[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Timber Wolf)

Weapon: A high powered, compound bow. Guns may have long since replaced the bow, but it would be a mistake to say they aren't just as deadly, maybe even more so in the right hands. Violet's bow is equipped with a scope, laser sight, and a detachable string. It comes with a quiver that can hold up to fifty arrows. The arrows she uses can be loaded with different types of dust, which have different effects based on the type. (Ice dust freezes, fire burns, etc.) She also has special arrows used for certain situations, like EMP, ones laced with poison, rope arrow for scaling buildings, etc. She has a very limited amount of those kinds of arrows though so she uses them sparingly.

If she finds herself in a situation where she is cornered, or where her bow has little use, she can detach the string and split her bow directly in half, forming two scimitars for melee combat.

Specialty: Assassin/Scout; Violet can do heavy damage to her enemies, bow and scimitars both. Even without a weapon she seems more than capable at hand to hand combat. Her semblance makes her the ideal tracker.

Semblance: Hunter's Mark, Violet's semblance allows her to place a mental 'imprint' on a person or object. It's completely undetectable, leaving no traces or any sort of mark visible in the physical realm. This mark allows Violet to track the target anywhere, no matter where it is. She can sense the direction of her target at all times, the feeling becoming stronger and more precise the closer she gets, the feeling gets weaker and less accurate the farther it is, but she always have a general sense of it's direction. Additionally, Violet can sense the adrenaline levels of her marked victims. The final feature of her semblance is that her arrows will home in on marked targets.

Personality: Violet is a quiet, rather aloof individual. Rarely speaking her mind, she chooses to silently listen to her teammates, only giving her input when she thinks it's necessary. She's a very focused and serious person, takes what she does seriously and doesn't screw around. She doesn't like it when her allies behave recklessly or foolishly, that can jeopardize their mission.

She can seem like a lone wolf, as she often goes off on her own without a word to scout out the enemy. But she understands the value of teamwork and following the pack.

Color: Violet

Emblem: A lone wolf, gray in color, howling at the moon.

Appearance:

Tall for a woman, she stands at about 6 ft (182 cm). Her most striking features are her wolf-like ears and tail, the fur silver-grayish in color. Her animal-like traits don't end there, her teeth seem to be more canine in nature that a human's, and her nails seem to naturally grow sharper like claws, and are dark in color. Her eyes are a golden yellow, remind you more of a wolf's than a person's. She has a pale complexion, would easily get sunburned. Her hair is a dark purple, long and straight.

Her usual attire is a black and purple leather that gives moderate protection, along with a purple hood and cloak.

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@FlitterFaux

"You did great," Ben waved his hand a little and followed it with a shake of his head. He braced a hand on top of Joyous Guard and leaned on the shield, giving both of the members of Jumpercables a wide grin. A finger drummed briefly on the shield's surface. "Only worked 'cause you were watching our backs. I'm just glad this worked out alright, I didn't expect to field test it on another Reisen anytime soon. Thought after Friday we'd have been done."

"Luke was there for that," He jerked a thumb towards his Shiroyaman friend. "He's always got my back. Luke, I think you're gonna have a solid team. Skye and Bianca made sure my dumb ass could get close enough to actually use a sword. Gotta be careful, man, or they're gonna join the people that can kick our asses. Have to find out if this Jericho's one of 'em."

Nevertheless, he cast a quick glance over Skye's frame. He hadn't had much time during Grimm Studies, but it was pretty clear that she wasn't doing great. Not in performance, but health. Uniform jacket helped hide it a little, but it really looked like she hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. Made him frown. He made eye contact with Luke a second, wordlessly asking if he'd noticed the same thing. The other hunter'd help, for sure, but for now...

"PE's a lot more individual. Volkov's not psycho like Port." He cast a quick glance around. "Speaking of, I don't see him anywhere. What do you think, Luke, get her started on some cardio? Leave the real muscle building stuff for another day? If Volkov's not here yet I'm not sure he's gonna be, we might as well start."

[Assistant]
If one were to look at Sangue carefully at that moment, they might have seen her vibrate along with her Scroll.

Silently reaching for her uniform's pocket, she took out her small Scroll. Tapping it carefully with her prosthetic's finger, she read a message sent by Gren. It seemed that he sent it a moment ago.

Her eyes slowly went through the text, making sure that she did not miss anything.

After reading it twice, she quietly put the Scroll down as she began poking at the Scroll's keyboard.

Normally, she would try using a voice-to-text program, but Apophis did recommend typing manually. Considering her previous experience, simple things were just as important to learn as combat.

She was more used to flinging around her previous prosthetic, and even now, she had a habit of doing so. It wasn't a surprise that she took a long time to type something discernible.

After checking her words twice, she poked at the Send button and stuffed her Scroll away.

She then turned to her cupcake.

Picking it up gently with her prosthetic hand, she turned to Lauren, and then at Bianca.

Opening her mouth, she eventually took a bite out of the cupcake, chewing slowly as she turned away from them. She proceeded to simply stare at the professor instead.

It tasted good.

@Plank Sinatra@Lucius Cypher

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@HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux

This school was as much of a goddamn minefield as Atlas ever was.

Up north, everyone in their year was generally connected by friendship, if not quite relationships for the most part. When you'd grown up through years of repeated hell weeks together, you grew comfortable with people in a way that Jericho couldn't be comfortable with the people here. The fabled boy-girl hoodie swap was as sacred a ritual as Bastion and Atlas had, and it extended to jackets, fleeces, and all other manner of second layers as necessary. Hedy Tritten once returned one of Bright's jackets with a goddamn t-shirt cannon through his bedroom window on the way to class, and Speer used to walk into class wearing enough female hoodies to cushion the bullet Jer constantly wanted to put through his heart. Even the Atlesian expat himself owned one of Princess' jackets, from some time or another when he was visiting the Gault manor one summer.

He had one of Rich's, too. With the white lion fur.

...

It was a birthday present.

From Bekah.

...

They'd been shooting pool down at the sports bar off Van Zandt, and there was a vent that led into Rich's closet in their loft, so Bekah had taken initiative and--

Anyway, Beacon. Minefield. Beryl Harken.

The Mistralian girl had helped out tirelessly with what tuning Jer could get done in ninety minutes. The time flew once they weren't locked in the workshop with Luke, Grat, and the others - when it was just Jer, his two hands, Beryl to hand him tools and ask an occasional question, and Duke Ellington for background noise. It was a good thing Beryl had her eyes on her Scroll now and again, or he might have missed half of this period on top of the class period he pissed away outside of class. For that, and for her assistance, and to try and make up for being grouchy with her, he had faltered for a second to try and thank her genuinely.

She had repaid his gratitude, given in good faith, with a non-consensual hug.

He hadn't wanted a hug.

He only returned it for five seconds. He counted.

And only because she would never get the chance to do it again.

He believed that it was that distraction that had caused him to show up late to PE. Beryl had thrown off his timetable irreparably, and now the professor was going to ream him on his first day of--

...

Which one is the professor?

The various denizens of the gym, all split up into pairs or small groups, looked to be freshman age with a couple of exceptions. There was no commanding presence in the gym like Coach Schultz in Atlas that screamed "it's time for drills." It didn't look like there was an office he could duck into. He might have been in the locker room, but if there were students in there, Jer thought that might be a little too sketchy for even Ozpin to overlook without some questions.

So who the hell is this guy? WHERE the hell...?

Well, there was Luke, at least.

So he was in the right place...

He was talking to a couple other students right now, and Jericho wasn't really in the mood for introductions after having his person assaulted by Beryl Harken's Affection Suplex, but bereft of other options Jer started to advance towards Luke and the other two students he was talking to, Gold Stripes jacket slung over one shoulder, chest holsters visible atop the remaining layer over his torso.

"Hey," he said curtly as a general greeting, though his intense amber eyes had stayed affixed to Luke. "Is this class a free period or something?"

[Assistant] Cian sighed as she sat in the classroom her jacket resting on the back of the char as she leaned back and tried to figure what to do if anything it was proof that despite being a physical education type class she wasn't prepared to give more than she needed at the moment. Her role as a sniper meant that sure she had to be patient and right now she should be stretching and the like but right now she just honestly did not feel like it. Call her lazy but she deserved some time to rest in her own opinion which many would say was flawed. Though right now she could care less but with that said time passes and with a final sigh she got up and started doing slow stretches in precise rhythmic motions.

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Sepia Russet - PE

"Yes!" Sepia burst out excitedly. "Tell me, what did you guys do in class? Any homework?" She bounced up onto her toes, forgetting for a moment the entire reason she'd missed Grimm Studies. The resulting flash of soreness across her abdomen nearly sucked her breath away. Egh...it's like getting shot all over again. At this point, she must've looked a sight. Still high off of new-people fumes, she was somehow giggling and grimacing at the same time, semi-doubled over to boot.

After she caught her breath and straightened (slowly this time), the girl's introduction finally registered. "Ah-sorry. Nice to meet you, Violet. My name's Si-Sepia Russet." Shoot. Having Datura and Soot around got me back in the habit.

[Assistant]
Survival Class
Mucking About in Survival Class

Gren's scroll pinged as Sangue returned his message. Sure enough she was as terse in text as she was in speech. It was actually rather charming. She answered his questions and asked a small one of her won. He wondered if he should really tell her "how" he has been. About his team and everything. However Gren decided against it. While he'd like to consider Sangue his friend, she didn't need to be burden with Gren's issues. He wrote a text back to the scarlette to continue their chat.

With that text sent Gren sat and waited. But as he waited he noticed another student deep into contemplating the nature of her cupcake. Now, while Gren initially had his doubts about these mysterious confectioneries, he believes that at this point after everyone had eaten their share of cupcakes and proven that they weren't poisoned, people should go ahead and accept that they're gifts from the new teacher. While some may question the judgement of a survival teacher who'd give something as luxurious as a cupcake, Gren didn't see a reason to complain and he figured that a teacher who was good at her job could do whatever she wanted. But no one asked Gren for his opinion. So Going over to the dark-skinned girl Gren spoke to her.

"Pretty sure they're not poisoned. Super sweet though, if that's not your thing."

@NarayanK

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Violet Steel - Physical Education -

"No homework...we fought a giant plant monster." Violet was caught slightly off guard by the girl's sudden burst of enthusiasm and pain. Violet had dealt with all sorts of people in her short life, but this was something new for the ex-mercenary.

She looks like she's in pain and laughing at the same time...what does it mean?

Was this contagious? Violet took a half a step back...

"Ah-sorry. Nice to meet you, Violet. My name's Si-Sepia Russet."

Sepia Russet. Violet repeated the name in her head a few times, she was fairly good at remembering names. The wolf faunus eyed the girl over once again, looking concerned.

"Are you okay? You seem to be in...agony."


[System]
I R L
Age - 17
Place of Origin - Japan
Occupation - High School Student

A V A T A R

Character's Name - Benkei
Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien
Role - Tank
Profession - Fisherman
Weapon of Choice - Great Sword
Domains - Earth/Conjuration

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Self-Conscious
Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game.

Short-Tempered
If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player".

Obsessive
Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk.

B E N C H M A R K S

Gaia's Protection
Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand.

Protective Knight
Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him.

Natural Aggro
Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room.

Earthen Stubbornness
Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him
 | Physical Description
Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother.

In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes.
Character Conceptualization
Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online.

And then Kazuki crashed that too.

While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous...
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Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Blood flew, screams from man and beast echoed in the cavern, the ringing of metal and the sounds of rending flesh were savage to the senses. More than once Seele nearly slipped on the slick, red carpet spreading across the stony floor. The gnolls had almost reached her many times, but each attack was thwarted before it could land, be it by Benkei's earthen assault, Alex's keen eyes and keener reflexes, or Graves'…

That boy worried her.

She fired off a few shields to those closest to the gnolls, but her reserves were thinning out. With a flick of her wrist, Graves' wicked blade grew wickeder, its curved edge wavering like a ghostly, serrated tide. If more damage meant more life, then hack away, she supposed. A snap brought one more shield to Benkei before the direbat let out an absolutely horrifying shriek, and her attention whirled around. She half expected to see it there, rearing on them, but instead it was up above, and it looked very, very hurt.

As it slammed into the far wall, Seele saw her. Rael. The wild girl had practically pinned herself to the thing with her spear, but not tightly enough. Lightning sparked from her, it was clear she was trying to bring the thing to heel, but its pain and panic had rendered it utterly uncontrollable. The direbat thrashed and plummeted towards them, and like a magic trick, Rael was gone. A cold fist gripped Seele's heart, stole a beat. No, not gone. That smudge in the dark, trailing traces of bright static, that was her. She was falling like a ragdoll towards the chasm. She was—
I can hear—
"Stop!"

What a silly thing to say.

Seele dashed like a madman for the chasm's lip, nearly tumbling over. She shoved herself off the stone, pushed off the balls of her feet. If she'd still had her hat, it would have flown from her head, impractical thing. The direbat careened past overhead, tattered wings and broken claws scraping by her; she didn't even hear the impact. She made it within feet of the edge and skidded to a halt on her heels, hand thrusting out.
PLEASE
The chain coalesced from her sleeve, flew with the speed of an arrow and sunk into Rael's body, as if it meant to anchor in her very soul. Seele felt the will there—thank god—and ripped her arm back so fast and so hard she might have thrown her shoulder out of socket. The chain retracted, Rael's vertical journey took a sudden, horizontal detour.

Directly into Seele.

Normally the spell would have deposited her target safely and gently before her, but, as she was now discovering, that was going to require a little more explicit focus than she'd applied. Thankfully, Rael wasn't particularly big or heavy, but that didn't stop her from taking Seele off her feet, and the two of them tumbled back onto the ground.

To her credit, Seele did technically catch her.

Things were sore. She'd cushioned their fall with her, well, herself, and as she found the air to groan, she realized she was clutching Rael with a grip like a corpse.

"Sohry…" she wheezed. Nope, not ready for words yet. She let go of the other girl and let her head fall back against the stone. The direbat was still there, somewhere. To heck with it. If she had to choose right now between moving and dying, then at least she wasn't going to have to worry about resetting her shoulder.

[Assistant]
Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Steel clanged against rusted iron as the last of the gnolls met Graves in combat, unafraid of the death that awaited it. They were each exhausted, unable to howl at the other-- all they could do was stare hateful daggers and push. It was a tug-of-war match and whoever won got to plant their weapon into the other's throat. Graves was moments from overcoming the dogman just as an arrow soared right by his ear, burying itself into the creature's eye. It died with a whimper in its throat.

"I had that one-" He started to snarl, turning to face Alex just as the incident on the bridge reached its crescendo. Seele was screaming, Rael was following into the abyss's dark embrace and a heap of broken Dire Bat was moments from turning Graves and Alex into a pair of DPS-shaped skid marks. It was a lot to take in. A swirl of emotion, of fear and panic and rage, replaced the ecstasy of combat.

A quick look around and Graves took a dive toward the nearest bit of cover: those spikes Benkei had stuck him with earlier. What had been his bane would soon save his life. The bat tumbled, wing over heel, bouncing off the ground like a stone across water. It reached its apex when it impaled itself upon that spiky field. The beast's massive body lurched with pain. Blood spurted from its innumerable wounds. And yet, despite that, it raged on. All screams and howls of violent defiance.

Its unwillingness to die would've been something to admire under other circumstances. For now, Graves was busy pulling himself out from under its heaping mass, crawling along his belly until he was safely able to rise. It snapped its teeth toward him. If he'd been even an inch closer it may've gotten hold of him.

The killing stroke was quick, precise, but far from clean. Gore sprayed like a fountain all over Graves and anyone else in the splash zone, catching him in its innards. The thing went into its death throes, tossing and turning until it snapped the spikes inside of it and began to wiggle loose. He stumbled backward onto his ass to avoid catching one of those claws in his chest.

The Bat went still a few moments later.

And Graves was back on his feet, sword left in the dirt as he ran toward where Seele was laying near the chasm's edge. He saw Rael laying over her chest. He didn't see her moving. "Nonono you tiny moron, don't tell me you played hero and..." His voice trailed off, something else playing in the back of his mind.

'Don't fuck it up.'

The panic died in his throat once he was close enough to see Rael was still breathing. Just as he came to stand above her and Seele, Rael stirred awake from the daze.

"Did we—Did we get it?"

His shoulders sank a foot as he sighed out his response: "No thanks to you."

[User]
Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Oh no.

In a single battle, most of the frontline had been wounded. And Benkei couldn't judge how bad the wounds were. They'd almost completely lost Rael when she fell to the void; but Seele proved incredibly useful. The girl he was worried about holding them back? She'd saved their lives numerous times.

And she didn't have any DPS at all.

Benkei's entire worldview was at question now. In a normal game environment, a player like Seele would be completely useless. But here? She was invaluable. It was the same with anyone who could support and protect. Even though his spikes had screwed up with stabbing Graves in the leg; they'd been helpful in finishing off the direbat.

The era of game meta was over, at least for now. As long as they were in this weird state of the world, the things they'd previously learned and knew were completely out of the window. What else had changed during this "hack" as the moderator called it? They felt hunger, they felt pain, all of their senses were enhanced; no that was incorrect. Their senses were unlocked; it was as if they were really there.

And who was to say they weren't? In this game of dreams, what marked the difference? If he lost an arm here, would he suddenly lose the function of his arm when he woke up? Would they ever wake up at this point, or were they all just braindead vegetables laying in their beds, couches or futons as they experienced one last gasp of consciousness before the oblivion of death?

They still need your help. Snap out of it Kazuma.

"Kazuki! Alex! Seele! Kalie! We need to treat our wounded!" Graves obviously had multiple lacerations and a puncture wound. They'd need Kazuki's magic and some healing draughts to close his wounds. But what if they fell into an even bigger fight, and received more wounds? Would they need to conserve their medicine for more serious wounds?

He looked to Rael, who was wounded by the debris from Alja's attack. That meant that friendly fire was on; or maybe the idea that spells could avoid others, that game-idea, was gone and replaced with reality. If someone launched a fireball, they'd incinerate everyone, friend or foe now. Just like with his spikes and Alja's ice. Rael also probably had multiple bruises from her tumble. He hoped she hadn't cracked anything internally. Alja also had received multiple cuts as well.

If they had first aid kits, with things like gauze and bandages, even someone like him could at least treat some of these injuries. They wouldn't need Kazuki to exert himself and to constantly use their dwindling supplies of healing potions. But right now, they had to make do with what they had. "Let's get everyone treated, and then re-think our formation. We can't keep over-exerting ourselves."

His heart pounded in fear. How much farther until the end now? And what would they face there? Would they all make it out alive?


[System]
Game Origin: Darksiders 2
Appearance:

Personality: Death is an arrogant, sarcastic, cold and calculating anti-hero who is resourceful and opportunistic. He can also be cunning, such as when he devised a plan during the Abomination crisis, deceiving both his enemies and allies in order to achieve his goal. He is usually very ruthless, much preferring to achieve victory by any means than lose. Despite his seemingly harsh nature, Death can be kind. He can (and has in the past) help people in their endeavors, even if the end goal does not benefit him personally.

Background: After War was accused by The Charred Council of starting the Apocalypse prematurely and imprisoned, Death would not believe this and set out on his own to find some way to save the younger Horseman. Unknown to the Council, Death traveled to The Veil in search of the Crowfather. He intended to speak to the Crowfather in hopes he would know of a way to resurrect the human race and prove War's innocence. The Crowfather told Death that the key to proving War's innocence would be found in The Tree of Life and opened a portal there.

 Before Death could enter, the old one closed the portal and refused to open it again. A ferocious battle ensued, in which Death would have defeated the Crowfather. An amulet that the Crowfather had around his neck fell and shattered on the ground, it's glowing green fragments shooting out and imbedding themselves within Death. The Horseman was rendered unconscious and the Crowfather died, a dark vortex forming around the two and consumed them. When Death awoke, he found himself in the Forge Lands, home of the Makers. Soon, he found out that this land was filled with Corruption and this corruption would soon destroy the Tree of Life and the rest of the land along with it.

After a long and perilous journey, Death was close to reaching the end of his quest. He came face to face with the Avatar of Chaos, the thing that was spreading all of the corruption. A brutal fight commenced with Death prevailing over the Corruption. The Horsemann made it to the Well of Souls where he knew he had to plunge himself into it to resurrect the Human Race and save War. But before he could do so suddenly a bright light came forth and overtook him and everything around him.

Specialty: Melee Combat
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10

Powers: Death Grip - A power that allows Death to use a ghostly hand to pull items towards him or pull himself up to certain points he cannot reach regularly.

Strengths:
Agile - Death can use his tremendous agility to climb, run on walls and leap large distances.

Weapon Combat - Death can wield a variety of weapons such as armblades, gauntlets, and claws to maces, axes, and spears.

Crafting - Although not nearly as good as a Maker, Death has learned to craft and can create weapons and potentially other items as well.

Weaknesses:
Ranged Attacks - Death much prefers using his signature scythes or other close-range melee weapons to fight his enemies. Because of this, he is extremely inept at using any type of ranged weapon. He can also have a difficult time dealing with enemies that mainly deal damage from afar.

Glass Cannon - Death isn't too tough and has trouble when it comes to receiving damage. Although not super weak, he can't take much damage before he cannot continue to fight any longer.

Spirits: None

Kindred Spirits:
War (Darksiders) - The youngest of the Four, but certainly not the weakest. Death holds War in high regard as he was willing to venture on a perilous journey to save his wrongly accused brother. War would indeed be a helpful ally.

Fury (Darksider 3) - The terrible engine of rage herself. Fury is the only woman amongst the Four Horsemen but that doesn't make her any less deadly. She can hold her own in a fight, more so than some of the other horsemen.

Strife (Darksiders Genesis) - The wise-cracking gunslinger of the Four Horsemen. Death never much cared for Strife's jokes and witticisms, but he is a valued member of the Four and Death needs someone he can truly trust in this strange world.

Inventory: Death carries his scythe The Harvester with him. The Harvester has the appearance of two short dual-wieldable scythe blades that can be joined together to form a double bladed scythe staff.

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Level: 1
EXP 3/10
Word Count: 313
Current Location: Dead Zone, RCPD (Main Hall >> Library)

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 Even when he tried to appear fine, it was obvious Joker was shaken up, not to mention worn out. Maybe it was from his struggle against the Doctor, or that he actually had to kill an actual person for once, not change their heart like he was used to. The thief shook the thought out of his head. The thing he fought wasn't a person, far from it. Not wanting to make the captain worry, he explained to Howard what happened, and introduced the two survivors he rescued as well.

 The thief decided to rest in the main hall for a while, to recollect his thoughts. He kept an eye on the civilians as they were brough to the hall as well.

 Up until death decided to knock on their door. Literally.

 Joker was proabably more surprised than the rest. Had one brush with death not been enough? Either way, he held onto his knife just in case. Luckily it was a false alarm, since one of the survivors (that apparently died??) was with the guy. The thief listened in to Howard debriefing Louis and Death on what was happening at the moment. Seemed most of the others were dealing with the ghost, but needed some backup, just in case.

 Then they looked over to him.

 "Hm?" The captain told Joker if he wanted to track the killer down instead, he could catch up with Ratchet and Blazermate. It was a hard choice. Maybe if he hurried, he could help with both?

 The thief hurried off to the library, deciding to assist in the ritual first. And already things looked bad. Once he arrived, he had to quickly hide to avoid being seen by the Preta. THAT was the ghost?? Joker snuck over to the others, waiting for a way to assist them.

 Besides being a distraction, that was already said and done.

[Assistant]
Geralt of Rivia
Ancestral Farmstead
Lvl 3 (12/30) -> Lvl 3 (28/30) -> Lvl 4 (0/40)
Word Count: 778 words
Stress Level: 10

Something changed just as the Courier's stimpak took effect on Geralt. It was...hard to describe. Something not unlike coming out of a magical trance, but without as much of the hangover half-blackout feeling. More like coming down from a light alcohol buzz. His mind felt sharper, and his body felt like it was his again. Hell of a drug. Almost like he mixed Swallow and Thunderbolt...speaking of which, I need that damned potion if I'm gonna be dealing with beasts like this! Geralt thought, completely unaware of the true reason he felt this way now. He'd probably learn soon enough, though.

Taking a deep breath as his body was mended and his mind unclouded, Geralt took a look around at the battlefield. So many spirits laying around, and so many fighters still standing. All of them, in fact. It was practically a miracle. Regular folk just didn't last around him in big fights like this, whether they were on his side or not. But then again, he hadn't left alongside many regular folk, had he? These people were fighters, killers, warriors, almost to the last one of 'em. Even the kids could fight like hell. It would have been unnerving had he not seen dozens of pimple-faced teens take to bandrity back on the Continent. Kids could fight. Usually not well, but they could fight.

Stepping away from their main quarry to gather a few of the farmhands' spirits, Geralt called out after the Courier spoke. "Hmm, wonder how that'd work with Igni...Cadet, was it? You need that thing for anything?" He asked the Ace Cadet, silently hoping he could walk out of this with something, at least. He wasn't totally sure how these spirits worked, not down to the letter, but he did notice that Linkle had left a trail of ice, and he was pretty damn sure she couldn't do that before. That kind of power....those things were like mutagens. And while he wasn't exactly eager to experiment with these things, he knew how much of a difference the right mutagen could make in a fight. The difference between life and death.

The big guy and his friends were gathering up, too, Geralt noticed, after Bowser broke off from the fight to protect his son. It was sweet, in a way. He'd dealt with enough monsters to know that plenty of them were just like humans, even if their bodies weren't. Hell, when he first met Emhyr at that damned betrothal, the man looked like some kind of hedgehog! If only he'd stayed that ugly....

Still, it was good to see everybody alive and well, if a bit shaken and wounded. They'd be able to head back to the town, lick their wounds, and maybe Mina would have something good for them in the morning. If only the Brachydios had left something to cook....though the Witcher wondered how good giant lizard-monster meat would taste. How would you even prepare it?
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As everybody gathered back into their transportation to return to Lumbridge, Geralt quietly meditated. It was a good way to keep his body somewhat rested, as well as his mind. His breathing was slow, as was his heartbeat. To the casual observer who didn't know better, he might very well have died sitting in this position and just...stuck that way.

Linkle's question to Euden caught his ear, and Geralt's eyes opened ever so slightly, the red replaced with an amber. Perhaps ironically, removing Galeem's influence had made his eyes look even less human, rather than more.

He was interested in how Euden controlled that kind of magic, however. It was impressive, to say the least. That level of raw power, even if he was only able to unleash it for short periods of time, spoke volumes about the boy. He could go far like that. Protect people. Or kill them in droves. It was all up to him, really.

Another thing that had interested him was the Courier's weapons. They made explosions like a bomb, but....they didn't explode? He saw the bright flashes from the end of the weapon as it ripped apart the Brachydios's neck, so it did something, but he wasn't sure what. Was it like a crossbow that launched something with an explosion? That sounded insane, like letting a grapeshot bomb going off in his hand! How it didn't blow the lunatic to pieces was another mystery.

Still, he couldn't argue with the results. He'd have to ask the man about how they worked at some point. But later. Right now he was tired, and he wanted to at least get some rest while they made their way back.

[User]
Level 1 - (4/10)
Location: Dead Zone - Redgraccon Police Department
Word Count: 220

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Death, upon speaking to the group, immediately had more than a few weapons pointed his way. He wasn't fazed by this, however. Should have known they would all be on edge given the current situation. Just then, an older looking man stepped forward and claimed to be the one in charge. The Reaper was about to speak again when the stranger he came in with revealed himself, much to everyone's surprise. It seems this man was telling the truth before and he really can come back from the dead. Death was a little curious as he had never met someone who could come back to life before and took note.

Once the surprise had died down a bit, Death was again spoken to by the leader of the group. The Horseman was then informed about the killer's abilities and told that a few others were already dealing with the ghost that keeps them trapped in this building. Death figured the killer was the more immediate threat at the moment. Apparently there were also another two from the group that looked to stop this killer as well, which he would assist them in. Giving a small nod to Howard, Death them moved off in the direction that Ratchet and his medic had gone in an attempt to catch up to them.


[System]
Age : 1,680 Eldest son of Lucifer himself

Race of demon (look back at the OOC for races) : Archangel Demon King

Rank : Prince

Power (Limited to three, Explain how your character uses them)

Corrupted Element Manipulation

Creature Magic

Demonic Control of hell

Personality : WIP

History : WIP

Weapon (can have two)

Lucifers Sword

Unholy Archery set (doesn't run out of arrows)

Picture :

The King

Human form

"All humans fall into Sin at his glare and all the girls fall into his arms."

"all the demons shall shrink back and allow him to pass, knowing Lucifer walks with him "

Demon Form

"all shall cowar before the height and might of the prince"

The Royal Pet Blizka, The Unholy Flame Lion

His Symbol The Dragon head

His ......Allies

Death - Death has no role in good or bad he just does his job.

The world Serpent - The serpent from Norse is an allie of his easily protecting hell from god or all those who wish to enter. Very dangerous and is immune to all weapons and magic. He hides in the clouds in hell floating and watching. Untamable and very fast for a giant snake. Doesn't obey anyone not even chaos. Created by Lucifer, Controls Venom flames and destrction magic

[User]
Leilah fell from the sky and how she didn't know but she managed to turn away from the big serpent that tried to eat her during her fall and when she hit the ground, a new small crater would be formed and she would feel no pain at all. She looked at the sky and when the serpent lowered his head to look at her she crossed her arms in front of herself to protect herself but the serpent didn't do anything anymore.

Leilah laid their for hours until she heard several footsteps and she would lower her arms to look at the sky. ''H-Hello?'' she asked, her voice wasn't loud at all and she doubt that someone would hear her.

[Assistant]
Xeon Luhin came from the shadows of hell a sword on his belt as well as archery set eyes narrowed.

"Who are you stranger" he said calling the snake away from the freaked out female. He had a monster glowing bluish white flaming lion. He stood tall and proud eyes narrowed slightly to the other slowly.

[User]
Leilah was glad the snake een back to where it came from and slowly dat up and looked at the male. She didn't know who he was but bowed her head. "I.. I don't know" she said.

A scarf was bound around her neck, that was the reason for her to be in Hell. Murdered by her sister, which had used her most favourite scarf. But Leilah couldn't remember. "I.. I believe my name is Leilah... But how I came here or what I did too escape from that big snake.. I really don't know" she said and swallowed. Was he gonna kill her?

[Assistant]
Xeon looked at the girl with dark eyes. He stared at the scarf and huffed "come along then. Your in hell now the snake won't hurt you" he claimed as the massive snake slithers into the dark clouds above them.

"I am prince Xeon son if Lucifer"

[User]
Leilah got up and patted on her knees to clean the dress she was wearing and then started to climb up. once she reached the top of the crater, she first sat down on her knees and then stood straight. ''Nice to meet you Prince Xeon'' she said and she made a reference to him. She then looked up at the sky and saw the snake disappear into the clouds which formed the 'sky' from hell.. So she was in Hell? Did that mean she was death?

She laid her hand on the scarf and frowned, she tried to pull it off but she started to feel like she couldn't breath right away and started to cough and see hazy. ''P-prince..'' she said and her hand brushed against his arm before she fell on the ground and fainted.

[Assistant] He whirled around picking her up and went to the kingdom healing room. Smiling he looked around placing her down and allowed the demons to work.


[System]
Appearance:
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair Color: Pale Blonde
Eye Color: Yellow
Age: 23

History:
The assassin known only as the Crimson Streak is a mystery and an enigma. No one knows where she came from or how she got her reputation. Actually, no, that's false. People know full well how the girl got her blood-soaked title. However, the answers end there.

All anyone knows is that she served under the Imperium for some time as one of their leading assassins before apparently defecting to take the life of a Mercenary. Wandering around for some time, fate would eventually pair her with a certain Taskmage, and the two have been partners ever since. And thus, the mystique surrounding her continues. No one knows her true name, except maybe her partner in crime.

Personality:
Sable generally has two expressions written on her face: neutral and frowning. Perhaps at one time she was less stoic. Maybe. Now though, she'd much rather just not talk much to anyone at any time or anywhere. And if she does talk, it will be in a monotone voice and expression.

As an assassin greatly feared, Sable is a killer with a stone face. Often, the last thing her victims see before their passages into death are her cold visage and blank eyes. Thus, she appears at times distant and robotic, and to some extent she really is, only allowing her mind to focus on tasks at hand. She has a polite dislike for nobility and royals in general, though she will rarely say so. Much like anything else actually.

Maybe she's just shy? Who knows. The only person she says more than three words to is her partner. And even then, it's hard to get any emotion out of her.

Weapons:
Vim and Vigor: A pair of black and white daggers that are noted to be oversized in appearance. They are often used both in a sword-like fashion as well as traditional dagger play. The weapons themselves lack any sort of special abilities, save for one sole function.

Each of the daggers was created for the purpose of nullifying magic. As such, Sable can use them to cut away most forms of magic used against her, and the sight of her slicing away at flames of streaks of cast lightning are not uncommon. The blade's true potential, however, can be utilized further in dire situations.

When sensing a situation in which their master is in danger, Vim and Vigor will increase their anti-magic qualities to the point where Sable can severe the particles of magic in the air from at least a two-foot radius. When this state is achieved, next to all magic is canceled two feet from Sable's form. Because of her only magic of summoning as well, Sable can also use Vim and Vigor as projectile boomerangs along side close-combat.

Abilities:
RE-Arch: Sable's only form of magic; it is a type of summoning magic that can call forth as well as store her weapons Vim and Vigor from thin air. In practical hindsight, it's simply a convenient method to arm herself quickly. Because of this utilization, she often uses it to call her blades back to her near-instantly, making the tactic of using them as boomerang projectiles quite effective.

Other:
Although she is known to rest of the world as either Sable, or the Crimson Streak, only one individual dares to give her the affectionate nickname, Crimson Steak. This certain person also has a bad habit of calling her other meat-themed names as well. Furthermore, the full title of her magic is "Repeatable Equip Armament", or, "RE-Arch".

[User]
"This is Rivenwood?" Ugnis inquired quietly, confused by this statement. Though he didn't think Sable was lying, as there was no reason he could think of for her to do so, he still had no idea of how to get to town; the woods were still simply whispering, without any town noise to guide him. "Perhaps the fog is stifling the sound..." Ugnis thought to himself as he walked in the general direction that the pair and the peculiar boy went. They were heading to the town and, as he had no idea where the town was, figured it would be best to follow them. Fortunately, the taunts thrown between them were loud enough that he could trace them though the hushing blanket of fog.

As he began to hear town noise, he also heard a large creature... A bear? "Its steps sound heavier than normal," Ugnis noted as he approached. Perhaps it would be best to stand to the side on this one and let the more professional people handle it. He stood silently at a good distance away, drawing no attention and listening to the action.

[Assistant]
"C'mon, give me a little credit," Mal chuckled at the man's disdain.

 Truth be told, Mal expected that this direct strike against the beast had little chance of doing anything, but it definitely made things a little easier on him as the beast started charging forwards. Already he could feel heat emanating from the mark on his neck as the beast drew closer. Always fearful for its own life, the spirit always seemed more willing to comply when close to immediate danger. With the relic in play, Mal would have to work against the group and for the group at the same time.

 So, when the bear finally diverted its path at last as someone swung overhead, and he could hear the incantations from the girl's partner, Mal prepared to leap into action.

 "Snakes, return!" He shouted as the chains rushed back to his side. He was already letting go as they wrapped around his shoulders and his belt as he started running towards the creature. While its path had already diverted towards the mighty tree on which its assailant perched, Mal took advantage of the situation to run to its backside.

 The triangle mark spread outward in a spiral as his eyes started to glow. His feet started increasing in speed as he curved around the monster's back and leaped towards it.

 "Snakes, find the bones and lift me up!"

 The chains exploded from his belt again and charged at the exposed bone on the undead bear. Both spikes found ribcage and gave him enough tension to haul him up its back side. With the chains in place he launched himself forward, grabbing hold of the fur on the back of its neck as he pulled his left fist back and slammed it into the beast's collar bone with a spirit charged punch.

[User]
Oh! There was an opportunity! The woman wrapped in red had taken refuge atop a tree branch, and down below, the massive beast howled in fury as it slashed chunks away from the base. Mimi didn't doubt the woman, who had moments prior been leaping and slashing with agility akin to the wind itself, had a back up plan of her own if the tree fell, but then why resort to back ups?

Mimi gave a sharp whistle to the girl on the branch, and with a wave sent a slew of lanterns over to her. They formed a tiny platform, clattering together, and though it didn't look stable, Mimi herself was testament that they would hold her.

"C'mon!" she waved, a wide grin at her lips.

[Assistant]
The dainty little girl slithered the forest, an apex predator among the trees was hidden in one tiny package that was humming the same little lullaby. She ventured on, following specifically the two most famous persons in the world to see what they were doing matter-of-factly from a safe distance whilst keeping watch for danger that may fall onto her. Her small stride came to a halt when the party had stopped their movements. The bright shine of white light beamed from the woods and all of them were looking directly at it. The Crimson Streak prepared her blade and so did the Taskmage... Things were getting a little rowdy soon it seems!

Underneath the innocent veil of the forest the beast emerged, roaring and thunder with claws swinging. She wondered how such rotten creature could remain alive. She could see the open wounds, it's ribcage and the seemingly dead fur with rotting eyes charging forward towards them intently. The bear had not caught her presence yet and she made her move to position herself carefully in the forest. The battle continued on fiercely as the bear; without fear nor remorse continued to kill its opponents in front of her.

Once its sights could not reach Muzai, she leapt out of her hiding spot, seemingly from nowhere and made a 'glomping' gesture at the beast as earth beneath shook and reached out with stony fists attempting to grab the great beast down, immobilising it for an attack.

[User]
Sitting in a bush, Yem inspected the fire from a distance. It was clear that whoever had been there just a few moments ago had left in a hurry. They could have heard him approach, but it wasn't likely. Most did not detect Yem unless he wanted them to. This left Yem with more questions than answers, and a few possible scenarios. In the best of worlds, the people sitting by the fire had become afraid of Rexicorgs grim reputation and, fueled by the darkness, they had simply left the place. They could also have spotted him, however unlikely, and either run off or prepared a trap. It was also possible, and Yem hoped that it wasn't so, that something else had driven them off. Something that might or might not still be somewhere close by. It was not a safe situation, and Yem was concerned.

He had seen the black shape in the fire, of course. Just lying there, unscathed by the flames, shimmering with light from the dancing flames and the watching stars. Yem suspected it was one of the relics. It felt appropriate, somehow. Meant to be, like in a great story. He also suspected that this was some sort of trap. It was too easy and obvious to not be one. Someone was watching the fire, waiting for the ideal moment to strike, or perhaps there was more to the fire than it seemed. Yem was no sorcerer, but he knew plenty of sorcery. And if sorcery could be one thing, it was subtle. The only way to be sure about anything was to deduct the possibilities, one by one. The easiest one to deduct was the presense of others. Yem might have been a mere human, with poor senses of sight, sound and smell, but he had his ways.

The transformation was almost instant. Yem breathed in and closed his eyes. When he opened them again and exhaled, the world was a different place. The night was as bright as day. He could hear and place the individual whispers of the leaves in the bush. The scents of the night flowed through his snout leaving trails almost like colors through the air. Every fibre of his body stood in rapt attention, his muscles vibrant with energy. He needed one sniff to confirm his suspicions; there was someone or something nearby. It reeked of corpse, but it was moving, which told its own disturbing tale. Yem was up against an undead of some sort. This always unsettled him. Corpses should remain still, such was the way of nature. He would have to be careful. Gripping his spear in one powerful, fanged hand and his curved blade in the other, he leapt from the bush and charged the being with terrible speed. As the creature came into view, his instinct was to retreat but he forced himself to disciplin. He thrust at the Drider, the dreaded man-spider, with the full force of his charged but was easily turned aside by a flick of a chitin-clad leg. Stumbling past, it was all he could do to throw himself away to evade a stab from one of the creatures other legs. Yem rolled on the ground, quickly regaining balance, and brought his spear up to keep the fiend at bay. He would have to finish this quickly, lest he'd tire from the strain of his totem.

Vile creature!, he cursed, Putrid thing! Die again in the name of all that is good and living! Return to the ground as you should have long ago!

If the Drider had understood him, it gave no sign. They circled eachother, kept apart only by the length of the spear between them. Then, suddenly, the monster moved with lightning speed and forced the tip of the spear out of the way. As it jumped for Yems flesh, screeching madly, he ducked beneath it and sliced it with the blade while passing. It was not without cost, however, as the creature pricked him in the back just below the shoulderblade. It left a long scratch down Yems back, and he yelped at the pain. The two combatants quickly found their places again, and continued the dance like before. This fight would prove interesting.

[Assistant]
Sable stared up at the girl with the lanterns blankly. Exactly…what was she trying to do? The red-clad assassin figured she was trying to help, but one bear didn't warrant a danger to her life. Even still, she nodded at the command and leapt up, landing firmly on the tiny platform provided for her.

"Hello," she greeted, voice as robotic as always. "Thank you for the leverage. Now then, do you mind if I jump off-"

She was cut off by the sound of terrible screeching. Looking down, Sable saw the boy with the chains land a direct hit into the bear's collarbone. A sickening crunch rang out, and the bear howled in rage.

Moments later, it was pinned down by the formation of massive stone hands, causing another shockwave to ripple the bear's core. The Crimson Streak looked to the side, seeing her fangirl in the aftermath of casting a spell. So that's what it was then.

When she turned back, something was notably different about the bear. It did not continue its attack nor did was it aggressive; instead, it raised a claw and struck at the layed stone, freeing itself loosely. At once, it was turning around and fleeing the forest clearing in pain. Sable blinked in confusion before her eyes focused on something else, something that was falling back to the earth.

The green Legend Relic. It must have been dislodged from the punch, meaning it wasn't attached to the bear for very long. Without a word to the girl, Sable rocketed downwards in the attempt to catch the treasure.

With the bear gone, so too was the danger factor. Now it was a free-for-all for the Relic.

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Farther away in Rexicorg, the Drider hissed in pain as Yem's blade struck it underneath. Likewise, it gained some sort of primal satisfaction in knowing that it had clipped him as well.

With a heart-pierced screech, it reared back and sprayed a stream of webbing from its rotting maw. It aimed to pin Yem in place, for it knew that once that was accomplished, it could freely go in for the kill.

Meanwhile, the black Relic seemed to glow brighter, emitting an afterglow within the flames it resided in. It seemed to be pulsing with power, as if calling out…


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment: Lancaar-SH M01 and an old, far eastern sword

Personality: A peace-loving, flirtatious woman with a fierce sense of justice. She carries with her mannerisms from a foreign land, though her heart embraces the peaceful land of Gallia.
Bio: Regan emigrated from her home to Gallia some years ago, her family seeking to escape involvement in the war. Their home country was one that had decided to take a side in the war. Regan agreed with the move, but for her own reasons. Her father was originally a Gallian citizen, smoothing over their immigration into the country. It's where she obtained her mortar lance.

RP Sample: Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh. A young woman stood in her yard, swinging a wooden sword overhead and shuffle-stepping forward and back as she did. She'd been at it for ten minutes now, and with a final step forward and swing, she took a deep breath while resting her sword against the ground, her hands laying over each other on the end of the hilt. "Huff... huff... whew." She takes a moment to gaze out over the grassy fields that surround her home now. The change of scenery was really pleasant, but at the same time, it was strange to be in a foreign land. Well... she supposed it wasn't foreign anymore. She was a citizen of Gallia now, this was her home. Though, the foreign martial clothing she wore would have most people fooled. Now that she's done with her morning practice, perhaps she should change and go into town? Bathing might be good, too, before she goes.

"Mama, I'm going to town!" The young lady calls as she slips her shoes on at the door and steps out of her home. They didn't live far, and the walk was very pleasant. She wondered who she'd find out and about today... though she should probably go with some purpose in mind, instead of just aimlessly wandering. She'd start by going to the bakery and purchasing herself something to eat, after her workout. From there... eeeeh... something would probably happen? She'd figure it out, but she had something to start with.

As the young lady walks, she gazes at the river along the road, admiring the clear waters and the fish within. Such a beautiful, peaceful place...

[User]
Corporal James Hunt|Battle of Vasel
@Little_ninja@POOHEAD189@Kitsune

Rousseau's comment about hurrying up was never heard as James reached the first of the two crewmen, freeing his harness and pulling the man out and handing him off to Rousseau. "Get him back to the house, now!" Not waiting to see if his order was followed, he dove back into the tank for it's other crew member. The man's groaning eventually lead the Corporal to him, but he was in bad shape compared to the first. He had a piece of broken metal through his calf and a rather nasty gash across his forehead. No time for proper first aid. Unbuckling the man's harness was just as easy as the first's has been, but moving him took longer, Hunt having to be careful about the metal in the man's leg as to avoid moving it or getting it caught and ripping it out. He had just pulled him out, and was moving away from the tank when a round hit it directly, blowing it sky high and sending the Corporal and the man he'd rescued flying towards the house his fire team was holed up in.

For several seconds, neither of them moved, before Hunter finally hauled himself up with a groan and a wince. He could feel a couple pieces of shrapnel sticking out of his back and one his leg, but none of them were deep enough to cause serious damage. Retrieving the fallen tanker, he got him back to the house in time to hear Lilly over the radio. Approaching it as fast as he could, he picked it up.

"Corporal Hunt here, we're all good. I'm a little worse for wear from that last shell, but I'll be bringing my storm trooper and a scout soon. Hold that first floor. Out" Turning to his fire team, he takes note of their prisoner and glances at Fairglaive before shaking his head. "Alright, Fairglaive, patch these men up best you can. I'm taking Rousseau and Nelson across to that forward command to help secure it. And while you're at it, see if you can raise that group that was attached to us. Charlie Company I think it was."

[Assistant]
Private Glaive
@Raven_Operative

Alex stared down the street as Hunt started to pull the wounded to the house, her SMg pointed down the way to make sure to cover them from any enemy attack. Though as soon as they were inside she lowered her weapon and watched as they finally got inside and set up, though she did notice that the guy she captured seemed to tick off the corporal. "What? He wanted to be captured... Look at that face, it just screams take advantage of me" As she said this the imp trooper let out a soft and muffled scream past the gag, though that only made Alex chuckle and shrug "See, he loves it." Though she now had the same job as before in being the companies make up medic...

"Sir, you do know my job is being a commando right?" She questioned, wondering if he had forgotten in all this chaos that she was in fact not the medic! "Haaa... fine though.. I will babysit the others while you go on the attack I guess..." Looking down to said others she gave them a blank look "No offense." She made sure to say before getting the med kit from before, checking the supplies and sighing softly, it seemed they were lucky none of the people here were too badly hurt otherwise they may have been in trouble. With that she adjusted her cap and went to trying to give the most basic treatment of the wounds that she could find "By the way, none of you are feeling like you are bleeding internally? That was some far after you ruined our tank heh." She joked of course, or tried too as she was lacking in that area but she had to do something to make sure they were calm.

[User]
PFC Colin Nelson

Colin had run down a bit of the ash covered timber floor to see if Private Glaive had her situation well taken care of. He'd known she was a Commando, but he knew that anything could happen on the battlefield. She looked fine that. He heard the tell tale yelling of PFC Rousseau in the distance. With that, he went back to his elevated position and laid down fire wherever he needed to, taking out another two men within half a minute of each other.

That was when the Tank exploded, the Private First Class now kind of worried that their corporal had been turned into fleshy shrapnel himself, until he heard him speak on the radio. "Phew!" Colin said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. This was turning out to be one close save after another. Chik-crack! Another enemy fell to his rifle, and he reloaded methodically, keeping an eye out for more foes.

It looked like the coast was now clear however, and he was called down to where the group was gathered to hear what the next move was. "Got it." he said quickly, giving a salute to the Corporal and a steeled look. It was a bit comical on his youthful and often care free face. "No offense" he heard from Private Glaive, at her comment. He gave a lopsided smile and a shrug. "It's all good." His expression then turned to grim stone once more, and he hefted his Gallian-1 Rifle. He might need a re-supply soon.
@Kitsune@Little_ninja

[Assistant]
Pvt Atlas Orville

Everything happened so fast. At one point, it felt like we had things well in hand. Now, the tides of turn with explosions, seemingly out of nowhere. Atlas has worked on tanks with his father a lot in his younger days and looking at the damage, it's clear to say that it would not be fit for battle anymore.

"Damn, Imps!" He mutters, under his breath before hearing a grunt of pain from Private Smythe.

Before he could he even ask what happened, he dashes off with his scoutly speed, making his way through the smoke and more than likely toward the house. He didnt even know where Fenrir Cheslock went in all the chaos. The Clark twins follows behind him, feeling the same urgency but an artillery shell impacts between the twins and Atlas. Instinctively, Atlas rolls behind some rudimentary cover and avoids the blast. After a few moments, he peers from his vantage point and his eyes spies Joseph on the ground, crawling to the right side to get out of the way. Atlas froze and his mind could not help but draw comparison to his own younger brother Victor. He steels himself, gripping his MAG, and dashes toward Joseph.

Sliding toward the fallen twin, he helps him up and carries him out of harms way. "I got ya, Joe. I got ya!"

"Atlas..." He struggles to speak.

The smoke still provided some cover, enough for Atlas to bring Joseph to a safer space. "Don't worry, i'll try and pro-"

"Forget about me! Follow Sue! Keep her safe!"

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine!" He says while holding his sides. He didn't even have his weapon on him anymore and he is clearly not fine. "Just make sure, she's safe. GO!"

Atlas takes all of this in and takes a breath. He simply nods and stands up, turning on his heel and dashing behind Sue and Smythe. He didn't like leaving someone behind but he respects the want to protect family.

[User]
Lilly Jatmoore
Lilly's team had just been barely holding on when Hunt's group arrived. With the new reinforcements, though, they finally had the strength to press forward. "COVERING FIRE!" Lilly yelled, motioning the group forward when the Imperials were suppressed. With many more guns on their side, they were able to keep the remaining imperials in cover and quickly clear the last two rooms of the hall.

When they reached the base of the stairs, the Imperials at the top began firing down and rolling the occasional grenade towards them, forcing them back into cover and stalling their advance. This was starting to play out like the coach house all over again, though this time the Imperials showed no indication of wanting to surrender. Through a window, Lilly spotted some unknown Gallians in the alley just outside the house and quickly waved for them to come in, gesturing towards one of the rooms they had already cleared which had a window they could climb through. When the assault force was at full strength, Lilly addressed them about the plan attack. "Mr. Hunt, do you have any ideas how to get up the stairs? We have enough people here, I think... We could probably use grenades to clear the top landing, and then rush in, right? Shocktroopers in front, everyone else will follow them. Is that acceptable to everyone? Ah, ok..." Another artillery shell landed nearby, causing Lilly to duck and cover her ears involuntarily. Once the ringing in them subsided, she nodded. "Ah... is everyone ready then? Scouts, use your grenades. Throw them.... Now! Everyone up the stairs! Go, Go, Go!"

[Assistant]
Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau
@Zarkun@Kitsune@Raven_Operative

Providing fire cover for the tank that had fallen, Cecilia had received the first crewman that Hunt had freed and rushed them to the building the squad was in. As she turned to return, she could hear the next shell coming down, diving away from the doorway. The shockwave had blown Hunt and the other crewman towards the house. Getting up, she rushed over, providing more fire cover, seeing that Hunt had started to make it back to the house. Cecilia headshotted an Imp with his target on Hunt.

Hunt and Jatmoore communicated over the radio, it seemed they were to assist Jatmoore's team in securing the house. Fairglaive was ordered to stay behind, and started to complain that her role was as a Commando. "None of us are medics in the first place." Cecilia noted, in retaliation.

Having followed Hunt, with Nelson, Cecilia arrived to assist Jatmoore's team and clearing some halls in the house. The Imperials, from the top of the stairs stopped the team from proceeding. Cecilia would call out when she noticed the grenades being rolled down the stairs, "Incoming grenade!".

Jatmoore and Hunt seemed to come to an agreement for a plan of attack. As Jatmoore called for the attack, "Scouts, use your grenades. Throw them.... Now! Everyone up the stairs! Go, Go, Go!" With the grenades going off, Cecilia was one of the first to charge in. There was a small amount of smoke from the explosive, which she ended up inhaling and coughing on. Still, despite the coughing, she readied her gun and started firing at any Imperials with the other shocktroopers.

[User]
P R I V A T E A T L A S O R V I L L E

"Clark! Orville! Hop to it!!" Smythe ordered over the sound of arterlly shell landing near by.

Everyone hits the deck to avoid major damage, the sound of explosions ringing in their ears. Smythe quickly pat himself down, checking to see if he lost any body parts. Thankfully, he didn't but he still felt a sharp pain of the gunshot wound he got earlier. Gritting his teeth, he gets to his feet, grabs his rifle and charges forward.

"Let's go! Get off yer ass' and send the imps packing!"

Atlas' head pounds over and over but the sound of Smythe's shouting cut through the pain. He grabs his assault rifle and shakes Sue.

"C'mon Sue!"  He assists Sue to her feet but the look on her face shows disorientation. "Hang in there, we gotta end this!"

"R-right. End it. R-roger."

Even her voice was shaky. 'Has to be a concussion. I'll have to keep her close. We're almost done' They follow behind Smythe and prepare to charge in when the scouts do their thing

The grenades flew and before they land, Atlas takes aim and readies to charge in with Sue. He hopes, in the back of his mind, that she isn't too banged. He hopes, with all of his heart, that Joe still lives. He put those thoughts aside and steels himself for battle.

[Assistant]
Private Durandal
The engineer's ragnaid elicited a happy groan from the lancer. "Ooh... That's good. Mm, ooo." The lancer, after the brief medical attention, carefully rolled herself into her back. "Here, here, help me sit. I can at least point my lancer then. I don't... Think I should get up just yet. And bring her here." Regan motioned at the other wounded with her head. "While you push, I'll see what I can do for her. I'm not a medic, but I might have a truck up my sleeve." Her speech was deliberate and careful. Speaking through pain or fatigue or both, probably.

And the others pushed. Reinforcements came as somewhat familiar faces, and it gave Regan a little piece of mind in their position.


[System]
Meta's Character
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'0" in armor, 5'10" without armor.
Hair: [REDACTED]
Face: [REDACTED]
Attire:

Mako is never seen without armor on. He also wears a dark gray cloak.
Personality: Outwardly, Mako is calm, collected, pragmatic, and serious. On nearly every occasion, he puts his missions as a priority task, and is incredibly determined to complete them. Inwardly however, he is a kind-hearted man with a sense of justice, who values the safety of his friends and loved ones. He does have an awkward side however, which pops up whenever he's in situations that he is uncomfortable with or has little to no experience in, such as with romance.

Theme:

[User] "Where do you plan on heading to exactly?" Mako asked. He was still thinking of a concrete plan about what to do, since this job had pulled a complete 180 on him. She was right though, he had no doubt that Bella would send someone to keep an eye on him, but Vex did also propose a good idea. He could claim to be using her to track down the lich, at least, he hoped that would get the Hunters off his back for a while.

[Assistant]
"Heading to as in for tonight or heading to as in finding the Lich?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
She paused for a moment and furrowed her brow and sighed. "Because either way, No... No idea." She sighed, closing her eyes thinking.

[User] "What?" He said, with a twinge of anger and surprise in his voice. Mako at least thought that Vex would have at least some semblance of an idea of where to go. He stayed silent for several moments, finishing up his plan, before speaking. "Fine. I have... a place, somewhat far from here that we can use. Spend the night here and we leave first thing in the morning, just like you said."

[Assistant]
Vex flinched at his anger, "I know the general area of where the Lich could be, but not the exact location." She said, before she blinked as he mentioned about a place, "I mean, Only if you want me to stay with you. If not I can find a place to hitch safely for the night.."
She turned her head as she started to hear the pitterpatter of rain on the roof, indicating it had started raining, which caused Vex's expression to change from surprise to mild worry as she thought of staying outside for the night.

[User] Well, at least she knew something. It was better than nothing after all. As he also heard the sound of rain pouring in outside, he said to her "You can stay here for the night. I have another room upstairs that you can use. Follow me." Mako then walked past her and entered a doorway on the side of the room which led to a stairway. If she followed him upstairs she would see a hallway with one door to their side, and two doors right across from each other at the end of the hall. He walked to the end and turned left, opening the door to reveal a room with a single, ordinary bed and several empty boxes in the corner of the room.

[Assistant] Vex followed quickly, staying quiet as she looked around. There was a moment of silence before she breathed in, "Its a nice place." She said, partially hoping to get more conversation. "But thank you for this." She said with a slow close of her eyes.

[User] "If you need anything else, I'm in the room across. Do not come in without knocking." He emphasized his last sentence, it sounded like he really didn't want anyone to barge in. After her reply he would head into his room and close the door behind him, leaving Vex to her own business.

[Assistant]
Vex nodded at his words, "Thank you." She said before she entered her room, closing the door quietly and stretched slightly, removing her shoes and moving towards the bed.
Vampires didn't need to actually sleep, but she rather liked the feeling. She settled in the bed with the bag by her side and pulled out her diary and a pen, making the pen float with her powers.

[User] Mako entered his own room, which was just as, if not, even emptier than Vex's. He sat down on the bed and placed both hands on his helmet. The hissing sound of air escaping the suit could be heard as he pulled of the helmet and set it down beside him. He put his hand on his forehead and let out a sigh. Sure, he had put himself in a tight situation betraying his original client, but now, there was a chance. A chance for him to go back home, and he was prepared to do anything to make that happen.

[Assistant]
Vex moved her pen back to her hand and closed the book quietly.
She gave a small sigh to herself and slowly closed her eyes, she calmed herself. She was worried, afraid even, of what was going to happen.
Why was it that her sister was out to get her? Well, she knew the answer to that question but why now? Why has she tried to gun her down now? Nothing added up, why is she doing this...

Vex opened her eyes and shook her head, before she tried to settle down to go to sleep.

[User] Mako removed his cloak and a metal, backpack-like object from his back before laying down on the bed, still clad in full body armor. It wasn't too comfortable, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Even while trying to sleep, he was still formulating plans and reviewing scenarios in his mind. A few minutes later though, he would give in to the exhaustion and sleep. But he wasn't going to leave anything to chance at this point. Mako was going to get home, one way or another.

[Assistant]
Vex mulled everything over as she slowly fell asleep. She knew she wouldn't sleep well, too many things bubbled through her head.

Vex woke before sunrise, the rain seemed to have stopped. She moved to the nearest window to look out, watching the fog flood over the city. It was silent, this was usually when Vex would walk through the city and checking up on her friends.
She furrowed her brow, sure Mako was essentially working with her now but... Would he mention her friends to Bella? She risked losing them.

[User] Mako woke up the next morning a little later than Vex. He got up and stretched for a bit, sleeping in his armor was tolerable but not entirely comfortable. He then put on his helmet, the metal backpack-like object, and his cloak before leaving the room. He would then knock on Vex's door right across the hall. "We're going." he said, before heading down to the lower floor.

[Assistant]
Vex moved quickly to grab her bag and pulled open the door, moving to jump down the steps quickly after Mako.
"Ready!" She started, taking a swig from her bottle, she shook it and realized how low she was, she gave a small frown. "It'll sound dumb but I don't suppose you have some Coconut Water I can top my bottle up with?" She asked after a moment of twirling her bottle.

[User] As Vex arrived at the ground floor, she would see the armored Mako busy fishing for something inside one of the many wooden boxes. Mako then comes out of the box, now holding a modern assault rifle in his arms. He tucks the rifle into a holding chamber on his back before replying to the vampire girl."No, not at the moment. But if you really need it then we can make a stop before we leave town."

[Assistant] Vex's eyes watched the gun before she turned her attention towards Mako, "That would be fantastic." She started, "Unless it's going to be more problematic?" She asked, tilting her head as she took another sip of her bottle.

[User] Mako weighed his options for a moment before replying to Vex. "How important is your coconut water exactly?" he asked in his usual straight and no-nonsense tone.

[Assistant] "I use it to substitute blood." She started, "It's not as filling as blood, but I'd rather not risk relapsing, especially if you're the only one around." She looked to her bottle with a furrowed brow, "I have to drink it a lot more often than I would need to drink blood. A body of blood usually lasts a royal vampire- barring they don't go overboard with powers or anything- at least a week. Coconut water, if taken usually 3 times a day, will keep me going for as long as I need, my powers are... Slightly weakened but it shouldn't be a problem."

[User] "I see." was all Mako said before returning to his usual silent state. "You may purchase some before we leave. I'll be coming with you so the Hunters don't get suspicious." He walked over to the window and scanned the area outside for any conspicuous bystanders. "Where exactly do you plan to buy your coconut water?"

[Assistant]
"There's a young Elf in the city who I get it through, he's not too far from here." Vex started, moving to pull out a small cellphone and typed in a code to unlock it before she flicked a text away.
It took a moment before the phone dinged as she got a text back. "He said he can meet us as we leave?" She asked Mako, glancing up to him with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

[User] "Very well, lead the way." he said as he nodded and opened the door. Hopefully the meet-up wouldn't result in an ambush, Mako wanted to leave the city as quickly as he could.

[Assistant]
Vex smiled before she moved towards the door. She looked to Mako before she pushed open the door, walking out quietly before she pulled up her hood.
She looked around, scanning for any sight of hunters... She narrowed her eyes before she looked back to Mako.
"I can only assume that it's too early for most of the Hunters as well." She said with a chuckle before she started to walk off.

[User] Mako wasn't really a cheerful person, so even if he weren't wearing a helmet, Vex would see a face with no hint of emotion, just like his helmet. "Perhaps..." he replied to her comment. True, there didn't seem to be any hunters at the moment, but you could never be too sure. Locking the door behind him, the mercenary would follow the girl.

[Assistant]
Vex looked over Mako for a moment, she wasn't a speaker, but that was okay. She continued off quickly, leading Mako along the edge of the city.
There was silence around this area, a few trees rustled in the wind before the sound of a male humming echoed through the air.

[User] As the pair arrived at the city's edge, they waited for the elven contact to show up. Mako then heard the faint sound of humming in the distance and instinctively drew his pistol from his holster, but kept it concealed under his cloak. He walked slowly, being careful not to make any unnecessary noise while approaching the location where the sound was coming from. It was most probably the young elf who was supposed to meet them here, but it could just as easily be an ambush by the Hunters. Regardless, he stayed vigilant while he moved, and quietly made a hand signal to Vex, telling her to follow him.

[Assistant]
The humming got louder as a blonde haired male walked around the corner, looking up and around when he almost bumped into Vex. Vex wasn't fast enough to follow Mako's orders, she stepped out of the way before the Elf blinked at her.
"Oh! Vexanne!" He started, Vex froze up as he mentioned her full name.
"H..Hey Phav!" She started with a weak smile, "I thought you'd end up being late as usual!"
"Sorry ahah." Phav moved to rub the back of his neck before he moved to put a hand towards his bag, "I have three large bottles of the coconut water in here for you, as promised. Did you want me to just add it to your tab?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

[User] The mercenary managed to sidestep the incoming elf as he appeared around the corner. The elf didn't seem to notice him, and was focused entirely on his conversation with Vex--or--Vexanne as the elf put it. Mako silently stood beside Vex as they talked, occasionally taking glances around the area to spot any suspicious characters that might be lurking around.

[Assistant]
Vex gave a small glance to Mako as he managed to sidestep the Elf.
"Thank you Phav." She said with a nod, moving to open her bag and place it on the ground, moving her hands out to take the Coconut Water from the Elf.
The Elf only grinned in response before he glanced aside to Mako. He blinked as he looked the man over. "Is..." He started, "Are you captured by a hunter??" He asked suddenly, Vex started shaking her head.
"No no no no no. Don't freak out, he's a friend."

[User] Mako shot a glance at Vex when she called him a "friend" before turning back to face the elf. He said to the elf, in a cold, almost threatening manner: "I am her... ally as of now, but you will speak of this to no one."

[Assistant]
Elf Elf blinked at Mako, expressionless at first before he grinned happily. "Of course~ Any Secret Ally of Vexanne is a Secret Ally of mine~" Phav said before he looked to Vex as she finished putting the bottles away and pulled her bag back to her shoulder. "I'll let you two be off~ Seeya~" He said before he adjusted his cap and walked off again, humming to himself.

Vex flinched at her full name being spoken again before she looked at Mako.
"He's a good kid. He won't tell anyone." She said before she started to walk off again. Despite each bottle of Coconut water being around 4l, Vex surprisingly carried the weight well on her shoulders.

[User] "I see." was all Mako said. Truth be told, he didn't like the kid, especially when he teased the two before leaving. Maybe it was just the elf's happy-go-lucky attitude that ticked him off, or because he thought that the kid didn't take any of this seriously enough. "Is there anything else you need before we leave?"


[System]
Jessica is tall and skinny. While being slender, she's fit, which means she has nearly no butt to speak of and she's flat in front. Jessica is either seen in her socializing scene, decked out in jewels and the finest clothes. Or in "work" clothes. Which are usually ratty jeans and a t-shirt.

Age: A woman never tells~

Faction: Unaligned

Bio: Jessica is a little bit of a split personality to those who don't really know her. On one hand she is a socialite, a very social butterfly and gossip. Always chatting and holding great parties. She drinks a fair amount and likes her men to be lookers. Most of the time in the wealthy circles, she acts like she really doesn't know anything. Beautiful, but dumb. Outside of these circles, Kim is smart. She isn't above double crossing or using people to get what she wants. She has few friends, only two. She loves pretty things and will do most anything to obtain them. She has also been known to be a little unhealthy in her fixations.

Born to rich parents, Jessica grew up spoiled. When Jessica was younger her parents would leave her at their mansion in New York with a nanny. Her nanny gave little Jessica whatever she wanted. As she grew up she began to go to school. There she made few friends. Those that she did get along with, were barely tolerable and not really friends. They were often mean and nasty to each other, constantly putting each other down about how fat they were or ugly. When Jessica was old enough she convinced her parents to let her come with them on business meetings.

Jessica still remembers the first time she had been told no. She doesn't remember why they were there but she remembers the painting. A gorgeous woman in white. It was the Lady Hamilton as Circe by George Romney in 1782. How little Jessica wanted the painting. She told her parents to buy it and told "no". The shock was never nearly the end of Jessica. But it didn't get the better of her. From that point on Jessica fixated on the painting.

Jessica's true first friend was found on a business trip to shanghai. The younger Chinese girl, Wang Mei Lin, didn't speak a word of English, not did Jessica speak a word of Cantonese. Jessica went home that night and demanded to learn how to speak Cantonese. Her parents did her one better and taught her both Cantonese and Mandarin at the same time. By the time Jessica was in her late teens she was pretty much fluent in the two languages.

Jessica also started to learn German on her own when she decided she'd be the one to find the treasure the Nazi's stole in WWII. When she came into her parents money after their deaths when she was twenty, she tried to buy the painting that she had coveted nearly her entire life. When that failed, she turned to theft. Not of the painting, but other ones. From private collectors, from crooks, from their hiding places in the world. She stole whatever struck her fancy and sold the rest to fund her enterprise.

Jessica sometimes returns to the Tate in London to visit the painting when it goes on display. However she leaves it alone. Once, Mei Lin asked Jessica why, and all she received as an answer was "because that's how it must be". Mei Lin assists Jessica on her escapades. To the world at large Mei Lin is an Asian oddity. There is even gossip that Mei Lin and Jessica are lovers. The truth is unconfirmed.

Also assisting Jessica is Devin, a computer geek. Jessica slept with him in college and while the two are no longer together, they are still good friends.

When Jessica turned twenty three she dropped out of college and began to set herself up as a full time thief. She predominately steals artwork, though she does keep a few pieces. She has also been known to freelance for certain individuals if the job is interesting and the price is right. However, to the public Jessica is a bimbo who tosses extravagant parties and is blowing through her parent's money.

Weaponry: Jessica carries a hand gun, Glock 19 Gen4 (9mm Luger). She also carries mace, a ceramic blade, a two combat knifes.

Equipment: Jessica's equipment varies on her type of mission. If she's infiltrating a party for information she wouldn't bring things like work boots or climbing rope. Same goes for if she's spelunking, she wouldn't wear heels and a pretty dress. Being independently wealthy helps her get her hands on anything she needs no matter where she is in the world.

[User]
CHAPTER I

                         THE GHOSTS OF THE GENERAL STAFF

Location- Berlin, Germany

The discovery of hitherto unknown documents in the bowels of the German archives revealing a location thought to have been established by the Science Division of the SS has caused a stir in historical circles. It is possible that this facility, hidden on the Courland Peninsula in Latvia, could contain clues to the Science Division's secret research bunker and he trove of loot within.

Access to the records building is forbidden without the permission of the German Cultural Ministry.

If you have an invite, it's simply a matter of following your guide to the basement where the records of the Wehrmacht's Army Group North is stored in Halle 13C. Invites are not particularly difficult to obtain, but the Germans do check before issuing one.

 Otherwise you'll have to either break in at night or seduce, impersonate or bribe a guard or employee.

Being a government building the records department has impressive security systems including alarms, tripwires, and cameras. It is patrolled by officers of the Berlin police, who are armed with batons, pistols, and pepper spray.

Tom Carson craned his neck to look up at the buildings around him as the taxi came to a halt outside the German cultural ministry. Thanking the driver in his stiff German Carson stepped from the taxi and made  his way to the entrance.
The man behind the desk inside greeted him with a smile. "Good evening, sir. How can I be of assistance?"

Carson rummaged inside his coat. "I'm Captain Carson, I have an appointment to view some of the contents of of your archives for a book I am writing."

"Very good, sir." The receptionist said after checking his log. "Herr Apfel will be along shortly. May I see some ID?"

Barely had Carson shown his passport Herr Apfel arrived. "Mr. Carson? I am Ferdinand Apfel. Please follow me, I will show you the way."

Carson nodded and walked towards the lift, Apfel spouting pleasantries.

Unicycle

Three vehicles pulled up at the loading bay of the Records Building. Two grey Audis escorted a Mercedes van, looking very much like a prisoner transport. The guard at the kiosk inspected their papers before hitting the controls to open the door and let them in. They swept through and stopped in the bay, disgorging a phalanx of dark-suited men wearing ear mics. Theodore 'Theo' Becker, second in command of the Berlin section of Talon Corporation, stepped from the lead Audi as a grey-haired German police officer approached.

"Theo, old friend, it is good to see you." the officer said, shaking Becker's hand.
"It is, Karl, it is." Becker responded. "So we are clear to proceed? No interference?"

The policeman shrugged. "You know I can't give you a certainty for that kind of thing. Keep things quiet. You should be able to find what you're looking for and get out without problems. If you make a racket...all bets are off." Becker nodded at his men. "Get the little shit out here."

Two Talon troopers emerged from the van, dragging Don Richardson along with them. Becker pointed to the policeman. "You see that, Richardson? We got the cops on our side, too. Don't fuck me about, or you'll be sorry. You find us the rest of those co-ordinates, and we stay friends. Got it?"

[Assistant]
The whole ride to the archives, Don was thinking of comebacks to what the men might say. He already thought about the phrase 'don't fuck with me' or something along those lines, to which he'd reply, "Fuck with you? I wouldn't even touch you." Of course, no matter how he said it, it'd most likely end with him getting punched in the face. So, only about a fifth of the way to archives, Don decided he wouldn't be a smartass unless he wanted a black eye.

So the whole ride there, Don would hum a song that he liked to listen to in his boyhood years. And soon, he would simply just start singing it, "Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June, we stood beneath an amb-" His singing was interrupted by one of the Talon Corp. guys shouting at him to shut the fuck up. So, of course, Don just kept on singing. It was just then that the same one who told him to shut up continually punched him in the gut. Don just laughed, and continued singing.

After a few more punchs, so hard that Don even coughed up a drop or so of blood at one point, the man stopped once Don had finished singing. Don just simply slumped back, smiling. He looked at the man, then said: "That was fun. Wanna go again?" He didn't even wait for the man's response before singing once again, and again being punched over and over. They stopped after the driver shouted at both, and then they finally arrived at the archives.

Don looked at Becker with a defiant grin. Still, he didn't want to be beat up again so he played it smart. "Sure, Becky. I gotcha." With that, he followed them inside the archives and searched around for the coordinates. As he searched, he asked: "Hey Becky, you mind telling me why these coordinates are so important that you slaughtered my whole team?"

[User]
Unicycle

Becker laughed. "You're a bold little fucker, and no mistake." He signalled one of the guards who stepped forward and slapped Richardson hard across the back of the head. "That's for speaking out of turn." Becker said. "Why do you think we wiped out your team? Because the coordinates you had led to something worth more than their lives, that's why." He paused. "Worth more than your life, too. So find em as quick as you can, and we might-might, mind you- let you live." The Talon commander broke off as the lift pinged. "Who the fuck is that?" He snarled at Karl the copper, who just shook his head as two men, one with a ragged moustache and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier, came down the aisle.

Herr Apfel had been telling Carson all about the refurbishments the city had been considering making to the building. "And you, see, herr Hauptmann, we've been waiting for this kind of investment for years. Why, the facade alone-" He stopped once he caught sight of the group of men. "Mein Gott, what is this now?" Muttered the thin little clerk, heading towards the grey-haired police officer who stood nervously beside the little group.

"Deal with him." Becker hissed at Karl, before stooping over Richardson's shoulder. "Keep your mouth shut, or by God I'll make you suffer." He muttered in his captive's ear.

"Officer Kreuz." Apfel complained. "What is the meaning of this?" Kreuz shrugged. "These men are conducting research on the logistical details of the Shoah for the Tel Aviv University." He said. It was the perfect answer; no German official would raise an issue with that. Apfel nodded hurriedly and wished the men luck. Carson raised an eyebrow; those guys were no more from a university than he was from the Salvation Army. But what the Hell, he thought as Apfel ushered him into one of the aisles, it wasn't his problem.

"All right, Herr Apfel." He said, taking his thoughts back to the task at hand. "I'm looking for as many references as possible for Ferdinand Shorner's summary executions amongst Army Group Courland from August 1944 onwards.  I'm trying to build a compelling description of the man, you see." Apfel clapped his hands in delight. "Wunderbar! We shall search, and find, herr Hauptmann."

"What do you mean, you can't send em away?" Becker's fury was evident even as he kept his voice low.

Karl Kreuz shook his head.

"The man has an appointment. If I were to insist he leave, it would raise questions we don't want. Just don't slap Richardson around and Apfel will stay out of the way, he's a spineless little toad."

Becker nodded reluctantly. "Fine." He said at last. He went back to the table where Richardson was sitting, flanked by Talon troopers.

"Listen up, you little weasel." Becker said. "Looks like we've got some company for tonight. Some guy writing a book about the Wehrmacht, for a change. So keep it down."

Carson carried a thick binder full of Army Group Courland's various war logs back to the long central table. Taking an empty chair far from the supposed university group he began perusing the documents. He stole a glance at the group down the table. He could make out the title of one of the documents. "Todt Organization logs for the SS raw materials requirements in the East, 1942-1943." Gripping stuff. He turned back to his war logs.

[Assistant]
It was quite easy to secure a fake invite. With a system that heavily relied on technology it was very vulnerable to Devin. The man knew hos way around computers. Which apparently included government archives in Berlin. She had spent the past two days watching the archive before making her move. The only reason why she was rushing it was the Intel she had received that have pushed her into moving.

Talon and the Americans were moving. Jessica swaggered into the Archive as if she owned it. With a beaming smile directed towards the man staffing the main desk. "<Good afternoon.>" Jessica greeted him in German. "<Vivian Angstrom.>"

Jessica produced fake documents showing the fake name. The woman had even dressed to the nines to match the appearance of a wealthy Spanish mogul's wife. Money always moved mountains.

The man behind the counter examined her documents before passing them back. "<The document is very popular. We already have two groups down in the archives. It might be a while before you're allowed to view it.>"

The fact nearly made Jessica wince internally. She knew she was behind dang it! There was no need to rub it in her face. But aloud she said; "<That's fine. I'll wait.>"

Like hell. Jessica waited until the man's attention was off her before she moved away and slipped into the elevator with another man. With calm assurance that this was where she was supposed to be, she pressed the button to the proper floor. Her assurance was such that the other occupant didn't even question her being there without an escort. When she stepped off the elevator, she paused after the doors closed. She lifted her leg to check for her ceramic knife, perfect for not setting off metal detectors. It was still there. Though it was a shame that was her only weapon.

Jessica slipped off her heels and tossed them in the nearest trash can. They'd only slow her down now. That taken care of the treasure hunter slunk down the hallway, keeping a wary eye out for Talon and the Americans and any other sharks that were circling the drain.