[System]
Alias/Codename: Frostbite

Age: 18

Country of origin: Denmark [Aarhus]

Basic appearance: The first thing you'll notice about Copen is that he's tall. Very tall. At 6,4", he stands above most people - and also has a coltish, slender frame. He is comfortable in his own skin, and although he sometimes wishes he wasn't so slim, he compliments his build in tailored button-down shirts, dark jeans and smart shoes. He has light blonde hair that often sticks up in random directions - but it suits his bubbly personality. He has navy blue eyes and blonde eyebrows that arch high when he smiles and laughs (which is quite often). He has quite 'sharp,' facial features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

Costume: N/A. He doesn't sew...

Skills:
~ Persuasion. Copen can be quite charming, and he enjoys it too.
~ Language. He can speak fluent English and Danish, and some mediocre German.
~ Fit. Although only leanly muscular, he's quite a good runner.

Powers:
~ Water and ice manipulation. Copen can control the movement of water and ice, including turning it between both states. This power comes with weakness toward fire and extreme heat.

Brief bio: Copen grew up with an average life in Aarhus, Denmark. He was a popular child with his ever-present smile and louder-than-life laugh - although he wasn't ever particularly clever, he wasn't nasty either. When he hit 17, along came his growth spurt - and the powers too. His parents were scared, but accepting of what had happened. His powers grew stronger, and he had no proper instruction on how to use them. One day, he was by the sea with his friends, and a couple of drinks later he was messing around the ocean. With a surge of power, a huge wave rose up and crashed over the friends - one of whom could not swim, and drowned amongst the panic.
Copen was not prosecuted, but it was advised by the Danish government that he attend the Avenger's Academy if he aspired to use his powers for good and keep them in check. With mediocre grades and guilt hanging over his head, he agreed and the move was organised between embassies. He headed out on a plane by himself, to the Academy.

(For official use only)
Initial observation report: Subject shows strong magical ability, albeit with weak control. Water manipulation noted. No signs of other powers. Good cardio fitness, average strength.

Training regimen/expertise:
~ Power management
~ Fitness - strength and cardio
~ Basic combat training

Potential outlook: High potential if powers can be managed. Possibility that water in blood/plants may be manipulatable.

Best case scenario: Strong candidate for future spokesman hero.

Worst case scenario: If powers overwhelm - possibility of devastating consequences. Incarceration in safety facility/send to Xavier's institute.

[User]
Damon watched the Quinjet arrive with mixed feelings. He hated being in enclosed areas, not only did they usually prevent his wings from unfolding fully, but in this case they also contained people. He felt himself grumble at the thought of dealing with them.

Damon gripped the duffel that contained his few belongings. Belongings that consisted of mostly clothing and one picture of himself and his mother. He would have the duffle put on his shoulder, but the strap was designed to go over the shoulder and considering two very large hinderences for such things on his back, he went with holding the thing. He had never seen the Quinjet before, yet he was clearly not impressed. He had wanted to just be told where the academy was so he could just fly there, but apparently that wasn't going to be allowed.

Damon rolled his shoulders and watched the door lower in front of him. Contained within the metal flying tube were two others. Without a word to them, he folded his wings more and strode on. He walked right past them, dropped his duffel and took a seat...his current expression giving clear anti social vibes. He watched the door close and say more comfortable before regaining the anti social expression. He hoped he wouldn't have to work with these two...or talk to them. Really he just wanted to get there already so he could get off of the thing and away from people.

[Assistant]
Copen was waiting in a designated area nearby his bed and breakfast, his blue suitcase waiting next to him. The day was bright and clear - fresh, he reflected, like the start of his new life today. The Avengers were famous all around the world, including Europe and even Denmark; people gasped at the stories in the newspaper and the one time that Tony Stark had flown overhead on a whim, social media had gone crazy. He ran a hand through his unruly blond hair, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. They'd told him that a small aircraft was coming to pick him up, but he couldn't see anything yet...

The handsome young man had to wait a few minutes more, and used them up by scrolling through Facebook. There were messages on his wall, wishing him luck - and he smiled to himself, albeit a little sadly. He'd miss his family. Hell, he already did. The vegetation around him started to wave, and he felt a strong gust of wind lifting up tendrils of his hair. He glanced up from his phone, mouth dropping open slightly at the sight. "Woah." That wasn't any ordinary helicopter, that was for sure.

Suddenly smiling, he picked up his suitcase with ease and walked confidently over to the aircraft. After a moment's hesitation, he walked up the runway to be greeted with the sight of three other young guys. At least two looked friendly enough. "Hej," he greeted them, his Danish accent coming through perhaps a little too strongly. Copen grinned his usual charming smile, putting his suitcase down and glancing around with no small amount of awe before returning his dark blue gaze to them. "This is... pretty cool. I'm Copen." It was an announcement to both of them, his loud voice carrying through the room.

He could see from the windows that the helicarrier was lifting itself off the ground again - impressive, seeing as he'd felt nothing. Deciding that it would be safest to sit, he plopped himself down on one seat and looked at them all expectantly.

[User]
Nodding her head lightly to the beat of the music blaring from her headphones, Angelique kept her eyes fixed firmly on the skyline as she tapped her fingers absent-mindedly to the tune. She was sat atop the roof of some random block of backstreet flats, in the run-down area of the Tenderloin. She had been offered a lift straight to "Superhero school" from Stark tower, but she'd rejected it. There was shit she had to take care of before running away to some high class school to get her powers in check. Unfortunately, said shit was still at her supposed "home" in uptown 'Cisco. There were old friends to say swift goodbyes to, and certain items she had to collect from her bedroom... none of that materialistic rubbish that her cazzo of a father had bought her, but the things that actually meant something to her. An old locket of her mother's; a woven bracelet made by her youngest cousin; a tattered postcard sent from Venice by her Aunt and Uncle; and a thirty-year-old bottle of grappa, home brewed by her crazy, alcoholic Nonno, her grandfather, among other items. The liquor inside was divine, and likely had an alcohol content higher than the country of America allowed, but the grapes bobbing about within the liquid? They tasted of pure death, and she was going to take great delight in sharing them with her future comrades.

Unless, of course, they were some kind of goody-two-shoes that would just report her for having alcohol. The silly American laws on youthful intoxication was yet another thing she hated about having moved over here, and Angel wasn't going to let someone try and use that on her. Not on a place like the heli-carrier, after all.

"Well, well. Speak of the devil." Angel murmured quietly as her eyes caught sight of the quin-jet, slowly yet smoothly descending on the rooftop behind her. It was quite the beauty, that was certain. She'd seen it a few times, on various new stations whenever the Avengers had come to save the day - she hadn't expected to be picked up in it, that's for sure.

Pulling the headphone jack from her iPod to halt the music, Angel threw her carry-all over her shoulder as she stood up, wincing ever so slightly at the motion. When she'd been hastily collecting her things, she'd tripped a silent alarm. Stupid, and reckless, but she'd been pretty emotional at the time - enough so to not think straight. Anyways, the sentry bots her father had had put in were awakened by it, and started attacking her. Angel wanted to think that he'd programmed that purposefully, but she knew that wasn't likely... he wasn't that heartless, after all. Either AIM had gotten their filthy paws on it, or he'd just programmed it wrong. Knowing what failures went on in Hammer Industries, it was likely the latter. The stupid things were always malfunctioning. Still, it probably didn't help that she'd broken in. Either way, one had pulled a lucky shot as she'd taken off with her bags of stuff, and grazed her arm. Thankfully, it was a lousy shot. Still stung like a bitch though.

Shaking off the thought, Angel pulled the headphones from her ears and gripped them in her free hand as she entered the quin-jet, glancing at each of the four individuals.

"Okay... so, we've got a new-age viking minus the beard... the token Broody "Don't-Make-Friends-With-Me-Because-My-Life-Is-Full-Of-Darkness" McGlower... a guy who looks about twelve-years old... and some normal brunette. Cool." She thought to herself as she took each of them in. There was some modicum of diversity here; irregardless of the lack of women.

"Ciao! I suppose I'm the first female?" She began with an easy grin to the four of them, setting her bag on one of the many empty seats. "I'm Angelique di Diavolo - please call me Angel. It's less of a mouthful for you, and less of an annoyance for me." Her accent still carried traces of her Italian heritage, some strong in some places, others not so obvious as the generic American accent took over. Sitting down in a seat by the blond, Angel wrapped her headphones up and placed them back in her satchel, which hung from her shoulder. "I look forward to working with you all - this should be interesting." Said with a somewhat foxy grin, she waited on the names of the others. They certainly seemed interesting, in their own respects.

[Assistant]
Copen looked toward the new arrival, blond eyebrows arched as she walked inside. Ah, it was a girl! His good-natured expression did not fade as she introduced herself, friendliness radiating off her like waves. He gave her a wink as she came closer. When she took the seat next to him, he straightened slightly, noticing just how small she seemed next to his lanky frame. In fact, he looked to be the tallest person here. It sort of made sense - after all, normal soldiers were usually around 6 foot or slightly below, since muscle was difficult to pack on such a long-limbed body. He knew that all too well, although he'd gotten over it by now.

Her accent was interesting, if anything. His English was fluent, but his Danish accent was still heavy on his words - most Americans so far had guessed that he was German. Being a second language speaker, he had had a small amount of trouble distinguishing just what type of accent Angel had. But if the surname was any hint... "Hi, I'm Copen Thorsen," he said with a grin, turning in his seat and holding his hand out to her. "Another European, no? Italy? Looks like SHIELD is- er, - having a wide selection." He'd struggled there for a moment, but had thankfully recovered before embarrassing himself. Not that he often felt embarrassed, but it was difficult when people were critiquing his language at every word. "I'm from Denmark - Aarhus."


[System]
General Overview

---
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hometown: Nacrene City, Unova
Life Goal: World renowned artist

---

Characterization

---

Appearance: Margo is average height for a girl, about 5'4", with a slender face and high cheekbones, freckles dappled around her nose and under her eyes. She boasts long, curly auburn hair that ends around the small of her back and is usually styled in a plethora of ways: ponytails, pigtails, braids, straight, etc. Margo has a nice sunkissed look to her skin most of the time from her outdoor activities, and rarely shows off her beautiful crooked smile. Bright green eyes are always alert and full of life, observing her surroundings more closely than most people, sometimes hidden under her thick eyebrows. She's usually seen wearing shorts or overalls with a breezy t-shirt when she's travelling, sometimes donning a large beach hat. Inside she's almost always wearing a grandmotherly-looking knit cardigan that's beginning to look ratty with age. Platform flip-flops are her best friend.

Biography: Margaret Mazarin was born to a family of Pokemon Breeders, famously known for their Pokemon Daycare, in Nacrene City. While their work place was on Route 3, Margaret's parents (Sabrina and Mackenzie) lived up the street in Nacrene City in one of the non-traditional warehouse homes. They made an honest living working at the daycare center and enjoyed their work more than most, taking pride in returning trainers their pokemon with a 'new and improved' speech. After Margaret was born, her mother and father would take turns watching her and running the daycare, until she was old enough to bring along with them and help her learn their work early on.

Margo had an uneventful life as she grew up and went to school. She was always a very smart student--especially with the library in her town a big resource for studying--and never made waves among her classes. Her favorite class had to be art, and as she began to realize her passion she started to drift slowly but surely from her parents. While never wishing to disrespect her parents, their constant comments about how much less time she was joining them at work was beginning to irk her. At 14, she finally had an outburst at dinner about how she didn't want to be a breeder like her parents and her grandparents and her great-grandparents. She wanted to become an artist that would influence people for years to come. Her mother cried at the sudden emotion her little girl expressed; the thought that her daughter didn't want to do what they did hadn't crossed her mind.

This outburst would introduce the next grudging year, the 15-year old becoming ever more rebellious towards her parents and their (gentle) pushing to help their daughter understand that being an artist wasn't easy and that becoming a pokemon breeder was just as respectable and influential. Margo would ignore their advances, closing her door and turning up her music while she worked instead. The inevitable happened eventually though--her parents sat her down and talked to her about what she planned to do with the rest of her life and how she was going to accomplish her dreams of becoming an artist. Surprisingly, they were supportive of their daughter and wished that she could see they wanted her to become a pokemon breeder to at least get her start in life when she was still practicing her art. Unsurprisingly, Margaret could not see her parent's points, clouded by teenage hormones and a rebellious feeling growing stronger by the minute in the pit of her stomach. Thus, she could only hear 'no,' 'no,' and 'no.'

So, she left. With a backpack of essentials and the money earned from her time at the daycare, Margaret fled Nacrene City with a letter left for her parents. Thankfully, Castelia City was a hop, skip, and a jump away and thus she was able to find a ship headed for Septoh and boarded it before her parents were able to piece together what their beloved only daughter had done. Her parents were left broken, while Margo felt renewed and alive as she sailed away to a brand new place with brand new people.

Personality: Margaret, to be blunt, is a typical teenage girl. She can be sweet and caring, annoying and smart-alecky, moody and irrational. The list only goes on and on. One of her most prominent traits would be how much of a pushover she can be, though. Her parents had ingrained in her from the very beginning that 'the customer is always right,' and that philosophy has become so burned into her brain that her actions revolve around the saying--except everyone is a customer in her brain. A classmate called her Meredith for an entire school year and she never bothered to correct them due to her polite restraint. While she's attempting to break this habit of never correcting someone, her progress is slow, but now that she's in a new place she's hoping it'll be easier.

Margo is also a very passionate soul, a fire burning underneath her skin at all times. She loves her art and finds inspiration in anything and everything, sometimes so overcome with emotions that she needs a moment to jot something down or make a mental note not to forget her muse for that day. This passion was probably the gasoline for the rebellion that had grown within her from her family never listening to her own wishes for her life--it was the enabler that finally told her to just do something about it. Margo would never admit it, but sometimes she's frightened of the things that she contemplates when the passion takes hold of her. This has also started to lead into other emotions, like her stubborn approach to most things nowadays and the way her patience grows very thin very quickly.

On top of everything else, like anyone, Margaret sometimes gets too caught up in her own endeavors. She takes on too many projects and hobbies that will eventually overwhelm her. While she'd repeatedly insist becoming an artist was her only ambition in life, it's just the most recent of her hobbies that she had centered her entire life on. The girl is like a lost soul, just trying to find her true calling like anyone else in the world.

Quirks: > > Margo spaces out in conversations, battles, almost anything really, more than she'd like to admit.
> > She is incredibly superstitious. She's also quite the believer in things like fate and luck.
> > She hates wearing socks, and thus loves sandals no matter the weather.

---

What's in my Bag?

---

Pokemon:
Wartortle -- 'Crowne' -- Male -- Lvl 26
> > Rash Nature < <

Wingull -- 'Oceana' -- Female -- Lvl 21
> > Sassy Nature < <

Alolan Rattata -- 'Julep' -- Male -- Lvl 19
> > Hasty Nature < <

Spewpa -- 'Poinsettia' -- Female -- Lvl 16
> > Timid Nature < <

Spearow -- 'Wulford' -- Male -- Lvl 21
> > Lonely Nature < <

Mankey -- '???' -- Male -- Lvl 25
> > Adamant Nature < <

Inventory: > An overdue library book from Nacrene City.
> Her parents phone number on a piece of paper that she had carefully written down but has yet to register to her Pokedex.
> A Pokedex that has already been dropped more times than it should have been.
> Pokeball x3
> ₽90

[User]
"Sure, I'd like to have more people around, Makes for better conversation and training." Dan said quickly, Wanting to have another partner other than his friend Indy.

"I dunno, I don't wanna go back onto that road we were on last... It was fun but I kinda wanna change of pace." Dan said as he pulled out his Pokedex looking at the map given to him by it. " What about Leeman Trail... It's nearby and I doubt there'd be a shortage of people and Pokemon to train with. Of course, lets stay at the base of the trail. I don't wanna overwork our Pokemon too bad and afterward, we could take a night and rest here before going back on the trail...." Dan said eyeing his map intensely "So? What'd ya guys think?" Dan asked the two.

[Assistant]
Much to her chagrin, Indy was the one to answer her first, giving a squeak of an answer. 'Sure,' he said, but she knew that he was anything but ecstatic to have her join him on his training with Dan. Perhaps she would kick his butt in a battle, that would show him. Margo's sly smile kept its residence on her face for the time being.

Dan was also on board with the idea, giving ideas for where they could train. She winced at the mention of Mt. Leeman Trail--after the beatdown she had earlier, she wasn't keen on going back so soon... But who was she to tell them no, right? New Margo wouldn't be frightened to try the trail again and show her stuff to her new companions, but Margo was still a little weary. The mention of staying at the base won her over in the end.

"That sounds like a good idea, but if you guys go on ahead, count me out." She didn't want to sound like a scaredy cat... Crap, what else to say? "There's probably some new pokemon up there you haven't caught yet, even at the beginning of the trail, though!" It was a good save, or at the very least, a good way to change the subject.

[User]
"It's cool with me, but..." Indigo paused. He was curious about the town and the sights they had to offer. It was a modest town, no doubt, but it was still a whole new place with a brand new attitude. And... Well, he wasn't going to attempt the gym or the contests, those were too difficult. But the only time he'd been inside a gym was during a field trip to the Cerulean gym when he was younger. And he'd fallen inside the pool... As for being in a contest arena, well, that hadn't happened either. His lack of interest in pokemon in general had made it so he had never bothered to watch much about them on tv as well.

Suffice to say, he was curious. Maybe... Just maybe, some people there would have advice for him. Some words of encouragement or guidance that would help him from losing so much.

"I'm gonna check out the gym," he said, surprising himself. "I could probably train there... Maybe get some advice. I dunno." He shrugged. "Oh and definitely gotta check out the store here. I'm running low on pokeballs. And I don't even have a single potion on me."

[Assistant]
Dan nodded as his friend explained his plan.

"I guess I feel more comfortable training in the wild." Dan shrugged "It's a lot more open, I like it that way. Guess that's why I spent most of my time out of towns back when I had the Caterpie. I'll find a way to make money." Dan said, He thought he could get money through battles with other trainers in the wild but that was risky, If he lost he'd have to pay the person who beat him and since he didn't even have much on him, he could end up 100% Broke in a battle or two.

"Well then, I'm gonna hurry off. You sure you don't wanna join us Indy?" He said one last time, as he quickly looked over to Margo, and said

"Also, Margo, Don't worry, we'll stay at the base. I wanna beat the Gym before I go up that trail too far. After all, I do need someone to train with and you seem pretty tough!"

[User]
Margo was surprised at the hesitance coming from Indy--he seemed like such a confident and cocky person, why wouldn't he be jumping on the idea of exploring part of a new trail and getting new pokemon and training? Her head whipped back to Dan as he just gave a shrug to his friend's explanation of training elsewhere. She felt caught in the middle; she wasn't keen on returning to Mt. Leeman, but Dan seemed self-assured, as if moving up the trail wouldn't be a problem for him. He seemed like he was a good trainer, in her opinion, and she was worried this would lead him to press on ahead and leave her in the dust... Maybe the gym was a good idea?

However, Dan was already reassuring her they'd stay at the base... in which case, why wouldn't Indy come? Maybe he was a scaredy cat as well. He owed her the pleasure of kicking his butt in battle after the way he treated her little Poinsettia. The little Scatterbug offered no help on her choice as she lazed around her neck like a limp white scarf, snoring softly in Margo's ear. "Wait, Dan, I think Indy must be scared of a little battle between me and him. After all, why not join us on the trail? Are you worried I'd beat you in a battle?" The red-head put on her best smug smirk, placing her hands on her hips matter-of-factly, as she walked towards Indy. "I'd be willing to join you at the gym, but only if you take me on in a battle."

[Assistant] Indigo balked. He wasn't scared. Who did this girl think she was anyways? Wasn't she over what he had said about her stupid Scatterbug, already? Though truthfully, he was nervous. A battle? With his current streak of losses, the outcome didn't look so hot. And if she won, would he have ever been able to live it down? He couldn't even bear the idea of losing to her. Cripes... "I'm not scared," he said, yawning and looking at her with disinterested, half-lidded eyes. "For the record, I didn't ask for you to join me at the gym, not sure where you got that idea from. And if you want to battle- " He hesitated. Take her on, or no? What kind of pokemon did she have? He just didn't know! If he lost... "-We can, but later." That bought him some time, at least. And maybe she would forget? He sure hoped so. At any rate, there was no way she would follow him, right? "Just try to chill out before then." His tone was light and easygoing, and he said it with a friendly smile, though he was most certainly masking his contempt with politeness.

[User]
Margo felt offended. He was just going to blow off her challenge and say 'later' instead? Who did he think he was? Margo felt her head growing from the steam building up inside of her. She was about to throw up her hands in defeat and return to Dan's side but then he had to add a 'chill out.'

"You didn't just tell me to chill out, right? You never tell a woman to chill out, you do realize that, right? That made this situation ten times worse--and women can see through your little faces, dude." Margo couldn't help her mouth, catching up to Indy's heels without a second thought. He was going to get an earful, whether he decided to battle her or not, as they walked to the city's gym.


[System]
Alias: Blade of the Kirin
Nickname: Might be acquired in game
Age: 35
Region of Origin: The West
Hometown: Xiangin, a small village with only rice farmers
Deity: The white tiger -Jiang Bing
Master: Blade Master

Gender: Male
Race: Lyn, anthropomorphic tiger
Height: 7"
Weight: 250 LBS
Hair: Dao's hair follows the typical tiger build with a yellow and white base with typical black stripes.
Eyes: Dark blue and black.
Skin: Dao's skin is covered in a fur. There is however a big exception to his lower arms which are covered in scars.
Handedness: Ambidextrous.
Scars: Long scars from blade cuts are drawn across both his arms.
Tattoos: None.

Basic Description: Dao is an athletically build anthropomorphic tiger. He doesn't wear much clothing and owns no shoes at all. He wears simple white pants which are covered by the lower half of what once used to be a full dingjia armor suit. around his neck Dao wears a dark red cloak or what is left of it.

Likes: Cooked vegetables, alcohol, meditation and philosophy
Dislikes: Dark chi, aristocracy, meat, injustice and exploitation of the weak
Goals: To kill the monster he created.
Fears: Dao fears the most that he is to weak to defeat his brother. He fears that to achieve his goal, that he has to give into dark chi and become that what he is trying to rid the earth from.
Mannerisms: Dao is rather easy going be prefers to keep his distance. He connects easily with people but safeguards that he grows to attached to them. He never really shows what is on his mind. In fact he feels deeply responsible for what happens to his younger brother, Hai and the suffering he has caused. The feeling of guilt bears heavily on Dao's shoulders and he can never find inner peace before he has dealt with the monster he created. Dao has devoted himself to the task o tracking his brother down and end the string of sorrow he created.
Superstitions: That eating meat lowers your will against succumbing to the powers of darkness.
Social Pressures/Problems: Dao doesn't know how to share his feelings, let alone to truly let someone in. He shuns away when people show romantic interest in him.

Parents: Dao's parents got brutally murdered.
Siblings: Younger brother, Hai Wong
Rivals: Hai Wong
Enemies: Hai Wong

Weapons: Dao's sword is a single egded, straight bladed Katana like sword. Its hilt is covered in black silk strings and the black sheat is made out of pine wood. The sword doesn't have any elaborate decoration that would suggest that it is made by a master swordssmith for some fancy rich lord. However even Grandmaster Jiang Bing once said that it is one of the finest swords in all of Tu.

Skills:

An exceptional vegetarian cook: No one in the entirety of Tu knows how to prepare vegetables so well as Dao. In fact, he knows everything about any plants that are eatable and can spot them in the wild. With even the littlest of resources, Dao can still make the most delicious of vegetarian food.

Talented singer: Dao is a very talented baritone singer. He raised his voice on the street once and got instantly invited to the local lords residence to sing for him. In a way, this talent opens doors to the higher echelon of society.

Absolute control over his chi: Dao has absolute control over his chi. He can redirect it to any part of his body enhanching the body's natural ability to heal. Wounds that would leave lasting damage to tendons, muscles and organs are reduced to mere scars. Wounds that would be fatal over time still heal. However this is not some instant healing factor that can be used in combat. Healing is still a time consuming process that can last for weeks or even months.

Powers:

Twin claws of the heavenly tiger style: The twin claw style is a sword fighting style that utilizes the scabbard as an additional weapon. By channeling his chi into the scabbard, Dao can raise the hardness of his scabbard to the point it can be used to block attacks from even the best blade-masters. The basic stance of the twin claw style has the scabbard in a backwards grip in the left hand and the blade in the right hand. Due to the Ambidextrous nature of Dao he can effortlessly switch the blade and scabbard between his hands to confuse his opponents. The movements of the blade and scabbard are always in sync where 1 element is used to parry an attack and the other to slash or thrust at the opponent. The scabbard is primarily intended for blocking attacks but it can also used as a club.

Heavenly fang thrust – The heavenly fang thrust is the ultimate attack of the Style the Kirin of the West teaches. It requires absolute control over your chi and extremely precise timing. In fact, it was believed that only The grandmaster himself masted the attack. The heavenly fang thrust comes in three stances.

1st stance, straight thrust - Dao drops in a partial crouch, both knees bent, left arm drawn back and right arm extended forward. He grabs the hilt with his left hand and rests the tip of the blade on his right thumb. By concentrating his chi in his legs Dao instantly accelerates to extremely high speeds and thrusts his blade towards the opponents vital parts. The moment he initiates his thrust, Dao instantly refocuses his chi into his striking arm, maximizing the speed and power of the attack. In fact, this thrust is so strong, that it can effortlessly break through shields, armors and even brick walls.

2ns stance, down trust – Dao drops into a similar stance as with the heavenly fang trust but now has the tip of the sword pointing downwards. He launches himself into the air and using his chi to accelerate his landing and thrusts on his way down, attacking his opponent from above.

3th stance, upward trust – Dao drops into his partial crouch, now holding the sword with its tip pointed diagonally upwards. From their he launches himself into the air, trusting upwards. This way, he can attack opponents in mid-air

Current Story: When Dao was was young, both he and his younger brother, Hai got enlisted in the martial arts school of Grand master Jiang Bing. Through the years of intensive training, both brother proved to be exceptionally talented in the art of the sword and became fiercely competative towards eachother. However Dao managed to be always 1 step ahead of his younger brother. In every practice match Dao managed to win. Every victory over his younger brother was something that Dao rubbed into his face. Even weeks later Dao would tease his brother about that he kicked his ass again.

Suffering defeat and humiliation at the hands of his older brother, Hai started to look for different ways to surpass his rival and tormentor. He would venture out at night to study the ancient and forbidden books on Dark Chi. Through these books he learned the name of an infamous dark sourcerer, Guohzi Han. Han promessed Hai the powers to beat his brother. Han unlockd the Dark Chi within Hai and he soon found the power he needed to confront his brother once and for all.

Dao sensed the dark chi that was flowing through his younger brother. Both lyn drew their swords and assumed the stance for the heavenly fang thust, the ultimate technique of the white tiger school. As a cloud moved in front of the sun, both lyn charged forward with increadeble speed. With the tip of the blades pointed at eachother they initiated their thrusts at the same time.

Dao doesn't remember much of what happened after. Only waking up with his arms covered in bandages. Grandmaster Jiang Bing told him that his arms where severely cut up and that he should focus his chi on his healing if he ever wanted to hold a sword again. A month later a box got delevered to the school. The messenger said it was for Dao. On top of it was a letter, written in beautiful calegrapgy. "I thought you would feel lonely at a school for swordsmanship, now that you will never be able to hold a sword again. So I send you mon and dad to keep you company. Your beloved little brother Hai" The box contained the head of Dao's parents.

At that day, Dao learned an important lesson. You reap what you sow. Hai gave in to darkness because Dao constantly teased and belittled his younger brother for being the lesser swordsman of the two. What was just fun and games for Dao ended up physcical torture for his younger brother. Doa's behaviour had created a monster, now it was his responsibility to make sure Hai would not hurt more people.

Recently a rumour has reached Dao that Bandit lord Mura Masau has hired a Lyn swordsman who is said to be unbeatable.

[User]
Damn, that Tigre was big. Not particularly well dressed, but big. Kitsune was almost afraid when he began stalking over to him. He'd heard rumours, sure, but damn. Strangely, he checked the guard first. Kitsune personally thought he was a bit puffed up, but each to his own. Time for that amazing speech that he really should have planned and now he really regretted enjoying the scenery.

"OK, first of all, the guy is fine. It went in through one side, out the other. Boom. Hit nothing. I never miss, done it loads of time, well, not shot guards just to get in, but I've shot people. Actually, that doesn't sound any better, um, meh doesn't matter, the guy's just being a wimp. As to why, well, two reasons. One, he was stopping me from getting in, guards have an annoying habit of doing that, and two, he was insufferably arrogant, you should do something about that, discipline or....something. Anyway, got your attention, didn't it? I'll assume that you're master Wong, because you're bloody huge, that's what people say, funnily enough. Always before they tell you about him being a great swords master, strange, but....here's the deal."
Kitsune took a deep breath.
"A Bandit Lord, possessed by dark chi, is expanding him empire, so that it covers almost the whole of Tu. He runs the underworld of every major city and town in the south, and he's beginning to head north. If he successfully follows through with his goals, he will become the single most powerful man in Tu, controlling the governments of all nations through corruption, bribery and threats, as he does already in the south. The region is falling apart, and more and more people are becoming subject to dark chi as part of his organisation. I figured I'd drop by on the way, give you a chance to join in saving the world. I hear he has hired a so called unbeatable Lynn swordsman, Tigre like you, apparantly. I thought you might also like a chance to put the record straight. And, uh, that's it." He concluded. "Wanna come, because I really have to get going."

[Assistant] ignore

[User]
Dao listened patiently to what the kid had to say. In fact, he was a bit amazed by the amount of words flowing from the little guys mouth. It was a long time ago that master wong met a person who spoke so much but said so little. The large lyn smiled at the remark of saving the world. The young lyn's upbeat attitute kind of reminded Dao about how he once was. Believing he could change the world for the better with a cut of his sword. However, in the end all master Wong could do was burry the corpses he would leave behind. Some things cannot be changed with violence. A truth the kid in front of him would learn one day.

However what the kid told about dark chi was of a totally different story. Dark chi is an unnatural force of pure evil and not the natural devices that shape the people and history of Tu. Dark Chi was a force that people could embrace or even have forced upon them. Bringing unmeasurable suffering to whatever place if would find root. It was the duty of a master of martial arts to root out the practice of dark chi and the suffering that followed in its wake. Dao had first hand accounts of what happened when people let themselves in with these dark arts. It twisted their minds and let them do unspeakable horrors. And then the boy mentioned something about an unbeatable Lyn swordsman. A tiger like himself.

For a moment Doa spaced out, suddenly looking into the distance as if there was something to see while in truth, there was nothing. The large lyn simply relived events of the past. That unfateful night where Dao learned what his actions had caused. Just that instant he whispered "Hai" as he instinctively grabbed his left arm, as if old wounds suddenly where causing pain again. The burdon of the past where weighing down heavily on the tiger's shoulders. If the rumor the kid told was true, then he might have an opportunity to find his younger brother. Dao simply had no real other option then to with the kid.

Dao blinked a few times with his eyes. As if he had to convince himself that his mind was back into the real world. The Lyn relaxed and smiled. "I am indeed master Wong. Most people simply call me Dao. It seems that you have given yourself quite the task. I will help you out. By the way, you forgot to introduce yourself"


[System]
Soul: Perseverance
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Short girl, brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. It's a good picture.

Personality:
A dead-set simple girl. Do you want to achieve something? Keep trying until you do. Want to find something? Keep looking, eventually you'll find it. She's sweet and innocent, but surprisingly sure of herself.

History:
She is sufficiently young and normal to not really have a history yet. Went to school, (is still in said school though) made friends and had a good time. Ahhh, the simplicity of childhood... Well, until this thing went down.

Extras:
Let the bodies hit the...FLOOOOOOOOOR

"Ryougu This is a decent sheet. Short and simple. Very well done! Just remember, a characteristic of perseverance is to be somewhat of a thinker. When a challenge is presented to you, and the solution isn't clear, you're the type to take notes or do the math. If the outcome is impossible, you may be the first to see that and give up, and/or the first to let everyone know of the impossibilities. But if there is a chance you can reach success, you'll reach like no reacher has ever reached before!"

[User] Generator SIN Once Misses Cassidy was done Max's ears were ringing slightly. Max looked over in the seat next to him and saw a girl. "hello my names max what's your?" max said smiling. He always treats people he doesn't know nicely to get to know them.@Venom

[Assistant]
Despite her headphones, Morrigan heard the deafening tone of the Megaphone. Thankfully the woman cast aside the instrument of ear destruction...Rather than listen to her stating the 'obvious' the girl decided to indulge in irony and turn up her music to the point that that any around her would likely hear it. As much as she wanted to turn off her thoughts and get lost in her remix of 4 days at Olivers soundtrack, some small person neared her.

He said something, but her music prevented any of it from being heard...She tossed him a rather uninviting stare. As much as she wants to be more unpleasant than is needed he hasn't done that much to bother her. Rather she pulls out a single ear bud and offers a cold greeting.

"No, I am clearly ready for a conversation. Do go on."

The girl crosses her legs and leans against the window, her eyes soon gazing out it instead of looking at the boy. Trying to paint a beautiful painting of just how thrilled she was that he choose her to pester.

[User]
Soul of Perseverance ♥ Mimi
@Thread Generator SIN
Examining mrs. Cassidy, Mimi grinned a mocking smile, whispering to herself "She is unfit to rule, she has zero authority. It would be better for everyone if she would just submit to me." After mrs. Cassidy was done talking, the silence answering her call only reinforced Mimi's confidence in her earlier declaration.

After the silence had once more faded, the tiny empress overheard a kid introducing himself, only to get greeted back in a horrifyingly sarcastic manner. Instantly, Mimi decided she liked this person. Though the girl was acting rather disconnected, Mimi was sure that if given enough time, a beautiful partnership could spring to life between them.

[Assistant]
William Davison,♥Bravery
William Taking a seat near the back found himself looking toward the open sky, counting clouds he mutters to himself. "Well at least we aren't going back to class today." Chuckling to himself he then looks toward the other kid sitting right next to him more in there own little world then anything else it looked like he was drawing something unknown to William "Hey whats that your drawing?" The kid jumped in surprise turned to William unknowing the fact that someone sat next to him "Well i-its uhh... its just a doodle you know... I don't really k-know what I'm doing..." The kid kept tripping over his own words it was clear that he wasn't the most outgoing kid around. "Hey kid it alright I think your art is actually really good." William responded trying to calm the kid down, after a couple seconds of silence between the two the kid looking at William finally responded with. "... Thank you." He looked back down to his art and continued his drawing while William looked back up to the clouds anticipating the drive to Lake Ebott.

[User]
♥ Dilloh ♥

"So what did you have for breakfast?" The kid sitting by Dilloh asks.

What the hell kind of question is that? He gave the person he sat beside a look of dumbfounded awe at how they could possibly be this stupidly annoying.

"Well?" They ask, furthering Dilloh's reason to feel utterly annoyed by them.

"sigh~ Fine." He finally concedes, knowing that there won't be any other source of entertainment on this ride anyway. "I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast this morning." Truth be told, the reason he didn't get a chance to eat was because his parent's arguing with each other that morning. Telling that to the person sitting next to him would have probably gotten them to shut up, but once again, that would remove his only source of entertainment. So meh...

[Assistant]
Autumn leaves littering the edges of the street were dashed up into the air as the bus full of children rumbled down the street. Traffic was sparse but it was still relatively early, and most were either at work or school. As they made their way through the city and into more residential areas, early halloween decorations could be seen scattered about on every other home. Brilliant rays of sunlight beamed down from the late morning sun, fading every so often as the clouds occasionally roamed in the way. It hadn't been more than an hour or so since they had departed but the bus was ripe once again with the sounds of children as they talked amongst each other.

 "Do you always climb on top of tall things like a crazy person?" Spoke one of a pair of older girls sitting across from the young trouble maker Mimi. One was wearing a plaid skirt and a white collar t-shirt with a ponytail while the other had on glasses, a sweater and tights. "Why did you do that? What if you fell off? Are you dumb?" Nagged the one sitting furthest as she push up her slightly oversized glasses. The one closest smiled down at Mimi and continued, ignoring her friend. "Naw...I think you're kinda funny. Mimi right?" She extended her hand toward the little girl. "I like your style Mimi. I'm Naomi. Wanna be friends?" Her expression seemed genuine, even though her friend didn't seem to agree with the idea.

 Meanwhile, a couple seats ahead, four boys all joked and jostled, playfully kicking at each others ankles. One couldn't help but notice the drawing in the hands of the young boy William was speaking to. "Can I see?!" Proclaimed one of the rowdy older boys, taking the picture away from the kid before he could respond. "H-hey! Give that back!" Cried the young student as he feebly reached for his papers. "What is that?" "Looks stupid." "Is that a dinosaur?" "Let me see." They passed the doodle between each other, laughing and poking fun at it. The young boy sunk back into his seat, defeated, deciding to wait and see if they would eventually give back his picture.

 Suddenly, the bus slowed to a stop in front of a subtly decorated house, pulling to the side of the road as it's engine sputtered and growled. The halt of motion rose Mrs.Cassidy's attention from her clipboard of paperwork and scheduled events. She looked ahead through the window to see no manner of traffic or obstructions in the street. Only the bus driver next to her at the front of the bus as he fiddled with the ignition and the gas pedal, in a desperate attempt to get the bus going again. "What's going on? Why aren't we moving? I know we aren't there yet." The divers eyes met with hers as he gave a very decisive shrug. She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out an annoyed sigh before the driver got the hint and stood up, opening the doors and stepping down the small stairwell. After a moment, Mrs.Cassidy, having a need to be in control of the situation, followed behind.

 Mrs.Cassidy and the driver walked along to the front of the bus to check out the issue. Meanwhile inside the immobile bus, the children took the opportunity to start standing and playing around. Mr.Connors seemed like he was too invested in his volcanology book to pay any mind to the kids or the fact the bus had stopped. Instead he sat contented by himself, mumbling geological facts under his breath. "What's going on?" Asked a female student, tugging at the oblivious teacher's sleeve. He didn't even lift his eyes from the pages as he responded. "We're going to lake Ebott...Take a seat...we'll be there soon." Unsatisfied with the less than informative answer, she walked to the front of the bus and peered out the open doors.

 "So what's the issue here? We're already behind schedule!" Asked the ever impatient Mrs.Cassidy to the bus driver as he hunched over into the engine. She tried not to let the sight of his exposed lower backside meet her vision. But before she could manage any further complaints, the engine roared back to life, taking her slightly by surprise. The hood cover slammed and the slightly oily driver dusted his hands together, giving miss Cassidy a brief thumbs up before shuffling back onto the bus and into his seat. Looking down at her watch, Mrs.Cassidy once again followed close behind. "I can't believe I'm the trip coordinator and I'm going to be the last one there. Isn't there anyway you can make this thing go faster?" The divers looked up at her and after a moment shrugged conclusively. But then he thought of something. After some rummaging around in the bag next to his seat, he procured a rather wrinkled and slightly worn topographical map. Searching around for a moment, he found and pointed a specific spot. "A shortcut?" Asked miss Cassidy, somewhat skeptical. She was answered with a decisive nod. Sighing once again, she reluctantly grabbed the map from his still slightly oily hands and looked closer at the shortcut he was referring to. "This seems kind of off the beat and path...are you sure it'll make up the time?" .....he shrugged. "Wow! you are the most helpful person I have ever met!" Concluded Mrs.Cassidy in a satirical tone as she shook her head and returned to her seat.

 As they approached the city limits, the road began to curve and narrow, winding through patches of forests and farms. Before long, civilization was in the distance behind them and the bus was on an incline as the road carried it up into the foothills around the base of the mountains. Through the window, the could see the massive mountain peaking into the sky just to the side of them, and for the first time the entire trip, Mr.Connors looked up from the book, his eyes gazing out over his glasses in awe at the massive geological beast. "Do you see that guys? That, my friends, is the legendary Mount Ebott! The place I THOUGHT we were going." The tail of his sentence seemed aimed at the field trip coordinator but his comment went otherwise unnoticed by her. He went on, his enthusiasm for the sight outweighing his disappointment that they weren't going. "Did you guys know that Mount Ebott is actually a dormant volcano? Volcanoes are classified as active, dormant or extinct depending on the amount of volcanic activity happening. 'Active' means there's regular activity, 'dormant' means there's been recent activity but that it's currently quiet and 'extinct', meaning it's been so long since the last eruption that it's unlikely to ever erupt again. Scientist don't yet know if th..." Mr.Connors went on, bolstering on about volcano facts and geological nonsense.

@MisterMisery@Ryougu@Venom@Blueflame@Vesuvius00@XxLyraxX

♥
♥
♥
♥
♥
♥
♥

[User]
Soul of Perseverance ♥ Mimi
Generator SIN
Bursting out in laughter at being called dumb, Mimi took a moment to recover. 'Dumb'. Clearly, this simpleton couldn't understand her greatness. Momentarily ignoring the nagging girl and turning to Naomi, Mimi smiled back. "Thanks, Nana! Glad to see one of you understands greatness. So yeah, let's get along!" Sticking out her tongue at the nagging girl, Mimi decided she'd clear up a misunderstanding the nagging girl seemed to have. "You think I would fall off? Why would you think such a thing? Falling is for the weak! Actually, why do you think in such a manner to begin with? You'll never reach greatness with a mindset like that! It seems that I will have to teach you how to be amazing. So we'll be friends now, too."

Practically beaming with a confident, yet slightly hopeful smile, Mimi looked at the two girls. Nothing but good times ahead of them for sure.


[System]
Gender: Female

Role/Order: Hospitaller - Order of the Transfixed Saint

Personal Demeanour: Alexa is obviously not quite so hard-hearted as her Sisters in the Orders Militant, considering her placement into the Order of the Transfixed Saint. Indeed, when it comes to the citizenry of the Imperium, she is nothing if not caring and calm, saying what is needed to keep her charges in good spirits as she works on them, though this does not quell her hatred of heresy and witchcraft in any way, as one might anticipate for any Sororita. Indeed, her silence in many situations is often mistaken for stony contemplation of how best to fight the forces of Chaos, especially when her face is covered, and she has occasionally even been asked why she is not part of the Order of Our Thrice-Pierced Martyr. The truth, however, is that far from being cold in nature, she is simply rather a shy and quiet individual who does not say more than needed around those she does not know. A good word to describe her is "thoughtful" - for both her patients and when it comes to praise of the God-Emperor.

Speciality: As a Hospitaller, one would expect Alexa to be good at diagnosing and healing others, given that that is essentially her job. Less often discussed is how Hospitallers are sometimes utilised as torturers for heretics whose continued existence is not so necessary, or for their knowledge of both genetics and anatomy; whilst Alexa is certainly very skilled in all these fields, as are all Hospitallers, her opportunities to exercise the practical aspects of torture and genetic knowledge have been rather impresent, meaning that her primary focus lies in healing others as might be expected.

Rank: Hospitaller Advance

Description: Alexa is pale-skinned, and surprisingly tall at nearly two and a half meters, with a natural towheaded tone to relatively flat hair and pale, icy blue irises, the eyes set into a face which holds attractive features, yet seems almost Eldar-ish to those who are aware of the race's appearance. All of these are the products of Void-born lineage, adaptations to multiple generations of minimal solar light, radiation exposure, variable gravity, excessive Warp exposure, and Emperor knows what else; yet in spite of her height she is just as lean and well-muscled as you could expect any Sister to be, in spite of her appearance as human as any Battle-Sister could hope to be, and in spite of her lineage lacks most of the socially-offputting tics one would usually see in one raised in the void, rather than merely born of its airless grasp. On her back, the tattoo of the Fleur De Lys is engraved in black over each shoulder blade, and the symbol of the Order of the Transfixed Saint between these, all raised up and marginally discoloured by self-inflicted scarring of various sorts; the symbols are also tattooed on the backs of her hands, the Fleur De Lys on the left and her Order's symbol on the right.
Her standard clothing as a Hospitaller, aside from the basic underclothing, is a set of the Order of the Transfixed Heart's robes: a shin-length black robe akin to a buttonless longcoat, with minimal gold trim save for the Order's symbol emblazoned upon it front; black trousers and shoes to match the robe; a headdress that is white and red on the external and internal faces respectively save the Order's symbol in red on the front; a hip-length silk cape that hangs open over the chest from the shoulders, held together by a thin gold chain, with holes in each side for the wearer's arms to pass through, trimmed in gold and otherwise sharing a colour scheme with the headdress; and for many Hospitallers, Alexa included, the chirurgeon's gauntlets containing the tools and substances they would otherwise have to carry by hand. By contrast, when urged to serve on the front lines, Alexa's Hospitaller carapace is very similarly built to the standard Sororitas power armour, save that the white cloth vestments of the normal armour are coloured red on the internal surfaces, and the headdress of the Order's robes either placed upon the head as usual along with a rebreather mask, or tied over the Sabbat-pattern helm when a full environmental seal is required.

History: For as long as she can remember, Alexa's childhood was based in the Schola Progenium; supposedly, she had been discovered in her infancy as the last living occupant of a small ship devoid of resources, her parents dead mere hours before having expended their lives as servants of the Imperium to ensure their child lived on. Needless to say, her childhood was not exactly fun and games, being composed largely of indoctrination and education, both intellectual and physical, and she rapidly learned not to talk back to her superiors, or indeed talk to anyone she was not mandated to lest she receive a harsh correction for her troubles.
By the time she graduated from the Schola Progenium, Alexa was one of the more physically fit Progena of her generation, and certainly as faithful as any Imperial citizen could be; thus, she was seconded to the Adepta Sororitas, sent off to the Convent Sanctorum on Ophelia VII, and her training, education, and indoctrination continued, until such time as she was seen as fit for elevation into the Sisterhood at some point in her twenties. Here, with far less brutal treatment simply for talking to others, she learned from her fellow candidates a sense of human decency and kindness that she hadn't known could exist, a bud that blossomed into a beautiful flower of human nature, though she remained as quiet and unassuming in her faith and interactions as ever.
For this part of her personality, she was forwarded to the Order of the Transfixed Saint, stationed in the Taniea Sub-Sector, and taught the methods and skills needed to function as a field medic and hospital warden both, ready to save the lives of those who need it, or take the lives of those that require it. In the several years that have passed since then, she has served in a variety of hospitals and battlefields, most notably helping to treat the civilian population of a planet during a minor yet destructive uprising of Chaos, as well as helping to ensure her fellow Sisters could continue to fight during the cleansing of Xeno taint from a destroyed Rogue Trader's ship; thus, she is about as skilled as one might expect, with a moderate degree of experience to go with this.

Equipment and Armament:
Hospitaller Carapace armour - Naturally, the equivalent of a field medic is at their best when well-armoured: the Hospitaller Carapace, somewhat modified from the power armour issued to standard Battle-Sisters, is only slightly less effective as a defensive option, and with the Sabbat-pattern helm in place and providing a sealed environment to work within is nonetheless tough enough to allow Alexa to do her job even in the line of fire. Out of battle, Alexa typically wears her Order's robes instead, and presently carries a set of these just in case she is required to leave her armour on this mission.
Chirurgeon's tools and assorted medicae equipment - Outside of the Apothecaries of the Adeptus Astartes, the Sisters Hospitaller possess the best battlefield medicae tools in the Imperium. The standard kit, so to speak, contains various sacred oils, unguents, surgical tools, and sterilisers to help the wounded in battle; a chirurgeon's tools incorporate all of these into lightweight powered gauntlets worn on one or both hands by the Hospitaller, only further enhancing their capacity to heal and cure, and make very effective torture devices to boot, in a pinch even able to defend the wearer in close combat.
Godwyn-De'az Pattern Bolt Pistol - Though the nature of any Sororita is to battle the forces that would destroy the Imperium from within, be they heretic, witch or mutant, the Orders Hospitaller are tasked to do so by healing those who would fight back, rather than engaging in direct combat themselves. Thus, most are equipped with firepower not much greater than a bolt pistol, largely intended to provide the Emperor's Mercy when the patient truly cannot be saved except from further suffering - though suggesting that a bolt pistol's firepower is not great is like suggesting a very weak witch does not still threaten an entire planet by their laxity. Alexa keeps hers equipped with full-size ten-round magazines, allowing for three triple-shot bursts when threatened, plus at least one shot reserved for granting the Emperor's Mercy to an unfortunate soul; she also stores a Sarissa blade on her person, ready to attach to the weapon at a moment's notice should she be set upon in close combat.
Grenades, frag and krak - Once again, whilst Sisters of the Orders Hospitaller are not intended to fight in direct combat, they are nonetheless equipped with the same grenades as their Militant sisters, for to do otherwise would be foolish. Besides, what better way to destroy heresy and its bearers than in areas a couple of meters across at a time?
Rosarius - A proper Rosarius contains a conversion field capable of transforming kinetic and heat energy into light, protecting the bearer from even the blast of a plasma gun. They are also generally restricted to use by those who have earned the honour within the Ecclesiarchy, often senior members like Ministorum priests and the Adepta Sororitas' Canonesses; however, many lesser Sisters carry similar symbols without defensive properties to show their devotion to the Emperor, with Alexa being no different.
Chaplet-Ecclesiasticus - A string of small adamantium beads, each representing at least one act of penance performed by the bearer, though the beads of Sisters who have performed many such acts may represent anywhere from ten to a thousand at a time. Thus far, Alexa's Chaplet contains around a hundred beads, most of which were acquired after her failure to save a patient from the clutches of death.
Ring of Suffrage - Designed to cause minor discomfort when pressed against skin and twisted, rings of suffrage are utilised as a form of corporal mortification, to remind the afflicted individual of the burdens they bear as a citizen of the Imperium, as well as the trials and tribulations endured by the Saints and the God-Emperor Himself. Alexa's is made of bronze, formed in the shape of the Order's symbol, and worn on her right index finger over the gauntlet of her chirurgeon's tools, or directly on her finger if no such gauntlet is present.
Combat rations - To sustain herself for up to a week.
Dataslate - Containing a number of hymns, sermons, and other religious texts and imagery.
Steel-chain whip - For penance on the go. Tipped with three blades to ensure penance is duly received.

Miscellaneous: N/A

[User]
The Sister listened while Victorine spoke, her helm tucked under her left arm, plasma pistol and chainsword at her belt and bolter with scope and drum-magazine hanging from a black leather sling adorned with golden fleur-de-lys that wrapped around the neck of her ceramite armor. Her hair was freshly trimmed and dyed into a white bob-cut, as was the custom of many Sisters.

 Miracles. Her lips pursed into a frown. Was it truly? Perhaps it was but the common folk were often deceived by charlatans and their own imaginations which ran wild after decades of monotonous physical labor. The mention of the ruinous powers turned her frown into a scowl. Such things were not to be trifled with and a small village was unlikely to have the resources to sniff out the complex deceptions the enemy could muster.

 Vitruvia didn't have any questions. She rarely did. For months she had lived the life of a ascetic warrior, eating, sleeping and driving her body to it's limits. Now the God Emperor had honored her (her!) with the chance to destroy his enemies. Just the chance. It was possible it was a true miracle, or a miscommunication. Goosebumps ran up the back of her neck as she offered a silent prayer of thanks.

[Assistant]
Horacio took another sip of his recaf as he mulled over what he heard. The sage suppressed a gag reflex as his body rejected the mix; training self-control whilst indulging himself made the Confessor smile once he realized. He snapped out of the distracted thoughts, sighing quietly as he noted that such lapses of concentration were coming more and more often with age. He wondered if his rank would merit rejuvenat treatment, momentarily staring upwards as he did so. Again he shook away the errant thoughts and made the sign of the aquila to keep focused.

"In addition to what the Sisters ask, I have a few minor concerns. First is on the matter of tongue. Do they speak High Gothic, or a Low Gothic dialect? I will do my duty regardless, but if they speak another tongue I best start learning it as soon as I can. Finally, is there any word of our mission? Like this one, it would be preferable if it appeared we were a routine visit, perhaps even if we feigned lack of knowledge that this happened at all."

With that he patted down his right sideburn where it got bushy and then looked to his comrades. "Once that is answered and if the last member of our quartet has no questions, I believe we may depart."

[User]
Alexa rather wanted to believe that a miracle had been performed. It happened occasionally, when the Emperor truly did bestow his blessings upon the people of the Imperium, and for instance brought the dead back to life, or bestowed a loyal servant with truly prodigious power in the course of accomplishing an amazing feat. Most notably, the resurrection of Saint Celestine was a gift to humanity that had yet to be matched by any of the feats of mere mortal men.

Yet, they were remarkable because of how rare they were. It was unfortunate that frequently, somebody would claim to have died and been resurrected, only to prove themselves a charlatan, or worse a heretic, when examined by the eyes of the Emperor's most faithful flock, as Sister Victorine established quite clearly. In this case, if it was a legitimate resurrection, it'd be a most bizarre planet for such an event - agri-worlds, whilst tending to be quite well-suited to supporting mass human infrastructure simply by their nature, were also loathe to produce men of a temperament that best suited the Emperor's grace. All the prayer in the world, literally, would yet amount to barely a drop in a bucket when compared to the faith needed to draw His almighty praise.

Therefore, she concluded, a true miracle would be an unusual thing to see. She let out a forlorn sigh- or an exasperated sigh, according to her helmet vox- as she came to the realisation that they may be forced to deal with an uprising of heretical fervour before it spread too far. Naught else came to mind to ask, and as others had already asked their own questions, Alexa remained silent. She was sure they'd receive any answers they truly needed as and when the time came to receive them.


[System]
"I'm sorry that I didn't do better."
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Ranking: Rook

Appearance: Nora weighs around 150 Lbs. and stands at around 5'11, something that always bothered her as she'd like to break that 6' mark. She prefers to keep her long blond hair in a pony tail with wispy bangs in the front. Due to her old, anti-social behavior and lack of past friendships, her skin color is much more on the paler side from not having much of a reason to go outside.

She prefers wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans, maybe with a hoodie on over it if it's cold out. Due to her desire to make friends though, she wears a lot of skirts and more stylish tops in the hopes that they'll make her look better.

Skills: Nora is so terrible at cooking that she can find a way to injure herself even if the dish doesn't involve anything hot or sharp. She's fluent in both English and Japanese. Has hundreds of hours logged for several games, though has only adequate skill in most of them.

Sacred Gear: Nora has the Sacred Gear known as Crystal Corruption. It allows her to make crystals grow around the environment and her enemies upon making contact with a non-living object with her hand. The crystals can be used to block incoming attacks and also cause the objects they are summoned from to become brittle and eventually break and crumble. They would be similar in appearance to huge, sharp purple stalactites that come out of the ground (think Crystal Sage's White Dragon Breath spell from Dark Souls 3). With training though, she'd eventually be able to make them different shapes and sizes as well as be able to be more precise as to where they will grow so she could toss crystals like throwing knives or use them directly as armor, though this would certainly take months if not years to accomplish.

Magic: No knowledge of magic.

Strengths: Friendly, loyal to a fault, and a very promising Sacred Gear that has the capability of improving over time.

Weaknesses: Inferiority complex, feels the need to carry the world upon her shoulders, and an unfamiliarity with her Sacred Gear.

Personality: Nora was often bullied in previous schools she had attended, and whenever she had attempted to fight back, no matter how hard she may have tried, she always seemed to lose. Because of this, she suffers from an inferiority complex and never sees herself as being anywhere near as good as her friends and allies when it comes to a fight, constantly doubting her abilities. She also has a tendency to blame herself for any failure, even if she had little or nothing to do with it. On the positive side though, she's extremely loyal and friendly, willing to do anything she can to protect those she sees as her friends.

Nora also has a very geeky side she tries to avoid letting most others know about. In her spare time, she enjoys playing video games, her favorite being the Dark Souls series or reading comics. She enjoys both Western comics as well as manga.

History: Nora always seemed to be on the move. Her dad's job had her and the rest of the family moving all across the U.S., causing Nora to never actually try to make friends, since she figured she would just lose touch with them when she inevitably moved again. One day though, Nora's dad was assigned a new position that would require him to move to his company's offices in Japan. Saying that Nora had difficulty fitting in would be an understatement, considering not only her usual anti-social tendencies but the language barrier as well. After being enrolled to Hanadate Academy for several months though, the young girl began to believe that this might become her permanent home and began the frightening task that was making friends. Her early attempts would usually end in failure, though you couldn't fault her for trying.

After yet another day of coming home alone though, Nora found a terrible sight... her family was moving yet again. All that hope that she had of finally being able to stay in one place and fit in was crushed. All of the slow progress that she had made would be for naught. Or would it? Nora got down on her knees and pleaded with her parents to let her stay, making up the lie that she had joined a club and had lots of friends now that she didn't want leave. In a surprising turn of events, Nora's parents decided to allow their only daughter to live on her own while they moved back to the States.

Several weeks passed and, while she still had no real friends to speak of, everything seemed to be going okay. She was on top of all of her assignments, she had successfully learned the language and was speaking Japanese as if it were her first language, and she was living comfortably in a small apartment for herself. A perfect time for a Sacred Gear that Nora didn't realize she had to flare up suddenly.

While walking home from school, Nora noticed that after every step she took, small crystal-like objects seemed to grow from the ground. This strange development caused the young girl to panic, running like Hell to escape from her new abilities, though it would be as pointless as someone attempting to avoid their own shadow. Nora soon found herself surrounded by the crystals while standing on the roof of a large, abandoned warehouse where she would learn even more about her newfound powers. In that moment, she discovered that one of the abilities of her sacred gear is to cause non-living objects to become brittle if enough of her crystals form upon it, causing the roof of the building to collapse beneath her feet and send her plummeting to certain death.

Luckily for Nora, as she laid on the ground, buried by concrete, steel, and her own crystals, her savior came. Her Sacred Gear, though its potential still mostly untapped, seemed too powerful for it to just disappear with the girl's death, and she was given the option to become a reincarnated Devil. With her life quickly nearing its end, she accepted without a second thought. She has only been a devil for a few days now and is still learning the ropes.

Other: Character Theme

My favorite DxD characters are... Rias and Issei.

[User]
Mu Kishimoto

Mu replied to the green haired boy, "In this town its nothing to be surprised of" he said taking another bite, "As for me I was avoiding some annoying classmates" After a brief second Mu took into account where he was at. If Alistair carries notes at home, why the hell are they in a parking complex, pretty sure they don't drive especially alistar with his condition. Alistair questioned him asking if thats what he is looking for, "Nah not into doing drugs at all, just was wondering" it seemed like they didn't want to be bothered, Lance smirked. "Alright I'll leave you be..." Mu turned his back.

"Lecturing on the square root of Pi in the middle of a parking complex is pretty strange if you ask me, people are gonna think something is up." Mu said exiting the scene "And what teacher is having you study Pi to that degree?" and heading back to the school eating his sandwhich, those to were really fishy as their excuses didn't make much sense, transitioning on to notes for the final exam and the why pi is the most complex thing in the universe. Note to self, Alistair is a bad liar.

@The Irish Tree

[Assistant]
Tsumiki Grimmond

@Suku@Spanner@Polaris North@TheHangedMan@Guess Who@Delta44

Tsumiki didn't respond immediately to either of his angered peerage members. Whatever they must have been doing at the moment couldn't really compare to what needed to be done. With the entirety of his peerage in the room he sighed. As it was they were devoid of a queen. Something he'd likely need to remedy in time. There's strongest member was Siegfried, whom it would be best to send alone. Argos was formidable but leaving him to his own devices was dangerous. Ekibe had requested to be paired with Kenji. A good pairing. It was always best to have a member with the former fallen angel in case he were to fall asleep.

Even so, as the angered members of his peerage stared him down he remained calm. "I take it by the looks on your faces and the tones with which you're addressing me I interrupted a bit of fun." He said simply before sighing and taking a deep breath.

"Right, well there's nothing I can do about that." He said quickly as he walked past the two towards the "clubroom" door. "The fact of the matter is we have business to attend. This isn't the first time I've had to abruptly summon you and it won't be the last. If you weren't taking care to keep yourself ready and on guard I can't help but think of how you would fair in battle." He teased the two, though if history served as any indicator to them he was quite sorry and would likely try to make amends somehow later.

"The fact remains though, we have been given an assignment by the good lord Belphegor." His words seemed respectful, but his tone was anything but when he spoke of the lord of their land. "We have to hunt down and exterminate a trio of Stray Devils, by morning." He debriefed them rather quickly before motioning for the others to follow. At this time, the group would be just about alone in this section of the school. "As for the targets. We haven't been given names, or very much in regards to their fighting abilities."

Tsumiki thought for a moment about the Asmodeus clan member. He knew her quite well. She was kind, though a bit naive. Additionally, she didn't have the best taste in people when it came to resurrecting and building her peerage. It was likely only because of her kindness that she hadn't been killed. He couldn't imagine her requesting the punishment of death on her former peerage members though. It was likely the work of one of her parents. "Their former master was rather dismissive oft he subject and refused to give information in detail regarding the incident that occurred prior to her strays leaving. She also refused to give insight as to their combat abilities as a whole." So essentially they were going in blind.

"However, we were at least provided with visuals so we knew what we would be looking for." He said as he pulled out three pictures. He stopped as he reached the school exit and held up the three pictures for the group. "Argos, you and Siegfried will work as a team to take down our sword wielding friend of a wolf. Kenji and Ekibe will track down the arachnid. And Nora and I will go after the... Bunny?" He spoke almost as if questioning the final stray. "Interesting peerage for an interesting master I suppose." He finished the small debriefing and ran his fingers through his hair. "Keep in contact."

He paused for a moment as he turned to open the door. He kept his hands on it. Something felt off about this whole thing. "If possible," he spoke calmly as he turned the handle of the door and pushed it open continuing to say, "I'd appreciate it if we could lure them all together for questioning before extermination. I have questions." He finished before motioning for Nora to follow while. "The park will do." He added so the other knew where to group up if they managed to defeat their prey without needing to kill them.

[User]
Getting up from her seat, Nora followed after her king. A bunny? That was what they were killing? Well at least it didn't look human, and judging from the picture it only really appeared like a rabbit because of the ears and the shape of its legs. Taking its size and its fangs into account, the blond haired devil thought that this opponent was probably her best choice for a first fight if she ever wanted to get used to hurting, or even killing, another living being. The fact that Tsumiki was her partner also would help. He was the leader of the peerage after all, meaning he must be the most powerful. Why else would some of the hot heads be willing to follow his lead if that wasn't the case?

As the two devils began to near the location of wherever this stray was hiding, Nora finally decided to speak up after being silent for so long. "So do you have a plan, senpai?" she asked, inwardly hoping that whatever it was the white haired king was thinking, it wouldn't involve her, at least not substantially. She had only recently discovered her abilities and even more recently took the place of the Rook Evil Piece, so to say she wasn't properly prepared for any sort combat encounters would be an understatement. However, if he needed her to, Nora was prepared to do whatever was asked by the boy who saved her life.


[System]
Appearance:
(instead of the outfit in the image, he'll be wearing a white dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black tie.)
Age: 19

Power: Smoke Conduit As a Conduit, Taka is able to hit harder and take more hits than a normal human being can. Also, he can jump from high areas without taking damage and self-regenerate from damage within minutes. However, this does not mean he is impossible to kill. If he takes a substantial amount of damage, he CAN be killed/defeated.

Bio: One night, on the way back to his apartment, Taka decided it would be faster if he went through an alleyway instead of taking his usual route home. Halfway down the alleyway, he finds what seems to be a rather expensive shard of a gem lying on the ground, it being the color of ash with flecks of a fiery red. Upon touching it, however, his entire body gives out on him as a sharp pain starting from his hand flows through him, knocking him unconscious. He wakes up a few minutes later, feeling fine at first. Unfortunately for him, three members of a local gang show up as he recovers, looking like they wanted to beat him up for fun. The next ten seconds for Taka are a blur, taking all three of the men out by accidentally launching a smoke grenade at them from an extended hand. Very curious of what else he could do, Taka did everything he could possibly think of that would involve smoke. He quickly learned how far he could push his physical limits.

[User] The world was in chaos. There had been a major battle between Heaven and Hell. It was hard for humans to know for sure which side one. Rumors flew widely. No one knew for sure what the truth was. Some said that the demons had one and the Angels had been destroyed. Others said that Lucifer he been destroyed and the demons had gone into hiding. Neither side seemed interested in explaining anything to the human that had survived the battle. They were left to try to rebuild some sort of life.

[Assistant]
Will sat in a lecture hall tapping his leg impatiently at the University of Chicago while his professor talked about his latest findings at a dig site in Egypt. It concerned a location important to 18th dynasty of Ancient Egypt, a rather interesting, yet brief period where Egyptians went from a polytheistic religion to a monotheistic one due to the actions of one pharaoh. There was a huge shift in culture easily seen in the art with more elongated, alien bodies that did not seem to be truly human. The god they worshiped, Aten, had been around for a while but only gained popularity for that period of rule, before things reverted right back to a more traditional polytheistic culture. Aten was first described in The Story of Sinhue where a man rose up to the sun, Aten, and merged with it. Will shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This topic would normally fascinate him, however given his own present circumstances it hit much too close to home.

He could feel it swirling around inside him, burning through his veins like lava, calling for its release around the world around him. A bead of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose and dropped with a barely audible plop onto the paper notebook in front of him. He rose suddenly grabbing his things and headed out of the room, ignoring the feel of the professor's eyes on the back of his neck as best as he could. 'I will have to explain that to her later. And think of some sort of explanation that she will accept... again. Damnit!' He ran over to the nearest restroom, stuck his head under the sink and turned the cold water on as high as he could. He yelped as the initial shock of cold hit his head and sizzled atop his skin. He rested there awkwardly letting water the cool him off. 'This can't go on. I have missed so many classes, my GPA is the gutter, and I KEEP LIGHTING THINGS ON FIRE! I wish I had never seen that damn rock. But the worst part by far... I almost want it all to bur-' He cut off the thought quickly and pulled his head out from underneath the sink, shaking his hair slightly to get out some of the droplets. 'I have to get out of here.'

He moved into his father's old car and instantly felt better. While his father had passed away, when he had first entered college after a long bout with cancer, this car was a core piece of his father's identity. Perhaps it was the memories that they had shared inside of it or the way that nothing ever seemed to get out the scent of his father's constantly over-applied cologne, but it never failed to make him feel better about what was going on in his life. Still, he knew it was a temporary reprieve at best and that the flames would escape him some way or another. He started the vehicle, and moved out of his space heading towards a relatively secluded spot by Lake Michigan. He cranked up the AC to its coldest setting and blew it as hard as his car could. He pulled off to the side of the road and hurried down to the shoreline. He nervously looked around and pulled off his clothes folding on the ground. He quickly entered to cold water and waded out past the point where his feet could no longer touch the ground. He dived down into the water and finally let go his barely held control of the raging hell-fire inside of him. Heat blossomed out around him boiling it around him, the heat sustained itself for two minutes before it stopped. He burst his head above the water and gulped down as much air to his empty lungs as he possibly could.

He swam back towards the shore, still panting, and put his clothes back on still sopping wet. If he had left them on, they would have been destroyed almost instantly. He sat down on the shore line and put his head in his hands. This was only a temporary measure, the need to release the flames came more and more frequently. It was a only a matter of time before someone got hurt around him, and he was not sure that he could handle it.

[User]
Free-roaming the world set out before him, Taka embraced his smoke abilities, traveling through a nearby vent and now smoke-dashing from rooftop to rooftop. "Man, the views you can get from the tops of buildings are pretty sweet! Too bad there aren't very many people to share it with...people like me.." He remarks as he sits himself down atop a billboard. Ever since he had touched that gem and gained his powers, his life wasn't the same. He kept in touch with his friends from his old life, but never visited them in person, feeling that if they saw him as he was now, being no longer human, they'd be terrified of him. His main goal for the longest time had been to find someone like him. They might not have the same abilities as him, but they'd at least understand the situation he was in. Hell, maybe they'd bond over this misfortune and become good friends. Taka certainly hoped that'd be the case, at least.

For now, as Taka took all these thoughts into consideration, he enjoyed his current view of Chicago, the city being bathed in the moonlight. He took a moment to stare directly at it in all of its glory, stretching out his right hand towards the moon. In hopes of channeling the soothing light of the moon into his heart, he closed his hand towards it, and placed his outstretched hand unto his heart.


[System]
LIST OF ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ON THE OOC
Age:Unknown
Gender:Presumed Male
Ability:Presumed to have Precognative Abilities.
Personal Skills:Unknown
Personal Weaknesses: Unknown
History:Unknown.

Name:Ryan Wells

Age:29

Gender:Male

Equipment:Protective mining gear

Ability: Elemental - Control over Stone

-Abilities Strengths: His skin has hardened, and possibly his internal organs too. Right now it's a pale marble like substance that takes a saw or several bullets to break. Though he fears it is getting harder. Also as long as he is connected to the ground or some form of stone he can manipulate it, erecting walls or pulling the ground up to hit someone. If he is in the air or not touching the ground he cannot control it, he also cannot control any earth once it is already airborne. He is stronger than the average man, coupled with the fact he is a recent immigrant to mars it makes him a formidable opponent.

-Abilities Weaknesses: If he isn't touching the ground he can't control it, his thicker skin and stone composition make him far slower than he would usually be. He is also more vulnerable to the possibility of shattering with enough force. He is also far heavier than he used to be, and even with Mars Gravity that's starting to take it's toll on where he walks.

Personal Skills: Brute force and ignorance: has always been physically strong, boxer, experience with mining equipment, intiricate knowledge of Aires mines, connections within the less scrupulous areas of Aire.

Personal Weaknesses: Stubborn: Slow to accept change, definitely not a tactician, not much for out of the box thinking, no real life experience other than working in mines.

History: Ryan, unlike his younger sister. Took after their father. Their father being a boxer and a miner, just like he turned out to be. Originally from Earth the family moved to Mars when the Lorne Corporation required more miners in Aire, and rather than hiring on Mars it was more beneficial to move people from Earth with the fact that they would have extreme strength in the lesser atmosphere. Not much happened interestingly in his life throughout school, he flunked a bit and started boxing taking a real shining to a sport where he could solve problems by hitting things. It was during this time that him and his sister began to drift apart, his sister on the academic path and him on the path of a fighter and a miner they had little in common and fought more often than not on how things should be done.

After school his dad set him up with a Job in the same mines as him, and it was here he worked during the day. At night he started fighting professionally, the fights began to earn him more money than the mines. It was always of interest for people to watch boxers from Earth fight, they were always more serioues. The blows harder which made the whole fight more interesting to watch. It was during one of these fights, years later. That the incident happened, nobody noticed it of course.

There was no explosion, no flash of light. It just happened, Ryans skin began hardening in the middle of a fight and as his opponent punched him his hand was broken on contact as that piece of skin on his chest instantly hardened into a red stone. From there the stone spread, most of his body into a pale stone. Not knowing what happened people began to panic including him, he couldn't tell what happened next for next thing he knew he was in a prison cell within the Keep. Still feeling himself changing, ever so slowly.

Name:Cassandra "Cassie" Wells

Age:24

Gender:Female

Equipment:Nothing in particular

Ability: Spacial - Teleportation

-Abilities Strengths:Can teleport from one place to another.

-Abilities Weaknesses:The greater the distance, the more exhausted she becomes. Repeated small teleports also exhaust her quickly. She has to have a) Enough energy to teleport to the place (Or she'll fall sort), b) Able to see the place she's going or c) A memory of where she's going (This is risky as it may have changed or her memory could be distorted) or d) A strong connection with someone in that place (Dangerous for the same reasons as above)

Personal Skills: Well educated, tactical thinker, patient, charismatic.

Personal Weaknesses: While she has the perks of being the complete oppisite of her brother that has its flaws too. While she is well educated she doesn't have much real life experience outside of being an intern at a lab, and while she is a recent immigrant to Mars due to a lack of exercise her muscles have suffered fatigue to the level that she is just as strong as any of the 17th generation Martians. While also patient she will be slow to act, tyring to plan ahead as soon as possible.

History: Her life is the opposite side of her brothers, studious and sticking in school. It was throughout school that the muscle fatigue kicked in and she lost the advantage she had over anybody else. Her body adapting to the lower gravity though she wasn't a fan of working out and she didn't see the problem anyway. She wasn't her brother, she didn't need to punch problems to solve them. This realization is what set them apart, and why they began to drift apart.

The constant rivalry, when she finally left to go to university they just grew more and more distant. Rarely seeing one another throughout her degree even whenever she returned home on holidays she never sought him out. When the incident happened it was actually during an attack. On her way home on a friday night from working lat in the lab she was cornered by a group of thugs which was a rare occurence especially in that part of the city. By reflex when one went to grab her she just thought about being safe back in her appartment, and in a flash she was there. Though the exertion exhausted her, passing out on the floor.

Since then she has been contacted by the mysterious Watcher trying to discover the source of these powers though recently she has discovered that her brother has been pegged for experimentation within the keep, and its time that changed.

[User]
Edith took a seat in the chair and leaned forward to rest a moment. While this was all exhilarating it was also quite terrifying. Figuring out how to survive would be the next big task. Rising back up her hair had fallen over into her face and she had to pull it back. In the past she had kept it rather short so it didn't get in the way. Come to think of it even further in the past she preferred it long like this. Chris' mention of rebuilding some of the equipment reminded her of some information she wanted. "Chris. I know that we weren't able to get a copy of the data. But do you recall if the brain scan showed any significant neurological damage?" She had to know. If whatever happened cured her then she might actually have a shot at being, well, normal. Or normal aside from being a freak of nature. Socially normal might better categorize it.

Looking at everyone here they all looked pretty worn out in some fashion. Getting up again she want over to Cassie who was on the mattress. "How are you feeling? You pushed yourself pretty hard getting us out of there. Thank you." Her hair got in the way again and she spun around. Hairbands were not something readily available so she just grabbed a piece of wire. Gathering her hair back she twisted the wire around to hold the white strands in a pony tail. Note to self, get a mirror for this place.

[Assistant]
Cassie was just kinda sprawled out on the bed, exhausted. She then sat up as the other women came closer. "I am feeling, like I could sleep for a week and a half, on any planet." She used her hands to keep her torso propped up as the rest of her was still lying down. "Also it's no problem. I guess we're all in the same boat, or so I've heard." She shrugged. "I'd offer to help you kit this place out with some newer tech or update some of your old stuff, though I'm quite happy where I am-" She then noticed the kid (The one the Watcher sent her to see earlier) standing in the corner.

"Hey Kid, we don't bite-" she looked at Edith. "-Well I don't bite." She patted the mattress beside the two of them. "Take a load off, it's been a long day."

---

Ryan just stood near the door after pulling it closed, he was almost tempted to go break the welded door himself. However he felt it wa sbetter not to, too much noise would gather attention and right now that was one of the worst things they could do. They had to keep quiet for now, let the U.S.F run their hunt dry before they even thought about sticking their heads out. He turned to Chris, who seemed overjoyed as off late. "Just don't make the autopsy machine-" THen was the request for his hand.

"Why? What do you want my hand for?"

[User]
Chris turned his head to Edith. "Brain damage... No,that's... That's a very complicated test, unless the damage is extensive, and I would've felt it when I..." Chris fell silent suddenly. He didn't tell her, did he? "When I examined you, before the scan. I used my ability to see if you're in danger. If your brain signals were severely distorted, I would've detected it. Higher resolution required the sort of equipment I had there."

When he turned back to Ryan, he felt a need to select his words very carefully. There was a wide variety of explanations he could give Ryan that would prevent experimentation on him forever, with or without him also attacking Chris for even suggesting it.

"I want to see if you are healthy and that there are no destructive processes in your body due to this crystallization." He finally said. Technically this wasn't a lie - but in all honesty, the large man seemed fine, and any violent transformation was probably behind him already. Ryan narrowed his eyes with visible suspicion, and slowly raised his hand, palm down, so it was obvious he did not want to cooperate. Chris noticed this, and wondered if being a woman would make this easier. He stepped closer, his hand on Ryan's forearm.

Searching for surface signals... none detected. Adjusting sensitivity... Changing to active mode...  Chris raised his eyes at Ryan's face, who in turn tilted his head. A high-current surge of information made the scientist hiss and reel back. He carefully renewed contact a few moments later. There was no neural information flowing through Ryan's body - when he wasn't moving. Chris pushed against his arm and after Ryan realized he wasn't trying to topple him and moved it slightly, the high-current signals returned. Chris wiggled Ryan's arm back and forth a few times, then sighed and stepped back.

"I can't read your body." he finally said. "This is what I assume would happen to humans if their body stops being a collection of cells and becomes a... solid." He cringed inwardly at his inability to foresee this. "But - with enough experimentation time I am sure I will be able to adjust -" While saying this, Chris noticed Ryan's leer and took a step away from him. "Look, just think about it, okay. With the stuff I can do with my own body, yours might be a whole world of undiscovered phenomena."

[Assistant]
"Hey Kid," the teleporting lady called to Renat, "we don't bite-" She then briefly looked at Edith, causing Renat to glance at her as well. "-Well I don't bite." She then patted the mattress beside her, giving Renat an indication of what she wanted. "Take a load off, it's been a long day."

Renat smiled briefly, mainly at the fact that Edith had been the friendliest to him so far. He said "Thank you," and swung his backpack down onto the floor beside him before sitting down on the mattress. He realised now that the robots had not payed much attention to it at all. Maybe that fancy X4 did a scan of it and detected nothing threatening inside. He himself had in fact forgotten it was on his back in all the excitement, but that wasn't too uncommon since it might as well be glued to his back the amount of time he spent carrying it around.

While the scientist was busy playing with Ryan's arm and hand, Renat sat in awkward silence for a couple moments. He then voiced a question in hope of starting up conversation with the other two members of the impromptu team, though directed at Cassie the others may have something to contribute. "So, who is this Watcher guy you mentioned, ma'am?"

[User]
Cassie turned to the kid. "Oh right, yeah I forgot you haven't met him yet." She yawned, covering her mouth with her left hand. "He's the one that led me to you, and Ryan and helped me figure out how to use my powers. Don't ask me for his real name, as I don't know it. I've never actually met him. He's always called me except when he first began to contact me via using screens and holo-panels. He seems to be everyone it's... weird. Though he knows things, and seems to have my best interests and yours at heart, he's the man with a plan." She smirked slightly at that. "So once we've rested I think we should contact him and if you guys don't want to, I'll go contact him myself."

---

Ryan put his arm down. "I'm fine with it being undiscovered right now, thanks." He then listened in to the conversation between the kid and his sister. "I think I know what you're talking about. The Map appeared and I was told I wasn't alone by a strange man on a screen. So I'm in for calling this guy."