[System]
0 - The Fool
Rui Shinichi - Askr
I - The Magician
Matthew Harvester - Kresnik
II - The Priestess
Shirohane Kotori - Kikuri-hime
III - The Empress (NPC)
Hamada Leiko - Titania
IV - The Emperor (NPC)
Sutoraiki Kaminari - Zeus
V - The Hierophant
Samuru Amakusa - Shiro Amakusa
VI - The Lovers
Ryan Alon - Geraint
VII - The Chariot
Akane "Saito" Hanezawa - Setanta
VIII - The Justice
Katsuro Takuma - Giles Corey
IX - The Hermit
Ayano Wakahisa - Dantalion
X - The Fortune
Hashimoto Sato - Chronos
XI - The Strength (NPC)
Noboru Yamamoto - Atlas
XII - The Hanged Man (NPC)
Alexei Dragunov - Prometheus
XIII - The Death (NPC)
Chiaki Nettu - Freyja
XIV - The Temperance
Shizuka Otonashi - Inari
XV - The Devil
Jun Himura - Mordred
XVI - The Tower (NPC)
Fubuki Sayaka - Arachne
XVII - The Star (NPC)
Sieghardt Kasumi - Saturnus
XVIII - The Moon
Mako Moritomi - Israfil
XIX - The Sun
Zeke - Yatagarasu

The Story Thus Far
NOTE: This will only include story relevant events.

The beginning of the school term was nearing, and Rui had recently moved into Warakuma and was going to be attending soon. He met Noboru, who was a childhood friend of his shortly after arriving, and soon after he met Kami. Eventually the three went to the Warakuma Amusement Park, and after Noboru separated, Kami and Rui were drawn into the House of Mirrors.

After a series of strange events, they enter the Mirror World for the first time, and summon their Personas with the help of Kazuki, who happened to be there at the time. They were led out and informed of the Mirror World and the events that have taken place around it.

Shortly after discovering this, Noboru was taken into the Mirror World involuntarily. With the help of Kazuki and Megumi, Kami and Rui find the dungeon Noboru was in, and rescue him. Shortly after these events, Noboru was now part of the party.

In the following week, Matthew Harvester was taken, and police involvement resumed on the mass abductions originating from a year ago. Noboru, Rui and Kami responded quickly and went into the Mirror World to rescue him, also adding him to the party at the end of it.

With Golden Week near way Leiko Hamada was next, and just as quickly the party of four rescued her with the assistance of Riku. From then on, Kami formed the Investigation side, while Rui took care of the Dungeon side.

Shortly afterward, Chiaki Nettu was taken, and the team put together a rescue effort that resulted in a success. Meanwhile, Kami's investigation was showing up little results, as kidnappings so far seemed to be random, so no pattern was discernible.

Not long before midterms, Akane Hanazawa was taken, and the party put together a team to rescue her. The rescue was a success, leading to Akane joining the party. What followed after was a double kidnapping however, where Sato and Kotori were captured.

In the following week the team went to both dungeons and rescued both Sato and Kotori, subsequently the two joined the party as well.

The next week, Ayano and Kami had met up at the shopping center, and after a few events that had transpired, Ayano was captured, and immediately the next day Kami brought everyone together to rescue Ayano. After a difficult dungeon, it was found that Ayano had a more unique power as a Persona user, after she had been rescued.

Ayano's powers were put to the test during an emergency roughly a week later, when Alexei pursued cultist members as they kidnapped his sister, forcing his way into the mirror world. With Ayano's powers the party pinpointed their position and started a rescue mission for both Alexei and his sister Elena.

It was a success, with Alexei joining the team shortly afterwards, although with little time for rest, two more were taken the next week. Those two were Sieghardt, a member of the Drama club, and Ryan, a timid member of the Manga club.

Rui and Kazuki led two separate parties to rescue them in the coming weekend, though Rui's party run was smooth and Ryan was rescued without much incident, Kazuki did not have a much better time, and ended up requiring assistance, to which Rui and his party after rescuing Ryan, reinforced in the effort to rescue Seighardt. It was a resounding success, and the two were rescued safely.

After some investigation by Kami, he managed to find an unsettling truth after pinpointing the cult behind the attacks. The Junsei Sekai Tensei, or Perfect World Resurrection, was an old cult that has been around for awhile. There was one problem though, and that it's leader has gone completely MIA, and his wife died one year ago, despite the cult members passing mentions in a police interrogation.

Fast forward a week later, the Star Drop Café was attacked, and Mako, Shizuka, and Masahide were abducted by members the cult the party was pursuing. Aiko was injured, and Noboru sat this out to watch over him while everyone else successfully rescued the abductees.

Following this event, Jun Himura was abducted by the cult, and a Katsuro Takuma was caught in the crossfire, as well as many others. After a struggle from Jun Himura, it resulted in multiple of the abductors to be thrown into the mirror world as well. This resulted in strange knight enemies found within the dungeons, which were actually the people who were accidentally thrown into the mirror world.

After a rescue requiring two parties to go through different routes in the dungeon, everyone was rescued successfully. Though that has been resolved, tensions among Yakuza, authorities, combined with the presence of the Junsei Sekai Tensei cult, has made things uncomfortable for a few people.

That aside, summer break has begun but not two days into it, an incident has occurred in the Mirror World. Before they could investigate, Zeke, the hawk, guides everyone through to a new area called Seto, a giant lake and sea. Immediately they detect someone inside of it, much like the dungeons before, however upon reaching it, it's much smaller, but the threat to the person trapped here is all the same.

Rui takes a party in to rescue Samuru, while Kami takes another party to investigate Seto's immediate area. After a battle against Samuru's shadow, he awakens to his Persona and joins the team shortly after, while Kami's group sets their first foot into Seto's open areas, which starts as Japanese village and goes on into the fields.

Throughout the week everyone in varying parties explores this new area and progresses through it. Though considering this is Summer Break, Tadao offered everyone to take a trip to the beach for the weekend, which everyone accepted.

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[User]
Gen Itoshi
Sunday, 26
th
, 2015 – Golden Week

Itoshi Residence

10:00 AM
The alarm went off. Why did it have to go off on a Sunday, of all days? Oh right, because Gen had forgotten to set it off. Oh well. Gen was face-down on the bed, completely covered, one arm peering from outside the hideout. It travelled towards the nightstand, fumbling carefully so as not to drop anything, and felt the alarm clock. Now, if he could only find the button… No, not that one… That one either… There! Gen flipped the switch and the alarm stopped, and the room gained once more its silent peace. A low groan could be heard from under the blankets. Maybe he should sleep until lunch? No, it was Golden Week; it was his moment. He needed to seize it as long as it was there, because then school will resume and he will not be able to loiter around.

A louder groan sounded as Gen flailed his arms a bit to uncover him. He sat on the bed, a narrow stream of drool coursing from his mouth, messy hair, and groggy eyes. He stretched. "Hmm! Okay." His feet touched the floor as he sat at the edge of the bed, his hand looking for his glasses. "Where did I leave them?" Ah, right! The drawer. He opened it and Gen took them out and put them on. Now he could he as perfectly as someone who did not need glasses. Okay, holiday routine: Start!

Gen changed into some casual clothes, and went for breakfast. Mum would probably be watching television, and would already have had eaten, so it was up to him to cook for himself. Not that he would mind, though. He usually was in charge of the kitchen when his mum had parent-teacher meetings or something of the sort.

"Good morning, mu-" She was not in the living-room/kitchen/dining-room. They lived in a very small house, so Gen would know if her mum was there or not. Apparently, she went out while he was sleeping. Maybe she went shopping. Yes, that is probably it. Gen started fixing himself something to eat. He devoured what he had prepared, and went out, locking the door behind him. On the table, he had left a note that said: "I went out. I have my cellphone on me if you need anything. Love you, Gen."

[Assistant]
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Amusement Park | Afternoon

Kotori felt some measure of relief when both of her fellow schoolmates that had come to her help waved off the whole thing; making clear that they didn't see it as too much of a hassle. Not only that, they even said that she should talk to them if she was bothered by the trio in the future - a kindness to which Kotori quickly raised her hands and shook her head. Not only did she not really think it was very likely that such a thing would be repeated, but she also wouldn't want to be a burden to either of them - but the smile that Akane gave, showing she really did not mind in the least, made her hesitate and lower her hands; giving the smallest of nods instead.

As the two introduced themselves to each other - apparently strangers to one another, though each knowing of Kotori in one way or another, Kotori quickly followed suit. Whilst she'd already met Toma before, she hadn't exactly spoken very much with Akane before. Bowing briefly, she gave her name and class, "Kotori Shirohane, also from Class 2-2," in her usual quiet voice - the nervousness from before having mostly receded by now. As Toma then asked about the three from before, Kotori gave a reluctant nod before Akane elaborated on the point - the three weren't exactly unknown around the school and had had run-ins with the Akane before, it seemed.

As her classmate spoke, Kotori looked at her in surprise - she'd heard that she was called a Prince by some of her fellow students, most of them girls, for her tendency to help out others in need, but to hear her put down taking on three boys by herself and winning - twice before even - wasn't quite the same. As she joked the she should have punched them harder, Kotori realised that whilst they'd asked if she was okay, the same couldn't be said for either of the two. "Ah, are you alright?" she asked with some concern in both voice and eyes, glancing at both Akane and Toma in turn - though there hadn't been any real violence to be seen, Kotori would have felt guilty not asking seeing as any such injury would have been incurred because of herself.

[User]
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Mall || April 26 SUN
 Once Shizu's shift at Star Drop Cafe, the cosplay cafe, was over with, she changed out of her attire and wig, wiping off the unnecessarily glam make up at the Warakuma mall public bathroom. The maid costume was to be used for the last time in awhile since this coming week's theme for the cafe was traditional Japanese with waiters as samurai and waitresses as kunoichi (female ninja). The apparent reason for this was the sudden popularity of a particular game with personified swords or somewhere along those lines.

Unfortunately, the raven haired girl was to be absent on the first day of the theme change due to an appointment she made for herself. Said appointment now stood before her, a poster for the movie beginning its screening starting tomorrow, Persona 3: Falling Down. The closet otaku girl religiously watched both of the previous movies at the theaters and the next one was no exception. The series over all was enjoyable to Shizuka which got her hooked to the point where there was no way she would miss any out for whatever reason. It was a well deserved break from her part time job anyways.

Hazel brown eyes glittered behind the long, dark locks of hair while gazing at the illustration, before dropping downward to the schedule of showing times. Her hand rummaged through her simple, white purse and picked out her flip phone. Rather than mentally taking note of the schedule, it was safer to keep a picture of it to be perfectly sure. Upon unflipping the mobile phone, a new message seemed to have arrived a couple of hours before. Pressing onto the button to view her received message, it read:

"Shizuka-chan!
Did you hear about the discount on the amusement park tickets this week? Nozomi-chan and I thought it'd be a great chance for all of us to have a bonding time♪ Text me back on when you're available so we can plan out a sched ok?
-- Rinko ✩"

A soft smile formed upon her lips as she typed out a reply right away and sent.

"I'm afraid this is the first time I've heard of it but that sounds delightful, Rinko-chan. I would love to spend time at the amusement park together! I'll be available any day after tomorrow!"

[Assistant]
Enchanted Woodland - Grand Stage
26/4/2015 Sunday

TRACK: I will Face Myself

"Oooooohohohohoho!", it appears as though Leiko's shadow was onto them. Matt was immediately buffeted by vines and roots, preventing him from attacking. Noboru with his fists won't be able to get through, but he moved quickly, and so did Kami, enough that if there was opening they can charge.

"Can't be helped. Askr!", crushing the card in his hand, Rui summoned his Persona again, putting Garu into the blade, the swordsman Persona made a wide slash, severing the vines that rushed at the party. This was their chance, and Noboru and Kami should know this too. The Garu expelled from the slash even cancelled out the next wind spell from the shadow. He didn't intend to simply wait and watch either, as his allies charged ahead, he began to cast Sukukaja on himself.


[System]
Age: 27

Birthday: unknown

Magic: Magnetic Manipulation. With his magic he is able to alter the repulsive and attractive capabilities of magnetism in various ways. This magic can be used in battle offensively and defensively, he can also use it outside of battle for things such as travel.

Magic Level: B

History: He lived his life traveling from place to place doing various odd jobs here and there. He never really settled down in one place for more than a month, with one exception, when he was 19 he stayed in a small town helping a family get settled in to their new environment and helping them build a home.

He doesn't remember anything before the age of five when he woke up in the middle of a forest alone, he spent most of his childhood homeless fending for himself. He eventually met a man who took him in for three years before setting off to travel, which is the reason Robin travels now.

Personality: He seems cold at first but in reality he's a very kind and friendly person. He never does anything he sees as wrong and always helps those in need. When the time comes for it he can be very serious and quick thinking, in combat for example he is calculated, more of a strategist than anything. In certain situations he turns from his usual demeanor into that of a heartless cold blooded killer who would strike someone down without a second thought.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing mark is on his back between his shoulder blades.

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. He's kind to a fault
2. He can quickly adapt to nearly any situation.
3. He's a decent negotiator

Three Weaknesses:
1. He's quite gullible
2. He's a bit too honest
3. He's a sucker for strawberries

Greatest Love: Adventure and strawberries

Motivation: He simply wishes to get stronger and help as many people as he can.

Appearance: Usually wears a large robe. Attached to the underside of the robe are nine metal blades varying from large to small in size. He always has on black leather gloves with large wristbands, a pair of drivers goggles with a brown hue to them, a skin tight black silk shirt with long sleaves that tuck into his gloves and pants, and a pair baggy blue, slightly cut up, jeans that are snug around the waist but sort of flair out near the bottom. He's a medium builf with bright green eyes and green hair that's usually down with one stand hanging slightly over his left eye.

Additional Details: He usually only fights as a last resort, he can quickly change his style to match the situation and he fight more defensively on most occasions but if he needs to go all out he will. He's not usually one to strike up conversation. Usually he's quite nice and seen as what would be considered by most a "good guy" but his personality and motives are near impossible to pin down.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii, Amelia Averyonna, and Jack, the Maiden of the Mist
@Caits @Zarkun @Jangel13

"She stays. Passing her off to another guild will result in nothing more then her coming back here to try and attack us again. Keeping her with us will allow us to keep an eye on her without having to worry about her escaping from another guild. Plus, if you keep claims she is my family, wouldn't it make more sense to keep her around so we can find out if that's true or not? As for your question Master Jamie, The answer lies in these." Jackie said before holding up the headphones she had taken from the girl. "My father told me these were special to the Mirror Maiden and a way to keep her calm and near emotionless. Take them away and she reverts to being a child. At least, that's what father told me, incase I ever had to deal with her."

Noticing Angelo staring at her, she turned to face the lightning mage.
"What do you want? Do we have some sort of business?"

Amelia looked up at Jamie, managing a small smile as she squeezed her mother's hand before looking at Aria.
"Family should stick together... shouldn't they?" She asked

Joshua sighed in relief once Amaya was healed up. He helped her up before looking at everyone. He said nothing on the issue, as this really wasn't his problem and he had no connection to the girl who attacked them. Instead, he turned to Amaya.
"You sure you're going to be okay? I know how much you hate fire, so being hit by it must've been a nightmare." He said to her gently.

[Assistant]
Tamashii
Angelo sighed a little at least get got one of then to acknowledge his apology.  nah, just sorry for hurting you do badly. If you ever want to meet me for that coffee just use a Lacrima. Get well soon Angelo said with a smile as he turned around and started to head back to the guild making sure mark was with him and not with master Jamie...

[User]
FERRIS

It seemed like he didn't have much of a say in the matter. Jess dragged him over to a table were they had a clear view of the kitchen area, for better or for worse. One of the screaming demon heads was staring at Ferris calmly, silently...It was really creepy. Ferris in turn stared back at it uncomfortably, a minute of silence passed between them. Then the head randomly began to ear piercingly loud again, causing Ferris to scream in terror and fall out of his seat. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" Ferris stood up and sat back in his seat and saw that the demon head had its mouth held wide open by the pig man yokai. With swift cuts with the pig man's human-like hands, the cheek meat and tongue were cut right out, rendering it silent.

Walking over was a very beautiful woman with long black hair, wearing an orange kimono with a red autumn leaf pattern sewed into it. The most noticeable feature however was the giant, fanged mouth on the back of her head. "Hello, I'll be your server today. I take it by the shocked look on your face young man that this is your first time here?"

Ferris cleared his throat and said, "Um, er, yeah. It's our first time here and we don't really know what exactly to get. Can we just get whatever is popular?"

"Right away." The woman walked away back to the stand.

NOLAN and DALTON

The God Slayer's eyes widened at Jane's words and would've outright intentionally attack her if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to show some self-control or else he would get disqualified from the games. "That fucking bitch..." Nolan said through gritted teeth as he watched her enter the crowd.

"H-hey, it's for the best, ya know?" Dalton said with a sheepish grin though his cheerful disposition didn't help his partner, who had now had gone off to the Phoenix Wing stands in a huff.

[Assistant]
Sayatachhi Nijiko

"Uh, nothing much, just, you know, kinda bored." Argus ran his hand through his hair for a bit, trying to appear more aloof and non-chalant, putting his other hand in his pocket as he proceeded to let out yawn of feigned disinterest. "My guild went off to the Stadium for the games, but I'm not really into that kind of thing, so I stayed behind. Been driving myself up the wall with boredom and the only person to talk to is a moody, teenage girl who has a bit of a grudge against me. SO, with that in mind, I decided to wonder the city . . . which I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be doing but hey, I'll be back before they even now I'm gone."

So that was why his aura was so thick and musty. He gotten into a fight. In fact, Sayatachi could've sworn she felt a similar aura yesterday, along with a faint rumble as if a blast hit somewhere nearby. Could this be the one that caused it? After all, his magic must surely have the capability to do so anyways. She puts a finger on her chin as she listens, making a soft chuckle once he finished. In addition, she also noticed a girl stuck in a cage, a mage, for some reason. Then she senses a slight aggressive feeling coming from the guy, who seems kinda itchy for a fight. She pretended not to notice, until she sees that he's trying to calm himself down.

"By the way, my name's Argus Leandros, and is there any other reason a fine lady sich as yourself saw fit to speak to me? My appearances tends to turn most people off from casual conversation." He said, drawing more attention to the marking on his neck, unusually blood-red hair, and demonic black and crimson eyes. "Not exactly in the running for Fiore's most eligible bachelor here, am I?"

Sayatachi chuckled at that statement.

"I just happened to sense that your aura happened to be illuminating a foul mood." she answers, "So I decided to see how you were doing. And your appearance doesn't faze me at all, in case you happened to be insecure about it."

"I'm Sayatachi Nijiko." she then introduces herse;f, "Member of the newly reformed Magic Council. Pleased to meet you."

[User] Once Jasmine had dusted herself off and spoke up for them to walk forward Robin nodded in response to her and put his hands behind his head. "Sounds good to me, hopefully they have one in your size." Robin turned to face the shop and began walking towards the store, the blades stayed where they were on the ground because Robin didn't want to use any energy he didn't have to in case something were to happen.


[System]
Pandora Quill

Character Quote: What are you looking at, princess?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Dora, Dior, Wicked Bitch of the West
Age: 20
Birthday: October 30
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Fairytale Parent(s) Maleficent
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Con Artist
Languages: English and French

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Appearance

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Body Type: Slender Curves
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Tawny
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Four Ear Piercings, Tattoo of Black Dragon along inner upper right thigh
Personal Style: Pandora typically wears all black if for no other reason that because she knows she looks great in black. She prefers to wear dresses or skirts, all name brand of course. And she always prefers boots more than any other footwear. She accessorizes like no one's business, jewelry and hats literally can make or break an outfit. Her hair is usually kept long and down. Make-up is simple during the day, but she goes wild at night. She also likes experimenting with hair colors, though she often returns to her natural raven tresses.

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Psychology

Captivating * Vain * Intelligent * Crafty * Undaunted * Vindictive

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Pandora earned her nickname. She is not afraid to tell someone like it is. There are those that Pandora likes (though there are precious few of them) and then there's the rest. She isn't shy about anything and people are naturally drawn to her when she is in a room. She does not shy away from using underhanded methods to get what she desires. If she doesn't make you wish you never crawled out of bed this morning, she isn't doing her job. She does not back down from a challenge and will go to many lengths to prove herself. She knows she is good and that's all that matters to her. The rest is just background music.
Habits:* Pops gum when chewing
* Puts hair up when swimming

Hobbies:* Shopping
* Conning
* Theft
* Dancing

Fears:
* Going Blind
* Clowns
* Depths of the Ocean

Likes:
* Shopping
* Cool Weather
* EDM
* Pumpkin Spice Lattes
* Halloween
* Being Admired

Dislikes:
* Losers
* Hot Weather
* Beind Told What To Do
* Beaches
* Begging
* Authority

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Skills

General Skills:
* Lockpicking
* Deception
* Persuasion
* Driving
* Fashion
* Pickpocketing

Combat Skills:
* Jujutsu
* Stealth

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Black Dress, Black Boots, Gold Moon Necklace
* Purse/Wallet - Driver's License, Credit Cards, Lip Gloss, Compact, Pepper Spray, Fake ID, Bubble Gum
* Lockpick
* Sunglasses
* Cell Phone

Possessions In At Home:
* Laptop
* Fashion Magazines
* ID Creator
* Passport
* Stolen Merchandise
* Assortment of Novels
* Collection of Vinyls
* Record Player
* Flat Screen TV

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History

Biography Pandora doesn't remember much of her childhood apart from a swarm of nannies, each more useless than the last. Mother and Father were never around. She was sure they had only adopted her to either maintain a facade that they were generous people or perhaps it was a tax write off. Either way, they threw money at her to keep her happy.

It suited Pandora nicely as she got older. However, there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt. It started small. Nicking a candy bar soon spiraled into wallets, purses, ID Badges for backstage concerts. She got good at it. Scary good. She was fooling adults much older than her before she even entered high school.

She maintained excellent grades if only to fool the masses into believing she was a good girl, but the others knew better. One word from her and many a reputation was tarnished. Pics leaked, blackmail letters sent. Once she left high school, she debated going to college but determined she was too smart for it. Instead, she sought bigger and bigger prizes. She would work her way up to the greatest heist of all. And if she could not get what she wanted, she would see the world burn around her.

Do They Remember Anything?: Pandora often has dreams that she is being led by the hand by someone she does not recognize in a place that seems very much out of reality. She remembers not being afraid, but not wanting to go at the same time. Apart from that, she does not recall anything.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Extra Information:
Favorite fairy tale character is Cinderella. Link
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Pandora Quill
"If I wanted friends, I'd get Facebook."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🎆 Colby Jackson 🎆
"I usually don't like people encroaching on my territory, but game recognizes game. Plus, he's kinda cute."
Pandora recognizes a trickster from a mile away. The two have crossed paths on occasion, but if anything it has remained respectable and cordial. If the two worked together? They'd be unstoppable. If they were pitted against each other? Who knows what would happen?

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🗡 Megan Pendragon 🗡

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Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A

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 Megan thought for a moment whether or not to mention those heading to the diner. As much as she would have liked to give more information to the officer, she didn't want to throw them under the bus. They were annoying, but they didn't deserve to get caught up in a police investigation. "No, I was a bit distracted by the explosion," Megan lied. Her brother was on the way and once Jack got here, they could head to the address indicated on the card. They'd figure out more about this together - and hopefully he would be able to ditch Isabella in the process.

 "Please don't touch anything, it'll be a nightmare to process the scene if you do," Megan couldn't help but comment. "Forensics should be the only ones handling things here, unless you want to come back as a result for the killer." Sure, the office hadn't started to touch anything yet but Megan felt it was only a matter of time. People couldn't help themselves in these situations in her experience. She could have offered him some gloves, but she didn't want to encourage it.

[Assistant]
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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Chinese Place -- Wichita, Kansas
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 "That's what, not how. How do you do magic? How did you do that," Cassiopeia pressed. Layla snatched the locket from her hand and Cassiopeia almost snatched it back but stopped herself. It wasn't just hers and she wasn't the only one trying to process everything. "I think I need a beer," she muttered. She looked over at Colby and Matthew. "The Mad Hatter and the Cheshire cat? Wow, match made in heaven or what," she muttered.
 She looked back at Tink when she asked if they had more questions. "Why were we sent here? Why are they in trouble now and we're the ones who can supposedly save them?" Cassiopeia had a billion questions rolling around in her head, it was whatever tumbled out of her mouth first that would be answered. She leaned back into her own chair, leaning closer to her sister in a show of solidarity and plainly needing the comfort a person you've been with your entire life could give you.

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Willow Jones

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Location: The Diner ---> The Road
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 Willow got out of the car as well, if only because the others did and she didn't want to be left. "We can exchange numbers as well Rose, maybe start a group chat. I should go home… I need to talk to my parents, well, adoptive parents I guess. Perhaps we can meet up later," Willow suggested. She looked at the girls before walking over and hugged both of them before giving Rose her number.
 She got back in her car, waved to them and then headed down the road for home. It still didn't seem quite real to her but it was settling and she knew, deep down she knew that it was. You couldn't explain away a man disappearing into a portal and the brutal honesty he was saying. Willow felt defeated as she drove, as well as lost and confused. She pulled into her driveway and shut the car off. Willow took another minute to brace herself before she walked inside to talk to her parents about what the hell just happened

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Table
Skills:

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Matthew looked down onto the table as Colby agreed with the Hoods in thinking his idea was...weird. What else was he supposed to do? Let Tink continue staring at them until they left? Go over to them and say "Hey I'm sorry but my friend over there who I just met moments ago is actually a fairy from pixie hollow named tinker bell who used magic to enter our realm and help find us so that we may save our fairy tale families from mortal peril in another world in which time functions differently and is under the rule of villains." Oh sure cuz that would go over so well. Some of his curls began to fall in front of his face, tickling his nose as he sat there and dared not to move. It was embarrassing to day the least to think the guy you like finds you weird of all things.

Before he could say anything in protest or even speak, one of the two Hoods called them a match made in heaven. His cheeks became flush with pink from eye to eye and across his nose. Embarrassment filling him to the brim as his mind raced at the thought of him and Colby as a couple. His hands began to fidget with themselves, fingers slipping in and out of each other as they became slightly heated and sweaty with embarrassment and nerves. She continued past the statement as if she hadn't just read his life with her words and declared it publicly before them all. She asked about the same questions that the pair already had back at the park, and he so desperately wanted to answer but there was a knot in his throat as he went to speak and his face became even more red with embarrassment, taking a large drink of his water and avoiding eye contact with them all.

[Assistant]
Location: Wichita, Kansas - Motel -> Maleficent's Lair
Skills: N/A

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As Pandora held her mother's hand, the two were transported elsewhere. If Pandora didn't believe her mother had magic before, this basically confirmed it. It was a nice high rise apartment. Nicer than her own, which bugged her for some reason. Then again, she could have opted for higher if she wanted to. "Nice place. Are we in Kansas anymore?" she asked nonchalantly. She figured they had to be if Maleficent was looking for her.

As for what she wanted? She wanted to get started on magic training. I wanted more information on where she came from. What her mother did. What made Merlin want to take her away. But that would all come soon. "Why now? I guess that's as good a place to start as any. Why have you come now? And how did you find me exactly? I know you have magic and shit, but there's gotta be more. Is there a tracking device in me, because if so I want it out now."


[System]
Appearance:
With bleached-brown hair, artistically highlighted with blond pastel, Hiko is 6'2", 192 pounds of lean muscle and monolithic Japanese-American.
Learning style: Auditory-kinesthetic
Means of expression: Painting, athletics, music
Inspirations: Music, artistic community
Cardinal values: Compassion, exploration

[User]
12:31 am

Between the power outage and the hard, black clouds overhead, Seattle was little more than rain-slick silhouettes. The metallic drum of raindrops on dormant street lights competed with a barrage of echoing, hard-soled footsteps on the pavement. A pair of boots and a billowing black raincoat darted around a corner and under an awning to meet the front door fist-first. His slender but well-muscled hand pounded wet prints on the cheap paint. With a grimace, he clutched at his shoulder with his free hand. The blood warmed his icy fingers.

"Hello?" He shouted loud enough to be heard across the street, but received no reply. "Somebody, please -- open up!" He rested his wide back against the door, panting; his voice was hoarse with over a mile's fatigue. He released his shoulder and inspected his hand. It came away dripping crimson. "Fuck..."

He caught only a few breaths before he heard scraping in the distance. Without turning to look, he pushed himself off the door and took off again down the street.

[Assistant]
Though the rain was sharp and heavy against her skin, it whispered to her like a lullaby. Bit by bit, it washed the tension from her body, leaving sweet nothings in its place. Carmo sighed as the water counted the seconds she wasted. Opening her eyes, she looked up at the inky sky. It was a shame it was so overcast – the city's glow so often drowned out the stars, it was rare for them to get a chance to really shine. She closed her eyes again and ran her fingers through her hair. Or at least, she tried to. It was difficult when the strands were stuck together in stringy clumps.

Her laptop's battery had finally run dry, and with the city-wide blackout, Carmo'd resigned herself to an unproductive night. That was just as well. It wasn't like she'd been making any progress on the stupid article anyway. She'd been wrestling with it since late that afternoon, and what did she have to show for it? A half-assed opening paragraph that made her cringe just thinking about it. She'd had writer's block before, but this was just ridiculous.

And thus, Carmo found herself outside in the rain, ice sneaking up her veins like climbing vines. Just her and the water thrumming against her skin, the clattering of the droplets against the sidewalk – hang on. That clattering seemed much too punctuated to be rain. She opened her eyes again and turned her head towards the sound. Shapes melted together in the darkness, blurring in the downpour, but she was certain she could make out a figure in the distance. It was running. People didn't just go out for a midnight jog in a rainstorm. Her skin itched with new anticipation, and she took a step back, moving from the sidewalk to the shelter of her building's doorway. This wasn't normal. The silhouette grew more solid as it approached – and it was moving fast. Whoever it was must've been at least six feet tall, and they seemed to cross at least that distance with every stride. There was something else about them though – something in the way they favored one side… Carmo was fairly certain they weren't using their arms properly either. Something was wrong.

the figure grew larger and larger, the steps more clear and frantic. Carmo balled her hands into fists at her side. They could be in trouble. They could be trouble. The rain counted the moments she stood frozen in her doorway until right when they passed her door –

"Hey!"

[User]
For the first time in some hours, he heard a new sound: a voice. His heart expanded in his throat. He felt sick.

He was relieved. Apprehensive. Exhausted. More than anything, he was ever mindful of the scraping around the corner -- couldn't she hear it? He spun on one trained foot and lunged toward her house.

Then stopped.

"Please!" he panted, bent at the waist with trembling hands on his knees. "I'm being followed and I don't know what..." He gulped his desperation and looked up at the woman lost in the shadow of her doorway. "Can I come in?"

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Carmo stumbled back when the towering man lunged at her. She bit out a curse, steadying herself on the door frame. His words spun through her mind as she scrambled to process them. He was sopping wet and there was a manic edge to his voice, and for an instant she regretted drawing his attention.

"Wha- no!" Carmo knew how to take care of herself, but she wasn't an idiot. She leaned away from him, trying to get out of reach in case he tried to grab her, but she doubted it'd do much luck, lanky bastard that he was. "Who's chasing you? What's wrong?"

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The raised hood twisted, looking between the street and the woman again. The sound of steel on blacktop dug into the roots of his teeth.

"I don't know. It's got...claws? That's all I could see. Please...I just need somewhere to hide for...maybe half an hour." He ran his hand over his wounded right shoulder again, disappointed but not surprised when he found it as sticky as ever. Even as the rain beat down against the gash, his blood felt unmistakably thick between his fingers. "And...maybe some bandages. That's all, I promise."

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Carmo froze at his answer. Claws? What sort of– but then her eyes widened when she realized why he was holding his shoulder so tightly. Blood, inky black in the night, seeped between his fingers and stained his ruined coat. It was then that she finally heard the scraping.

"Shit," she bit out. Jamming her hand into her pocket, she fished out her keys and scrambled to open the door. "Inside!" she commanded, all but shoving the stranger through the door. Once they were both inside, she slammed the door shut, the automatic lock clicking into place. The door did nothing to dull the scraping sound, but Carmo did her best to ignore it. She reached in her pocket again for – she'd left her phone in her room. Letting out a sound that was some mix between a groan and a growl, she spun back to the stranger. "Upstairs. We need to get away from the door."

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Wiping his hand on his jeans, the man pulled out his own phone -- still at a respectable 67% charge -- and awoke the screen. Light on his size 12 feet, he dashed through the living room and leapt up the staircase, five steps at a time behind the ghostly blue glow of his phone's LED.

[Assistant]
Carmo hurried up the stairs after him and his ridiculous strides. Seriously, what was up with this dude's proportions if he could clear five steps at a time?

"Fourth floor," she called after him. When they got to the correct landing, she pushed past him to run to her apartment door, jamming the key into the lock and shoving it open. Once they'd both cleared the threshold, Carmo slammed the door shut – just as she heard the sickening crack of snapping wood and shattering glass from the ground floor. She didn't know if the ice seeping through her veins was from the rain or terror. Gritting her teeth, she spun to face the stranger in the darkness.

"There are families in this building!" She hissed it at him like it was a threat. The crackle of destruction had died down, but now there was the scraping again. It was getting closer. Fear and anxiety mixing with frustration, Carmo's hand curled into a fist and she slammed it against the wall. "Call the police," she said as she pushed past him, marching to her bedroom. When she returned, she was holding an aluminum bat.

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No matter how rapidly he climbed the steps, the screech of his attacker's claws never sounded any more distant. Like a needle at the peak of his spine, the groan of metal on undulating concrete reached intimately through his bones and deep into his nerves. The hair on the back of his head stood on end. His skin felt taut to his trapezius. Still, he made it upstairs in good time -- whatever that meant.

Crash.

His panicked mind struggled to make sense of the splintering. For an instant, he assumed the worst. He turned to look for his new ally -- futile, in the black night -- only to hear her voice, urgent and desperate as his own. This was all wrong.

Before he could begin stammering his justifications, he had orders. His thumb swished across the screen, back-lighting the watery, red smear he'd left behind. His gaze fixed on the upper corner of his phone. No signal. His molars creaked into one-another as he pounded out 9-1-1.

For his efforts, he got the frozen, off-color tone of the busy signal. His ears rang, pleading.

"Connect, damn it..." He might have said it more harshly if he hadn't had this argument every hour before. Had the outage claimed the cell tower, too? He wiped the screen on his coat and tapped the numbers in three more times as he stood at the door. None of his attempts surprised him.

His knit brows lifted to face the woman -- who was now armed.

"I don't understand -- it ignored everybody else! I thought if I came in, it would..." Does it matter? he asked himself. It's here now. What are you going to do about it? He glanced back at the door of the apartment, toward the figure that had followed him so far.

He weighed his options.

[User]
The unearthly scratching was punctuated by the stranger's urgent voice, both hushed and secretive, yet deafening in the darkness of Carmo's apartment. Her heart rose to her throat as her frantic mind tried to piece together their situation. There was something inside the building with them. They were in her apartment. Her apartment that had no fire escape (how would a young girl living on her own be able to afford a place unless no one else wanted it?) just a four story drop to the asphalt below. There was no escape. No alarm. No police.

Carmo grit her teeth against the fear bubbling up inside her and fought against the tears building in the corner of her eyes. The scraping was getting closer.

"Turn the camera on," she said, swallowing, "and get to the back. After… if you can, get it to Josh Chan at the Seattle Sun. Tell him –" Carmo trailed off. Tell him what? She shook head to herself and a tear escaped. "Just get it to him." Standing before the door, she tightened her shaking grip on her bat and raised it, ready to strike.

Then she looked over her shoulder to see the stranger's blurred figure.

"Carmo Koizumi," she said in a soft, frail voice. "You?"

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He flicked through menus with a practiced thumb, checked the indicator in the corner to see that the flash was on, and framed the small, protective woman and her door in the viewfinder. Too tired to argue, he just chewed the rising, acidic guilt in his throat; why the hell was she already prepared to make a last stand over his stupid mistake? If he just got out of here, maybe he could make this his problem again.

Still, they needed to know what they were up against. He held his ground, ready to get a picture...when the woman's weight shifted. She said something about caramel, and it took him five seconds to recognize it as a name. He sighed misty respect for her in the biting night air.

"Hiko Kogawa," he nodded in response, forcing husky strength back into his voice. "Yoroshiku." Something in that firmness said, Stay strong, Koizumi. We'll get through this. He only hoped she could hear it. In the next, tense moments, the tearing of linoleum gave way to a thud of finality.

After a moment's pause, the shearing continued, muffled somehow, until it faded into the distance. Did...did that thing just walk away? Its heavy nails raked back over the metal door frame and returned to the familiar, fruitless task of piercing solid concrete.

[Assistant]
Carmo knew about twenty words in Japanese, and through her adrenaline-fueled haze, she recognized that as one of them. The corner of her mouth quirked up into a tense smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Back at ya," she muttered. Then she returned her focus to the door and the sounds echoing behind it.

But then something shifted. The sounds changed and the scraping grew farther and farther away. Carmo didn't know how long she waited, poised and shaking after the sounds finally became nothing but a petrifying memory.

Eventually she let out the breath she'd been holding, body deflating. The aluminum bat fell to the floor in a clatter as Carmo collapsed in on herself. She was a little ball, shaking and drenched, sitting in the growing puddle that was no doubt ruining the old carpet.

[User]
Hiko dashed toward her collapsing form, the last vestiges of worry still clawing at his scalp. He extended his good arm, though he wasn't sure where; did she need a hug? A hand? Help walking? The stranger's distance made it hard to find his place.

"Are you hurt?" He thumbed for the flashlight in advance, ready to check on her wounds.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
Truth be told, Ben Lloyd was almost happy the Manticore hadn't decided to run. He wanted to get the mission done as soon as possible, he was more than ready to be done for the day, and he didn't want the massive Grimm on the ground with his teammate. But despite all of that, despite his desire to get the mission done, one little thing had been nagging him.

The Manticore was still alive. As long as that was true, he hadn't proven his point yet.

So when Goodwitch gave her orders, Ben didn't hesitate to dive head first back into the fray. Literally. Backing up a few steps from the end of the ramp, Ben took a running start and dove off of the ramp towards the Manticore below. The attack began before he ever reached the beast below, letting loose with his shotguns as he dropped towards the Manticore. Each Dust round, fire from the left and lightning from the right, served both to attack and to slow his fall. Ben was a little too eager to get back into the fight, sure, but he wasn't eager to be paste on the ground. He counted each shot, waiting until there was only a single shot left in each tonfa, before flipping them into a reverse grip.

Just in time, too. The wind whipped against his face, eyes protected only by his BaSTEELs, while he inched closer and closer to terminal velocity and the vast black expanse of the Grimm's back loomed before him. A grin stretched across his face mere instants before impact, the force gravity had imparted used to drive the two tonfa's blades deep into the Manticore's back. Deep by his standards, at least, less so for the titanic Grimm. Though his shotguns had slowed him down he nevertheless watched as the impact cut the Aura reserves indicated by his BaSTEELs from almost 300% down to 279%.

What a shame. Guess he'd have to make do with that paltry amount.

Ben let the remainder of his momentum carry his legs down from his impromptu handstand, boots impacting with the Grimm's back as his torso righted itself and pulled the blades from the beast's back in the process. That pinprick wasn't the true aim of his attack, however, it was just the vehicle of his arrival. Now things got fun. The chaingun had helpfully stripped most of the armor from the Grimm's back, making his run up its spine its spine one over uneven terrain rather than one over a mass of spikes. Deinamig ensured, though he watched his Aura levels drop a few points more, that the trip was quick enough to keep he Grimm from shaking him off. Not that he expected it to; in fact, he would be surprised if it had even noticed him. Cian's assault and its rage at Goodwitch's strike occupied most of its attention. Long enough for him to reach his destination, at least.

The chaingun had done one more helpfully thing, too; it had stripped a large swathe of the beast's mane from the back of its neck. The toxic spines within would have been an issue if it hadn't. As it was Ben reached the base of its neck a few seconds after landing with only five percent less Aura.

With a flick of the button, Ben's ears were treated to the music of clicking metal while Artorius and Lawnslot reoriented themselves and extended their blades to give him the right tool for the job. The Manticore was immense, many times taller than Ben himself, with a similarly massive neck. At its widest point the beast's neck was half again as wide as Ben was tall, easily. Not something a creature he could just decapitate.

But, then again, Caletfwlch was almost as big as he was. He could make a damn good try at it.

Ben brought the sword back over his shoulder, grin widening as he watched his Aura gauge plummet from 274% all the way down to 70 and strength filling his arms. A boost big enough to fill his Aura gauge two times over, and just enough left over to be ready for any trouble that might come up.

When Caletfwlch swung down, poised to cleave through more than half the diameter of the neck beneath him, the force from the recoil the last shot in Artorius' chamber provided was a drop in the ocean compared to Deinamig.

[Assistant]
"Lube's a sweeeeeetheaaaaaart," Lauren sang, stopping to stroke the ahoge of her adopted little brother before kicking another two drums onto the lift. Between the three of them, they'd moved about half of the drums so far in seemingly no time at all, and Luke Schwarz's ability to monologue and talk at the same time made him hella more productive. Having Sangue here was convenient. Luke's body always seemed to function without his tacit approval around cute girls.

He and Cap probably have a lot of war stories to share...

Maybe there was a reason all the guys in her life seemed to have sexual harassment stories.

...

They all need confidence!

By the time the one-time carjacker's rare moment of self-awareness had ended, she had gotten to the remaining baker's dozen of chemical drums. Staring at them for a couple seconds, she slowly looked all the way down to the end of the hallway where Sangue and Luke were talking, then back to the drums. An idea struck her.

What the fuck, Negasi?

Work smart, not hard.

"Coming your way, babe!"

By the time Sangue and Luke looked up at Lauren, a drum was rolling down the hallway towards them, leisurely paced thanks to a keen shove from one of Lauren's feet. A second joined it in short order. Then a third.

Soon, they had a neat little production line going. Had to be easier than going two at a time.

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He really did have a soft heart, she thought as Luke shared his own thoughts with her. It felt oddly strange to hear others talk about the well-being of those close to them; she had heard such things from her own team, but never with others. Perhaps she simply needed time to realize that many were willing to protect- even if some desired to hurt those who harmed their friends rather than protect said friends first. It was a reasonable way of protecting to some, and Sangue herself knew that much from personal experience before she entered the academy.

But it certainly conflicted with her slowly shaping moral.

"I think the... same," she spoke softly, her tone slightly more tender than before at the thought of those who were beloved to her. "I... think the same," she repeated.

All she had was her team, really. Her family was off on an unknown journey to survive and perhaps fulfill a mission, but at the cost of leaving Sangue in her untimely darkest times- her days as a child. Although she took it in well due to accepting the cold of fending off an unknown hostility in her home, she preferred the warmth of eating with those who laughed and dragged her into conversations rather than eating in the wilderness. She could live with the wild, but her newfound emotions made it hard to do so now.

If anything, she was living a completely new life. And she knew she had to be grateful for it.

"I..."

Pushing her second barrel a bit deeper into the lift, she turned to Luke with a rare expression. It was not a smile, but her eyes fixated on the boy with a softer gaze. It was rare for her to talk with students outside of her team aside from classes, and in classes, she was usually occupied with work or trying to stay awake due to a sleeping pattern left in shambles.

"I like... the way you think," she admitted, admiring his view on helping others. He was caring, yes, but that seemed to be an understatement. The care he held for those around him was far less selfish than her own. For while she cared about those close to her, it was mostly to relieve her own emotions that she helped others for.

It felt like she learned about a way to improve herself a bit. Just a bit. She still had numerous flaws, and only a small handful of talents that sometimes overshadowed said flaws.

"I like... people... who think that way," she stated honestly, almost repeating what she said earlier. "You're not... a nice... guy."

"You're... a great guy. A... cool guy. That's... how people refer to... people like... you. I think. The way you think- you should not let... go of it."

This was the most she had said to someone outside of her team. But this person named Luke seemed like someone she would respect, no matter what he really thought of her. Even if he found her to be odd, she found his own ideals to be simplistic, but oddly intriguing to someone like her.

"It's nice to know... there are... people like you. It really... is."

"I... want to be friends... with those kinds of people. They make... me feel... special. More than what I... should normally feel."

It really helped her to know that some people were nicer than her. So she did not find it a waste of time to talk with him. She hoped that she was not wasting his time.

Turning to Lauren, a light bulb brightened in Sangue's head as she moved over from the line of barrels that formed. Lauren was a genius! At least, to Sangue, she was. Or maybe the brawler was just clever, but cleverness was far more useful than the level of gullibility Sangue had.

Still, her own accuracy with the barrels was more inaccurate than a toddler throwing a softball. That could potentially waste time if Sangue kept missing the lift. With that in mind, the swordswoman decided to use the original method they used to move the barrels and rolled two barrels down to the lift.

[Assistant]
Having finished preparing in team SASG's room, which culminated in the somewhat-ceremonial donning of his favorite blue jacket, Abel felt at peace. As mundane as his actions over the past few hours had been, they truly did take the edge of the concerns that prodded him, and now, with all of his ducks in a row, he could depart for an evening in Vale with a mind unclouded. Before he left, though, he made his way to a cage situated on one of the cabinets. Several feet wide and only a little less deep, the enclosure contained all sorts of toys and terrain. Upon a grassy knoll slumbered Scoot the ferret, and the city of the little critter curled up and fidgeting in his dreams brought a warm smile to Abel's face. He dared not pet the small dude for fear it might awaken him, but he badly wanted to. An ethereal sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned toward the door.

With his left hand in his pocket, he strode through the silent corridors toward the airship docks. Despite the plan seemingly in order, he moved rather hesitantly. His teammates had yet, after all, to reply to the group text message to which Abel had most recently responded. Though not obsessive, the guardian absolutely preferred to have a plan agreed upon before taking any significant action. Deprived of such organization, any kind of group venture could only end in disaster: boredom, frustration, and regret. Abel knew that he could not let that happen. His team needed no more divisions.

A few moments passed while he read a poster advertizing for some sort of Beacon robotics club attached to the wall. The flier did not really pique his interest, but he felt it necessary to while away a little time in the hopes that his scroll would buzz from a newly-received message telling him what exactly to do. After all, if he hopped on an airship to Vale and it turned out Gren was making his own dinner while Shiro changed his mind, he'd be all alone in a big, crowded city. His patience was rewarded—a vibration in his pocket prompted him to produce the scroll and view the new revelation. What he saw, however, made him frown.

"Hey, y'all want to come out to Vale and hang out or something? Y'all don't have to if you don't want. Just an idea." What? Hadn't Shiro gotten confirmation just a little while ago that both Gren and Abel would be happy enough to accompany him to a pizzeria in Vale? Maybe the faunus forgot. Abel, remembering his comrade's issues with memory in the past, felt sadness pour over him. Dealing with an amnesiac reminded him too closely of dealing with a relative with Alzheimer's. Memories made people who they were; interacting with someone, knowing that their memories might slip away at any time, filled him with helplessness and sorrow. Carefully, Abel's fingers moved across the touchscreen. As per usual, his large digits sometimes pressed more than one letter key at once, and sometimes one he didn't mean to at all, but this time he kept these little accidents to a minimum.


[System]
Species: Halfling

Age: 57

Description: Regina is a bit tall for a halfling, a whole six inches taller than the average of 3 feet, with long, reddish brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. She has a pale complexion and a few small wrinkles, preferring to stay in the shade, and a thin but curvy figure that is slowly catching up with her age.
Regina wears a thin layer of leather armor over her clothes with multiple daggers hidden on her and a pair of longtooth daggers on her hips. Regina carries no less than 20 throwing daggers, 10 normal daggers and a pair of longtooth daggers on her at any time.

Personality: Regina is the type of woman to flirt with some of the younger women though nothing too far as she doesn't want to be left again. She's easy to anger if you say the wrong thing. However, she does keep her anger under control while at work. She's no longer the happy-go-lucky woman she once was, instead taking everything carefully and not letting anyone close again.

Skills/Abilities: Regina has great aim with her throwing daggers and is proficient with her normal daggers to block and redirect, allowing her to use her longtooth daggers, with their little extra length, to attack. She can also pick locks, pick pockets, find and remove traps, track people, most any skill a thief would find very helpful.

Other than that, she is an excellent with her psionic powers, allowing her to do many things most people cannot.
-Combat Mind: Using this, she has a clear understanding of where her allies and enemies are.
-Telekinesis: She can levitate most objects though nothing bigger than a small human male for more than a couple minutes.
-Levitation: She can lift herself up to 12 feet from whatever she's standing on.
-Complete Healing: With a 12-hour meditation process, she can heal herself of all injuries, illnesses, poisons and the like.
-Quick Healing: With a matter of a few minutes and a lot of concentration, she can heal her small injuries, though nothing bigger than a small cut.
-Adrenaline Control: By controlling the production and release of adrenaline in her system, she can give herself a temporary physical boost on demand.
-Body Weaponry: Using this, she can turn her hands into dagger blades or go as far as her elbow for a shortsword blade.
-Displacement: She can control where people see her, whether or not she moves.
-Teleport: With this, she can teleport up to 200 feet away in the blink of an eye, with loud popping sounds emitting from both the place she teleports from and to.
-Telepathy: Using this, she is able to communicate wordlessly with another intelligent being without having to worry about language barriers.
-Daydream: She can cause another person's mind to wander, allowing her to pick their pockets and get away safely with a lower chance of getting caught.

Magic: She has no magic though some have commented her psionics are similar.

Backstory: Regina was raised in a big halfling city, well as big a city as the halflings would build, with her numerous siblings. The only way she could stand out in her family enough to be remembered was the fact that, at a young age, she could make apples fly to her hand. She had practically never spent any time at home once she was old enough and had gotten caught picking locks and grabbing an apple for a snack. She had eventually decided, after nearly having her hand chopped off for the thousandth time, to leave the city and find a better life. She soon was found by a thieves' guild that took her in and began training her. She spent the next 15 years in the guild, training as hard as she could to get faster and stronger though her strength didn't improve by much. They found out about her psionic skills rather quickly and, being only the second psionic in the guild, learned from an older man who taught her how to teleport, heal small wounds, levitate items other than apples, such as herself, and so on.

After her training was finished, she began traveling again, ending up in Waeldeshore. It was there she met a group that was going to be fighting a dragon. She decided to join them, supplying the team with a lot of jerky during their travel to the cave. They ended up stealing a magic artifact from a sleeping dragon, one of two in that particular cave and escaping rather quickly. Upon arriving back at the town, most of them decided to spend the night. Regina offered to share a room with one of the more beautiful, yet still a bit scary, women on the team. When she awoke, however, she saw her ally was gone. She had searched for days but the trail was cold and she couldn't follow what she couldn't find. Instead, she decided to go east.

She went far east, ending up in a land much different than what she was used to a year later. It was there she met another halfling woman, a bard who instantly captured her heart. She traveled with the bard, acting as her bodyguard for a decade and a half until she was injured badly. She was unconscious for days as she slowly healed herself from nearly dying but, when she awoke, the bard was gone. She asked around but nobody had seen the halfling bard around in days. She had been abandoned again.

With nothing else to do, she returned to the west. It took 4 years to travel back, as she had done other jobs along the way to distract her, but she eventually returned to Wealdeshore. With not much else to do, she became a guard for one of the local pubs. It's been 5 years since her return and, in that time, she's proven to be a great asset as well as a new resident for the foreseeable future.

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It struck the aging ranger with some surprise that, of all places, the halfling came to her room to inform her of the danger that had befallen the manor rather than trip some ward or alarm to gain the attention of many, if not perhaps all within it. Just as quickly, she questioned why there was no attempt to invade her mind - as this had become a trend - not that she would have easily overcome the aura of mental stability and calm that came with the lioness, but there had previously no lack of time and trying to be had until now. All together this, and at the same time an assailant, brought her to some unease.

The surprise of these combined effects, which then played out upon her face as her worn brow rose its fur, was much more skeptical in appearance than it was in reality; within she really had little idea as to what was or was not even transpiring now. Everything in her wanted to hunt down her enemy, here and now, to eliminate a threat where it potentially was weakest; devoid of many of its magical abilities.

Regardless, the woman's indifference to this event, particularly that she was so idle as to sit on the room's bed rubbed the metaphorical fur the wrong way; Sakaala twitched, the knap of her neck's hairs standing lightly on end. The barrage of things she wanted to say to the psychic, some of which were less than kindly, found themselves withheld as her expression then changed, returning to a more thoughtful and insightful approach. Now was not the time to instruct more tactful efforts.

Before she could speak, the small woman visibly closed her eyes, and the massive bestial woman then shut door as quietly and casually as she could manage; a sly foot, of which supported her enormous weight, sat firm against its path. That door, if there ever was a time to be opened, was not about to find itself so now - not unless a man of immense strength wished it to be, in which case she reasoned the door itself would just splinter to nothingness, and a man of such power was fortunately among her company rather than the enemy's. Then guiding her body so as not to be along the door's path, as her silhouette was anything but small, the warmage carefully drew the blade from its free resting place across her back. Then held in the grasp of her left hand, now the better of the two, it hung quietly - seeming to weigh no more than a quill in the monstrous being's graces despite its scale.

"Regina," She started, eyes never once having left the brown eyed woman across the room despite her careful positioning, "Do tell me which presences come to the door - I would rather not liberate the head of a companion from its place upon their shoulders. All you need do is but nod yes or no."

The padded, worn fingers wrapped tighter about the elven blade's leather grip once she finished speaking; its deadly single edge and angular shape toward its bite meant it struck truer than most upon flesh. Its ominous, almost nonexistent hum when put into motion, made it the sort that favored lethal, clean blows.

Other hand braced, she continued in conversation, hoping that any oncoming eavesdropper would be fooled into thinking no such trap was readied. As simple was it was, to break into the room that was, one would likely not expect immediate danger where there had not been any previously in the doorway itself, or so the huntress' rationale went. Turning the tides of surprise was all she could do until others were gathered, particularly so if the halfling was as ill prepared for a skirmish as she seemed to be sitting there upon the plush bed. Then again, such things could not be known; if a wizard could be idle, content and reading a book, and suddenly gesture into reality some conjured monstrosity, what was to say the psioncally gifted could not do something similar? She had seen her levitate before, and that was all she needed to know.

"As for my bath, this would not be the first time I have been interrupted, but I accept the apology." She said, jowls coming to rest in a confident smile.

There was a slight lull in the conversation as Hills proved to stare off momentarily, and thus the subject was changed. Silence was not a friend in this very moment, so new words and thoughts were brought forth. "The lady of the house, you seemed to know her - well, perhaps even."

@Belwicket@IcePezz@Zero Hex@vietmyke@Jon Y

[Assistant]
Ajax, having just climbed out of the bath after the water had turned a disgusting yellowish-brown, cocked an eyebrow and studied the newcomer under the room's revealing light, looking her up and down without minding his own lack of garments of any sort. He could make out the features of a fairly attractive woman, strong and lithe but with wide hips and meaty thighs. He stood tall as he was with hands on his hips and elbows bowed outwards, though he slighty turned to profile himself, to better put one of his own legs in the path towards his groin. Even the invulnerable have more sensitive areas, and that was a universal weak point of just about every humanoid race.

Still, he towered over the sneak and was clearly well above her weight class. His scarred, leathery hide and powerfully chiseled muscles gleamed and steamed from the recent cleansing, and as Ajax tensed ever so slightly to ready for an attack they bulged with barely contained power. It made for a strong show of poise, and perhaps it would make the intruder think twice about trying to start anything with someone that looked, for all intents and purposes, unstoppable. "Well well well, please come in. I was told there would be no entertainment tonight, but you'll do nicely", he grinned at the woman.

"Or would you happen to be the assassin my clearly unhinged employer talked about? She'd pay handsomely for your head but the psyker kid really wants a piece of you. You know, the tiny one? You really upset her, she even threw a little tantrum".

[User]
Stepping out of the bath, Emil had been in the middle of running a towel through his hair when he heard a knock at the door. It was Ionathan, apparently Regina, the tiny halfling mage had requested their presence in the beastwoman's room. "Yes, of course!" Emil called out as he quickly donned a pair of sturdy off-white trousers and his deep blue tunic. Quickly pulling on his boots, Emil paused as he reached for his sword- should he bring it? Would it be in bad taste to carry a weapon to a companion's room? Back in Edessa, the knights always wore dress swords with their finer livery when they were out in public or visiting others- Emil had opted not to bring his finer clothes or dress sword as it appeared to be unnecessary for such a quest. Besides, it would be foolhardy to wear plain cloth and gold and silver encrusted swords when on the treacherous roads.

Deciding not to bring his sword, Emil quickly made his way to the door and opened it. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sir." Emil apologized, "Let us go then."

"Did Regina say what this was all about?" Emil asked.

[Assistant]
"Did Regina say what this was all about?"

Ionathan shrugged his shoulders "I'm afraid not, but I doubt she would disturb everyone if it was some minor matter."
Walking down the hallway Ionathan had to get something off his chest.
"Sir Erran, to avoid any misunderstanding I must say that although I try to live by the rules of chivalry as any knight would, I myself am not a knight , my title of Sir was awarded to me after the Waeldeshore incident, I took no vows to the state or to the crown, so please, just call me Ionathan". He disliked using his title almost as much as he disliked people recognising the he was a half elf, in his view, he played a small role in the Waeldeshore incident, rallying the guard when the chain of command was broken and yet he got a title while others who contributed more got little more than a thank you.

Upon knocking on the door, it was soon opened by Sakaala. As he entered he saw Regina who probably walked in and sat on the bed without asking.
"I apologise for my halfling friend for her lack of etiquette, her boldness is not meant to irritate I assure you" Ionathan said giving a polite smile, slightly bowing his head in apology, he had expected nothing less from the Halfling who invaded people's minds.

Turning to Regina he noticed that she was either day dreaming or in deep thought. Not knowing whether or not to grab her attention, Ionathan stood upright hands clasped behind his back and waited for her to acknowledge the presence of himself and Emil.

@vietmyke @AdamantiumWolf @Zero Hex @The Harbinger of Ferocity @IcePezz

[User] Regina nodded upon hearing a knock at the door, feeling Ionathan's and Emil's minds. With them both there, she finished the last of her thoughts. "We have an intruder. I don't know who they are, where they are or-" Here eyes widened then narrowed quickly. "Isabeau is here. Somehow, she's learned Psionics, which I'm not all too surprised at. I guess she was expecting to have to face off against me." She jumped off the bed, looking at the three of them. "Do either of you know anything?" she asked the men, looking up at them. She then turned to Sakaala. "You look to have strength but what else do you have?" she asked, looking her over. "Magic?" she asked with a shrug. She then looked at the door, having heard their answers, and narrowed her eyes again. "She's hiding again." she sighed. "I think she's still inside but I don't know where. We should get to her before Genevieve if I am to converse with her exactly what she means. Sakaala, Ionathan... Emil, was it?" she asked glancing up at him. "I think we should begin the search."


[System]
Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Description:
Standing at about 6 foot even, Murphy is not much of an imposing figure. His weight bounces around 165 to 170 pounds, mostly extra fat coming and going. That being said, he is in pretty good shape. Murphy does not have an Olympian body, but he was a High School athlete and has maintained his physique since then. Sparse dark brown hairs cover his arms and legs, not too much and it is not too thick, but it is there. His head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. It is cut nicely with shorter sides and a top that is only a little bit thicker. Murphy has deep, sometimes piercing, blue eyes. His facial hair is a thick, short cut, brown beard and mustache. On his right forearm, down the side, Murphy has a scar from when he broke his arm and the bone pierced the skin. As far as tattoos and piercings, he has none.

Generally speaking, Murphy's attire consists of basketball shorts and T-shirts in the spring, fall, and summer. And sweats, jeans, and hoodies in the winter. On the day that Murphy decided to fly to Minnesota with the mysterious airline ticket, he was wearing black basketball shorts and a gray Adidas T-shirt with aviator sun glasses. As well as a backpack filled with some backup clothing, toothbrush, toothpaste, and some other essentials.

Hometown:
Ocala, Florida.

Occupation:
Enforcer for a Meth dealer.

Biography:
Murphy was born and raised in the decently sized town of Ocala, Florida. His mother was a nurse at the local hospital and his father was a police officer. There are no other children in the O'Connor family besides Murphy but his father had five brothers who had multiple children and for awhile they all lived in Ocala with Murphy and his parents. Growing up Murphy was very close to his cousins, they were one big clique. As a group, they stayed together while in school and often backed each other up if there was a fight or dispute. That being said, they did not fight others often. Murphy was closest to his cousins Daina and Cory. Daina and Cory were brother and sister, and growing up, Murphy felt as if he was the third child in that group. His parents were very close with Daina and Cory's parents.

School was simple for Murphy. He was not the brightest lightbulb but he was not the dimmest one either. He happily lazed around average for all 12 years of school. Murphy was a B student. That being said, he did excel in sports, namely Football. He played for his High School team all four years and made varsity his Junior year. After High School, Murphy fell in with a group of delinquents. This happened because his cousins, all of them, and their families, moved across the US to different states. After a few months, Murphy was hanging around Meth dealers. Murphy's father lost his life to brain cancer when Murphy was 19 and his mother became severely depressed. Murphy moved out into the home of his dealer friend. Before long, Murphy was the enforcer. He would beat up on junkies who owed the dealer money and also jump other dealers who were trying to move in on his territory. Murphy received the letter and decided that it was time for a change.

Other:

[User]
Three more people showed up. Regular people, from the looks of it. The first just simply sat down across from Murphy. The strong silent type apparently. Then came another gentleman. He did not seem like the type to appear to random meetings. In fact, he did not look like the type to get out of his house that much. Murphy let a smile slowly cross his face. Then he spoke. "Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me?" He asked. Murphy had heard some of the question, enough to give an answer. Murphy removed one of the ear buds from his ear, then the other. He paused the music then placed his whole musical setup in his pocket. "Not me and I doubt Mendez here" Murphy was now just being racially insensitive and an asshole, "is the one we're meeting either." Murphy chuckled a bit. "Sorry" he apologized, not really meaning it, to the South American man sitting across from him. Then the girl arrived. Murphy saw it as a chance to break up the 'sausage fest' that had become the terminal that was 'under construction'. She also had a question.

"Uhm. Hi. Is this...um...under construction?" She asked. "Barely. Look at this place. The only 'construction' here would be the tarps in front of the entrance and the cones and tape. Look at this place" he stood up and waved his arms around. "There is no construction" he looked down at his phone. "It's noon and not a single sign of anyone other than ourselves. God did I honestly just waste a day flying up to Minnesota" Murphy shook his head. "Thank God I brought cash to buy a ticket home. What a joke" he said, turning to leave. Murphy tossed his bag over his shoulder and began to walk away.

"Not so fast Mr. O'Connor. I'm sure that the Ocala authorities would love to apprehend you once you get back from the Orlando airport." A voice said. Murphy turned quickly, curiosity and shock on his face. An older man was standing near the elevator. His attire consisted of a nice, expensive looking, suit and some glasses. "Mr. Garcia, Mr. Caster, and Ms. Glaindale. I am glad that the four of you were able to arrive on time, unlike some of the group" the man looked down at his watch. "I shall send for someone to wait here for them." He said, retrieving his phone. The man did not place a call, just a text. A few minutes of silence passed and the elevator opened. Another, younger man, in a suit walked out and stood silently away from the group.

"Now you are probably wondering what you are doing here and who I am. Well I am Mr. Lancaster. And to be frank, I know almost everything there is to know about all of you. That being said, I'll keep most of it private. Sorry for outing your enterprises Mr. O'Connor" he said, looking at Murphy before turning back to the rest of the group. "If you would gather your belongings we can head downstairs" he said, calmly, motioning towards the elevator. Murphy shrugged and entered the elevator. "Enthusiasm Mr. O'Connor. That'll get you places".

[Assistant]
Emma blinked and furrowed her brows, following after the guys, her jaw slightly unhinged.

"You know our names? I don't know you. I literally picked up this letter to come here and I don't know you. How...?" Her sentence trailed off as she realised that no one really cared, everyone was just moving.

"Fine, but uhm...this might have to be explained later."

Great confident way of speaking, Emma. Not.

She moved with them, her eyes wandering to the other guys, all seeming to be around her age or in their 20's. She didn't know that there was only males here. If she did, she would of classified it as a dick party and thrown the letter out. Oh well, she was here now, so it was too late. Her only hope was to not get kidnapped. Or was that happening right now? Oh god. She stopped in her tracks, watching all of them. Was this ok?

[User]
Raul was assessing the man across from him. He looked kind of athletic, but also like a pretty average guy outside of a gnarly scar. The thought that this might be a sting operation certainly had crossed his mind, but this guy just didn't look like some kind of major player in the criminal underworld.

Of course maybe I don't either

And he wasn't. Sure, he may have been poised to take over his father's position but he was by no means a kingpin to be toppled. And besides, even with that rationale, why the United States? He knew they enjoyed meddling in his country's affairs, and well really the affairs of every place in South America, but still, it would seem far fetched.

Perhaps we're being recruited?

Some kind of criminal mastermind might see potential in us, and want us for some kind of bigger, grander exploits. He hoped that wasn't the case, because he wanted to be done with all of that. Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look, and a lot of the thoughts of some kind of master criminal organization went out the window. This dude kind of looked like a dork. He reminded him of the clueless tourists him and his brothers would rip off if they were dumb enough to stray far from their resorts. He cut off his own harsh judgement and began to stray to a different line of thought.

He looks kind of nerdy, maybe he does some kind of hacking type shit

He didn't know much about news in the states, but apparently these Anonymous guys were hacking everything or whatever. Maybe they wanted him? Raul didn't know shit about computers, but perhaps they needed guys with street smarts to enforce for them or something? He didn't really get how the Anonymous thing worked, it had been a passing conversation topic between him and his father at one point, but not much more.

Raul was taken aback by the other man's racially charged comment, and stood up before the man quickly apologized with a chuckle. He might have started a fight if he was back in Venezuela, but he was trying to be a new person, not one who started shit over everything. Still, he didn't want to let the comment go unchallenged, so he let out a "Hey man watch it" before a pale redheaded girl interrupted with an awkward greeting.

Alright, I legitimately have no clue whats going on

There didn't really seem to be any connection between the four of them. He truly was in the middle of a band of misfits. When the first man spoke of wasted time and began to walk off, Raul thought to do the same, before a strong voice made him turn to look. Him and his younger companion both looked more like what he had expected. Suits, a professional demeanor, the kind of guys who wheel and deal in the high levels of the cartels and crime rings in his area. The comment the newcomer made about the man about to leave did not go unnoticed either.

So this O'Connor guy has been in the game at least

He felt a little bit better. Whatever this was, he wasn't the only one with a past. And even though the fact that this man seemed to know about his was concerning, at least he seemed to plan on keeping it a secret.

Well I'd probably get a similar threat if I don't play along

And so knowing he had little choice in the matter at the stage he took a few pensive steps onto the elevator. He had been stewing in questions all day, and the new developments had only given him more. He had been hesitant to say much of anything, but he just had to know.

"Are you cops? Crime bosses? Those Anonymous hacker guys? Why me... or I mean us?"

He realized asking why he was chosen might reveal things he wasn't ready for just anyone to know. He only hoped that the man was bluffing when he said he knew everything about his past, because there were dark corners of it that he wanted to remain buried.

[Assistant]
Emma walked into the elevator with the men after shaking off the thought of being kidnapped. They seemed legit enough. She shuffled in, standing in the far corner, arms folded. She tried to keep her eyes fixed to the wall of the elevator, but her eyes wandered to the people. She studied the lines of the faces, the colours, everything about them. She was an artist, and this was a habit. She then let her eyes trail over the men in suits, her lips parting slightly as she let her mind drift of into questions again.

Where were they going?

Did she really have to be the only girl here?

Did those men know everything about them?

It couldn't be too bad, but...wait...everything?

Emma had never truly believed her mothers death was a car crash, it couldn't of ended that...suddenly. Maybe they knew what happened to her? Maybe it was just something in her mind making her delusional, but she had an option. Whatever they were here for, whatever they were going to be told to do, to be in trouble for, she had a chance. A chance to unravel the truth. It may of been with a few hipsters, a person as short as her and some men in suits, in a little elevator, but she would ask when she got the chance, away from all the others.

She didn't think it was the right time to ask names, so she kept herself quiet, arm folded slightly, leaning on the wall of the Elevator and keeping her gaze fixed on anything but anyone.

[User]
The trio boarded the elevator. They were then followed by the older man in the suit, Mr. Lancaster. Murphy took a quick survey, again, of those who were around him. Garcia must have been the South American gentleman and Glaindale must have been, obviously, been the woman. Now he knew their names but they also knew his. O'Connor. And because of Mr. Lancaster's big mouth, they knew that Murphy had a criminal background. Wonderful. The elevator looked to be a freight elevator. Large, brown, and a metal gate came down as Lancaster hit the 'down' button. The door closed with a loud thud, and then the steel elevator doors closed together. Murphy felt a feeling of dread as the elevator descended. It was not a quiet elevator but not one person inside of the elevator said a word.

Finally the large machine came to a halt. The doors opened. A beautiful white hallway was revealed, about ten people were buzzing around inside of the hallway. Not all of them were wearing suits. Lancaster led them out of the elevator and down the hall. The people in the hallway stopped and watched the trio carefully, precise, as they walked by. "I wonder what their deal is" Murphy said, trying to create a joke to lighten the mood. Lancaster killed it with his next comment. "They're wondering if they'll ever see you again" he smiled.

They finally arrived at a decently sized room. "Take a seat".