[System]
24 years old
𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥
paint & drawing

Biography – Adriana grew up next door to a Jacob Stacera, someone she became friends with since she was an only child to two parents who were barely home due to their high important jobs of being CEOs of major companies within the area. They got along really well and played together up until their high school years. She, being the less than social type, spent her time doing on line courses and enjoying a anti-social life outside of her one friend.

But soon he went on to bigger and better things and she stayed home. It wasn't until she turned 21 that she began to make more friends and ventured out into the world. She made some great close friends but missed her old dear friend.

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You could feel the excitement in the air as more and more people arrived to the club and the roughly 35-40 people who had their names on the VIP list enjoyed the drinks and cocktails that awaited them. The buzz soon reached Addie's ears and the realization of where she was and why she was pushed to dress the way she ended up became too much for her. Panic soon filled the blonde as she tapped the bar impatiently waiting for the drink. Her flight mode active but she didn't want to be rude and ditch the drink. A cab would be easy to catch right? RIGHT?!

Hearing a voice behind her made her grin as she slowly turned around, "It's about time. With this many people Addie's about to go into flight or fight mode, and she's normally more of a flyer." Her gaze jerked down to see the drink in his hand which she instantly took from him. "What do you know, this equals the beers you owe me." Taking a drink she hissed softly at the liquor. "Damn that's good stuff, what year is it?"

Oh god, oh god oh god! More people… panic slowly shook her insides as the bartender finally placed down her drink. Taking it up she thanked him and attempted to pay but got waved off. "Okay… well then here." She placed five dollars she was prepared to play for the drink on the table as a tip and started to hurry towards the door. No no no, Jack can't see me like this, no no no! Her thoughts had her in flight mode as she took off towards the exit while he was surrounded by people.

Taking another drink of the scotch she pointed. "Look, she's running already. I thought we had a bit more time…" When Addie finally crossed in between Crystal's line of sight to Jack she called out, "LOOKING GOOD ADDIE!" As loud as she could causing her friend to stop and look at her as if asking Why are you shouting?! with her panic expression before Crystal pointed a long finger directly towards Jack, which to Jack, looked like she was pointing at the random blonde in the black dress.

Addie froze giving her friend a very pointed, 'what the fuck?' expression before she flinched. Shit… Jack was practically behind her wasn't he… Her fight or flight mode was cut off and she instead chose the route of dealing with a dinosaur where if you don't move… they can't see you!

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"Trust me getting Jack out was no easy task in itself. The man does not like the social scene as much as I do. But he's a small town boy who made it big. Unfortunately, he's a small town boy who made it big yet kept that small town boy personality. To get him out I literally had to try and persuade him that this could also be a meet and greet with the fans that he cares so deeply about because obviously, I couldn't just tell him that we were coming to set him up with the girl he's in love with but is afraid to say anything to" Robert said honestly as he felt her stealing his drink from him which caused him to chuckle as well. "That drink that you just stole from my hand is a very rare, very expensive Scottish scotch brewed in Eighteen-sixty-two and is nearly eight-thousand dollars a bottle. Whenever I come to any town I make sure that cases of this stuff are sent. And if not this exact one, one just as old and just as expensive" Robert said honestly. "Stick around you'll see that you like partying with a rock star and who knows you might even come to like the person behind the bad boy persona as well," Robert said honestly. He didn't understand why Crystal fascinated him as much as she did, he had never been the feely type of person that was Jack's area of expertise Robert had always been the ladies man choosing a different woman in every state, however, now he found himself drawn to Crystal.

Jack smiled as the people surrounded him and he began answering each and every single question that was brought forth to him, all of them except who Winters Love was written about. He hadn't even told Addie that she was the inspiration for the song so why would he tell his other fans about it.

"Well if she's running then we have to make this interesting," he said watching as Crystal yelled about how good Addie looked dressed the way that she was. "HEY JACKIE-BOY LOOK," he said pointing over to where Addie was standing. He could see that Addie froze as soon as Crystal yelled at Addie.

Jack stopped talking as he heard Crystal and then heard her say that Addie was looking good. Quickly, he whipped around seeing the woman he secretly loved dressed beautifully and he blushed slightly "Excuse me" he said to the fans "I must go and see my dear friend" with that said Jack made his way across the room to where Addie stood frozen from embarrassment "Well don't you look absolutely beautiful tonight. To what may I thank this pleasant meeting between us" he asked respectfully as he stared at his longtime friend and crush.

Robert looked at the waitress who walked by him "Could you bring me two more glasses of the good stuff please" he asked knowing that all of the waitresses had been told of the very expensive scotch brought by Robert. Slowly turning towards Crystal once again Robert smiled "Now that you've lit the fire it's time for me to pour gasoline on it give me a moment and watch this" slowly Robert walked to the bar where the DJ who was playing the music was "I would like for you to put on Winter's love for me please" he said pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to the DJ as the song came on. This is when he grabbed the microphone that the DJ had set up and spoke "Hello and welcome to this beautiful club this evening. Tonight we are graced with the presence of hometown boy turned world-renowned musician Jack Stacera who is standing right next to his beautiful longtime friend Addie... Come on Jack dance with her."

All of the people upstairs began clapping as they heard about their hometown boy being in the club and then began chanting "Dance with her" over and over.

Jack began blushing as he heard Robert's words coming from the loudspeakers. Everyone else seemed to be pairing off now to dance to the beautiful slow song and so taking a deep breath Jack stared at Addie with a smile "I know that you're the kind of person who doesn't like the limelight having always liked to be in the background. I apologize for what Robert just did, it was not right but would you mind if I asked you for one dance, you spoke of how much you loved this song and I would be honored to dance with you to it."

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The ashy-blue haired girl rolled her eyes rather dramatically when he invited her to stick around to learn more about who was behind the bad boy persona. "How about instead of being a 'persona' you just be yourself hotshot?" Was her response as she took a drink of the scotch. Sure, it was an eight thousand dollar bottle of alcohol but Crystal was worth more than money could buy. Then again this was damn good scotch.

Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move… was the mantra that went through her head as she held perfectly still. Deep down inside, she had hoped… prayed that Jack wouldn't notice her. But alas, he approached her and praised how pretty she looked. Her face flushed a deep shade of red and her gaze turned downwards looking at her shoes. Her toe poked gently at the hard wood beneath her feet, "Probably an annoying blue haired girl and a loud mouth 'bad boy'." Even the tone in her voice said she used bad boy in quotes. Her hazel gaze moved upwards to look up at Jack and gave him a small smile. "I don't know why I let Crystal talk me into going out but I'm glad I'm here. Congratulations on your album…"

Her words were cut off by the sound of Robert's words and her attention turned to him, along with the rest of the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, Crystal cheered the drink in her hand towards Robert, obviously she knew what he was doing and Addie… well not so much.

The chants of Dance with her… which she's pretty sure began from Crystal (damn her) echoed around them. Her gaze shifted up to Jack who seemed to be as red as she was. How can he be so embarrassed when he's almost always the center of attention of things? A small laugh left her as she gently took his hand, "If it will get them to shut up let's just get this over with." Her voice was kind and gentle despite her word choice but the sooner they danced the sooner people would go on with their night.

Taking him to the dance floor she placed a hand within his and one on his shoulder.

Crystal went to Robert's side as he came down from the DJ booth as he received his drink. Clinking the glass she had in her hand against his, she smirked. "Good call hotshot. But don't push them too hard, their faces might explode."


[System]
Age: 16

Appearance: light freckles on her face, arms, and legs; honey-brown hair that reaches to her shoulders and is slightly wavy; light grey eyes; glasses; wears male clothes

Occupation: writer

Personality: Naia doesn't talk much. People who don't know her are likely to think she is rude because of this, but the truth is she is just socially awkward when talking to people. However, she does sometimes like to talk to animals, believing that they are smarter and more aware than most people think, even if some people think she's crazy for it. Other than that, Naia is usually pretty calm and polite in most situations. She prefers to think things through and observe the situation around her before making a decision, rather than rush into something. She is quite observant, sometimes noticing the small things that most people don't. Also, she is kind and hates to brag. Also, she needs glasses as she is nearsighted and can't see much without them save for a few inches in front of her.

History: She was born in a wealthy family, but was raised to be humble and caring to all, no matter who they were. Naia sometimes liked to help the cook prepare dinner, learning the basics of how to cook. As she got older, she preferred to focus on her studies rather than attend a fancy dinner or a ball. She also preferred to not wear dresses, claiming it was hard to sit at her desk and write or read while wearing a skirt. She didn't make many friends, the ones she had not being very close either. She usually stayed up late into the night studying, and her parents say she's nocturnal, writing by the light of a single candle.

She had just closed her eyes for a second, resting her head on her desk, frustration, or at least she thought it was the frustration, giving her a headache, the blank paper before her taunting her with the fact that she couldn't think of a good story. However, when she opened her eyes, she was not in her room.

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Anise nodded still uncertain. She was fully aware that the Lady of the Pond held extraordinary power, but the Lord of Shadow had been gathering power for millennia. She certainly preferred caution over arrogance, but perhaps the Lady was right in that the Lord of Shadow couldn't harm her. She decided to accept her response.

Anise smiled again brightly and genuinely. "Thank you." Now she knew the Lady respected her position which left her with a stronger feeling of confidence than she had before. She turned to face Peck whom had remained silent behind her.

Anise clasped her hands together letting the Lantern of Flight hang in front of her. The mixture of white and blue light flickered over her mixing energetically in a dance around her body. The sound of a haunted cavern sounded about as pleasant as taking a walk through the Forest just for fun. Even so with this recent success, Anise felt even more eager for more.

She noticed the tendril of darkness approaching his leg far too late to warn him. As he disappeared into the shades before her she reached out reactively to try and grab his hand but even that was too slow. She would have to have faith in the rune of protection she gave him to keep him safe from the dangers presented by the Lord of Shadow and his minions. She had absolute faith that she had enough power to match him and that inexperience and doubt had been her biggest problem with her last confrontation with him.

She fiercely reached out towards the shades with the power of Spirit to usurp the Lord of Shadow's control over them. She was not going to let Peck die, but first she needed to tear through the Lord of Shadow's ranks. "I'll not let you take him, Lord of Shadow! That is my friend! My comrade!"

She knew the only reason he would take such an action would be because he feared her power or at least the potential she held to bring back the Dragon. "I am the new Lady of Light. I am the Dragon's Herald. I am the Guardian of this Forest! You make a poor king to allow your kingdom to fall this far." She pointed towards the shades before her. "Release Peck!"

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Erin sat up shortly after waking, shaking her head slightly to try and dislodge the feeling of unease she had. She jumped at the sudden sound of a woman's voice. She thought at first it could have been her mother, but… As she looked around herself she got the feeling that she was suddenly very, very unlikely to ever hear her mother's voice ever again.

The.. cabin, she supposed, was a mess. A strange, strange mess. Books and bones and many broken things littered the place, while the building itself looked as if it had been attacked by nature incarnate. The only thing in the room that didn't look broken or cast aside was a lantern which shone with a soft red light.

She carefully rose to her feet, attempting not to touch anything that had been on the ground near her. "All this is so strange, these books and symbols… Have I been taken by a witch?" She couldn't help but speak her thoughts out loud, but she realized her mistake as she heard the conversation going on just outside. Luckily she had spoken quietly, it didn't seem like she'd have been heard. I have to get out of here. She thought to herself after listening to the conversation for a moment. She looked around again, this time trying to decide if anything here might be useful to her in her escape.

Through the holes in the roof she could see that it was nighttime, so she had to take the lantern if she wanted any chance of finding safety. Unfortunately that meant that the people outside might be more likely to see her as she left, their eyes drawn to the movement of the light. She considered taking one of the the weapons or armor, but they were all piled on top of each other so that she doubted she could pick up what she wanted without making a heap of noise, and she didn't like the strange symbols she could see on them. The witch could have put some nasty curse on it all. Instead she walked carefully across the cluttered floor to the nearest sharp-looking piece of metal lying around. It was small and difficult to hold without cutting herself, but it was better than nothing.

Next, she made her way over to the table that the lantern was on, but just before she touched it she noticed that it too was strange, but not the same strange as everything else here. She hadn't looked very closely at it before, why would she have? It was a lamp. Now, however, she realized that it wasn't a simple flame producing the light, but rather what seemed like a large egg of sorts. Engraved into the iron of the lamp were more symbols, but these were obviously different from those on the armor and weapons. The first thought she had was that these symbols were a better kind of strange, a sort of strange she was willing to deal with as opposed to pretty much everything else around her right now.

She didn't hesitate in picking up the lantern and carrying it over to the door. The voices she'd heard had been behind the cabin, so perhaps if she went straight forward they wouldn't see her leaving. She gripped the small piece of metal tightly as she pushed open the door, hoping for a silent escape.

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Naia stared upwards when she awoke, wondering where she was. She sat up slowly, thinking through possible scenarios. Her first thought was that maybe this was a dream, but a quick, stinging pinch of her forearm quickly disproved that theory. Then she thought that perhaps she had been kidnapped, to be ransomed for a large sum of money, but then she realized that they would have contained her somewhere far better than in a tent. If she was to find out what had happened to her, she would have to uncover more information.

The brunette observed her surroundings, taking in the sights and sounds, making a mental checklist of what to investigate. She stood slowly and carefully so as to avoid making a sound. First, she observed the contents of the tables, quickly looking over the titles of the books. After a quick observation of the old man, she moved to the flap of the tent. She picked up the lantern, looking at it closely. The color of the light was very pretty, and the markings, though strange, intrigued her as well. What stood out the most was the source of the light. Naia knew that there were no eggs that should be able to glow like that.

Then, holding the lantern in one hand, she peeked outside the tent, pulling the flap back just enough that she could peek outside, but not enough that anyone would notice. She took in the sight of the creatures, which looked like beasts of myth. Naia, always a lover of stories, listened for a while. In doing so, she realized that they spoke of the sunlight in their stories as if there hadn't been any for a while. She stored that theory and the stories away in her mind, and retreated back into the tent.

Processing the information she had unearthed, she came up with a conclusion. She was nowhere near home, in a foreign land with many strange things. That realization, that she was seemingly far away from home, far away from her mother and father, far away from the desk and chair she loved to sit at and write stories on late into the night, it both saddened and frightened her, and yet, at the same time, this new place intrigued her, and ignited in her a curiosity that burned like a wildfire. Then the frightened feeling won out as she realized that, in order to discover what happened to her, and where she actually was, she would have to talk to people. Her grip subconsciously tightened around the handle of the lantern, which she still had not realized was still in her hand.Pulling herself together, she walked over to the mattress, where the old man slept, and kneeled down.

"Um, excuse me, sir? Uh, hello?" she said, trying to wake him up, hoping he could help her. Her voice, though normal volume, seemed quiet and nervous, but clear.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: A Prosthetic right arm that can be removed. His combat arm is highly durable with immense grip strength. If grabbed by the wrist and a hidden switch pressed it detaches and transforms into a classical Long sword. When Victor presses his left fist into the right palm and twists the mechanical fingers clamp down and the prosthetic right arm covers his left, creating a Megaman style buster cannon (likes to keep this as a hidden surprise).

Specialty: A showy front-line brawler that punishes anyone foolish enough to ignore him. While using his prosthetic arm Victor uses a high-flying grappler fighting style similar to a Luchadore. Using the Longsword Victor uses a high momentum style, using centrifugal force to add power to his slashes since he can't use his other arm to add cutting strength. Using the Mega Buster, Victor is less balanced than normal and as such tries to brace himself as much as possible. Victor can adjust the power and recoil of the buster, but he needs to be braced against something to use it's full power due to the recoil.

Semblance: Personal Space Projects a bubble of aura that grants Victor complete awareness of everything within it, allowing instantaneous reactions.

Personality: Victor is a cheery guy who has trouble accepting help from others. He is friendly and socialises, but will never ask for help. He has a bit of a complex about proving that he is capable of doing things on his own due to his need for a prosthetic arm and having been pitied for it since he was young.

Color: Vermilion

Emblem: A shooting star

Appearance: 170 cm with a runner's athletic build. Sandy blond hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail to keep it out of his green eyes. Favors wearing t-shirts, usually a peachy orange, to give him easy access to his mechanical right arm. His mechanical arm is a matte red with polished silver joints that catch the light. Navy-blue jeans, white belt, and orange sneakers complete his ensemble.

[User]
Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained.

As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke.
"Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.

[Assistant]
Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said.

That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."

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Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long.

His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected.

"OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.

[Assistant]
Geni raised an eyebrow as the beautiful fox faunas turn towards him and whispered into his ear a death threat. Even though he had received many death threats in his life time, he had never felt the way he did when he heard this one. Geni was immediately attracted to the woman, although the woman probably despised him, he would find a way to get on her good side. Geni had kind off hoped that she would be the kind type but this would work out, they would need the badass chick to complete the groups awesomeness. But Geni had to wonder why she was so mean, all he wanted was a cool team name that would complement the true nature of the team itself. Unfortunately someone did not like that idea and decided to convey that dislike through the form of a death threat. Although the woman had established her own opinion on the matter, still had 2 more voters left. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not a democracy and it was probably not up to him, but it was a good conversation starter.

"Look lady, we're not gonna get all gladiatorial on each other. Not gonna happen. But I would love to get to know you more. Kuren right?" He said with a grin on his face. Geni was not sure if that was the girl's name, it was kinda hard to catch the name of your teammate when your fighting for your life, and that same teammate decides the threaten you.

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Greyson smiled as he followed Robert to their new room, Greyson was a little disappointed that he couldn't be leader but it was probably for the best anyways if anything Greyson would make battle plans for the team instead. Right now Greyson just wanted to lay down and relax knowing they would be starting the real school stuff soon so Greyson wanted to just relax for a few moments before going off to do whatever they decided on. For once it was a good thing that Greyson wasn't the only high strong person they had in their team compared to Daniel.

"first order of business should be personalizing our spaces so that we know who's bed belongs to who." Greyson said smiling since they all had their own beds and small area they should start decorating accordingly ask they wouldn't get confused as to who sleeps where. Greyson was glad he had a team like this and could rely on them like their battle with the giant bull with a huge attitude

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Mokuren's eyes blazed as her team mate was quickly devolving into 'most recent fix'. He said they where not going to go at it gladiatorial style, and even got her name wrong. She herself wasn't listening to Ozpin and so didn't know her target's name, but there was quite a good reason for that. This human on the other hand didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, except his brain. That thing was clearly damaged if he thought to complain at something as minute and meaningless as a team name. He was even grinning. If Mokuren tried to grin right now, she'd terrify any onlooker that cared to onlook. It grated her nerves, and those where already under a lot of strain. She gripped the sword at her side tightly for a few seconds, before letting it go and swishing her tail erratically.

"No, we aren't going at it gladiatorial style. That would imply you have a fair chance, and as such would be stupid. But if you do want to know more about me, then maybe you can get a better set of priorities. The name of our team is fleeting and has no grasp on the mortal realm. And I really don't see what problem you have with Gilgamesh anyway. He sounds like an interesting person" Mokuren replied, trying not to bare her teeth at him. In such a situation, the sharp, carnivorous fangs probably wouldn't be taken the right way. "And if you wish for my name, then you should have listened to the professor"

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Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him.

"Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.

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"Dad, no, please. DAD! DAD!" a female voice shouted, grabbing Kuhaku from his dream and jerking him back to reality. Eyes slowly opening, his white ears twitched and swiveled searching for the source of the shouting that woke him up. Carefully, he sat up in his hospital bed. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. Looking at his hands, he sat there in silence wondering if he just imagined the shouting. How long had he been sleeping for?

"NO!" the same voice from earlier screamed, startling Kuhaku and making him jump. He definitely didn't imagine the voice. There was a ruckus, a short commotion. Was someone hurt? What was going on? Remaining still, he listened carefully. Someone was crying. Looking at the medical equipment he was connected to, he moved quickly. He pulled out the IV drip, removed the oxygen mask from his face, the heart rate monitor, and anything else he was attached to. As the heart rate monitor flatlined and droned on after being disconnected from him, he pulled it closer and switched it off. Grabbing onto the sides of the medical bed, he swung his legs from underneath the blankets and stood. Wincing, his muscles ached and his bones groaned at him. But, he was okay.

More importantly, someone in the infirmary with him seemed to be in distress. Throwing open his privacy curtains, he used his hearing to pinpoint the source of the crying. As he stood in front of the patient's privacy curtain, he spoke up and announced himself. It was only polite.

"H-...Hello? Hey, are you alright? Is everything okay in there? I heard some shouting and crying and I wanted to come check up on you. Is it alright if I come in?"

He reached in and parted the curtains just ever so slightly, just enough to poke one white tiger ear in along with his tail. It was his odd way of showing who he was to test the waters incase it was someone who knew him or he knew.

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Victor was more tired than he had felt in a long time. He was bruised and battered, his left eye throbbing, a bandaged cut on his left forearm and his right leg supporting all his weight. Despite all that he had a grin on his face.
I won, that cat lady got me good with her tail, but I'm standing here! Victorious!. Hearing the yell of "Kaput!" Victor looked over and saw three angry faces glaring back. Well they are already angry... no harm in a bit of taunting Waving back at the angry trio, Victor blew a kiss in their direction. While making a 'call me' hand with his prosthetic Victor yelled "Robo-Kitten! Call me! We can discuss maintenance tips!" turning his attention back to the professor he heard that Rayna would be the leader of the newly christened Jormungandr.

It makes sense that I'm not the leader, I currently lack the qualities a leader needs, although I do have an iron fist. Chuckling at his own joke, Victor looked out the corner of his eyes and smiled "I'll be sure to learn everything I can from you Miss Rayna. Please show me what makes a good leader" I'll need to know if I'm going take back my place at home


[System]
Appearance:

Height:  167 cm

Weight:  51 kg

Hair Color:  Ice Blue

Eye Color:  Blue
Age:  16

History:
It's a commonly held belief that succeeding in DGO is like getting the Golden Ticket to the chocolate factory, guaranteeing success, good fortune, and ease in life. That being able to slay draconic Dissolutions and swing a sword or sling a spell in fantastical conflicts among bickering guilds will translate into something of value after one turns 18 and is thrust into the real world. Yet success in Deep Ground Online can't ensure that every person can live the life of luxury.
Kanbaru was born and raised by parents who were remarkably adept in DGO, addicted even. If asked they could have handled a fifty player raid with only ten, but when it came to managing their finances or keeping a home they were hopeless. From a young age, their daughter had the burden of making up for their deficiencies. Her mother could cook and clean, and her father held a nine to five job, but Kanbaru had to be the one to budget for food, painstakingly explain that credit cards didn't let you buy things without cost, and overall manage the family debts.
While it once may have been an excessive burden placed upon her shoulders, Kanbaru came to value the control she had over her life. She bore a disdain for the waxy eyed nostalgia that her family and many others bore for DGO, but played the game regardless when she came of age. While there was little real world value in fighting monsters, Kanbaru couldn't deny there was an appeal in playing the in-game markets to her advantage. She's since moved out of her home and into a room at Purple Crown Academy to get a decent education while securing her own autonomy.
Personality:
Enterprising and with a keen eye always open for new opportunity, Kanbaru is enamored with the pursuit of economic prosperity and stability. She is a remarkably agreeable person even in the company of people she dislikes, more concerned with maintaining bridges then the catharsis of expressing disgust. Capable of turning a blind eye to some distasteful acts if it benefits her in the long run, but acknowledges that ethical behavior can have value as well.
In terms of DGO, Broker of Fortune prefers to make her way through trading goods and services or working the farms of her guild's land. Doesn't have the interest in PvP that seems to consume others beyond seeing it as an opportunity to sell her services at a mint.

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"You need someone to keep you alive, and I'm in need of more mats. Let's make a deal, shall we?"

Avatar Class:  Rogue | Artificer

Avatar Profession:  Engineer

Avatar Title:  Broker of Fortune

Avatar Level:  7

Avatar Guild:  The Ivory Masks of the White King

Avatar Abilities:
Achieved
Lvl 1- Infusion: Broker of Fortune can apply the attributes of an item to a weapon she's in contact with, at the cost of that item. For example, applying a healing potion to a gun would make the bullet's restore health rather than do damage. Applying a bomb to a mace will make the next blow cause an explosion equivalent to the bomb's natural detonation force directed outwards from the mace.
Passive Ability

Lvl 2- Disassembly: An attack via Broker's equipped weapon that does no direct damage to the target beyond stunning for 3 seconds. Upon hitting armor or weaponry they will be broken down into mats and left in a brown paper wrapped parcel on the ground. Anyone can claim this package and the loot, but assembly will be required. Does not work on structures like walls, siege weaponry, or vehicles.
Active Ability | Casting: Instant | Cooldown: 1 Round

Lvl 3- Overhaul: Broker of Fortune performs maintenance on nearby friendly weapons and weapon emplacements, receiving a 10% Damage increase for each of Broker of Fortune's current levels. IE, Lvl 1 = 10%. Lvl 3 = 30%. Lvl 9 = 90%.
Active Skill | Duration: Five Rounds | Cooldown: 1 Action

Lvl 5- Requisition: Broker of Fortune throws out an anchor-like hook on a line of wire. If used on an unaware enemy the anchor will steal whatever it catches on and reel it back to Broker. When the enemy is aware, Broker will either pull the target the back to her or be pulled to them. Functions like a grappling hook if used on the environment and pulls her along.
Active Skill | Casting Time: 1 Action | Cooldown: 1 Round

Lvl 7- Norn's Token: A physical coin manifested on Broker's person representing a good fortune in life, and has the passive and active traits referred to as Blessing or Bribery. When on the person of Broker of Fortune or an ally, it increases their chance of a critical hit by 50% with an additional 5x damage multiplier to the bae critical damage applied. If the coin is transferred, whether by infusion or being placed/thrown, to an enemy, then they shall gain the same benefits as a Bribe. Bribed enemies come under Broker's control for a duration of 3 Rounds before it automatically returns to Broker of Fortune.
Blessing | Passive Skill
Bribery | Active Skill | Casting time: 1 Action | Duration: 3 Rounds | Cooldown: 4 Rounds
Unachieved
Lvl 9- \\ INSUFFICIENT LEVEL REACHED \\ Terraform: Similar to infusion, but applied to the environment extending in a 100ft radius of Broker of Fortune. For example, Terraforming with a blade makes every surface have a cutting edge to it. A slime would cause everything to sink into a gelatinous earth. A Virgin's Soul causes the environment to be haunted by violent spirits consumed by regret. (Treat as Case-by-Case basis for GM review)
Active Skill | Casting Time: 1 Round | Duration: 5 Rounds | Cooldown: 24 Rounds

Avatar Feats:
Achieved

Lvl 3- Armor Piercing: Ranged attacks ignore 10% of defense.

Lvl 4- Combat Armor: Reduce melee damage taken by 20%.

Lvl 5- Sleight of Hand: Reload time for ranged weapons are halved. In addition, you may switch weapons instantaneously.

Lvl 6- Cripple: You attack your opponent in such a way that you broke something. Different targets will cause different effects: Legs will slow them down, arms will weaken their attacks, body will weaken their defense, and heads will lower their accuracy. You can only break a body part once until they are fully healed.

Lvl 7- Swift Slayer: Ground movement speed increased by 50%.
Unachieved
Lvl 8- Adaptive Ability / Crawling Chaos: You cause pain to all opponents who are merely in your presence. For ever thirty seconds they are within 50 feet of you, they take 5% damage. Their speed is also cut down to a 1/3 of their max, and prevents flight or teleportation.

Lvl 9- Master of Arms: Allows you to use any equipment regardless of class restrictions.

Weapon:
 A single shot, high caliber handgun used primarily in conjunction with Infusion, but is a potent weapon in it's own right.

Other:  Formerly a Bruiser, but defected to the Ivory Masks in the face of an impossible battle the Bruisers were incapable of winning.

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Crap... Need to escape... Kosuke thought.

The Blue King would be too much for him right now, he needed to escape and fast. He couldn't leave while his party was still engaged, however. Looks like he'd have to disengage him by force.

"We've got to go." He said, placing a hand on Shiro's shoulder.

He darted behind Shiro and shout out his knees, hitting Shiro behind his knees. They both fell backwards, Shiro on top of Kosuke (+1 Fujoshi counter). Kosuke dragged himself out from under Shiro while muttering under his breath and grabbed Shiro's collar.

"Let's go visit the boss." He said.

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@TheWindel@McFazzer

[Assistant]
Aaron Fletcher
 Aaron nodded in response to Mike and watched him go before continuing to his destination; the all-important Newspaper Club meeting room. He never really saw a need for the club, news traveled very quickly by word of mouth around the campus, and while it may be changed from person to person, it was largely accurate. The digital articles did sometimes help to clear up confusion, though this was few and far between in his experience. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his uniform as he approached the room, wishing he was allowed to wear both his peacoat and scarf inside the main building. The only school in the world that had figured out how to regulate temperature through the whole building had denied him his only way into the world of fashion. Ironic, in a way. He leaned on the door frame of the Newspaper Club's room as he arrived and scanned it for Emma, then shot her a smile as he found her. He also waved to the charismatic Thomas, feeling like he owed the club's president at least that.

 @TheWindel@KoL@Lord of Evil

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Jiro Katsurou
 Jiro listened to what Asahi had to say, nodding as he spoke. His requests were simple enough, grab him a lemon sweet tea and find Shiro, although he could feel some kind of underlying favor was being asked of him. If he had to guess, the larger boy wanted some alone time with the girl that was present in the room. It was fair enough, he supposed. "Alright, you want the tea before or after I find Shiro?" He chuckled slightly and made for the door, waving goodbye to the pair as he disappeared beyond the threshold. "Oh, and don't worry about paying me back!" He got into the nearby waiting elevator and pressed the button that would take him to the lobby, then opened up his phone, beginning to type a message to his orange-haired counterpart with a blur of his thumbs.

 The doors slid open as the text was sent, and the blue-haired youth stepped out. He pulled out his wallet and rifled through for a few appropriate bills while he approached the vending machine by the waiting area. In a moment he yanked the bill out and fed it into machine, watching while the bottle of chilled, lemon-flavored sweet tea began to slowly slide forwards... and stop on the edge of the track, the plastic cap smacking the glass and holding the container in place. "...It's the middle of the 21st century, every single human has a neural interface that grows with us, hunger is almost eradicated, we make regular trips to the goddamn moon... and this shit still happens." He sighed audibly, shaking the machine to dislodge the drink for his friend and earning an irritated stare from the nearest secretary. "That's how I'll become rich, I'll invent a vending machine that doesn't pull this crap." He took the drink out of the tray and stuffed it into his coat pocket, taking a seat in the waiting area and screwing around on his phone while he waited for Shiro to make an appearance.

 @Lucius Cypher@Jedly

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Kanbaru understand they had gone through a lot of preparation for this infiltration of theirs, but even she couldn't predict that Retsu went so far as to involve an entire home of foreign house keepers. She had to wonder if Retsu employed their services frequently enough to justify this operation, but that was best left for later consideration, or none at all. The scarlet haired girl's Yakuza's connection were almost certain in Kanbaru's mind, that photo showcasing Retsu's ink standing out as the latest tidbit to corroborate certain rumors floating around.

They'd have gone the entire trip in silence had Retsu not asked a question which confused her partner in crime. "Wait. Are you saying you don't know Moon Rider's identity?" Kanbaru asked, giving Retsu a queer look before softening to something more apologetic. "Sorry, I assumed that you would have been the one to know that, given your own avatar's closeness to the King."

"Truth be told, I have my own hunch but there isn't any concrete proof that couldn't be waved off as coincidence. Do you remember the night at the club? Well I may not have seen you, but I had a talk with President Yoshino and she said she came with you." Her gaze sharpened as her visage turned cross. "When you left to help spearhead the efforts to quell the Black City, you left Yoshino in the lurch, big time. She was in a real bad place when I had to fend off that pervert and bring her to my room. Yoshino was...pained you left, and downright sick with grief when she learned what was going on in DGO. What makes me think that she may be the Black King, and I know this is flimsy, is that Moon Rider logged onto DGO within a minute of Yoshino leaving my room in a hurry. This wouldn't amount to much, but then I learned you're Dark Wraith and you hooked up with a pissed as all hell Moon Rider to win the day. Seemed like a fated pair coming back together to me."

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R u f u s

The mall played host to all sorts of people going about their daily lives or trying to ruin others. They relaxed, conspired, arbitrated, dined, and devolved into mindless mobs with startling ease in this one structure, and that was just in the last few minutes. Truly, it was a place of infinite wonder in the modern era, a physical representation of what DGO hoped to mimic among it's simulations.

None of this really mattered to the boy with the janitor's cart.

Pushing it forward by the handle of the mop, he rolled through the food court till he was beside a curious blonde with shark teeth and a school uniform that certainly wasn't Purple Crown's. Along the way his hand glided out, casually lifting a drink left thanks in no small part to the show Chiyo had been putting on with the youngsters. "Excuse me. Accept this as a small repayment for the damages caused by these unmarked wet floors. If only a sign had been left out you wouldn't be able to sue the negligent mall employees for potential damages."

Rufus, who was in no way employed as a janitor at the mall, then gave Dana the purloined soft drink while he retroactively made the floor a wet nightmare to walk through and propped up a handy sign for future pedestrians. No one made any move to stop him, just like no one stopped him from taking the cart. It was all a matter of carrying himself like he belonged. Most people could unconsciously tell one someone didn't belong, there mannerisms sending up red flags before they even opened their mouth.

Dana wasn't so much a flag as she was the fireworks of Tanabata going off indoors, while Rufus may as well have been invisible next to her, Chiyo, and Eris. He'd been eating someone's cheeseburger right out of their hands when he decided, on a whim, to make his approach to the people who tended to leave a mark. Besides, they were all White Masks at this point, so nothing wrong with mingling.

"So, you wanna do something while the King starts taking off heads, or are we sitting in to make color commentary and throw fries at people?"


[System]
Age: 17

Appearance: At a height of 200cm tall and incredibly muscular, it is pretty common to see Tzi shirtless when not in academy uniform, baring his body to the world. Shirts aren't really too important to him, so one has to remind him every time he forgets to wear one. It's a source of contention, but it's almost impossible to change his opinion on them.

Bio/Summary: An energetic and forward youth from a barren archipelago in the North Sea, Tzi always enjoys a challenge, throwing himself head-first into any situation that strikes his fancy. It's the reason why he was so willing to simply leave his island home one day, jumping into the salty surf to swim to the mainland where opportunities abounded. There, he drifted from ring to ring, fighting anybody who'd take him on for fun and profit. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but his grinning visage, one that never disappeared no matter what trouble fell in his path, was imprinted on the minds of recruiters for the Military Academy, and soon enough, his martial talents were requested for a greater cause: the protection of the glorious Imperium.

He didn't mind. For Tzi, the chance to fight in the name of the Empire only signified excitement and wonder. Never one to shy from an offer (also explaining his frighteningly immense knowledge about all sorts of foodstuffs and how to cook them), he was inducted as a student into Cadenza, where it was hoped that his devil-may-care attitude and unshakable adoration for a good fight could be better channelled.

So far he really likes the place, though people have been admonishing his tendency to throw caution (and his shirts) to the wind.

Vessel: When not active, Tzi's Retiarius actually consists of two items: a carving knife and carving fork lacking in decoration. They are typically used during meal times, but when called upon, the pair fuses and enlarges into a wicked trident, one with a small anchor attached to its rear, that instills fear into the hearts of seafood.

Abilities:
Casting the Net - a net made of heavy magical fibres is produced by the Retiarius, usually shooting out of the trident's length to catch and trap those unfortunate enough to be in its way (whether they be fish or Tzi's foes). Escaping is particularly difficult due to the toughness of the net and its weight.

Catch and Release - the rear end of the Retiarius is an anchor that can be launched at the environment and others to latch onto or wrap around them with a glowing chain, allowing for either rapid movement towards enemies or around the battlefield.

Backlash - if somebody is in contact with the Retiarius or caught in its nets, any damage that Tzi experiences will be distributed between him and them.

Equipment: A portable grill; diary.

Trivia/Other: He is very well-versed in the cooking world (much to anyone's surprise), but can be incredibly critical of other people's cooking. He might've even been considered connoisseur if his descriptions were more flowery. He does however, have a stubborn streak over spicy foods (he likes them, but really can't handle the spice).

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Esther von Degraff

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Esther managed to catch the princess' order even as she was kicking her wind blades towards the rocs, simultaneously dodging one of two who descended and tried to grab her with their claws. She took a short glance at the church she pointed at, and realized it would indeed be a better place for her to strike. This building was simply not high enough for her to get an accurate strike at the rocs circling in the sky. However, she then heard Regina arguing against it, saying that the plan was terrible. Ooh, this isn't the best time for that! she thought to herself as she took cover against another roc. They couldn't afford to be divided at a time like this! In the end, she decided to follow the princess' order as she was their leader after all.

"Kreeeeeeek!"

One of the rocs swooped down towards her position. She decided this would be the best time to move. So right before the roc connected to her, she switched her vessel to its normal state and used it to do a long and fast leap towards the well. She then grabbed the rope there, somewhat struggling to pull it out as she wasn't really that strong physically. To make matters worse, the roc from before followed her and descended upon her once more. She quickly summoned her wind barrier, bracing for impact as there was nowhere she could hide in a wide open space like this.

And the impact was strong indeed.

At contact, Esther could feel the sheer force of the roc weighing down on her. She could feel the ground cracking beneath her boots as she gritted her teeth, channeling all her strength to maintain her barrier. They had a contest of strength, even for a short while as soon enough, their battle ended with Esther being thrown to the ground and the roc's flight path being redirected away from her. It crashed to a nearby two-store building, destroying what was left of the bricks and stones making the building. This would be a perfect opportunity for her to counter attack, but unfortunately, she was now laying down on the ground, her entire body aching from the blow.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to recover, as she soon got up, grabbed the rope, and leaped towards the top of the church from the outside.

"H-here's the rope!" she shouted as she threw said rope to the top of the city hall after she was up top, kicking it a great distance using her vessel. She then grabbed the tip and tied it on the nearest available pillar she could find, with her hands still shaking from the attack she just received. Then, she took cover behind it, as she tried to calm herself and her wildly beating hard.

T-that was close! T-too close!

[Assistant]
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Regina heard the responses of her fellow cadets and couldn't help but frown in disappointment and adjusted her glasses. Battle experience or not, relying on such a flimsy plan with a low chance of success and relying specifically on the birds getting the right angle and height at the right time without any indication of some kind of contingency was not good in her book. Even less so when it showed that Gradon made a point of being "Imperial Cadets." In the end, it didn't matter. Imperial cadets or no, Princess of not, leader or not, their plan had a lot of holes in it. So much so, that Regina felt any other plan was better than this one. After all, her father told her that no plan ever survived contact with a hostile, or anything really.

However, before Regina could make any other arguments in her fearful state, she noticed Esther start to make her movements. Immediately, whatever reservations that Regina had were gone as well as any physical sign of fear. Instead, her mind went toward saving her comrade from the high-risk low-potential to work plan. Despite the rocs outside and the arguments of any of the cadets Regina bolted outside the door, sprinting past Althea who was near the door in what could be a dangerous speed for indoors. It was only thanks to her agility that she did not get hurt, but right now she only had one priority in mind even if anyone else didn't know it. On the way, she barely noticed Szeren firing her light crossbow at the Rocs.

She watched, sprinting, as Esther battled the Roc. Regina was not as quick as Esther with her wind magic, which was why she was behind. The battle ended with Esther on the ground and the Roc crashing into a nearby building. It would not be long before the Roc came back to its senses and further pestered them. She heard the sound of Rocs screeching and already knew that one of them found her and would either be swooping in for its skinny meal or about to be. On the other hand, the Roc on the ground needed to be taken down and this was the best time to do so. Regina made a snap decision to stop, aim down the sights of the rifle quickly and pull the trigger out in the open with a snapshot. The shot may not even connect with the downed Roc, but Regina was ready to meet her fate whether that was to keep running or to be in the stomach of a Roc.

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World's End Strait

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Ires looked up when Regina manifested her disapproval of the plan. "I understand that each of us has different views and experiences. Trusting one another might not be so easy as well. But we cannot afford to be divided so easily," the Princess appealed to Regina as the others began to put the plan into practice. "Even if that's not the best option, that's a hardship we chose as a group," she pointed to the others as they already mobilized themselves to actualize her plan, "Are you with us or not?"

Ires noticed that some of the others also showed reluctance, or perhaps disdain, for their strategy, but the time was running short. They couldn't exactly get any more delays. "I hope everything goes as planned," she thought as she followed Gradon, right after another of the rocs swooped by.

Meanwhile, "Alright, now it's time to put this show on the road!" Viola said as she followed Tzi and Esther, taking care of their rearguard. The heavily armored girl seemed quite psyched up once they decided upon a plan and followed it to the best of her ability. Right on time too as another of the roc swooped by with its razor claws.

"Oh no, you won't!" Viola shouted as she rebuked it with her shield.

The roc was quite literally thrown off of its course, struggling to retain its flight, beating its wings in an ungraceful manner as it tried its best to not touch the ground. In the end, the bird managed to pull back, freeing the space for Esther to execute the Princess' maneuver.

Viola followed Esther to the tower and helped her prepare the rope. "Have you even hear about the Knights of Legends? I've always found it interesting but never thought I'd be on their place someday... kind of," she added while taking a hold of the rope, after all, they clearly couldn't trust the walls to hold it.

After Ires reached her destination, she waited for Gradon to come and take the other end of the rope along with her. As soon as they were done with this step, their plan relied only on Leblanc's ability to look like an appetizing treat to the gigantic birds. Which, she probably was quite capable of; what with her... physique, and outfit, and... "What, in the Goddess name, am I thinking at a time like this?"

[Assistant]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : World's End Straits]]

"Is this really the time for changing course?" Leblanc called out in blunt deadpan, brow twitching with an irritation gnawing at her adrenaline fueled enjoyment of hectic events. On the very cusp of letting loose without any need to pull her punches before a live audience and they just had to bicker about it. If Esther and others didn't go through their portion then she'd have been liable to throw her hands in the air and storm off.

Not that the Rocs had any intent of allowing the woman standing idle in the open any such opportunity, and it was not long at all before the Bait found a taker eager to sink it's talons into her exposed flesh.

"Incoming-" She erupted from the square with the avian menace altering its descent to pursue as her hands clutched the taut rope stretched overhead and spun herself end over end with her momentum. A glance to either side assured her that the more physically inclined were bolstering the support the structures with their own strength and she hoped her acrobatics wouldn't prove as distracting for them as the rapid movement would be to the approaching Roc. "Pardon me. Just baiting the line."

Seeing the Roc soon to strike Leblanc released the rope and shot herself skywards over the passing bird whose snapping beak found only empty air while a braided rope struck it's it's over-extended neck. Where it human, the rasping noises of a desperate desire for air may have actually done something to heighten Leblanc's blood lust, but alas this was the peak of her enjoyment. Twisting herself as though a screw, her feet faced the sky as her body drove downwards upon her prey, knife brandished to silence the ungainly caws with a blade shoved through it's eye and into the Roc's brain.

A waste of a perfectly good eye as a trophy, but there was still the twin to dig out if they so desired.

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Tzi Ti'amtum was having fun.

It wasn't really a rare occurrence, but the muscular young man thought that being dive bombed by giant birds (even if they were really just little bird tots and thus not big enough to really be a super giant bird) was a new and exciting enough thing that he just had to mention it. The islands didn't really have anything that huge to fight or hunt, and none of the blokes in the port towns would've gotten the chance to even see something bigger than a pelican. So being able to get a chance to not only see so many of them in flight, but to also fight them mano-a-mano so that his pals' plans could bear fruition, was something that got the blood pumping.

A bit distracting though, he had to admit to himself as he ducked underneath sweeping claws, awkwardly parrying the attack with his trident as blood rushed past his ears. He needed to step up his game. Otherwise they wouldn't be having dinner.

Right, just gotta aim for the wings ...

His trident glowed with power as the anchor detached once more, this time rocketing through the air with a loud bang as it stabbed into the left wing of an unfortunate, diving roc. Red splattered from the wound, but the anchor had successfully impaled itself into the flesh, and the magical chain was tangling up around the wing and into its meat and bones. Tzi grinned. That was one bird caught.

The tall youth pulled with considerable strength, swing his trident downwards in an attempt to pull it to the earth. Any other birds around it would find one of their brothers swinging towards them. He wasn't going to just pull one roc, not when he could try and bludgeon a few more of them on the way down.

He hoped birds could recognise the smell of their own blood. If it did, he'd successfully grab more of their attention.


[System]
Age : 19

Gender : Female

Appearance/Looks :

5'9" | Usually in high-end fashion items from head to toe | Immaculate hair, skin, nails and make-up | 34-25-36"

Species : Elioud

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual

Likes : Men | Fashion | Luxuries | Traveling | Order | Diamonds | Shopping | Nightlife |

Dislikes : Dirty Things | Messes | People who stand in her way | Religion | Being overshadowed |

Bio : Born in the richest town of Israel to petrol company owner Ruhann Hassan and his wife Nourah, Nejmah is the first born child of the couple and the older sister of Reyhna Hassan. She had been a highly anticipated baby, and though her father had been disappointed about finding out he was having a heiress instead of a heir, one look at his breathtakingly beautiful baby girl and he was smitten. Nejmah grew up spoiled and being a Daddy's Girl, favorited over her sister for being the firstborn. She expressed her desire to enter the world of pageants at five years old, and at that age she became Mini Miss Israel, thus also developing an ambition of joining the modeling industry. By the time she was thirteen, Nejmah had shelves of won crowns, graced the cover of many prestigious magazines, strolled down the catwalk of well-known Israeli designers and been the face of fashion campaigns, all the while keeping excellent grades.

At the age of fourteen, the Hassan family moved to the United States for business purposes, and it didn't take long before Nejmah was at the top of the high school social pyramid in the private academy her sister and her had been enrolled in. She took a break from modeling and became a cheerleader, doing her job so well that she was named captain in her junior and senior years. Though she maintained a snobby, spoiled, party-girl reputation, she was voted Prom Queen at her Senior Prom.

Regarding her supernatural origins, Nejmah's father was a Nephilim, product of the mixture of an angel father and a human mother. He, in turn, fathered a child with a human woman, thus making his offspring Elioud. Nejmah was born with the characteristic Elioud and Nephilim trait of six fingers and toes on each hand and foot, but her parents had them removed shortly after birth. The name of her soulmate tattooed in Hebrew on her wrist and the date on Roman numerals was also something she'd been born with, but despite her parents' many attempts to remove the mark, it had been useless work. Traits coming from her divine blood are her exquisite beauty, fast healing, slow aging and extraordinarily long life span.

Occupation : Professional Top Model (you may have seen her in a magazine or on the high-end catwalks on TV)/College Student majoring in International Public Relations

Country of Origin : Rehovot, Israel

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : Skepticism and disbelief. Nejmah does not believe in love or anything of the sort. She is highly selfish, so to her, the most important things in life are herself, her family and money.

Soul mate:

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Amena watched the street lights pass as the taxi driver complied. She sighed softly, thinking about her soulmate. Alexey. She definitely had no clue what this man even looked like, but the name was definitely more on the Russian persuasion. It was strange how just one name could make her insides flip in anxiety. How one date, this day, could make her so figity. Yet, she had everything to lose with this one name and one date. Her soulmate could make or break her love life.

That was the one thing she did not like about this soulmate situation. He controlled one aspect of her life without even being in her life yet. She shook her head and leaned back into the seat. The taxi came to a slow stop in front of a strange building. Tingles ran through her arm from her wrist and she knew he was close. She gave the taxi driver his pay and reached to open the door.

She didn't realize how close her soulmate was until someone opened the taxi door before her hand could touch it and she looked up. Her wrist went from a slight tingle feeling to a complete burning sensation and her stomache dropped when she saw his face. She stepped out and stood up in front of him, her blue eyes wide with nerves and curiosity, she smirked slightly as he spoke.

"You've got a cute accent. Keep it up" she replied. Her wrist still burned as she spoke so it only confirmed her assumption. "Though, your accent doesn't match your name, Alexey." He was quite handsome, but his clothes were quite casual formal for a bar scene. She looked back into his eyes and smiled softly.

[Assistant]
The azure blue '56 buick regal pulled into the empty parking space in front of the old building. Plastered on its wall was a poster, 'Live Music' and from inside came the unmistakable beat of some band being played badly. The hour ride was smooth and without incident adding a bit of ease to the dark haired driver. His hazel eyes looked round the street of the building. It was even less busy outside than inside. The only sign of life was two young women plastered with clown makeup, smoking off to the side. Sebastián slipped his hand into the back of his pocket, finding a folded piece of paper and opened it.

Solenne Nocturne

6 Delancey St

He glanced down before looking up at the numbers displayed on the front of the place. The numbers matched the same numbers on the piece paper. " *Avas," He spoke softly as pulled the keys out of the ignition, pocketing both the keys and paper back into his pocket. This as one place he did not want to be but there wasn't a lot of choice.

A few hundred years ago, a non-aggression pact was made, as long as none of the gypsies interferes with the vampires business of New York. The gypsies were allowed to stay. However, any supernatural gypsies that steps foot, had to come forth to the vampire Elder. It has been two days since they're arrival to the city with the tribe. Another day more would had been insulting and would be the beginning of a unwanted conflict.

Jovanka looked over at her brother and then over at the building and turned to her brother once more. Jovanka did not want to come, she wanted to be among her people. Back at home, it was rough but it was safe. She parts her lips to speak only to be hush by the older sibling. "*Pen, I am here. It will not be long, we go inside, introduce to the *moolo and we will be back with the tribe."

There was silence from Jovanka as she paused and looked thoughtful, before smiling, she opened the door as she slid out of the car. Sebastián walked over to her, sliding his arm through Jovanka's, partly as a show of brother's affection, but mainly so he could pull her from harm's way. The two headed inside, in search of the vampire.

To say the place was in dire need of a refurnish was an understatement. The area was too closed off, causing little to no space for the growing crowd. Sebastián cursed silently to himself as he felt the nails of his sister dig into his arm. To the average eye, it was a swarm of people out for a fun night. To Jovanka, it was burning turmoil as she avoids the contact of the passing patrons.

Jovanka felt the muscles of his arm tighten, tensing of the discomfort that she reflecting upon him. " Estaré bien, Sebastián."

Sebastián nodded, looking out at the singing man on stage absently before he pushed his way into the crowd, seeking to find a vampire for assistant, with his sister in toll.

*Come
*Sister
*the devil in possession of a corpse
* I will be fine

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And so… The date has finally arrived.

 The day had passed by normally for Nejmah Hassan: rise and shine at 6 AM, beauty routine, two-hour work-out, breakfast, photo shoot for Allure magazine, dress fittings for Alezzia Rosseau's new evening gown line and just enough time to grab a quick dinner before getting ready for Solenne Nocturne's concert in the evening. The tickets had been a gift from a friend; an events correspondent for Allure magazine who couldn't attend the event because of previous commitments, and had asked Nejmah the favor of attending the show and give her honest opinion on it. Nejmah had willfully agreed and invited the guy she was seeing to be her date to the concert, but she'd changed her mind at the last minute and made up an excuse for her to go alone. The 24 year-old Australian lead model of the new Hugo Boss line and Nejmah had been talking for a few months now (and the tabloids had been making a field day about it), but they were nothing more to each other than a distraction until they found someone worth their time.

 During the shooting, the photographer had jokingly complained that she was lacking her usual spark, and that she seemed distracted. The truth of the matter was that she was distracted. No matter how hard she tried, Nejmah couldn't put to rest the thought that today was the date that had been inked on her wrist since birth. It was today that she was destined to meet her soul mate, the man whose name had been permanently branded into her skin. Though she had always been skeptical about it (hell, she hadn't even fallen in love with anyone in her life!), there was no doubt that there was a growing sense of anticipation and nervousness in her.

 What if the myth was true? It wouldn't be the first time that an urban legend was proven to be real. It had happened with vampires, werewolves, witches, and even with her own kind; they were considered figments of a creative imagination up until they came out of hiding and made the humans understand that they meant them no harm (unless they attempted to harm them first, of course). But admitting that the tale of her tattoo was real would mean that the man whose name she had on her wrist would be the person who was destined to be her forever. What was the point in being tied to someone for the rest of your life when there were so many people left to meet? The level of skepticism in Nejmah was high, but deep inside her the reason why she had remained single for this long had been just in case the myth wasn't as fake as she thought it was.

 A half hour before the concert, Nejmah was flagging down a taxi in front of her apartment in the Upper East Side (a coming-of-age gift from her father). Thankfully, the concert hall wasn't far from where she lived, but walking there with heels would be suicide. During the ride, Nejmah noticed that a small burning sensation was coming from her tattoo. A little wave of panic swept through her. 'Shit… Does this mean that today really is the day?' Nejmah thought to herself, a worried scowl peeking in her beautiful features. But before her mind started racing and building up a variety of scenarios, she had arrived at the concert hall.

 The line to enter was ridiculously long, but the benefits of having VIP tickets were that you got to avoid precisely that. So Nejmah walked directly to the front of the line, presented her ticket and was allowed inside in an instant. The people in the line groaned and muttered as she went in, but Nejmah paid them no attention and haughtily made her way to her seat, the tail of her black, long-sleeved mermaid gown trailing behind her.

 Nejmah's seat was in the center of the third row, which gave her a perfect view of the stage. Not long after she had taken her seat than a very handsome young man stepped up, which she assumed was the man of the hour Solenne Nocturne. He gave a quick introduction, then did something that left Nejmah and quite a few other people speechless. He closed his eyes as if focused on something, then his figure began to blur and divide until there were four other copies of himself, each of them dressed in a different outfit. 'I wonder what type of supernatural he is...' Nejmah thought to herself, still wide-eyed at what she'd just witnessed. Meanwhile, Solenne and his copies had already assembled themselves in their respective positions and we're ready to begin the show.

 The whole concert hall went the type of silent in which you could hear if a needle hit the floor after being dropped. As soon as the first notes of the piano started to play, Nejmah was instantly captivated, and the little burns coming from the ink on her wrist were quickly forgotten. The music that began was harmonious, beautiful and in perfect synchronization. It was a delight to her ears, which was evident in the beaming white smile that spread through her red-painted lips.

 Soon after the music gained momentum, the burning sensation in her wrist became more intense, until it was downright painful. Gritting her teeth, she impatiently looked around, knowing that the source of this pain had to be near. Her eyes fell on a couple who was making their way through the crowd of people in the back, and when her eyes focused on the man holding the woman's arm, the tattoo suddenly burned Nejmah's wrist like a hot branding iron.

 She let out a little whimper of pain, but turned to look at the inked name that was now glowing brightly against her skin. As soon as her eyes had gone off the man, the burning subsided a little, but when she looked back at him it returned full blast. She had to do that a couple of times for the shock to leave and for the reality to sink in: the stories had never been a myth after all.

 Nejmah didn't really know when she decided to, but before she knew it she was standing up and blindly making her way to where the man was now standing, each step that she took towards him making her tattoo burn more intensely. When she was behind him, she gently tapped his shoulder and waited for him to turn around.

"Are you my soulmate, sir?" Nejmah asked politely, waiting for the man's amswer. Strangely, there was no pain in her wrist anymore.


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Appearance: Lei Dao stands at 6'10, and his beard is roughly one and a half-feet long, and his long hair is often worn in a neat top knot.

Race: Human
Age: 25
Adventurer Class: Crusader
Adventurer Level: Trainee
Mundane Skills: Prodigious strength and endurance, horsemanship, Polearm training (glaive), swordsmanship, martial arts training, First aid training, armor smithing/care, tactics and strategy.
Magical skills: AOE healing, AOE buffs and minor self enhancements.
Personality: Serious and rigid, Lei Dao is as sharp and cold as the blade of his glaive. He is studious and austere, and holds himself to high standards. Those same standards, he does not set for others, as he does not believe that he has the right to force his beliefs on others. Behind closed doors however, Lei often lets more compassionate and human side show. He is a poet, an artist and scholar who enjoys more mundane pursuits more commonly associated with housewives. His choice god is Yunchung, The Soldier General God of Tactics, Brotherhood and Martial Prowess.
Bio: Lei Dao Wang was the second son a family of three children. His father had been a war hero in the kingdom of Hanguo, and with his prestige, ensured that his sons would have the best education they could. Lei Dao studied and trained hard, emulating his father as best he could. He joined the order of Yunchung at the age of sixteen, and began training in the divine mystical arts. When Lei Dao was twenty, his father pulled the three brothers into his study and revealed that Lei Dao and the youngest brother were adopted. They would not be eligible to inherit any of the father's property on his death. That same day, the three adopted brothers swore an oath of brotherhood. The oldest would stay at the house and manage the household, while the other two brothers were to go on journeys to become able retainers for their sworn brother. Lei Dao joined the Adventurer's Guild for that reason. As wandering warrior and scholar, Lei Dao had fought and studied with the best and brightest, and was searching for new ideas. Taking a ship to Argonia, he was promptly defeated by another wandering warrior, a swordsman employed in the Adventurer's guild. The defeat and the foreign culture shocked the Crusader, who joined the guild shortly after his defeat. At the beginning of his trial, he had joined the guild for about a two month, and is still only able to speak the local language with a heavy accent.
Equipment: A Glaive that weighs 40 lbs and heavy armor.

[User]
The city of Dragoncliff lies on the eastern shore of the land of Argonia. It is the largest city for hundreds of miles in any direction, but even it can't compare with the great coastal cities of the North or the plains cities of the west.

Its name comes from the fact that eight hundred years ago a small city which was here was attacked by a great Dragon. The people tried to fight it off, but in only weeks what was left of the populous were forced to flee from the nightly onslaught. The dragon settled in what was their amphitheater, built near the cliff so that the sea and the rising sun could be the backdrop for the plays held there. For the next several hundred years other dragons settled there, laying eggs and increasing their number. The people tried to fight them back and reclaim the area, but they rarely slew more than a few per generation.

Then, nearly three hundred years ago, the Adventurers Guild decided to put an end to the pointless slaughter of the nearby people. They gathered an army of over one hundred adventurers and laid siege to the Dragon's nests. For weeks they fought, funded and resupplied by the local Lords and Kings and, when they were done, it was the few surviving Dragons that fled the city.

The Adventurer's Guild wanted to ensure that the area would remain protected, so they built a training facility around the amphitheater where the largest of the Dragons had made its nest and where its body now laid, slowly being harvested for anything of value. There they stationed some of their strongest members and used the money made from the sale of the Dragon parts to build a great wall, marking off an area for a new city to be built. In time the city grew, thanks to the fame they had won and its strategic location along the coast.

A group of Trainee Adventurers now gathers within that same amphitheater, where briefings for the larger missions were held and where lectures were given to those that came here to learn. Now, at high noon, an old Wizard walked onto the stage. Standing directly center, beneath the skull of the Dragon that once called this very spot its home, he motioned for those gathered to be quite. When the noise died down, he spoke.

"Greetings, I am Bendis, of the village of Ironcliff, to the North. I trust that if you are here then you have been assigned to Blue Group for your testing. Assuming that is true, I will now tell you what you need to know to assure that this mission is a success. First, the reason we were assigned this mission and not another is because I am the one who hired to guild to take it in the first place. My village was attacked by bandits and our protector, my brother Demis, Crusader of the god of metallurgy and the forge, Seril, could not protect us."

"Normally a skilled Crusader, even one that was sixty-five years old could have stood against mere bandits, but they had hired a Priestess to aid them, one who served the dark god of torment, agony, and torture, Vrediln. She killed my brother, then the bandits killed my son, who went to fight beside his uncle, and, when we refused to hand over our valuables, my wife. I gave them what they wanted and they left. The next day, after my wife's funeral, my grandson and I left for Dragoncliff to be trained as adventurers. That was eight months ago." He wiped a tear from his eye. "My grandson had wanted to take my brother's place as Protector of our village. It saddens me to think of the circumstances of his advancement to the position."

"He is in the village now, but we pooled the money we earned as Adventurers to hire the Guild. When the only Adventurer we attracted was a priestess of the harvest goddess Leall, one who had fallen for my grandson as they trained here together, I feared that we would not have our Justice. Three days ago, however, the Guild's dispatcher told me that I would be allowed to lead a group of trainees on this mission." He stood up straighter, as if he was trying to emulate a leader. "Now, are there any questions?"

[Assistant]
The twins had filed up with the rest of the trainee adventurers. It hasn't been long since they entered the Adventurer's Guild which explains why they haven't moved up yet. They didn't mind though, they had to work hard to get somewhere and there was no shortcut to becoming a professional. While no one was talking yet, Vince looked at his sister before asking, "Has there been no important messages from Lady Ju'tai?"

Celestia shook her head. "The only thing that she does is ask me questions about how we are doing and if we are learning things here." Was her reply, prompting his brother to groan in reply. He thought that there was some ulterior motive to this whole 'join the guild' thing. Maybe there wasn't and the Lady simply wanted them to learn more about the world rather than being stuck at that occult shrine. He wanted to know more about it but then they were all silenced by an old man standing beneath the skull of the dragon who had once claimed this city and that very spot its home. It's dead now, obviously.

The old man claimed that his name was Bendis and began recounting the tale on why they were hired for this job. It was a sad tale as this man lost almost everything dear to him. His brother, his son, his wife and his valuable, leaving him only with a wrecked village and a grandson. They wanted justice. Upon the mentioning of Vrediln, the twins visibly tensed up. The God of Torment, Agony and Torture. He was one of Lady Ju'tai's enemies. Ju'tai may have been the mistress of darkness and stealth and may have wanted sacrifices but she was never as evil as the other gods and goddesses. But she despised Vrediln the most. Legend says that the two fought and almost everything was taken from Ju'tai, it was a truly horrid tale.

Back to the matter at hand, so they were supposed to kill all the bandits, including the priestess. It was perfect. Vince thought that this was the reason to why Ju'tai sent them to this place. To help slay the priestess of her enemy. Celestia thought that it was too. She didn't care about bringing justice to the old man; she simply wanted to do what was right for her goddess. Vince raised his hand, "Is it safe to assume that you know of the whereabouts of these bandits?" It was a basic and obvious question. Should the old man not know about the place, they would have to spend hours upon hours trying to search for them. It was simply a waste of time.

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The Tall figure stood within the group, towering most of the others, and was clad in steel armor and green silk. On his head he wore a green cap, which held his bun in place, and his handsome face sported a long, smooth beard. In his right had, he held a large glaive with the blade pointed downwards. His name was Lei Dao Wang, Crusader of Yunchung.

Lei Dao stroked his long beard, his anger rising at the old man's tale. Lei Dao was still new to Argonia, and the Gods were still new to him, but his patron, Yunchung, would have smote the priestess of this Vredlin. Scowling deeply, Lei Dao stopped stroking his beard, and pounded his fist against his chest.

"Justice shall be yours, by my blade and skill your brother shall no not go unavenged." Lei Dao said, his voice as deep and rumbling as a brooding storm.


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Actual Age: 32
Gender: M
Race/Faction: Human/NYPD
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 pounds

Bio:
Edmund, or as he prefers to be called, Eddie ain't got much of an exciting story going for him. He grew up in the Bronx, got into scrapes with other kids, and attended classes. He didn't see Pop much, due to the fact he was constantly on patrol to combat the endless crime of the Big Apple. Harlem Racketeers, traffickers, the Families you name it, Eddie's dad saw them all, and told the crazy stories to his boy when he was able to see him. Pops told Eddie about the odder cases, such as the victims found with weird bites, or witness reports about something like a bipedial bear prancing about.

Needless to say, the old man left a mark on the boy. As he grew up, Edmund dreamed of becoming a cop like his old man and cleaning up the crime that engulfed the city. After progressing through the academy, Eddie paid his dues as a grave-shift patrol officer and worked his way to working as a detective.

Course all stories don't have happy endings. As he was returning to his squad car, which was currently engaged in a stake-out, with a baker's dozen of doughnuts, he saw his partner Louis Maroni torn up with weird gash-wounds and even bite-marks. It was a tragedy to both him and the department. His supervisor, blamed Eddie for not being there with his partner and reassigned him to, what his fellow officers referred to as, the 'Siberian Peninsula'. All the cases that were deemed too odd, and not worth the time of the normal squad were shuffled there. Here he was assigned to be teamed up with a strange new officer as his partner, while they handled these new cases.

Personality: Eddie is a by-the-book cop, who performs all of his work seriously, even the 'Siberian Cases'. He's a dependable member of the force, who always has the back of his fellow officers.

Powers: Mental fortitude; crackshot with hand-guns and hand to hand expert with a stake; has extensive knowledge regarding supernatural creatures; knows where the Original Ray's Pizza is; refined sense of sarcasm; always carries a pack of smokes on him, alongside a wooden stake, vials of holy water, and his gun is filled with silver bullets.

Other: Partnered with Sleepy

[User]
Norman Perry walked along the busy New York streets. Even at this hour car and cabs were racing by, only stopping for the occasional traffic light that turned red. The wind from the passing cars was a bit cold. The cold really didn't bother Norman, he was just annoyed by the fact that the wind made it increasingly difficult to light a cigarette. The flame finally held in a moment of peace, when no cars passed by. Norman continued on his way, the orange tip of his cigarette leading the way. The young vampire almost lost his train of thought because of 'the cigarette incident'. How could he forget? Vampires and Werewolves had been dying left and right. At first he was annoyed, almost angry, because of this. Was there a war brewing? And he wasn't invited? This was however not the case. Then there were two options left... Either he wasn't hit yet, because he wasn't consider worthy to off or because whoever was behind this was scared. The former made him angry, the latter however made him smile. Norman had given the issue a lot of thought and came up with nothing of substance. Letting the thought go, he continued on to The Zone.

After a short walk, and another 'cigarette incident', Normand arrived at The Zone. One of the most exclusive establishments in the city. He walked op to the bouncer, "Norman Perry". The bouncer checked the list, nodded, murmured a welcome and let the vampire past. The Zone wasn't the kind of place Norman usually would hang out. There was a little bar in Manhattan, just as exclusive as this one, called "Bloody Hell" where he liked to pass the time. That bar had however been raided by whoever or whatever was killing off vampires. Let's just say the Bloody Hell was turned into a bloody mess. He didn't really care for the patrons, it was more that the whiskey they had was exquisite. Norman made his way to the bar and immediately spotted the small girl sitting there, Anya. He nodded at her as he arrived at the bar. The Zone didn't have the assortment of whiskeys that the Bloody Hell had. He ordered a beer and took the stool next to Anya.

"Hi, what's the plan?", Norman asked. Normally he was only invited to something if there was a job involved.

[Assistant]
A ceiling fan slowly rotated overhead, barely blowing onto the long table down below. The room had once been lavish, the far wall lined with various alcohols, the table itself a mahogany piece, but the atmosphere felt too solemn to enjoy any luxuries.

Bastian entered, locking the door behind him. Strolling forward, he placed a singular pizza down onto the table, one piled with toppings and tasting strongly of garlic. Normally meetings mandated larger amounts of food, but this was no such time; he only brought the pie out of formality anyways. The leader always provided food for meetings.

Taking a seat, he deeply inhaled a cigarette, and took a long stare over the room. Only a small handful present, though among them was Calava. It was no surprise his top enforcer was alright. Still, sitting nearby was the new member- Alissa. She was still a pup, learning the ropes. Bastian withdrew the cigarette, and exhaled a large cloud, sifting out from behind his teeth.

"I trust you're all aware of the nature of our meeting." he began, "So I'm going to cut to the chase. We have an assassin thinning our ranks, and I don't know if it's a human hunter, a turncoat from our own, or some vampire got too big for his fucking boots, but I want his head on a stick."

Gritting his teeth, he ground the butt into an ash tray.

"To make matters worse, we can't strike until we've confirmed his identity. If we strike the Blackbloods and it's a Human monster hunter, we waste resources and lives on a war while they're still hammering us. The other way around, and we're just drawing attention while the leeches laugh their asses off." the werewolf growled, momentarily gritting his teeth before composing himself.
"I've already contacted other cells, and told them to spread the word to all members. They'll pack heat and lay low while we settle things here. The initial panic is over, so we can focus on what's important."

"The rest of the meeting will be dedicated to the identity of our wannabe woodsman. Potential leads, areas of interest, and creating a spy network. Any questions?"

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"GodDAMNIT, Sleepy! I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork, and you two seem hellbent on givin' me more with every case!", Police Chief MacStache pulled a report out of the drawer and slapped it on the table, "I mean, what in the hell is this report supposed to be!? You ran over Kurt Cobain?"

"The shambling, bloodsucking corpse of Kurt Cobain, actually. Important distinction."

"I don't care if it was the Queen of motherfuckin' Sheba! It's bad enough that you two chucklefucks are takin' up valuable broom closet space, but you seem to think that you gotta waste the precinct's goddamn time while yer at it!"

"But that's what-"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S 'WHAT REALLY HAPPENED', YA BIG DUMB BASTARD!", He jabbed a finger at the report, "You really think the commissioner is gonna believe your reports!? I mean, look at this shit! 'Unfortunately, the body disintegrated during processing due to being left in direct sunlight'? Really? You think anyone's gonna buy that?"

"Well, yeah, it's a little hard to swallow, but-"

"Yeah, I know, I know. 'But that's what happened, Chief!' 'I dunno know what you want us to do, Chief!' 'That son of a bitch was askin' for it, Chief!'", MacStache looked down at his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath.

"Look, Sleepy, I know you and the kid are tryin' yer hardest. Hell, two of ya might just be the best damn beat cops this city's ever had, but I can't keep coverin' for ya, understand? I got a career ta think about, the wife and kids ta take care of...", he sighed, "I got priorities, alright? Just- try an' keep it normal, just 'till things blow over. Commissioner's been ridin' my ass about the Siberians lately."

"I'll do my best, Chief.", Sleepy mumbled. He fidgeted as he leaned against the wall, "Sooo..."

"Yeah, yeah.", MacStache grumbled tossed Sleepy a set of heavily-worn car keys, "Yer squad car is down at the impound lot."

"Thanks, Chief.", said Sleepy, catching the keys as he opened the office door.

"And quit usin' it to run things down!", the Chief grunted, "Fenders can't take it."

"No promises!", Sleepy called as he jogged out the door.

"Bastard.", MacStache grunted as he withdrew a flask from his desk's bottom drawer. His wife had told him to quit drinking, but hey.

No promises.

[Assistant]
It was just another day as usual on the force for Eddie Ben. Early today, as per usual Eddie attempted to request additional broom-closet space. It was cramped in the Peninsula with Sleepy, he had hardly any personal space in there. Of course, it was always denied, but Eddie hoped that one day, the Precinct would acquiesce his petition.

Ah well, at least he already finished up his report regarding that incident in the Queens. At least they didn't have to run him down and fuck up the fenders this time. And so was the situation they had now.

Eddie paced about in the interrogation room as he eyed a somewhat twitchy man who had cuffs locked on over his Chinese-knock off Donald Duck costume. The damn suit was glued on, and the fact he kept flailing around before getting put into the interrogation room didn't help any. Course, this bastard was going back to the Drunk Tank soon. But not just yet, as Eddie needed to get some information out of him while he was still fresh.

This town was a dying whore, and she was infested with crime. If this son of a bitch had even the slightest bit of information about higher crime lords, Eddie would get it. Eddie paced back towards the desk and sat on a backwards facing chair. He gazed into the soul-less eyes of that duck costume wearing man.

"Why were you in Chinatown?"

Nothing. The perp said nothing.

Eddie stared unamused before asking again, "Why were you in Chinatown?"

The suspect tapped his foot on the floor, as he glanced towards Eddie. Shaking his head the officer tapped on a manilla envelope. He was thinking of a different method to go about the interrogation. Perhaps it was the time to establish some common ground. He needed to get this bastard to think he wasn't his enemy. Then he could take that bastard down.

"So you like Donald Duck?"

The suspect, didn't do anything for a moment. He then shook his head from side to side before muttering out a slurred out "No." There was a bit of silence as Eddie observed the suspect. "Shays gud bucks fer -" The suspect grumbled out before hiccuping.

He had something to go off of.

"For what?" Eddie inquired.

Rolling his head back, the costumed suspect hiccuped again before his head slammed against the desk. Eddie stared at him for a moment. Well shit. The officer had no choice but to get him back to the drunk tank. He would need to wait for the bastard to sober up, before he could interview him some more.

Eddie walked out of the interrogation room as he waved over a fellow cop. "Hey, the perp needs to get back to the tank. Mind getting him back, I'm gonna take a smoke-break." Eddie reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette and started strolling towards the exit.

That's when he saw Sleepy charging out of the Chief's office, carrying the keys. Right, well Eddie guessed it was time for business. He walked towards his partner and spoke, "So what was the Chief on about? Think he'll call me in regarding the new report about that dwarf who eating those missing cats completely whole?"