had also been dropped, and was laying on the ground beside it. "Oh no! Ah, I should have thought about that..." Juniper says, walking over towards the bot. "I hadn't expected the walk to meet King would be this long, so I didn't bother giving the poor guy a full charge before we set out. Carrying the bag this far seems to have used enough energy that he couldn't adjust to the change of incline fast enough." she explains while kneeling down beside the bot.

Reaching behind the robot's head, June pushes a button and the robot goes limp. She then takes each limb and tucks them in so the robot is in a fetal position before standing back up and taking her wrench off her back. Bringing the wrench around, June touches it to the back of the robot's head, causing some mechanism to curl the automaton back into the spherical shape it was stored in while the charge meter on her wrench slowly drains to about the halfway mark. She then puts the robo-ball back into its carrying case, picks up both suitcases again, and turns to continue heading to the top of the hill.

"Well, looks like I'll get to show off to King after all. Oh, and I might want you to re-charge this battery for me at some point, I did bring extras but I don't see the point in walking around with empty ones when I'm traveling with a caster." June calls to Hueco, catching back up with him.