[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Grade: Sophomore (10th)

Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrow

School appearance:

Fight Appearance:

Personality: She is shy and clumsy in the real world, but when the demons threaten her and her world, she gets serious and deadly.

Bio: She was raised in a strict home with not a lot of friends in her life, she grew to be shy and knew not how to interact with people. She has few friends now but mostly focuses on her studies and fighting the demons.

[User]
Kawano Hasumi

Current Location: School Campus

The whispers ceased, class begun and everyone opened their history textbooks. Each class they would have today would be introductory, their teacher taking the time to graze over the syllabus before diving into the various required texts. As expected, the start of their textbook began with a simplified overview of the start of the world, before delving into the creation of Japan--the Tenchikaibyaku, or in other words, the creation of heaven and earth myth. Ms. Kobayashi asked one of the students to read the text, and Hasumi listened with importance, flipping pages as the student stood and read out loud to the class. The creation of Japan was a dull topic, something that had been taught every year--as if they were beating a dead horse, but Hasumi took everything in. The past molded her. the fear of not listening consuming Hasumi.

Then, as if the world stopped, the classroom went silent. The student stopped speaking, and pages froze in mid air. What baggy clothes Hasumi was wearing soon grew lighter, like a comfortable form-fitting outfit, now hidden under a large black cloak. Around her waist was a series of assorted knives, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice by Hasumi. Somewhat confused, Hasumi looked around the classroom, noticing everyone had been frozen in time except the oddball she had noticed from before. Like Hasumi, Chiyaki was dressed in an odd garb, no longer in his school uniform and with a nasty whip at his side. Something had grabbed his attention, and before Hasumi could say anything, Chiyaki bolted out the classroom in search of what he saw outside.

A glance outside the window revealed a golden knight and a black clothed archer fighting abnormal monsters--demons. Looking down at her new clothing, Hasumi felt a calling to help them. It had been highly unlikely that she was given armor and several weapons to stand around, especially when Hasumi had her odd fascination with knives. Whatever force that had stopped time had wanted her to fight, rather than flee as Hasumi had done all her life. Pushing her chair back as she stood up, Hasumi made a dead sprint outside the classroom, soon reaching the main doors of the campus. Drawing two daggers free from their sheathes, Hasumi watched the battle carefully, wondering when would be the time to strike.

Of course, such a time would be now. Reaching backwards as far as her short arms would allow, Hasumi launched two of her blades towards the demons like a boomerang, cutting through several demons before embedding itself in a demon's pitiful attempt to block the flying knives. Dissipating into a bluish mist, the daggers returned to their sheathe as Hasumi charged forward, cutting into a demon that was more than double her size, reminding her of her abusive father. As if in a fit of rage and fear, Hasumi fought and fought, her blades slicing a swath through the demons' ranks until she was too deep within and surrounded by foes. A swift death may be coming, but Hasumi was fearless--her first time fighting back triggering something within her.

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@lantgreen@Xikari chan

[Assistant]
Monday, August 14th 2017, 10:29 AM

Where she had only had herself before, now there were three others fighting by her side. Two younger classmates it seemed and one older.

First it was just her and the golden Knight, which was totally okay with her. Maybe this was the knight in shining armor she didn't know she needed. But then, there was another boy, one with a whip and gauntlet. There was something different about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on, but seeing him, however green he seemed to be, gave her hope. Lastly but not at all least, was a small child like student with knives who was like a tiny Viper with her knives. When the brute and the armor created a small crater, she couldn't help but cringe, how was she going to cover that up??

Aiko, however surprised and in shock she was, was also very relieved. In the back of her mind she prayed nothing would happen to her new teammates on their first encounter, or ever, she couldn't bear the thought of losing another comrade. "Yes, they do get on my nerves, I do not tolerate demons, especially not when they are trying to destroy all that I love and care about!!" Aiko replied with all seriousness, but not aggression.

" now is not quite the time for introductions..." she shouted over the sound of them killing demons. "However, I'm Higs, Aiko! And I will be closing this Rift for us today!" With a dead series expression she lept up high in the ai, flip over the ever-shrinking horde of demons, and landed beside the rift. It was like a Terran reality and whenever One open nearby, time would stop, she wasn't quite sure how far the parameters were for time stopping, or if it's stretched all around the world. Which, logically, she doubted.

The purple and reddish tear before her, continue to let out a flow of minor demons, which she was no longer going to allow. She pulled a small paper Talisman from her thigh pouch on her right side and held it up in front of her between two fingers.

"By the Gods, Purge these demons from this world, close this Rift and unleash Thy fury!!" Like a throwing star, she threw the paper into the rift and at once it began to release a colored smoke. Slowly the rift began to close and the minor demons began to screech in agony. She would have done the sooner but it was hard to get in close with the onslaught of demons from before. Finally, she had her chance, the rift would close and the demons would suffer. "Now, while they're weakened. Now's our chance for an all-out attack!!" She notched an arrow and released, attacking relentlessly at the last few demons that were left.

[User]
Hercules was glad to be in fight against the demons, at least with someone other than his family. Now knowing he could perform this responsibility with people from his school, he's driven more to the fight. He continued he dance around a single spot, using this to keep the aggro on him. The fight didn't last long along with the archer, one showed up with a whip and shortly after another with knives.

His helmet wasn't good at observing his peripherals so he pretty much had to face a direction and anticipate what was behind him. As Hercules fought in his round clearance he was able to spot in the distance that the archer had left her post, but the two were performing well dispatching the demons with their own methods. He turned back towards the rift spotting the archer performing her own variation of a closing ceremony. The demons had ceased their summons, all was left was to dispatch the remaining few.

Without the risk of summoning more, and knowing for a fact that all that was left was what remained. He could start to have a little more fun with how he stayed the beasts. Using his shield to bash rather than block whilst stomping his boot on the head of a knocked over demon. His fighting style became a little more gruesome and less clean. Their numbers were dwindling down fast, Hercules slowed his movements and sat back a bit, observing the other three. Even though a couple demons would still attack him he had time to watch. The archer obviously had experience, but the other two seemed to follow their calling and accepted to the fight. If one was hesitant with the calling their skill would lack confidence, unlike these two.

[Assistant]
As Chiyaki continued in the fight, he noticed the third fighter dispatching the other demons with her knives. Now his "fever dream" turned into a full rock music video! He even took time to notice the archer's ritual that closed the portal that these demons seemed to continue spawning from. It appeared all that was left were the stragglers. Chiyaki felt he could relax now and go all out with his newfound power. A surge of confidence electrified him and he summoned his ability. Although he would not see it himself, his eyes began to glow brighter and it appeared his eyes were replaced with a brilliant blue flame. His perception changed again to slow time around him and his enemies' weak spots were shown once more. He readied his whip, but this time, small sharp blades began to protrude around it. Spinning with no effort he took out multiple targets with surgeon-like precision. His gauntlet glowed and he released a tremor punch on the ground, the force of which cleared the demons that surrounded him now lacerated into dusted bits swept away by the furious wind.

With the immediate threat around him gone, he removed his headphones. He saw the archer and the knight were finished though the knife wielder was still working on her share. He didn't want to hog any more kills, even if it was a dream to him. But ever still the polite one, he didn't want to get in the way and simply observed her finishing off the demons with finesse. However, when he took a closer look, he thought that she seemed familiar somehow. Yes, even through her cloak he could see the scars on her face. It was his fellow classmate from homeroom! He then wondered if the other two were students that he knew. He would either wake up before it ended or he would find out how deep this dream would go.

[User]
Kawano Hasumi

Current Location: School Campus

The battle was as quick as Hasumi's maneuvering through the crowd of demons that continued to exit throughout the portal. Hasumi had never fought since the day her father had assaulted her with a knife, and she kept her true feelings under wrap for years. Now, Hasumi was in her element, slithering like a viper within the mass of demons and executing them as she saw fit. Blades were tossed like boomerangs, and bellies were gutted as Hasumi finished off her batch of demons. With the help of those fighting alongside Hasumi, the demons were soon pushed back, yet they kept coming.

That was, until the archer closed the portals. Introducing herself as Higa Aiko, the archer used a paper talisman that eliminated the portals and soon weakened the demons. The fight had began to turn one-sided, with the hunters easily overpowering the demons that were not yet slain. As the battle drew to a close, Hasumi had became the designated "janitor"--in other terms, the remaining fighter. The knight and whip user stepped back as they finished their kills, watching Hasumi finish off her share of the demons. It was an easy task, as many demons were simply unable to focus on the tiny girl, much less make a promising attack against Hasumi.

When the final demon fell, Hasumi looked around for any sign of demons that might have remained from the flash assault. None had existed, and Hasumi deemed the battle won--until she noticed the towering knight in golden armor. Males in general were extremely taller than Hasumi, and his armor had made him appear larger, like a giant bear standing on its hind legs. Hasumi froze in place, clutching the daggers tightly within her hands as memories of her father continued to surface. Before anger had swelled within Hasumi, but the knight's large blade only served to intimate the small girl, invoking fear into a now cowering assassin.

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@lantgreen@Xikari chan

[Assistant]
Monday, August 14th 2017, 10:29 AM

After the ritual, she took out the final few demons around her and got to kick back for a second as the others took out their share of the nuisances. She was thinking to herself, this was nothing compared to what she had fought in the past. It was rather surprising that one of the major demons didn't show up. Aiko would have to show the newbies a thing or two before their next battle. Maybe she could teach the others how to close Rifts too? Or maybe it was something only her bloodline could do? The last thing that popped into her head was how they only had 5 to 10 minutes to get back to class before time started moving again, but she decided she would get to know the others before they needed to get back.

When the battle had finally ended, Aiko was panting sightly in excitement, an adrenaline rush, and a bit of exhaustion. She nodded to herself acknowledging that it was over. The sophomore looked at the faces of her comrades, none of whom she recognized, especially the tall one covering his face with a helmet. Her eyes rested on the small girl, from what she could tell, there was some fear in her, for reasons unknown, but the way she was looking at the golden Knight was concerning.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Aiko moved to the small girl and knelt in front of her like she was a child, not meaning to demean her. "There's nothing to be afraid of, we are all friends here." The older girl held her hand out for the other to shake, whilst doing so she turned her head to the others to ask, "We are all friends here, RIGHT?" Whether or not they replied she turned back to the girl, "I like your fighting style, maybe a little bit violent, but whatever works for you." Aiko smiled sweetly.


[System]
Tex's epic bad guys
Many details are withheld.
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Medium build, wearing the common white marine uniform with a long 'justice' cape draped over his back. Rigid features, a wide nose, strong square jaw, thin Caucasian eyes, thin cheeks, medium neck width. Roughly 5'9'' tall, and weighs about 160 lbs.

Personality: Arrogant, self centered, and cowardly.

Name: Zilto Juma

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Light build with very slender arms and legs. His facial features are sharp, and he has a long mane of beautiful blonde hair. He wears the standard navy uniform. Stands 5'8'' tall and only weighs about 130 lbs

Personality: Arrogant, a show off, easy to anger.

[User] As August headed towards the captain's cabin, he did not find any maps. He did find a desk with a chair in front of it, and a small white board to draw things upon. There was also a bookshelf with books about myths and other things, which was most likely used to keep the crew entertained. But essentially, there was nothing of specific interest on the ship. A man who owned a pirate fleet would certainly have some maps, but they were not on this ship.

[Assistant]
She could barely see as her mind faded in and out of consciousness, she certainly didn't know she was being carried around but soon enough she did understand the sensation of being sat down and even better yet….. food. Croma woke up just enough to catch the glimpse of salted meat it had a faint smell thus hinting at the fact it wasn't actually prepared, but in her hunger induced state of mind she couldn't have cared less. Grabbing the food and began to shovel the sustenance down her throat like a woman possessed, with one hand as the other still firmly gripped her sword. The more she ate the more her old self came back right down to that uncomfortable bloodlust that seemed to pour from her body, the swordswoman stopped and looked at Zypha her first instinct told her to try and open Kichi but she remembered already trying that before passing out.

"I am in your debt ma'am, " she finally said

[User]
The dancing man caught the den-den mushi with both hands, but despite the yelling coming from it, he shrugged and tossed it overboard. Then Abigail addressed him, to which he responded with a smile, while reaching into one of his pockets despite his handcuffs, and pulled out a small key. "Treant! Treant! He's the big cheese around here! Everyone knows Treant! He runs the slave trade, the slave trade! White swan Treant, with a bounty of 126 million berries! Ahaha!" With that, he unlocked his cuffs, and let them slam against the deck of the ship, rubbing his wrists slowly. "He's going to be very mad," He said, pulling a few wanted posters out of his deep right pocket. "They don't have a picture of him, but hey! Here it is," He said peturbed, throwing one of the wanted posters towards Abigail. He looked at the next wanted poster for a moment, and then back at Abigail, before smiling even wider.

"OH, I KNOW YOU! I KNOW YOU, ABIGAIL!" He shouted, dancing around happily.

[Assistant]
The man appeared to be happy, a bit on the other side of what the normal spectrum usually allowed, but that was surprisingly the majority for most of the people who called the sea their home. So Abigail didn't think much of it. The man was in chains and that was probably enough to justify just how eager he appeared to be. Silently she watched and listened as he explained who the man on the line was. "So he's a slaver then." The red pirate's eyes narrowed at the thought. Slavery wasn't something she was a personal fan of. The man was talking so she blinked and turned her attention back to the man as he started talking about a picture of Treant. "Oh. Well, that's a shame, but I'm sure we'll see him soon enough. I get the feeling he's not the kind of man who'd let anything play out otherwise."

Abigail opened her mouth, expecting for more to come out but she stopped mid-breath when she caught a glimpse of the posters. "Oh." Her hand tightened on her sword. "I see." She paused for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "By any chance are you just a fan hoping for an autograph?"

[User] "An autograph?" He rasped, stuffing the wanted fliers into his pocket, "That depends, kiddo. 15 million berries aint nothin' to be too proud of! But still, havin' yer face on a poster... Hmmm..." The man rubbed his chin with a smile and turned towards where Zypha had run off to, suddenly widening his eyes. "30 million berries is pretty nifty though, that Zypha is pretty interesting! Especially for a startin' bounty! What'd you two do to catch the attention of the government? Kill some marines? Hmmm?" The man bent his knees rhythmically and hummed to himself. "Regardless of whether I'm a fan or not, I don't, or rather can't, bring in pirates that have a pure heart!"

[Assistant]
August slammed his fist against the desk; he was in disbelief that there was nothing of value. "What kind of pirate crew doesn't have maps or treasure?" His finger danced through the books on the shelf. Sucking his teeth, he began to complain. "I can find books anywhere."

 Fletcher was planning to pocket most of his findings. What the female captain didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Fortunately, there was nothing for him to pocket saving him the trouble of lying. "How much do these books go for?" August picked a book out of the shelf; he blew the dust of it and began skimming through the pages.

"I'm really not going to anything for this," he said as he threw the book on the desk. Fletcher walked out back to the deck and chose to see how everything else was going.

[User]
Zypha watched as Croma ate and thanked her, ever on her guard just in case. Thankfully such guard was not needed despite the bloodlust as the woman thanked her for the food. "Don't thank me just yet, this crew was just a bunch of lousy crownies, I don't doubt the man behind this will try to get back his merchandise." Zypha looked Croma over more closely when she said merchandise, just to see what the slavers had almost had.

Croma was a pretty woman, slim and skilled with a sword, or scabbard in this case, as she never unsheathed her weapon during the battle. From what little she remembered of the other, non-crazy, prisoner was he had been somewhat of a blond pretty boy. In either case there was little doubt the two would have been worth quite a bit on the slave market. Even if they had managed to escape on their own, it would have been impossible for them to effectively pilot the large pirate vessel and they would have been captured again. It seemed that fate had decided her ship should arrive that day.

"Well, I'll expect you to pay me back for the food at least." Zypha added with a smirk. "Still, I am curious as to how you managed to fall into slaver's hands. Piss off the wrong type of people maybe?"

[Assistant]
"What? Why? What did we do?" Small pause. Abigail's eyes narrowed into two tiny slits towards the man. "There shouldn't be any berries for me at all. Period." She watched the man, hand on her sword. It was hard to tell if she should draw it or not. Was he a threat? She was sure of it. Was he going to attack her? If she tried striking first she had little doubt. Would he attack her anyways? That was where her problems lay. She just couldn't tell. "Personally I had nothing against the marines, but they struck first and when they did several of my..." She paused, because as far as social circumstances went she never liked exaggerating a closeness. "Working colleagues were killed. We just followed the marine's own rule and dealt them some absolute justice. If anything they should be sending us flowers for stopping Yami and his crew's corruption."

"Pure heart?" She looked around to see if there was anyone behind her. "Who? Zypha? Are we going to get off the hook because of Zypha, because I don't have any problems with that." It was tempting to nod enthusiastically at the idea, but a little voice in Abigail's head told her not to, and who was she to argue with that.

[User]
The man's smile disappeared and he begun walking towards Abigail with slanted eyebrows. "Blah blah blah, I've other things to do with my time! Where the hell do you get off lying about your piracy?" He asserted, summoning a small gavel in his right hand and patting it across his opposite palm. "Let yourself be judged by my Judge-Judge-Fruit! The truth will come forth regardless of the legitimacy of your words!" The man continued to approach abigail, patting the mallet in his hand against the air between them. It started to grow bigger, and bigger, changing color from a light green to a deep yellow, until it was blood red.

"It won't hurt if you're innocent!" He assured her, raising his hammer above his head once it reached the size of a small boat, nearly 4 meters in diameter. It was almost comedic to behold.

[Assistant]
Croma continued to eat ripping into the food till there was nothing left even taking upon herself to suck the bone a little trying to get what more nourishment she could and sighing in contentment, still hungry but it would tide her over for a while. Listening to the woman talk explaining her situation admittedly she didn't know anything about how she got in that cell as she merely woke up there. "I'm looking for the captain I wish to check something, " she said, her hand wrapped around the handle of Kichi "As well as pay them back for putting me in a cage" Croma finished picking at the plate making sure she didn't miss anything and leaned back.

"I don't know exactly how I got there all I remember is being hungry and passing out on my boat, then I wake up in the cell, " she recalls her ears perking up with Zypha mentioned paying her back and immediately remembered she had no money "I have no coin of my own but I will certainly try to pay you back"

[User]
Abigail almost took a step back, the stranger's expression had changed so quickly, but she managed to force her feet to stay anchored where they were. He talked a lot for someone who didn't have time. Why did they always talk so much when there wasn't time? By the time he stopped rambling on about judging her there was a mallet over his head, huge and ready to come barreling down on her like a giant's food over a red bug.

"Judgement?" Abigail's mind flashed. It danced around the man's words and she quickly came to the conclusion that anyone willing to allow their fate to be dictated by some relic, be it a god's or the devil's, could never be innocent. innocence wasn't something which came from some sky king's decree, but from the understanding of right, wrong, and the deliberate choice to act accordingly. "Screw you, and screw your judgmental cartoon mallet." She pulled out her blade and rushed at the man, fully intent on swiping at his chest before he could bring down the weapon.

"If I wanted to keep on serving some pretentious version of right or wrong I would've never left home!"

[Assistant]
As August walked back outside, he was stunned at the sight of conflict. He backed himself against a wall instinctively and kept his observation at a silent level. There was not much to infer from the battle. It looked like the crazy guy from before chose to fight one of the pirates.

 Relaxing his muscles, he kept watching the two fight. The crazy guy was equipped with this giant hammer; there was no telling where he had pulled that from. His opponent was a female pirate carrying a sword. Other than that, there was nothing August could speculate.

August decided it was better to view the people on board. Interfering wasn't going to help him in the slightest, and viewing the others might give him more of an idea of what he is temporarily stuck with.

[User]
"Don't worry about money, I'll figure out some way you can repay me." Zypha Got up and stretched her arms a little to relax her tense muscles. "For the moment you're free to tag along if you prove yourself useful." Zypha took a glance at the woman's sword to which she seemed very attached to.

"The name's Zypha, Zypha Celtus if you must know the full name and I...well became the captain of this small vessel quite recently." The events of their last landfall still haunted her a bit even though she was already plenty used to death.

"Well if you want to find the enemy captain he should still be knocked out over there, maybe you can get some answers from him. Well I better take one last look over there before we hightail it out of here. I am not about to get captured by slavers!"  Zypha gave the side of the cabin a sudden smash quite suddenly, the wood creaked a little.

Zypha turned and exited the cabin, turned back toward the ship only to see the largest hammer she had ever seen! "What in the Grand Line is that!?" From her vantage point she could really only see the hammer and not who wielded it and who was on the receiving end. With a quick curse, she made her way back on the vessel to see what was going on.

[Assistant]
The crazed man tilted his head from side to side as Abigail spoke. His pupils wandered like a pair of unbound marbles, ignorant of what the woman was saying to him. He didn't care about her excuses or moral contradictions! This was a courtroom now!

"Podium-" The man howled. Suddenly, a tube of mass, in the same shape of his judgement hammer, appeared under his feet and rose him up, letting abigail's sword strike it. Her blade went right through the 'podium' though, cutting it like cheese. "Ohoho~? You can cut my podium?" He mused, shrinking his hammer back down to a gavel-sized tool, and looking down at Abigail from his podium of power, "Let me assure you, my dear pirate," The man wheezed, pulling another wanted poster from his pocket and hanging it over Abigail's head.

"My judgement isn't pretentious or flawed!"

The poster showed a rather unflattering portrait of the crazed man sticking out his tongue and making a pair of 'OK' signs with his hands.

'Judge' Mathias
350'000'000 Berries

"We Shichibukai are a little smarter than the navy that's hired us!"


[System]
Element: Titanium

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hannelore is a tall Caucasian woman, tall and perhaps a little thicker in the middle than might be fashionable. She wears the latest business fashions. Her blonde hair is beginning to fade, but her blue eyes maintain their sparkle.

Powers: Hannelore Buchholz can, at will, turn her body into pure titanium. In this form, she has massive immunity from harm and possesses immense phyiscal strength, able to press up to 25 metric tonnes. However, she also had no feeling in this form, nor is she able to speak.

Weapons: Improvised from the environment.

Backstory: Hannelore Buchholz. College graduate, single, no children. Career woman. Broker at the Frankfurt Stock Exchange. Her ten-year plan has never included superpowers, though. That's a recent development, and as yet Hannelore is unsure what to make of it. Her life has been largely unremarkable up until now, it's time to decide whether or not it stays that way.

[User]
Mahmoud Nobakht

Mahmoud reclined in his chair, a puff of smoke from his cigar wafted in to the air as he awaited the reports from his informants. Mahmoud was a busy man, it took much time to maintain the secrecy and the fluidity of his organizations work. But these were not the reasons for his meeting today. There were other matter that Mahmoud had interest in. This informant was one of many who worked between the nations of the EU for Mamhoud, seeking out others that, like Mamoud himself, had certain powers. Powers that were of great interest to the crime lord.

"Mr. Nobakht, I belive I have some information that is of interest for you." said the informant, triumphantly reporting on his catch. "We have heard reports of a guy who hits up places in the EU, he robs places and when the cops come, place is frozen up. No one has been able to catch him, but I got someone tracking him and reporting back to me. If we're lucky we'll find him, but it might take a while; he never stays in one place understandably."

Mahmoud smiled and tossed some rubles at the Informant. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the moment?"

"Nowhere specific, but we suspect somewhere in Central Europe"

Mahmoud nodded his head, "You have done well"

Alessandra Guillory

Alessa's body shot up as she awoke, looking down to see she had fallen asleep studying again. She groaned before looking over to the clock and gasping. "Shit!" she screamed, grabbing for her backpack, only for her bags and homework to spill out all over the floor. Alessa groaned loudly before shambling to the floor to straighten out her papers. Once in order, Alessa bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her as she sprinted out of the apartment complex and towards the campus halls. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck not again. He's going to kill me if I'm late again." she muttered to herself as she made her way thought the living wall of students and into the hall.

Archaeology class had already began, the professor in the middle of a lecture on the alchemical artifacts of Islamic Egypt. As the pointer made its way to a primitive distiller, Alessa tried to sneak in unnoticed in the back row. It didn't work.

"Ah, late again Miss Guillory?"

Alessa groaned as she hid her face behind her purple backpack in shame. Not again, not again. Maybe buying an alarm would be a good idea, assuming she didn't accidentally kill anyone when she tried to plug it in. Alessa tuned into the dissertation on the Muslim Chemists. Chemistry, ugh, how she hated chemistry. Too much math, too much dangerous chemicals. Archaeology was safe, and just her kind of thing.

[Assistant]
Ra lifted up her eyepatch, looking at the mass amounts of scarring around where here should be. It was an ugly area of her face. And her eye had been damaged without any hope of repair. Stabbed and mutilated beyond belief. But, this wouldn't stop Ra from living life as best as she could. And with that she walked out of her dorm room, heading to the first class of the day she had.

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Fa sat on his bed. His first class wouldn't start for another twenty minuets. So Fa had a hood five minuets before he would have to leave for it. He thought about his sister. Her sweet blue eyes and lilac hair. How they had played as children. But that had been years ago. And Fa doubted that Ra looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her. But for now Fa had to prepare for chemistry class. An ironic class for someone like Fa. Francium.

[User]
The smell of chlorine wafted into Chloe's nostrils as she sat at the edge of the large, rec-center pool that she'd just spent the last two hours swimming in. She used to love the smell, but now she wasn't so sure. Chlorine had been the smell that hung in the air after she killed that poor guy, who had stalked her through the darkness after the party. Half of her wanted to run straight to the police station and turn herself in, but the other half doubted the police would quite believe that she had killed a man with her breath.
She took her feet out of the pool and halfheartedly dried herself. Sitting at the pool and thinking about that night wouldn't help her get over anything. It was an accident. Just an accident, she repeated to herself mentally, but she couldn't help the relief that washed over her when the smell of the swimming pool finally faded to nothing.

[Assistant]
Jan looked out at the New York sky line from his penthouse apartment enjoying his view as the sun reflected off the skyscrapers. He had enjoyed his time in Europe, but the banks were getting annoying with all the security measures that he had forced them to institute. Hopefully the American banks had not caught on yet to what had happened and were still easy enough to break into that he wouldn't need to reveal to much about himself to become rich.

He had been enjoying the currency exchange rate from Euros to the U.S. dollar which made him feel richer than he actually was, which meant that he had been blowing through his money faster then he probably should have. It was time for him to plan another heist which meant he needed a new crew as he had left his old one back in Germany. As he made his way from the living room back into his bedroom, he picked up his cell and shifted through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for.

"Yuri, listen I need you to put together a team for me in New York. I heard about someone that might be very interesting, I hear she is very flexible and can melt stuff. Track her down and recruit her along with maybe two more and of course don't forget to buy them all gas masks."

[User]
Tecumseh walked into his office and smiled as he saw that his intern had already made him a cup of coffee. It was black as pitch, and probably just as bitter though much less viscous, exactly the way he liked it. He sat down and started reading through his e-mails. He noticed one with the subject "Sweetest Teas" and glanced up to be sure his intern wasn't back yet from delivering the in-office mail for the day. He opened it and read it carefully, it was apparently a exactly what it was supposed to be, an advertisement for sweet tea, of various flavors, made by a popular tea brand. Few understood the cipher used due to it's reliance on highly personal events and experiences shared by exactly thirteen men, of which only eight were still alive. Even with the cipher, the information was vague at best, reports of a man in the EU that left his crime scenes frozen in place, hints of new leader in the middle east with a "fiery" disposition, a man found on the side of the street diagnosed with chlorine poisoning. He glanced up as he heard his intern coming back up the hall and erased the email. It confirmed his suspicions, he wasn't the only one with ... "elemental" qualities.
 Tecumseh filed the information away for later and dived into the day's work with his usual vigor. The day looked to be another busy one judging by the width of Sarah's smile. She was an undergrad student working on a history degree, so she could get a masters in Forestry and Resource Management. She was a bit of an idealist, and a naive one at that, but she worked hard and was very good at keeping things organized, something Tecumseh needed. She laid out his schedule for the day as if he were some big shot CEO, and he laughed at her performance. Sarah ignored him and continued with the day's events and then the major to do list for the week. Tecumseh sipped his coffee as he listened and then officially started his day, with a call to his senator about a bill going through the state legislature that could make his life as a resort owner and vacation planner much more difficult, just so a few rich men could widen their proverbial girths. Thankfully his senator had a personal stake in the matter, since the senator's current free family pass to the resort would become worthless if the resort was closed. As the Senator's secretary picked up, Tecumseh put the call on speaker while Sarah pulled an iPad and stylus out of her carryall and got ready to take notes.

[Assistant]
It was yet another day at the Stock Exchange, really. With a heritage dating back as early as 1585, the Frankfurt Stock Exchange was unquestionably one of the world's foremost financial institutions. Though the methods had changed over the centuries, the simple facts were the same- fortunes made and lost within moments, the financial word divided between the quick and the dead.

Outwardly it was the same for Hannelore Buchholz, a middle-aged woman married to her career. She was, as always, seated between Schumann and Nguyen, having orders barked to her by her boss Weisser. Billions of Euros she would never see or touch passed tantalizingly close before her, untouchable despite being only inches away on her computer screen. Pantsuit, earpiece, screen, it was all there, all comfortingly familiar.

But today things were a bit different.

Unnoticed beneath her desk, Hannelore was practicing with her free hand. It had been two months since she had figured out what she could do with her entire body, and she had spent a couple nights afterwards at the old railyard, cautiously lifting coaches when she was sure no one was around. But she was unsure of the extent to which she could control her transformation, and so here she was today. Her left hand out of sight under her desk, she tried to will it to turn into titanium- her left hand and nothing else. Her educated, orderly mind insisted on these tests, it was good to know her limits and capabilities as she searched for an actual use for this strange ability.

She concentrated, eyes squinting, brow sweating. Perhaps too much.

"Buchholz!" Weisser, her supervisor, snapped. Despite his dreamy expression and wooly cardigan, the old man always knew when someone's attention lapsed, even momentarily.

She automatically spun around, looking guilty and apologetic, as she had done a hundred times before. But this time was different, of course. She miscalculated her turn.

And her hand tore through the wooden desk without difficulty, simply the horrendous sound of wood splintering and tearing. Guiltily, she looked down to her left hand, only briefly taking in Schumann's open mouth or Nguyen's subtler arched eyebrow. She expected to see metal.

But instead, her hand was only flesh and blood.

"Frau Buchholz," Weisser said after a long moment, staring at the massive hole in the wooden desk. "Perhaps you might like to return home for the remainder of the day?" It was a rare display of charity from the unforgiving old man, doubtlessly brought on simply by confusion.

Nevertheless, Hannelore took it. It would be smarter for her to practice at home, anyways. "Yes, Herr Weisser, perhaps I should," she said humbly, gathering up her few items as Nguyen and Schumann stared at the torn desk in confusion. She left quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The confused silence was soon overtaken by the sound of typing once more, though. The quick and the dead.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus (White Fox)

Appearance: Razor stands Five foot eleven without shoes and with shoes he's six feet tall. He weighs 240 pounds and is between and slime and medium physique. He has candy apple red eyes, short white hair, his right chipped fang, and it might not been seen, but he is slightly deaf in his left ear. His right arm has a tattoo of a King Taijitu staring from his shoulder and wrapping around his arm with the mouth open about to devour his hand. On his left shoulder he has a tattoo of a beowolf head. He is normally seen wearing a blue t-shirt with a design of a cross exploding from a skull as chips of bone fly from the open wound. Black jeans, black and white Nike sneakers, and around his neck is a necklace with his emblem on it.

Weapon Name: 2 Wolf Bite Yoyos

Weapon Appearance/Function: (Yoyo's are about the size of Baseballs)

Type: Mid-ranged, dust compatible (Only uses Fire, Ice, and Lighting), and offensive
Weapon Derivation: the yoyos where given to him by his adopted father.
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: the Yoyos are kept inside what looks like a fanny pack that is on the right side of Razor's body.
Form 1: Normal Yoyos (Without Chainsaw blades around the outside) (Dust compatible)
Form 2: Chainsaw yoyos (Blades are on the outside of yoyos) (Not dust compatible)
Form 3: N/A

Personality:
Razor is a kindhearted individual who wants to see people happy and keep others safe. He strives to make everyone around him feel as peaceful as possible. However, his true personality is masked by his fake personality he actually shows everyone. To anyone around him Razor comes off as rude, a jerk, and someone who people don't like to be around. He does this because he fears that his Semblance will activate and he'd attack those around him. He pushes people away because he fears he'll hurt someone around him. So he created a nasty personality to keep people safe from himself.

History:
Razor was raised by the Moon Bloods: a clan of wolf Faunus that lives in a small village outside the city. Dagger, the leader of the Moon Bloods and a few other clan members found Razor on the path to the village after they had finished hunting for food and herbs. Razor was only three months old and sleeping inside a cardboard box. Dagger had considered leaving Razor to the elements until Serenity offered to take care of him. Dagger knew that she had recently lost her son and husband to a pack of Grimm and agreed. Even though Serenity took care of Razor like he was her own son, Razor seemed to find his way into Dagger's hut and fall asleep on the sheep skin rug in front of the fire pit. Even though Dagger originally saw Razor as another mouth to feed and an outsider, Dagger seemed to imprint on him and he took Razor under his wing.

Dagger acted as Razor's father and taught him the ways of the Moon Bloods. When Razor turned 12, Dagger introduced him to the Moon Bloods way of fighting called Wolf Combat: a cross between mixed martial arts and parkour. The fighting style tapped into their animal instincts to detect danger from affair and neutralize it. However, because this form of combat was crafted to be used by wolf Faunus, Razor had a hard time learning it. It took him 5 years to finally get to a high enough level to be considered a hunter in the pack. However, even though he was a candidate to be part of the hunting pack, he still needed to go through initiation. Razor could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he stood outside the forest with some of the hunting pack. The initiation called for the candidates to travel into the woods with the hunting pack and slay their first Grimm.

Razor traveled through the woods with the pack in search of Grimm. He knew the larger the Grimm the more probability he would be accepted into the pack. However, he also knew: the bigger the Grimm, the less likely he'd make it out alive. Dagger had given Razor the very same weapons he had used when he went through initiation. Two yoyo chainsaws called Wolf Bite Yoyos. Razor and the rest of the pack stopped when they heard a twig snap, then creaking; finally he turned when he heard a massive thud. Standing where the tree had fallen was a pack of Ursas. The hunting pack readied their weapons and howled as they rushed the Grimm. Razor followed suit and attacked the first Ursa he could find by flung his yoyos at the creature. The chainsaw blades moved to the outer radius of the yoyos and began to spin just before they connected with the flesh of the Ursa. The creature roared and swiped at the strings, but Razor pulled back the yoyos before the Ursa's claws could strike. The chainsaw blades retracted back into the yoyo so Razor could catch them.

The monster roared and rushed at Razor, but the Ursa's path was blocked when another of its kin fell in front of it with its head cut off. Razor looked to this left and smiled when he saw Dagger holding the dead Ursa's head. Seeing him able to take down one of the creatures gave Razor a bit more confidence. He waited for the Ursa to get close and when it swiped at Razor he dodged and attacked the Grimm bear with a furry of kicks and punches. The Ursa suddenly back handed Razor into a tree and all Razor remembered was the hit and then darkness. When Razor came to, he found he was lying in a bed in the medical hut back at the village. His left arm was wrapped in bandages and the rest of his body had bandages here and there with his ribs fully wrapped. He sat up and felt a sharp pain rush through his ribs. He sat in bed for a few seconds to let the pain subside before he was able to stand up.

When he walked outside, he saw the hunting pack had skinned three of the Ursas and was starting on the final one. However, when they saw Razor they seemed to go on the defensive which caused Razor to step back. He didn't understand why they were looking at him like he was a Grimm. Dagger had walked out of his hut and quickly calmed down the hunting pack before asking Razor to meet him in the medical hut. When he followed Dagger back into the hut, Dagger explained why the hunting pack was scared of Razor.

According to Dagger when the Ursa knocked Razor out, it activated his Semblance. Which caused Razor to become a wild animal and attack the Ursa, but no matter how many strikes the Ursa took. The creature wouldn't go down. However, Dagger said that there was a sickly green aura around Razor that acted like armor and when the Ursa hit the aura. Cuts formed on Razors body, but it seemed Razor didn't feel the pain being caused to his body. Also, it seemed with each cut, Razor grew more and more insane. Dagger could tell Razor couldn't bring down the Grimm alone so Dagger and a few others in the hunting pack helped to take the creature down. However, when the creature was finally taken down. Razor suddenly attacked Dagger and the rest of the pack like he thought they too were Grimm.

Dagger and the rest of the pact were caught off guard by his attack and before they could subdue him, Razor had injured two of the hunting pack members. Dagger said that once the aura around Razor broke. He stopped attacking them and fell unconscious. When Dagger finished, Razor's hands were shacking. He'd never think of attacking anyone in the village. He saw them as his family, but why would he attack them without reason? Dagger told Razor he had an inner primal rage that seemed to come out when his Semblance was activated. The problem was that Razor couldn't control when his Semblance could be turned on or off. The thought that it might turn on while he is a sleep scared him to the bone. Dagger handed Razor a flyer for an academy that trained hunters and huntresses. Dagger told Razor that this academy would help with both his inner primal rage and the control of his Semblance.

Emblem:

Other:
Color: Chrome
Combat Style: Wolf Combat: a cross between mixed martial arts and parkour. Razor has mastered the novice portion of Wolf Combat and a few of the advanced techniques, but hasn't fully mastered the style of combat.
Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths:
Ability to survive in the wild
Novice techniques in fighting style
Sense of smell
Cooking

Weakness:
Sense of hearing (Out of his left ear)
Keeping up his fake personality
Spiders (has a fear of them)
Hasn't fully mastered fighting style
Semblance

Semblance:
No pain no Gain: Razor's Semblance turns off the pain receptors in both his mind and his nerves so he can fight longer and hard without feeling pain. His Semblance allows his Aura to coat him like armor so he can take more hits and dish more out. Once the aura armor is broken, his Semblance is terminated until he is able to regain enough stamina to reuse it. However, his Semblance is a double edged sword because once activated it triggers something in his mental state that causes him to go mad and attack anything and everything around him. His Semblance taps into his animal instincts and along with his madness he becomes a feral beast and losses all his humanity.

[User]
Varen Payle - Green Forest Zone II - Bear huntin' time

Stars darted out from behind Asvoria, racing forward and hitting the Ursa Major right in the nose. The sudden shower of light made it flinch, and Varen took the opportunity to go in, dashing past Asvoria as she slotted in the shotgun grip. She fired once, staggering the Ursa Major. She fired again, and kept going. She flipped her gun into automatic mode and emptied her clip, each blast forcing the Ursa Major backwards. Without giving it a chance to breathe she took out a small dust crystal, about half the size of a normal one and activated her semblance.

She launched it forward and it detonated, knocking the Ursa off of its feet.

"Finish it!" She shouted.

[Assistant]
Liam Yugure - Emerald Forest - Tuesday mid morning

Liam walked the forest, he knew he was behind the rest of the students, so he moved with purpose, but he hoped he would meet someone along the way. He was annoyed at the loss he was at, he figured that if he didn't get a crystal soon, he'll be kicked out.
"ARGH, this is so annoying. Why didn't those pads launch me further. I swear..." he said to himself before he heard a large amount of beowulfs. He turned and he saw four average sized beowulfs and two large ones. His chaingun was already in his hands, he smirked and loaded a fire crystal into his chamber.
"Come and get some, before i get bored." The four small beowulfs all attacked at once, Liam activated his semblance, the beowulfs bounced back only to get up to a line of fire from Liams chiangun. The two larger beowulfs attack. Liam grabs the other handle of his weapon and readies himself to use his sword. The first comes from the left, Liam strikes upwards slicing the beowulfs chest and face, leaving it dead in the grass. The second tries sweeping Liams feet, he throws his blade into the ground and jumps, the beowulfs hand chatches the blade, slicing its hand open. Liam grabs the beowulf by the head and slams it into the ground. He picks up Pis'mo and brings the blade down into the second beowulfs skull.
"Too easy..." he said to himself again walking deeper into the forest.
"Time to keep moving i guess."

[User]
Light Vrangr

 Light sneered at his new companion. "Damn straight I can fight. I can kick your ass too, and calling me 'sport' is a good way to make me want to. I'll at least commend your sences, if not your fighting ability. My instruments indicated there was a high concentration of Dust energy in this direction, too. Which was why I was going this way in the first place." Light said. After he finished, his dynamos moved down to his feet, slightly in front of him, and arranged themselves in a pattern. They changed shape too, unfolding to a flatter, more streamlined design. Light stepped on them, his feet on the two center-most dynamos, one in front of the other, as hey began to levitate, lifting him. He leaned and flew forward on his own high-tech hoverboard. "Try to keep up." Light taunted, as he passed Razor, going about as fast as a running person. He he easily kept his balance from long practice, going around trees and ducking low branches, keeping an eye out for more Grim.

[Assistant]
Razor WhiteFang - Emerald Forest

Raven

Razor rolled his eyes before he said, "You haven't seen anything yet. A good hunter keeps his ace in the whole a secret until he needs it," Razor said before he smiled and added, "Besides: unlike you and the rest of the students. I didn't combine my weapon with a gun. Got to keep it original sometimes since everything seems to be combined with a gun. It's so stupid some times." Razor sighed before he ran after Light. Since he was brought up in the Moon Blood village, it was easy for him to keep up.

"Well what would you like me to call you? Short stack? Squirt? Maybe if you'd told me your name, I wouldn't have to give you a nickname because calling you white hair would be giving you too much credit," Razor said before he took another deep breath and yelled, "Shit." He suddenly stopped and took another deep breath to smell the air.

"I was hoping I was wrong on what that other smell was, but I can clearly smell it now," Razor said before he started running again to catch up with light. When he did he explained, "Up ahead is the dust crystal. I can smell two of them, but there's also a nest of Grimm there as well. Smells like Creeps. A whole lot of them to make that much of a smell, but there's also another smell mixed with the creeps and the dust. Smells like they just got back from a hunt because I can smell the scent of death. Either their eating whatever they captured, or just got done. Either way this should be good for us. Creeps are sluggish after a meal." Great, another fight, and another chance for it to activate. This isn't good Razor thought. Unbeknownst to him a sickly green aura flashed around his body for a second before disappearing.


[System]
Age: 23
Species: Human

Keyblade:

Keyblade powers: When the Power of Rip Jaw is invoked, the user is given the ability to lose all sense of pain and given a slight power increase. However, the down fall of this power is: should the user continue the battle for a long period of time. His sanity slowly diminishes until he can no longer tell friend for foe becoming a sort of wild animal that's lost all sanity. The power of the Keyblade can only be invoked by calling out its name and saying, "Give me the strength to protect those around me."
Heart type: Heart of the Guardian
Spells: Cure, Fire, and Thunder
Bio:
From the very beginning Seth was a fighter. He would protect those who couldn't protect themselves and living in an orphanage in Radiant Garden, Seth found himself as the other kid's protectors. When the heartless attacked he stood between them and the children of the orphanage. All he had was a wooden sword and his fists as weapons, but he soon found out those wouldn't destroy the heartless. He wished for a power to protect everyone, to keep everyone safe. That's when the Keyblade appeared in his hand. He could hear a voice in his head telling him its name. Rip Jaw, a fearsome looking weapon. However, it was the perfect weapon to protect the children in the orphanage.

He was only 14 when he fought off the heartless and protected the orphanage and everyone in it. However, he knew the heartless would be back and he needed to stop them before they could return. That's when he found out about the Keyblade War. He has trained for nine years with the various warriors in Radiant Garden to hone his skills and unlock the capabilities of his Keyblade and his own power. When he returned for training one day he stopped dead in his tracks. His home, his friends, and family. All were screaming in pain as the orphanage burned to the ground. Standing in front of the burning building was a man. A Keyblade in his right hand and flames in his left, but what Seth saw on the man's face was the most disturbing. He turned to Seth and his sadistic crooked smile only grew. The man talked about how he had tracked down a Keyblade warrior to this very orphanage and instead of just finding them, he simply would destroy everyone to make sure the warrior of light wouldn't survive.

Seth's Keyblade instantly appeared in his right hand. The anger inside of him continued to rise as he continued to listen to his family and friends suffer in the flames. He didn't know why this man wanted to kill innocent people. However, he would never forgive him for what he had done. In the years of training he had discovered what his Keyblades power was. One of his mentors told him he shouldn't use the power with heighten emotions because his sanity might slip faster, but at that very moment he didn't care. He invoked his Keyblade power and in the end: he destroyed the man who made his family and friends suffer. In the man's last breath, he told Seth about the Keyblade war and the two factions. Seth decided the heartless would need to wait. Those who fought for the darkness had to be stopped, had to be destroyed before anything like this could happen again.

Seth now finds himself in Twilight Town. The train from Radiant Garden took him to this place for some reason. Whatever the reason, Seth knew he needed to end the war. For his family and friends, for those who had been hurt by the chaos of the war, and for the sake of all worlds corrupted by the battle between light and darkness.
Theme:

[User]
"I'm going to guess the palace was in intact the first time you all saw it. However, it looks like someone or something got to it before we arrived," Seth said. The palace was still amazing to Seth though. Seth had only seen palaces inside the many books he read as a child. However, he was interrupted from the spectacle as a horde of Heartless surrounded them. Seth summoned his Keyblade and readied himself for a battle. However, a massive roar scattered the heartless like cockroaches when a light turns on. Seth looked to the sky and his mouth dropped as he saw a Dragon circling the mountain before it disappeared in the clouds. Seth couldn't hold his excitement.

"Holy cow, was that a Dragon!?" Seth questioned as he continued to geek out, "I've never seen one in person, just in books. We're going up there right?" Seth was like a kid who was told they could have anything they wanted in a store. Seth rarely showed his geek side of himself, but with a real live dragon right in front of him. He couldn't help himself.

"I mean the shard of darkness could be up there," Seth said composing himself before he continued, "I've read dragons collect shiny objects and valuable objects in their dens. It might be up there." Calm yourself kid. This isn't some kind of adventure game, this is real life. Dragons are not to be trifled with the voice said.

"Oh shut up!" Seth yelled before he continued, "This is my only chance to see a real life dragon and you're not going to ruin it for me!" Seth treated the voice like it was actually standing next to him. However, to anyone else it just looked like he was talking to himself.

[Assistant] Bellasiel had awoken long before Arthal had called them to get ready and eat, it was unfortunate that she hadn't heard a word of it as she had been tuning out everything around her. Her eyes closed, her arms completely relaxed onto crossed legs as she let herself drifted into deep meditation. Usually, she would be connecting to the God Tree but since it was in another realm that would have been an impossible feet but it didn't mean that it couldn't help her center and focus for the journey ahead. She didn't know where they were going since she was away from the others but it didn't matter as long as they were able to collect the piece safely. Her eyes slowly opened as she continued to sit still for a moment to get her bearings, adjusting to the sound that came flooding in and the shuffling of others outside the door.Bellasiel stood, grabbing her pack before exiting her choosing room as the last person left what she believed was the kitchen and followed after. She waited as they entered the portal before entering herself, finding a land she had never been to before.

[User]
Arthal stopped new the base of the mountains as he listened for the dragon he pulled out the old map and the stone as he took shelter under a tree. Setting the map out on a rock he poured over it attempting to determine the easiest path in to the mountains after the dragon. "That dragon, it scared the Heartless meaning it's either very powerful and doesn't like them or it's commanding them. If's commanding them it's got to have the a piece of darkness in it or in it's lair, failing that it might know something about where the Heartless are coming from, more Heartless more darkness. More Darkness better chance of finding the peace and helping this place." Arthal said as he held the stone, still cold it would warm as they near pulsing and finally tug itself towards the piece if close enough.

The Elf looked up towards the tall mountains and the trails on the map. "Looks like most of the trail they used to use are gone, I can see one running deep in to the mountains but I'd prefer if we had a guide." He looked back down towards the valley below them, the it almost looked peaceful from this far away. "So now we have to choose, go down into a village that could be full of Heartless or climb up into the mountains blindly hoping to find the dragon who might even know were coming." Scratching his head a moment he sighed. "I think we'd be better off going down at least trying to learn about the area before we go chasing dragons." He had to admit the creature fascinated him, he would love to draw it and perhaps collect a souvenir.

"If any of you want to go check out the path or see if you can find a way up feel free to head that way. Just don't leave us behind, it's no good if you find the shard by yourself only the orb can contain it without the shards power taker over the individual or killing them, maybe worse. Finished the Elven guardians as he slowly started down into the valley after packing the map and stone back into his bag. "Search the valley for anything or anyone, maps would be useful, even shiny object perhaps to draw the dragon away while we search his lair? I won't order you to do anything just stay safe, we meet back in half an hour see what we've learned if your not their we come looking for you." Finished the Elf as broke off a piece of a try throwing it on the grass and slid down the grass slope that lead down into the valley, easier going down than going up.

[Assistant]
Cyrus, as it just so happened, knew the mountain paths himself. A map wouldn't be an absolute necessity for him, so he could theoretically navigate his way to the summit himself. That, it turned out, was at least one potentially good thing to come from his having been to this land before. With a hesitant sigh he started walking to where the mountain path had once been, "I may have a lead for getting up the mountain," he said, deciding what his task would be, "there was another path the former emperor kept as a close-guarded secret. He would use it for secretly transporting supplies or troops for covert missions. I can check to see if it's still intact." of note, the actual direction he was going was not toward the mountain, but back in the direction of the palace. The path, if he remembered correctly, could be accessed via an underground tunnel that ran from the backside of the palace and to a separate path following the opposite side of the mountain, manmade of course. Of course, this also meant going back toward where the Heartless were spawning, somewhat dangerous for one person to go alone.

Cyrus wouldn't refuse anyone who volunteered to go with him. The route he was planning to scout for was a somewhat dangerous one after all. That being said, he didn't actively ask for anyone to come along either. His mind briefly went back to the time he first learned of the secret route. Back when he was a boy, only a few months after leaving home with his new Master and training partner. After reading a recent letter he received, Master Cormac had told his two apprentices that their next destination was to be the Land of Dragons, to answer a request for reinforcements from an old acquaintance of his.

"Best not to get our hopes up... the secret route may no longer be accessible with it being so close to the Palace and all." he said, not even sure yet if anyone had chosen to follow him, "Better this than facing the native people of this world... mine is the last face they need to see." this he muttered to himself, though it was still just audible enough for someone to hear if they were following close behind him.

[User]
Arthal made his way into the village, most of the people shrinking back at the sight of Elf. He was a stranger and more importantly he looked different to the humans present, thus prejudice would abide. However he saw a little girl, she looked scared as he sat in alone hugging a doll to her chest. Carefully walking over he reached into his back and offered her an apple, she took it waiting a moment before biting into eating happily.

Soon the villagers emerged and began to speak with Arthal, asking him about where he was from, why he had come, and many more such questions. He avoided answering them as best he could before finally asking about the dragon, most of the town got quite after that. A older woman stepped up, her knee's shook as she leaned on her cane staring at the Elf who unknown to her had live a great deal longer. "The dragon is our lord, many such beasts awoke and protect villages like ours. In exchange it eats some of our live stock and we must give valuables we find. They defend us from the dark creatures, their might roars alone scare off hordes. Since the fall of the Empire and the defeat of most of the generals who tried to claim the throne we have lost all our soldiers and with no Emperor or army we had to turn the dragons." She said making her way to a chair. "Why are you so interested in them stranger, are you like the girl in black we saw weeks ago, will you try to slay our dear lord and leave us defenseless."

Arthal rubbed his head and sighed. "Honestly I came seeking an object, I will bargain for it even trade if your lord has it, I have no need to fight him us he wishes to fight me." He wanted to know more about this woman in black but he had given so few answers, he figured it would best to leave before they got angry. Bowing to them and thanking them for the help her started to leave the village.

Yet along the mountain and around the palace small groups of Heartless now walked in little patrols as if scouting or guarding something or someone. They would attack if someone near them otherwise they remained focused, a force here had given them orders. They had a leader and it was one who could command an astonishing amount of them all at once, perhaps a dragon or even a one of the former warlord or generals of the old Empire. Now more than ever it seemed that the dragon would have answers or at least a safe place to hide from the Heartless. After all they were drawn to the Keyblade and those who carried them needed a safe place to lay their head some nights.

[Assistant]
"I'll come with you. Strength in numbers and all that good stuff." Azazel said as he walked towards Cyrus. "Let's head out then. And stay positive huh? I've heard that being positive makes good things happen. Probably goes double for Keyblade wielders right?" He continued as he followed Cyrus back to the palace. Azazel raised an eyebrow at Cyrus' words about the natives and shrugged. Azazel wouldn't poke his nose in Cyrus' business. 'I know I wouldn't want others asking about my past after all.'

When they arrived Azazel groaned at the sight of so many Heartless. "They sure came back fast. So much for the power of positive." Azazel considered summoning his Keyblade but shook his head. "I don't suppose the entrance is far away from all of the Heartless?" The wind picked up slightly and Azazel shivered. "Damn it's cold."

[User]
Seth thought about following Cyrus, but instead decided to follow Arthal into the village. Once there it seemed the villagers came out of their homes like people who had bunkered down during a tornado. Seth simply let Arthal interact with the villagers. He figured he would have a better understanding and better social skills with them then he would. Arthal was talking with an elderly woman and listened to her story about the lost emperors, solders, and about how the Dragon was their lord who protected them from the darkness. Seth was knelling down looking at a small destroyed statue when he heard the women talking about a woman in black. He stood up and when Arthal was finished talking with her. Seth walked up to her.

"Could you explain the woman in Black form me ma'am," Seth politely asked before he continued, "Was she with anyone one else? Was she wearing a black cloak? Where these dark creatures drawn to her?" She might be the one that sent him to the orphanage or she might know who sent him. either way. I'll find out one way or the other Seth thought. Let's hope it's the other way the voice laughed.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: UNKNOWN

Nationality: UNKNOWN

Weapons and/or equipment: UNKNOWN

Backstory: UNKNOWN

[User]
"I can't get free, I'm gonna need to angle it." Freyr looked up at the Agent with wide eyes, still holding the leg.

"Just fucking get it out, I don't care ho-" 595 yelled against gritted teeth as Freyr moved the leg from side to side while pulling hard. The Agent glanced over at Vreta as he succeeded in cutting the male creature in half. A giant spray of ichor coated his armour. At least that was one less thing to worry about. She groaned again as Freyr twisted the spike, then looked down as with a squelch it came free.

"I got it!" Freyr announced, pleased with her handiwork. She dumped the twitching leg onto the floor. "Thanks." 595 grunted, checking the wound. Where the spike had pierced her armour, she could see a slick black underlayer creeping over her skin to close it off again. She instructed her suit to clean the wound and stitch her thigh back together as best it could.

"About time." 595 tapped her wrist while looking at Vreta. "We've well and truly missed our window now."

"We have to keep going. The entity may still be contactable." Freyr asserted, surprising even herself. More than half of her being wanted to get as far away from the Cradle as possible. It just so happened that the smaller half was the half that mattered.

[Assistant]
Vreta flicked off his plasma blade before both halves of the creature had even hit the ground. Since his weapon cauterized the wounds as it made them, he was spared at least most of the creature's fluids, though not all of them. Regardless, he could not afford to waste time. Every second mattered, and they needed to get to their destination. He holstered both his knife and plasma blade, then picked back up his rifle off the ground before sprinting over to 595 and Freyr.

Silently at first, Vreta moved towards the stairway, then motioned for Freyr to fall in line just behind him. "We need to move quickly. I can sense them, more creatures on approach. These or…something else." He informed them. Rhia had put up warnings of what she was detecting via echolocation before the second creature was even dead.

Vreta did not worry about any other concerns other than what was directly ahead of them. This time, he took the lead as he guided them up the stairs towards the surface, and closer to their destination. Regardless of what he might have done had he been in control sooner, there was no time for worry or doubts right now.

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595's suit sent an enhanced ping through the subway, and her motion tracker blew up with objects. All converging on their location from the four tunnel openings. "I see them. Get going, now!" She snapped, pushing Freyr up the steps ahead of her. She grasped the shotgun magnetised to her chestplate and pulled it away from her - it expanded out again into a combat ready state.

With a steady hand, she flicked the spent battery out from underneath the weapon. The sound of it clattering down the stairs echoed around the now-peaceful subway station.However, simmering beyond the border of regular hearing she could just about detect more chittering and the click-clack of legs. Breathing deeply and evenly, 595 pulled another energy cell away from her armour and clicked it into the shotgun's battery housing.

A sharp pain from her leg made 595 hiss. She could feel her suit performing emergency surgery on her thigh to stop the bleeding and maximise operational effectiveness. The Agent was starting to feel weird, like when they had been inside the Navigator the second time around. She blinked heavily multiple times to try and clear her head.

595 glanced behind and below her at the subway station entrance. Superimposed on her view, the image of two novitiates looking at her against the backdrop of Interceptor troop bay flickered into being. She recognised them immediately."Such...violence, in our name. Who knows what you'll do next." A hoarse whisper wrapped around her mind.

Freyr faltered on the steps as the shimmering impression of David appeared in front of her, leaning in for their first kiss at one of the university fundraisers they both attended. Freyr felt the hair on top of his head between her fingers as her eyes closed. "Would you really sacrifice yourself, to save someone you loved?" A voice murmured.

A different voice appeared in Vreta's mind, speaking as a native Rothian would. "I have lived long enough to know that all things come to an end. Have you?"

[Assistant]
Vreta gripped his weapon tightly, continuing to press on towards the surface. The situation was hard to interpret from within. Once they reached their destination, they would have the tools to expand their perspective on what was happening. The voice was something strange; perhaps something from within the Cradle? He suspected there might be an intelligence within the Cradle, guiding its actions, but he hoped it was nothing from within the Object they had recovered.

I've lived long enough to see nature defied at every turn. Death is no different. Vreta thought with a distinct conviction as they emerged from the subway. He made a quick assessment of the surroundings the moment they came into view. The headquarters itself was now in sight, with just a park between them. The quickest route would be through a grassy, vegetated area surrounding a statue. Vreta was, at this point, inherently suspicious of the plant life, considering how the Cradle always seemed to work through organic agents. However, he had seen more than enough cases of the Cradle suddenly taking over artificial areas to realize that it did not seem to matter. Perhaps the fact that the park was already filled with living beings would make it more difficult for the Cradle to take their place?

"There are the headquarters. What area do we need to reach?" Vreta asked.

[User]
"Yes! Where are they? Hey! Answer me!" Freyr pleaded, standing still on the steps, switching her comms to private. She didn't want the others to hear her like this. The voice didn't respond, and the vision of her husband subsided.

Even if 595 had recognised her charge's distress inside her suit, now was definitely not the time to have her elaborate. She pushed the scientist forward again, continually looking back down the stairs. Lots of slimy shapes were surging into the subway.

Despite her emotions, Freyr gasped when she emerged from the mouth of the stairway and looked upwards. She switched back to team comms. "Woah! That's new..." The skeins of purple light crisscrossing the sim ceiling above were pulsing 24% brighter than previous records, her suit informed her. This bathed the low, circular shape of GCHQ and the surrounding parks in sickly purple twilight. Freyr wondered if this was a sign of the Object assuming direct control over the Cradle.

Vreta's questioning woke Freyr from her reverie "Oh, ummmm…Let me think...".

"Anywhere but here, please." 595 interjected, her back nearly touching Freyr's. A dozen smaller versions of the monsters they'd just killed were congregating around the eviscerated corpses and chittering angrily. The Agent pointed her shotgun down the stairs, ready to shoot.

"Ok! Erm...one of the Ops Centres i suppose. I was hoping CraSec would take us right there. I think that's a side entrance over there." Freyr pointed to a brightly lit gateway between four pillars. "That's good enough for me, lets get a move on!" 595 urged.

[Assistant]
Vreta was not as familiar with the Cradle's normal state to recognize immediately what was wrong, though Rhia was already drawing comparisons between current observations and saved data on both the Cradle and Object. Even if she could not draw any conclusions at the moment, she still needed to try and consider the possibilities. With so many unknowns ahead of them, any edge she could manage to give would be valuable. She supposed they could potentially see if Vreta's idea about living things had merit, as they needed to cross through one of the parks to reach the entrance Freyr pointed out. Naturally, nothing would stop the Cradle beings from simply chasing them, but if the Cradle was unable to suddenly overtake the plant life, as it often did with inanimate materials, then that would provide at least some advantage.

Vreta quickly grabbed Freyr's hand to encourage her to follow along as they stepped out onto the grass. He made sure to specifically grab the hand holding her weapon so she could only open fire when he allowed her to. His shields had recharged by this point, but he was growing more annoyed by his shields consistently taking…unnecessary damage in the midst of the fight. If they all made it through this, he was going to be quite insistent on her getting more practice in a simulator.

Keeping close together, the team started to move as quickly as they could to reach the headquarters. Whatever they found within, they needed to reach it as soon as they could.

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GCHQ

Freyr didn't know how to react to things anymore. She'd been scared out of her mind so much in the last 24 hours that she felt her consciousness receding into a mental stronghold. The voice that emerged from her lips was merely a servant, a useful shade to deploy in critical moments.

She felt bad for the two people with her, as she was in essence dragging them on what could be a suicide mission. But Freyr knew enough about the Cradle to suspect that this power surge may never end. The horrors unleashed from the depths of the simulation may be here to stay, which meant New Antioch may continue on this road to ruin for a long time. Perhaps forever, if the Object figured out some way to eject them completely...

This could be her last chance to talk to the entities in charge, on her own terms. She had to get answers. At any rate, she allowed Vreta to pull her along by the hand.

595 brought up the rear, switching weapons to cross the park. She hobbled over the grass with her new assault rifle swivelling from side to side. The lights dimly illuminating the pathways flickered as they approached. Her breath rattled in her chest. In…Out...In...Out.

"Foreign contaminants in your bloodstream are resisting standard antibiotics. Strongly recommend visiting GCHQ infirmary for resupply." Her suit informed her. "Copy that." The Agent rasped.

The bushes around them rustled in the breeze as they crossed the patchily lit parks. Apart from that, the Cradle was deafeningly quiet. Freyr could smell freshly cut grass through her suit. She'd had smells disabled for the entire trip through the subway, for obvious reasons.

After a tense couple of minutes, the team reached a grassy bank that bordered the roads ringing GCHQ's side entrance. 595 encouraged everyone to lie down with her, so they could survey the area without drawing attention. She could see that the glass swing doors had been reinforced with thick metal barriers.

"Look." 595 whispered, marking a small hole that had been prised open near the edge of the entrance. The barriers had sustained heavy damage, with deep rents from massive claws along the entire face.

The Agent then marked two hidden auto-turrets high above the entrance. They were models adapted from Navy ships; designed to repel boarding craft. They still appeared operational, turning slowly this way and that. She then noticed that the road outside the entrance was a mess of blood and gunge.

"GCHQ, this is...um...Tangier One. Can you hear me?" Freyr asked over open comms. A low synthetic burbling responded, but nothing else.

[Assistant]
Vreta certainly agreed with keeping out-of-sight on approach. He kept low, constantly pinging their surroundings to watch out for movement while his eyes scanned the entrance itself. The defensive systems were a concern, especially as 595 was receiving no response through comms. It could simply be that there was interference, or their communications were offline, but Vreta did not want to approach under the assumption that the headquarters' systems were still under their control.

Already, Rhia started poking around through any wireless access port she could find in range to see if she could breach into the local network, while Vreta leaned in close and whispered over to the Agent. "I don't like this. If we don't have control of the headquarters anymore, then we don't know who those guns are targeting. I don't suppose your organization has any backdoors into their network, do you?"

[User]
Normally, 595 would've chuckled. But her throat was starting to hurt, so she tried to restrain her amusement. "Are you asking me to penetrate the headquarters of the most advanced intelligence and cybersecurity agency in the Diaspora? A building channelling so much processing power from the Cradle that it makes its real-world equivalent look like one giant cipher wheel for children?" The Agent did chuckle, and it ended in a throaty cough. "Ok, no problem. I do have a trick or two up my sleeve."

A memory flashed into 595's head. She was pushing 127 ahead of her, pistol in hand. He was wearing that distinctive black bag with gold thread over his head, and his hands were cuffed together behind his back. Two distracted embassy soldiers turned and confronted them in the hallway - who was that, where were they taking the him, they asked. They needed to see some identification. Connie and Gene, the Novices walking on either side of the new Agent, raised their weapons and opened fire on full-auto.

595 gently bounced her head off the grassy ridge in front of her, blinking and clearing her throat. "Ok. Let's go." The G5 CSF virus had been clinging harmlessly to her suit and neighbouring systems since she unleashed it back in the tower block. At the Agent's instruction, it skittered across the road towards the entrance. Sniffing every available access point to determine a viable entrance strategy as it went. "I may have just planted a virus. You should be able to see it - we can guide it together." 595 coughed.


[System]
Race:
Aahari - Among one of the first to be conquered by the Baumn Empire, this hardy, reptilian race tend to be fairly large and almost resemble humanoid alligators or crocodiles. They are extremely resistant to pain whilst also sporting a tough hide. However, they have been found unable to be effective at using magic. This does not mean they cannot use it, they just struggle with it. They do have a good sense of smell and can stay underwater for an hour or two. Intelligence wise, they are not the smartest of sentient species, but they are commonly seen as tacticians within the Empire.

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Ankt resembles any other Aahari in that he is large, standing at 6'7", and broad. He bears scars along his snout that travel down his back, several teeth are also missing from his mouth though it isn't enough to be noticed without concentrating. Ankt also sports large claws, while dull, they could still do good damage to a human. His scale colors are dark green with eyes that are yellow.

Clothing/Armor:
Ankt wears medium armor, that is normally considered for his people that is. It is armor forged with metal, though it serves a more ceremonial purpose rather that of protection. The chest piece only comes down halfway on the chest and is colored gold with blue markings dotted on it. The helmet is small, only covering the top of his head, and has feather to mark him as a hunter of something. He bears gauntlets to protect his wrists and a portion of his hands. The "leggings" never extend past his waste, though they bear markings for his status.

Personality
Ankt is not the joking type, in fact, he is the type who will only laugh if he is amused by someone else's pain. He commonly sees people in a way that he does not trust them, that they are out to get him; paranoid if you will. He is also the type to hold grudges, and grudges often means for him to hunt down whoever has offended him. However, Ankt is brutally honest and will never lie to someone's face and he is especially honest with how he feels about that person in general.

History:
Ankt was born into a warrior family within the Empire, thusly he was expected to become as such and nothing else. It was all to carry on the family name, it was something that he especially liked. He had slain his first beast as a wright of passage, he had become a man to at the age of ten. However instead of celebrating at home for his win, Ankt's father had done the unthinkable and cast Ankt out of the family. The reasoning behind this, his younger brother had become the favorite of the family due to his looks and his ability to learn magic better than most of the species. Thusly, Ankt murdered his father in cold blood.

Fearing for his life, Ankt's brother ran away so that the family could also be spared from Ankt's life and it worked. However, Ankt would not relent until his brother was dead and his grudge settled. Leads have all told that Salistar, the coward magician, would be found in Edea. So the hunt begins at Oar's Rest and Ankt will take the skull of his brother back to his family as a trophy.

Weapons:
Grudge Settler - A sword one-sided, slashing sword that was forged by Ankt himself to help complete his wright of passage. It has been enchanted by his younger brother to return to his hand should he be disarmed in battle.

Physical Skills:
-Swordsmanship - Ankt has been trained to use a sword for all his life, thusly he would be skilled in such a weapon.
-Hide of the Aahari - Being an Aahari warrior, Ankt is very resilient to damage however swords can cut him and arrows can peirce his hide. It is merely the more natural things that he is resliliant to.
-Stregth of Training - Ankt, having been trained to be a warrior all his life and of being Aahari, is very fit and can lift many objects that would be considered exceptionally heavy to the averge man.

Magic:
"Magic? I have no time for such things, lest my brother gets away."

Weaknesses:
Ankt is slow, not to learn, but merely just physically slow due to his large stature and the armor that weighs him down on a minor scale. Not to mention that his armor does not cover everything that is vital. Another weakness, is that of a standard blind spot of the Aahari, not being able to see what is directly infront of them or behind them. Ankt also does not know how to use multiple weapons, as in he is not trained to use a spear or bow, despite being raised to become a warrior.

Other Inventory:
Rations for two days and the skulls of his various enemies.

[User]
~Edea Odyssey~
~Oars Rest~

You opened your eyes, the gentle swaying of the ship finally stirring you from slumber. Above, you could hear the shouts of the sailors and their quick footsteps shuffling over the deck of the ship as they rushed to get the ship prepared to dock. It took a few moments to collect your wits and remember where you were. Or maybe you jumped out of bed, excited to finally be on land after nearly a week and a half at sea. Whatever your current situation was, you grabbed whatever belongings you had with you and made your way to the deck as the Sailors rushed around you as their expert hands prepared the ship to dock.

Upon reaching the deck, the sun met you with its usual harsh glare, perhaps momentarily blinding you. As your eyes adjusted, you could see several other ships in the distance, some already docked at the large harbor of Oars Rest. Others, seemed to just be leaving and fewer seemed to be arriving, just like yourself. Perhaps some on those ships would soon be your adventuring comrades? Or were you the type to prefer going it alone, despite the obvious risks that entailed? Perhaps you already met a traveling companion on this ship and decided to adventure together?

Whatever the case, you didn't have long to ponder. The ship you were on docked, and you took your first step onto the continent of Edea.

Or maybe you weren't on a ship at all? Perhaps you had been there for a few days already for whatever reason. Maybe you woke in a bed in one of the many Inns and Taverns that existed across the port city? Perhaps you had a bit too much to drink and passed out at the table you were drinking at last night. Maybe that wench you spent money on woke before you and took all of your money while you were sleeping peacefully?

Whatever your situation, you stumbled out of the Inn or bar, perhaps flashing a suave smile towards a maid or waitress as you greeted the warm morning sun. Perhaps today you would finally leave this place and plunder the riches of Edea.

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~The Docks~

The docks of Oars Rest were massive. They had to be, really, and over the five years since the settlement was made it only grew larger. As you took a step off your ship, the first thing you would notice...was how warm this tropical climate was. Much warmer than back in the Empire and Republic. The next...was the smell of fish. Crates of freshly caught fish, most of which you had likely never seen before, were moving across the docks. Fish was a common staple of food in Oars Rest, since the sea provided the settlement with ample bounty. Some crates were even packed with fresh looking tropical fruit, and were being loaded onto ships that were likely going to be departing for Ailon soon.

As you walked towards the shore from the pier, you noticed a number of sailors moving quickly. No doubt they were on a tight schedule to get their jobs done. Most completely ignored you, though one or two rushed down the pier and in an apparent lack of manners roughly brushed past you, almost knocking right into you in their hurry. Not to mention the other people making their way towards the town. Many looked to be bright eyed adventurers like yourself. Traveling was definitely slow going at times because of this, making for what would be a short walk somewhat difficult.

As you walked, you took note of a rough looking fellow that simply seemed to somehow radiate an aura of gloom about him. He was sitting on the railing of a ship, apparently waiting for it to depart, holding his head in his hands. In fact, if you looked you could see quite a few of these people sitting around the docks. They were all wearing armor of varying effectiveness and weapons of some sort. It wasn't too difficult to guess who they were. Washed up adventurers who likely lost quite a bit exploring Edea.

Indeed, for everyone that made it big on the continent, five were met with a terrible fate and even more were simply met with challenge after challenge until they called it quits. Perhaps a premonition of your own fate?

Whatever the case, your thoughts were cut short as you finally reached Oars Rest proper after a few moments of walking. A signpost that was situated on a stone wall from the docks pointed people along their way towards the Central Square, where the shops and representative offices of the republic could be found. A second sign, pointed people along the way towards the Barracks, where the Empires Offices were. Which way would you go? The square to perhaps find some rest before you departed on an adventure? Perhaps you would go to the Barracks or somewhere else entirely. Either way, it would probably be a good idea to try and ask about the best route inland.

~Oars Rest~

Oars Rest proper was as busy as the docks were, with as many shady alleys as there were ships that were ever docked there. A number of horses and carts moved through the street, hauling shipments of things form the docks to the various businesses that existed here. Many of the buildings were made out of wood, likely cut down from the forest nearby. Mix that with the somewhat shoddy construction of a few of the buildings and somewhat haphazard construction of the streets, a lot of the seaside town gave off a rural and somewhat shady vibe. Not much of a stretch to say quite a few people came to Oars Rest to escape the law either.

As you stepped out onto the street from wherever you were staying, the bustle of the streets finally greeted your ears had you not already heard it. People talked as they moved about. Some merchants, some seasoned looking adventurers that apparently already came back from their exploration. They were a far cry from the depressed looking ones that sat at the docks, waiting for their ships to carry them back to the relative safety of Ailon. Perhaps you would survive, just as they had and show this new, hostile continent that you weren't backing down no matter what it threw at you?

Either way, you made your way into busy streets, greeting the day in whatever was your usual manner.

[Assistant]
It was the times like these in life that reminded Ophene just how annoying people could be. "And I'm telling you that I've took nothing from you, you foolish human." It was like this with these people, that is, trying to force things from others. Ophene had only dealt with this sort of thing in places with humans and other creatures like them and she just needed to escape from the situation. "If you would please. . . I would like to continue on my way."

The Pheran turned to leave but not before she felt a hand on her shoulder. "And who said you could leave after swiping my carrot, you rabbit-eared freak." Ophene couldn't tell whether the man was trying to get something out of her or make fun of her. Regardless, this sort of attitude was unacceptable. Xenophobic people like this were quite annoying and quite tenacious.

"Five seconds." She spoke loud enough for the man to hear.

"Five seconds? Whatcha' mean, ya' sl--"

The flat of Ophene's foot brought itself up to the man's knee and gave a damaging blow. Nothing to stop his everyday, though he may still feel it the next morning. To make sure her point was made, the Pheran turned quickly and poked hard into the man's head. While he was still recoiling to the hit to his knee, the poke knocked his center of gravity off and fell over in a not-so-graceful manner. "You have five seconds before humiliation." The girl mentioned with a slight smile on her face. Quickly, she made her way to somewhere, anywhere. Oar's Rest was a nice place. A little humid in comparison to the mountains she was use to, but it was expected considering it's location.

For now, there was still a nice and full day in front of her, so what better thing was there to do but to walk around and try to enjoy the sun? Hopefully none of the people she saw on the streets today were like the man earlier. He seemed to be a rare breed anyhow, so likely she'd be fine in her wandering of this bustling city.

[User]
Boats, they were always so nauseating due to their movement and it was hard for some creatures to keep their meals down. One such creature would be the Aahari warrior, Ankt Sol, except he could manage to keep his meal down. That did not make stowing away any easier though, after all, he was already a giant reptile. However, the shouting of the sailors brought a grin to come to his face for he knew what that meant, Oar's Rest. His grudge would be settled very soon, so soon.

Ankt waited a bit longer, waiting for the ship to dock properly, before he rose to his feet so that he could get off the blasted ship as soon as possible. He heard the doors begin to open, he felt the air change, he charged the sailors. Ankt was already out before anything or anyone could stop him, sailors were thrown into the water or tossed into barrels.

"Oi! You bloody reptile, I'll have your he-" A sailor began before being interrupted by a fist to the stomach.

"I have no times for your games human," was all Ankt stated before walking off the boat. He took in a large breath of the humid air before saying something to himself. "Brother, your fate calls for you."