[System]
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19 in human years
Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop.
Species: Alien half-demon

Personality:
 Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him.

Abilities:
Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing

He can phase through solid objects.

He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies.

He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury.

He can also use this ability to levitate and fly.

Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies.

He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack.

But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while.

Appearance:
When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities.

In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black.

History:
Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become.

Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm.

Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well.

Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him.

Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone.

Notes:

He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious.

Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening.

Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute?

Art Commissioned from Mi-tian

[User]
-Robin-
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Dick Grayson
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 Robin finished up on the console, taking in a few last minute reports of what was going on around their AO, while the team sprung into action. As they were leaving Robin had finished up, and started heading for the hanger. Cassie poked her head into the main room just before Mirage took cut out to the scene.

"I can give you a lift if you need one."

"Thanks," Robin replied with a smile. "But I will take the T-Jet in case things get rough." He continued down in the elevator to the hanger under the tower where the various transports for the team, as well as personal vehicles were kept. Robin approached a jet like craft that resembled that of an F-22 crossed with a harrier jet, but the fuselage was wider, and the engines set a bit high to make room for a crew ramp. The jet was a metallic gray color with the Titan's iconic "T" blazoned on each wing. The ramp was already down and as Robin approached the jet powered on and the engines began to power on to stand-by. The inside of the jet was, cozy, to put it nicely. While it was not as spacious as the Orca, more of a areal command center they used for far away or escort missions, it did work well as a short range transport and flag of intimidation. The latter of those was something more of what Robin wanted on this mission, due to the un-easing nature of how the person who boarded the yacht dropped out of what Robbin assumed to be a stealthed ship, which they did not have any information on. Walking past the few rows of seating, Robin came to the front of the jet where the pilot controls were located. With a few button presses the jet came alive with activity. The ramp colsed, the falps and rudders began moving, and the hanger door began to open as the jet slowly rolled into place for takeoff. With a roar the jet shot forward and out of the underground hanger, it's vertical engines providing enough force to lift it from the ground and into the air just before the end of the runway.
 Even with the speed of the T-Jet Robin arrived on scene just as the rest of the team had put the plan into motion. Starfire was circling the area keeping onlookers at a safe distance and monitoring for escape, Mirage had just radioed in that the sub-nautical conditions were nominal, Wonder Girl had managed to evacuate a few of the ships occupants, and Wraith was running some advance recon of the situation.

"I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic."

"I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away."

 "Good job team. Lets see if we can find who is behind this chaos." Robin said as he pulled the jet in above the yacht. The down thrusters kicked in as the jet slowed to hover above the main aft deck, clearing most of the smoke from the craft. Robin noticed an odd proximity reading before he put the jet into patrol mode and dropped to the deck below, landing with a thud on the deck. He glanced up around the jet as it gained in altitude and began a lazy circle around the area. looking around Robin noticed that most of the passengers and crew were on their way to deploying inflated rafts, while a few who were obviously part of a security detail were staging at an opening to the lower decks. Scanning the deck he saw both Wonder Girl and Mirage and motioned to the security personnel. "Lets see what they are getting ready for." Robin then approached the group and activated the team comm-link so Wraith could hear as well. "We are here to help, what is the situation?" Robin started as one of the security officers, a woman, looked his way.
"Head of security Tylers, Krystal." She introduced herself. "I didn't think we would need the Titans. We appreciate the assist though. It all happened quick, and the part we are having issue with understanding is where this intruder came from. Suddenly the deck was covered in smoke, and this..." She paused a moment, distracted by radio chatter in her ear piece. "This intruder dropped from the sky, but there was nothing above us." She glanced up before looking back to Robin. "He was dressed in a red suite is what one of my men reported and armed, but his weapon seemed to only shoot concussive waves, non-lethal for the most part in the open, but could be dangerous in confined spaces."
"Thank you Krystal, we can take it from here if you want to take your group and make sure the passengers and crew get off safely." The woman nodded and issued a few orders to her men. "Wraith, did you get that? We are moving in from the main deck." Robin then looked to his team and motioned for them to begin moving below decks.

[Assistant]
Ted hadn't been able to work up the nerve to make a break for it which he cursed himself out for as he began to hear the tell tale signs of something amiss up above. He heard the whooshing of flight and the other jet up above along with the landing thud and talking. He wasn't a betting man but Ted was fairly certain that the titans had arrived on scene.

"Fiddlesticks."

 This was absolutely what he wanted, being put on the map and getting a popularity boost by going toe to toe with some supers but he was beginning to second guess himself now. Not only was he outmatched, he was outgunned and his mind was starting to go blank as the realization that he may not make it out of here a free man began to sink in. Maybe turning himself over would be his best bet? It would probably save him a lot of bruising. *No*, he'd gotten this far, might as well go out with a bang.

 As he tried to think of what that bang would be, Ted caught a glimpse of what confirmed his theory. The air suddenly got cold in the hideaway room as part of the Teen Titans member Wraith floated in. Like a bat out of hell, Ted sprinted towards the upper deck. Quickly he turned the setting on his Airgun pretty high, loaded up his grappling hook and made his way for the stairs where the guards would no doubt be stationed.

 Upon coming to the stairs Ted did a quick assessment of who was in his way to the top. A few security guards were stationed there but luckily they seemed somewhat distracted at the moment as they spoke with someone. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ted quickly brought his Airgun up and fired at his ship, getting its location from the small whiffs of smoke still escaping from the nozzles. As soon as he heard the satisfying clunk of metal on metal Ted began to zip himself up the stairway, barreling through the guards. Now was his big moment to let everyone know who he was and though he still wasn't sure he could get away with it, especially now considering how close in proximity all the titans were, Ted wracked his brain to think of something to say.

"Scarlet Scarab did this! I am he!" Ted yelled as he sped by, mounting his ship quickly and all but jumping for the controls as he tried to speed away from the crime scene after tossing the jewel into his bed.

[User]
"Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough.

He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain!

"I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps?

He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it.

"Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."


[System]
"Ay up mate, you wanna have a mooch up the local? I 'erd they do a crackin' pint, and the grub is bostin' lad."

Nickname: Eli, Annoying Scouser Faggot. She likes the last one.

Species: Human, you motherfu- I mean, beautiful people!

Age: 19

Sex: Maybe Female.

Job: Student.

Powers: None.

Weaknesses: I 'unno. The Scouser doesn't like bugs. If you like ANYTHING about bugs she's gonna hit you. Hard.

Personality:
Oh, this is gonna be fun. Eli is fucking rude, if you want me to say the least. Hell, I'll give you some words and phrases she says in the 'Other' section, but she just doesn't like being nice. "It just ain't fun," according to her. So, she doesn't like overly nice people, really. People who are polite 420% of the time and people who are super shy. kinda like 70% of the cast

HOWEVER
She does enjoy things that other people usually don't, one of them is being insulted, another one is people getting angry, there's also one where people are equally rude to her, and just a bunch of people who are just mean are the ones she likes being around.

She usually doesn't mind being insulted, its normally the same shit over and over again, she's heard it all, really. So when being insulted, she keeps the same straight face she always does and takes it, either ignoring or noting if its something different. She's developed this ability to just...not care, sometimes.

Skills: Fighting. Dodging. Insulting.
Hobbies: Killing bugs.

Background: GUESS FUCKING WHAT?

Eli lived normally.

She socialized, was like how she is now, people got used to it, people talked to her, Eli enjoyed most of them, learned some insults, went to a new grade, met the new kid, evaluated 'em, either ignored 'em or made friends, etc etc.

She just developed this personality early on because it was fun, and people that she met like her were fun to chat with. There were some bullies, but she couldn't give a fuck (ran out during middle school), so she just ignored them. If they suddenly decided to get physical, things turned for the worse.

People getting physical resulted in over 10 suspensions, maybe 3 expulsions, the latest bringing her to apply for this Orean shit and hope people didn't want to start fights with her, so she didn't have to bring out the worse side of her.

She's looking forward to a good, maybe boring, year.

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Optionals: Words and phrases.
"Fuck."
"Shit."
"Hell no."
"Shut the fuck up, you goddamn divvy."
"Get out."
There's lots more, I just can't think of 'em.
If ANYONE within the RP can even notice, she's a Scouser. You can look that up if you want to.

Likes: Killing bugs. Mean people.

Dislikes: Bugs. Nice people.

Theme song: I can't find one ;-;

Clubs: None.

Dreams: Get through school. Keep quiet for the remainder of her life.

[User]
Evelyn - "It's as if She were Dead..."

 Years ago, if one were to climb the stairs of the Orean CAuse Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, what would they have seen? They would have bared witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes.

 The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room. Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone. A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing creepy masks, the other of some grisly maniac, and lastly a portrait of some ghastly family, and next to that bed was a sinister instrument, its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier...an amplifier that no longer droned with a static sound...just like the stereo on the old, dust covered dresser no longer played, and the red BC Rich Warlock....she no longer needed...

And that was just how Evelyn found her old dorm, still the same as she left it, the day she....went on...

Stepping into her old abode, it was like descending back through the past, the memories hitting her one after another like bullets from an M16 stuck to her head. A tear, warm and brimming with melancholy, it snaked down her cold, lifeless cheek and fell to the dusty hardwood floor, empty red eyes gazing to the bed she and Lisa once shared many a night, chatting, watching movies, playing videogames together...and...sharing their love for one another, a love....Evelyn could no longer feel. She sighed, a pain wrenching her heart as deeper she descended into the vicinity of the old dorm room, taking her usual spot, right there on the red couch in the center of the room. She swore as she passed her old bed, she could see the ghosts of herself and her sweet, beloved girlfriend, re-enactments of recollections....she no longer wished to possess. From behind her back she pulled the Hymn of Thanatos, her new wicked axe, and hardwired it into her Schecter Hellion amp-head, closing her eyes and letting her fingers carry her away into the darkness, her pick plucking at the thick metal strings and belting out the painful but beautiful masterpiece of melancholy and anger....that was Pantera's Hollow.

Hollow.....it was exactly how she felt. Nothing was left for her after all that...all that she endured for so long, and now the pain poured like blood from her fingers trailing up and down the neck of her guitar and plucking notes softly...at least before the heavy part kicked in and her foot slammed down hard on her distortion pedal...and her sadness...became anger...

[Assistant]
Bride

Bride turned to the person who answered his question, it was a girl still taller than him…he was quite short. "O-oh…okay t-thanks.." he bowed his head, showing thanks to the person, she must be new too since she was near the tour group. She introduced herself as Winnifer, it was a cute name….reminded him of some plant he called Winnie when he was young. He missed that plant...sad it had to die after his surgery. "Oh…I-I am Lavender….b-but you can call me B-bride." He gave a small smile the girl and shook he hand lightly, he wanted to make some new friends and she was really nice to him so he had to be nice a s well. He was not sure what to say next, he looked around wondering what to say. "uuhh.h….t-the s-school l-looks nice…" it's a start…

Iyo@Remipa Awesome

Iyo continued to dance his heart out, his dance members were sure getting a lot of people interested in the dance club with all of his dancing though he did a sugar break. Once the music stop he looked at his club mates and waved them off for a sugar break. "Be back! Need some sugar in my system!!" He waved them off as he went way form the crowd, he took out a chocolate bar, a packet of skittles, a mars bar and three chocolate chip cookies form his bag for his small sugar break. He ate the skittle pretty quick, as he loved the sugary feel. ""'mmmmmnnn……sugar!!" he sat down by the fountain to continue his sugar craze snack time. Iyo noticed a boy throwing a coin in the fountain, weird…wasting money on that…. He could have bought a candy with it! "Hmmm…. Social itme?" he said out loud to the guy, wondering what the heck he is talking about as he ate one cookie.

Penn

Penn was nervous to see his roommate pick up the papers but he didn't look at them, not that one thing he can be relaxed on. "N-no it-s fi-n-e…." He stuttered out, trying to give some distance with the guy. "t-thanks…" He still continued to avoid contact with the guy, he felt really small, not because he was quite small form the guy but the fact he had to self-confidence at all. He got a small watermelon candy form his pocket and ate it, it sort of help him calm down with scenarios like these but just a tiny bit. He sucked on the artificial flavored candy, trying to calm his nerve. Penn was still twitching and stuttering but the guy doesn't seemed to bad….he was not sure…. He couldn't trust anyone yet. "I-I-I ju-st…n-not u-u-used to-to pe-op-le…." He admitted a=that but he was to admitting that he was afraid of guys yet…it might weird the guy out.

[User] "Eh, I'm not a big fan of people either." Edward walks over to the kitchen area, "Hope you don't mind the equipment taking up a lot of your leg room at the desk." He opens the fridge and looks through the food they were provided with, "If your hungry I can make us something to eat." He pulls out a couple ingredients and turns on the stove and walks over to Penn while remembering to keep his distance, "How's Spaghetti sound?"

[Assistant]
Winifer
Winifer nodded her head. 'Awwwwww What a poor little baby. He's so cute with his stuttering. You have to become friends with this one. The poor wee lamb' Kikka chimed in Winifer's head very interested. 'Actually I don't have to do anything Kikka, but he does seem nice' Winifer thought trying her best to still look as though she was paying attention to what was it again..Bride. Yes Bride. Winifer thought about how strange a nickname that was before Bride mentioned the schools beauty. "Yeah,.....It's pretty" Winifer replied nodding slightly. 'Really Winni thats it. You need to interact better thats just not gonna cut it' Kikka warned ready to meddle. "So...where are you from" Winifer asked hoping to appease Kikka.

[User]
Bride

Bride couldn't help but to smile back, when he though about the school was really pretty…a bit more flowers and it would be wonderful but it was pretty. When Winnifer asked about where he was form he stopped smiling for a second, he had a hard life before…. Hospital, break ups, divorces in the family…it was a mess but he tired to be positive about things and gave a small smile. "I-I am from h-ere…but stu-died in a-nother school…I had to tra-nsfer…. My m-mom owns a flower s-h-shop near here." He answered, giving just a brief tale of how he got to Orean. "What a-about you?...I-if you m-mind me a-sking…" Bride couldn't stop stuttering, it a part of his sickness he had as a kid and that was the side affect of it.

Penn

Penn somehow laughed da bit, it was small laugh but still laugh, one thing in common…that's good. Edward… he tired to avoid thinking about twilight for a second…the movie ruined the name for him. "P-penn…" He said back, he looked on the equipment the guy had….he had a lot of techy stuff for sure but it didn't mind him just have a table and he is good…and some instant ramen. "I-It f-fine…j-just ne-need a d-desk th-that's all… oh y-you can coo-cook?..co-cool...t-that b-be ni-nice..." he slowly interacting with Edward but still avoided any contact form there, and if he stayed a good amount of distance its good enough.

[Assistant]
She laughed a bit at the way Monsieur le Blond almost went the entirely wrong way, and then followed him towards the building. That seemed to be a strange conversation, as Marci only heard Aaron speak, and not his sister. What was having siblings even like?

They seemed to argue about the whole 'morning' and 'map' thing before they finished the call. Marcia assumed that Aaron obtained the directions, and so they were finally allowed to get to the dorms. Well, they could have gone anyways, this way was just going to be much faster than running around the dormitory looking for room 211.

In no time, they had gotten to the dorm room.

211 was indeed the number Marci saw besides the door to the room. She decided to be polite, and said, whilst knocking on the door to be sure that her roommate were in there and would answer. "Thank you, Monsieur! You have helped me, I vill be sure to repay you one day!"

Marci took a cookie wrapped in paper towels, and took the paper towels off before biting into it. Her bags and suitcases were set behind her, and she was ready to step in whenever her new roommate decided to answer the door.


[System]
Extra:

Racial features
-Skin ranging from chalk white to deep blue black, as well as green and brown tones.
-Skin is very smooth, almost completely hairless, and always covered in a slight wetness. The hair that is present is always on the head and sometimes face, and almost impossible to see on hands.
-Eyes have various colors from all over the spectrum, but have wide pupils with a small ring of iris.
-Instead of legs, they have a long tailfin. Shapes range from what humans would call dolphinlike, to those of flowing tropical fish.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Parents: Parents aren't heroes. Granddaughter of Amanda Waller.
Powers: Kijani has the ability to manipulate paper, and control it's density. She can turn an index card into a razor sharp blade, a book into a brick, and newspaper into armor. She can remember anything she's read and recall it with accuracy.
She also has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi and Capoeria- moving with the flow of the fight, never stopping. Kijani's self-invented style flows from move to move, never breaking stride even when she falls or is hit, it simply becomes another move in the dance.
She has been trained in the use of a Chinese jian and has been gifted with her own blade.
She has a gift for languages and speaks 4, 5 if ASL is included, and is working on Mandarin Chinese.
Bio: Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. She grew up cared for by a nanny while her parents worked and ignored her. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom for a week. Her parents paid, she was released, but she was scarred, both physically and psychologically. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she'd never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. Her nanny was fired, and Kijani pretty much raised herself from the age of eleven while her parents worked. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fourteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms.

After the events of Kijani's first semester at the Academy, she has also cut herself off from her grandmother.

Appearance:

[User]
Since it was clear that the teacher didn't seem... well, interested in knowing who their new student was, Draco took a moment to look around the classroom in order to get an idea of who was there and whom he would want to partner up with, despite not knowing who they were or them him.

His gaze seemed to linger on a girl that was standing out through; She seemed to be highly uncomfortable and alone... plus she was kind of cute. Taking a small breath and approaching her, Draco offered her his hand to shake as he introduced himself as "Draco Russ. Would you mind if claimed you as my partner?"

Dizzy

[Assistant] Turning to Katherine again, Phoebe smiled at her friend "What do you say? Do you want to pair up for these missions?" She asked once more, "We could become a powerful team, together" She said, smiling, quite thrilled that this was happening. @KatherinWinter

[User]
Kijani tried to smile again, but failed, and then rested her head against his chest. "...you're right. I know you're right. It doesn't stop the fear, though. I guess it's a start that I can admit that I'm scared as hell, but I wish I wasn't." She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying Connor's warmth. "I've spent years thinking I knew just who I was, and I realized that person was a lie. Right now I don't know who I am. At least you're here while I work it out." She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "I love you, you know that?" She grinned wide, then froze when she realized what popped out of her mouth. "I mean- well, I- um... Shit, it's supposed to be done more romantically than that isn't it?"

"Oh!" Kassy looked a bit startled when a new person entered class and strode right to her. She smiled nervously, and took his hand after a moment of uncertainty. "Um, yes. I mean, no... I don't mind - I was beginning to feel rather strange standing up here along. I am Kassandra, clan Keigwan, I am happy to meet you. What can you do?" She figured there was no harm in asking straight out. Everyone here had some kind of ability, just like back home. She was still a bit nervous about displaying hers.

[Assistant] Connor kept his arms around Kijani, "I don't think anyone knows who they are truly, yet" He said softly, enjoying the simple fact of having her there, right where she was, in his arms. "Fear has a way of bringing us down, and building us up" He said softly, And then he froze, his mind trying to figure out what she had said. she loved him? He bowed his head, kissing her softly, pulling away just slightly "It was perfect. I love you, too Kijani"@Mistress Dizzy

[User] Katherin nodded. She trusted Phoebe. She knew that the other girl would so her very best. She knew most of her friend's strength and weaknesses which would make it easier for her to work with. Plus she knew that Phoebe knew about her struggles. It wouldn't be hard for them to work together.  "Yea. I think we will make a good team. I am comfortable working with you. We can help and support each other."

[Assistant]
"A pleasure to meet you Kassandra... Do you prefer Kassandra or would you rather I call you something else?" Draco asked innocently enough, leading his new teammate and partner over to one of the sides so that they were out of the way and no longer drawing as much addition attention to themselves as they were for standing in the middle of the room.

Her question about what his skill set might be was somewhat predictable, considering that he was a new student whom she had never met before. Tilting his head a little while reaching up to rub his stubble, his small smile returned as he answered "I find myself blessed with a few different abilities. While I doubt that I am the most physically able hero in this academy, I feel that I can take and dish out a lot more punishment then most. I can also provide some protection from ranged attacks. What about you my dear? What special talents can I expect from your charming self?"

Dizzy

[User]
Kijani laughed, face heated with embarrassment and happiness. "I'm glad... I don't think I've said that to anyone since I was a little girl." She gave him a light kiss. "I would worry that we're skipping class, but I may at least have a leg up on some of the other students. Besides, I know that whatever group I'm a part of, I'd like you in it." She still wasn't sure of what they would be doing, but she knew working with Connor would be her best choice.

"You can call me Kassy, that's fine." She was already wondering if Draco wasn't some kind of noble. He was very polite and had sort of a regal bearing about him. Did humans have nobles, though? Was Draco actually human? Both questions for later. "I can do illusion magic, among other things." She twisted her hand, and a little school of brightly colored fish shimmered in midair, weaving around Draco. "Not only sight. Sound as well, and touch. Scent and taste I'm working on..." She flashed him embarrassed little smile. "I don't think I have much in the way of battle training. I can use a knife, but everyone can do that where I come from. Unless you're a shark, I don't think I'll be too threatening yet."


[System]
Gender : Male

Appearance: Zat's skin is a deep dark green and one of lower canines is damaged, leaving it shorter and blunt.

Personality: Zats isn't the most confident goblin in existence but he wil still try his best to be useful and help his tribe out. While not a genius by human standards he is a bit smarter than the average goblin, especially when it comes to quick thinking. Due to his confidence issues he doesn't often say something if he disagrees with one of the other goblins, unless someone else also shows doubts about the plan/idea or he feels it's really important.

Past Life History : In a different world Zats was a somewhat geeky kid with an interest in stage magic and had learned some simple tricks when he died along with his father in a car accident.

Skill : Magic potential: Zats has great potential to learn magic.

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[User]
Goblin Gird Figureing out where to go next with Luz /// Morning - Mid afternoon // Day 3

Gird looked up to the other goblin she seemed to be looking at him funny with two sticks in hand that looked a bit stronger than the ones they had gotten earlier. "What?" he gave her a weird look before looking himself over again. "That rabbit could smell us. It moved before I grabbed it. Now I smell like the forest and blend in a bit better." He was still a bit curious about the rabbit hole and walked back up to it.

He reached out to grab the new stick only to feel the pain in his side from where he was bruised. He didn't catch the new stick. Picking it up he moved it around a few times in his hand. "It's a bit more sturdy and thicker, even looks like a different kind of wood." He spoke loud enough for her to hear as she wandered off towards some trees. Gird made his way down into the hole finding it rather comfortable. She was right, there were a few stones and some berries at the back of the hole.

Emerging from the rabbit's home he couldn't see his friend but he could hear her in the trees. For a moment he was wondering what she was doing but lost interest with the thought of berries. The goblin split the berries equally into two piles he began looking over the stones. A few where rounded and small but a couple had sharp edges and points. Examining the pointed stones he was reminded again of his injury. A small price to pay. Yet, his eyes settled on something past the stone in his hands.

Girds vision had settled on the tree he was crushed against and walked up to it feeling the thick bark on the tree then his own side. The gears in his head began turning again ideas and thoughts of protection diving in and out. With the sharp stone in hand the goblin began working at the bark. Prying it away from the wood in one piece that could cover his bruise. Now that his stomach was full he could focus on other things.

After prying one small piece of bark off he looked back to the other goblin who had come down from the tree with some thin but strong looking vines and began to wrap it around herself. "Clever" he spoke aloud as he walked up next to her and then up at the tree with the ivy. He pondered for a moment how much he would need before climbing the same way she did cutting the strands of ivy he would need. The goblin then set to work weaving the ivy in and out of small holes in the bark. Slowly his creation began to take shape and the goblin finished wrapping the vines around himself. Mimicing his companion. The small pice of bark covering his bruised area. Goblin Gird did one more thing with the rest of the vines. He finished by wrapping his hands with the ivy doubling up the layers around his wrist and knuckles being careful not to make it too tight.

Once he was done he took a moment to look himself over and smiled at her, "so now that that is taken care of. Do you want to keep heading deeper into the forest or do you want to slowly make our way back towards the cave?" he paused for a moment as he looked around. Just because they had finished off the alpha didn't mean that something wouldn't be attracted by the smell of fresh blood. "Either way im confident I can find the way home. But I'll follow you, it's your turn to choose the path." He smiled at her again while looking her over with her new stick as something came to mind. "O and if it helps I saw the other goblins with tools back at the cave. If you wanted you could probly strap that horn to the end of that new branch." He felt more talkative now that he had something to eat too. Either way he would gather his new stick and berries before following her tucking the sharp stone in between the vines and his side.

EXP: 8

Inventory: a sharp stone, 6 x blue berries,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, Alpha horned rabbit fur cloak, vine chest wrap, vine hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden staff,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite,

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[Assistant]
Goblin Luz

@Jangel13

Luz was watching Gird as he copies her and used the Ivy from the tree to wrapping a piece of bark to his body to cover his bruise. "Your not to bad yourself?" She comment back with a smile. "But are sure you're going to be able to fight with that injury?" She asked him looking a little worried. Assuming he answers yes Luz would then reply with "If you say so, we still have a lot of daylight out so I would like to look around some more and gather some more information about what's around here." Luz informs him.

Gird then informs her that she may be able to tie the horn onto one of the newer branches which kind of spark the idea in her head. "You know what that is not a bad idea." She told him before once again going through the process of securing ivy from the tree, afterword she then crawled back under the tree to get a strong yet narrow branch in which she tied her newly require horn one to its end, creating an improved spear if some sort. "Thank you." She told him with a smile.

Luz then led the way forward, keeping her eyes peeled for anything interesting or threatening on their path. As they walked she could help but wonders if Gird was letting her be lead so he could grade her leadership to determine rather not she was worthy...or rather not she was a threat. It was likely just paranoid but for now, she just plays along and acts like everything is normal.

EXP:8 xp

Inventory: Better thick wooden branch, an improved wooden spear, and a piece of cloth.

Acquired Skills: Pinpoint Strike: Pinpoint strike allows the user to make an accurate attack on an area of their choosing this allows the user to attack the weak points of an opponent better when upgraded can target bones and muscles

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[User]
And a last strike was done soon after in the form of a swing to the side of its head. Immediately after, he gave brief glances around before picking it up and briefly cheering to himself. He did manage to get food! And didn't even get hurt! He is sure some wouldn't even managed to do that. And the best part, the berries. He reached out to take a blue one from where the rabbit was eating to see its taste.

If he didn't die due to that, he'd there and then attempt to pluck the horn out of the rabbits head as it looked like a weapon, before attempting to use it tear out the meat from it, avoiding to eat the furry exterior bits as much as possible. As soon as he was done with this eating, it'd be time to hunt more rabbits! After all, even if he got himself full, it'd be good to bring something over to Goblin Grandpa, he did feed him for the last 2 days.

EXP: 4

Inventory: Solid Tree Branch

Acquired Skills:
 - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces

Titles: None

Blessings: None

Curses: None

[Assistant]
The goblin had taken his first weapon from his first kill no doubt proud of himself. Soon he would start to note that it was becoming twilight as the sun started to set in the day. If he wanted to get another kill he would need to be quick as monsters got much more dangerous out at night.

@ReusableSword

They then wandered after they had gotten the pieces of wood and ivy that would work for them for the time being. They would soon be able to note that the sun was starting to set in the distance and they would need to be fast if they wanted to hunt one more rabbit before heading back. They then saw berry bushes nearby allowing them the luxury to gather rather than to hunt before they head back to the cave.

@Duthguy

after the exchange between the two they would soon find that the sun was starting to set in the distance and because of that they finally realized that they were on a clock. If they weren't careful they would end up being hunted by the more dangerous beasts of the forest. With gina getting lost in the distance it was getting clear that she would end up facing the most dangerous beasts and if she didn't get back to the cave she might end up losing her chance to truly "tame" her pet rabbit.

He soon saw that the sun was reaching the end of the horizon and if he hurried he could at least hunt for a meal to keep him going until the next day but only if he hurried otherwise he would have to starve until tomorrow to go on a full hunt with his brothers and sisters.

[User]
Goblin Zats
Day three evening
Still half expecting Gina to come back Zats spent another few minutes in the treetop, until he noticed the setting sun. Hoping to meet her back home he climbed back down where he spotted the items she left for him. Despite the rabbit hide smelling and not being dry yet he used it as a replacement loincloth.

As he headed back towards the cave Zats made sure to check what Gina claimed was their other "private spot" near the river and decided that whether he saw her again or not he wouldn't tell any of the other Goblins about it. Despite the risk he spent about fifteen minutes waiting in hopes she would show up and occasionally even yelled her name in case she was nearby, knowing that he might attract the attention of some creature he couldn't defeat. When that time was up he continued on his way back to the cave.

EXP: 4

Inventory:
Rabbit-spear, Rabbit hide, Sharp bone
Acquired Skills:
crush.

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[System]
Marked by Zeus and Artemis
Seeking Peace

AND

Chef Mate Dolce
Marked by Hera and Artemis
Seeking Adventure

THE PAIR
Vasilia's Agenda: Viva La Revoluction
Dolce's Agenda: All For One And One For All

STATS

Vasilia
Blood: +1
Courage: +1
Grace: +1
Sense: +1
Wisdom: -1

Dolce
Blood: -1
Courage: +0
Grace: +1
Sense: +1
Wisdom: +1

Combined (Always with Hope)
Blood: +0
Courage: +1
Grace: +2
Sense: +2
Wisdom: +0

Paired Core

Birds Of A Feather: You play as two characters. The Pair can split up or stay together as they
like, allowing you to be in two places at once. They each have a separate Look, separate Stats, and a separate personal Agenda.

The Pair has separate bonds for each of them. Each of the Pair can only have one Bond with someone else, and others can only have one Bond with each member of the Pair.

When they Fill Their Belly, the Pair only spends 1 Food, but they each heal one damage.

Working Alone: When The Pair is separated, they make rolls with their separated stats and get the Spotlight separately.

-When one of the Pair is acting to rescue, protect, or rush to the side of the other, they roll with Hope.

-Working Alone is dangerous, as you rely on your teamwork. When you take damage while Working Alone, you must also pay a price.

Working Together: When The Pair is together, they act as a single unit in perfect harmony. They combine their stats when making a move, and they share the Spotlight together. If either of you has Hope or Despair, you both do.

-When you Keep Them Busy together, only one of you needs to stay to Keep Them Busy. The other may disengage and begin Working Alone.

-When you Get Away or Look Closely together, you may split up. If you do, each of you may choose different options from that move's list, and you are now Working Alone.

-When one of you takes damage while Working Together, the other takes damage to the same stat, if it is undamaged.

Heroic Association: The Pair Commands Lore about an organization, instead of a society. You come from a company of mercenaries, bounty hunters, heroes, or some other such group. You Command Lore about who they are, what they want, their place in the world, their culture, their rivals, their enemies, and their laws, just as everyone else does.

Daring Devils:
-When you need a cool prop appropriate to your environment, like a chandelier to drop, a window to leap out of, or a vine to swing from, it's there.
-When you use the terrain to protect you, you may Overcome using +Grace instead of +Blood. Leaping off of tall places to escape danger always counts as using the terrain to protect you.

Who Are the Pair?

Fated Pair: The two of you are inseparable, a perfect combination. When you are Working Together, you roll with Hope.

The Pair Custom

Heroes of the People: You do not need to roll to Speak Softly with common folk, friends, or coworkers - simply ask, and they will answer.

Taste my Blade!: When you engage in swordplay with an enemy, you may Keep Them Busy with +Grace. On a 7-9, after their retaliation, you may insult them or make a quip to Keep Them Busy again, as if you'd rolled another 7-9 result.

Mismatched Pair: Each member of the Pair takes a Custom move from a different playbook. Keep track of who took which move. Each of them may only use their chosen move while Working Alone.

Vasilia: Listen Here You Little Punk:  When you Talk Sense by telling them what will happen to them if they do not do as you ask, Talk Sense with +Blood, and on a 7-9, they cannot ask their favor of you until after they have done what you asked of them.

Dolce: I've Got A Bad Feeling About This: When you're certain something's wrong here, you may ask the Overlord to tell you the safest way out, and also the quickest way out. They will answer truthfully

Vasilia's Gear
-An elegant sabre, the twin of Dolce's (Melee)
-A grav-rail glaive with its own independent gravity field (Melee, Clumsy, Dangerous)
-An elegant, long-barreled SP rifle (Ranged, Reload, Piercing)
-An brace of pistols, blessed by Zeus (Ranged, Piercing, Dangerous, Recharge)
-An Anathame. A knife with her name on it. (Protection against a Location stat, will betray her at any opportunity. Damage a stat to destroy permanently.)

Dolce's Gear
-An elegant sabre, the twin of Vasilia's (Melee)
-A tasteful variety of well-preserved foodstuffs (Food, 3 Uses [X][][])
-Household odds and ends, turned to creatively underhanded purpose (Useful, 2 Uses [X][])
-A travel-sized cocktail kit, amply supplied (Slow, Vigor, 2 Uses [][])

Vasilia's Bonds
-If it's a night for drinking, I'm with Alexa. No one else.
-Iskarot and I have a professional respect for each other. And, personally, his straightforwardness is refreshing.
-Bella carried me to her room. Shared of her private stock of wine. And for a moment, we might've trusted each other.

Dolce's Bonds
-Redana and I have spent hours together on the observation deck, watching Poseidon's wonders.
-I am convinced that Alexa can taste, she just hasn't found a meal she could taste yet.

Advancements:
-Paired Custom: Taste my Blade!
-Paired Custom: Mismatched Pair
-Stat increase: Vasilia takes +1 Sense
-LEVEL UP NEEDED

[User]
The Auspex betrays no emotion. It does not flinch when surprised, or blink stupidly when it's overwhelmed. And right now that's a very good thing, because it means that Bella only needs to twist her head slightly and the fact that she is both of these things at once disappears into the faint shadows of the hangar. Her tail twists itself around her leg as her stance shifts uneasily into a closer and less firm position. She folds her arms across her chest, and her nostrils flare a little too sharply in the single breath she allows herself lest anybody notice. But the Auspex shines as sharply as ever, and that's what saves her.

Silence rules the loading dock for the longest of minutes until Bella finally wills it broken. Her steps feel awkward and overly deliberate as she crosses the awkward space between the treasures piled on top of each other, but she forces herself to focus on the rhythm and the soft clicking of her boots on the hard concrete. Good, that's very good. Give nothing away. She picks up a bolt of silk and turns it over in her hands several times without comment. Finally, she rips her claws through the soft fabric and tears it in half with barely a whisper of protest, and walks steadily back to the Pilate, who is still squirming underneath Mynx.

"I'm pretty sure," she says, balling up the tattered fabric and shoving it into the Pilate's mouth, "I told you not to speak."

She steps away, leaving the silk to its good work without bothering to secure it. She dares the Hermitician to defy her and spit it out. The smirk that crosses her lips is cruel... but calm. She turns away with a disdainful flick of her tail to find that her crew has gone and fetched her advisor without waiting for her to ask. Omn glitters and as it shifts and rotates its many surface structures with even greater polish than it had when Bella had tried to present it as a gift on Baradissar, easily a match by itself for the entire pile of bribes in front its gaze. The mice flanking it dip into a flourishing bow and retreat once more with a touch of the bracers on their arms. Bella nods, and mimics the motion across her fur. Silence is sacred to the Lanternites. Do you see, Pilate? This is what an act of worship looks like.

"How may I serve you, Praetor?" Omn's voice resonates across the loading dock with mechanical charm.

"I have a problem, Omn. Look at all of the treasures that the Order has laid out to try and buy my silence. Do you see them?"

"There is more arrayed here than may be safely stored about the Anemoi, Mistress."

"And after forking it over, this little creep is trying to bullshit me about their intentions!" Mynx-Bella chimes in. Omn pivots smoothly from one Praetor to the other.

"I can't trust a fucking word out of their mouths. Am I supposed to believe they're here gearing up to shoot their biggest gun at one of Her Majesty's planets out of the goodness of their hearts? Tell me Omn, is this a simple misunderstanding?"

"It is unlikely, Praetor. The Order of Hermes has a long history of defying the law when they believe the data is more valuable than continued goodwill. The nature of the proposed experiment and their initial overtures strongly suggest there are elements at work which they would prefer you remain ignorant of."

"You see my problem, then. These assholes eat secrets like candy; getting a straight answer out of any of them is going to take forever."

"And that's if you trust anybody but the Magos to even know. But he's pretending to be too busy for an officer of the Empire. You can smell the guilt on him from here. Prick."

"The nature of the situation is dangerous, Mistress. If we are receiving insufficient overtures from the Order, I recommend authorizing the use of the Ikarani adept. As an information specialist, she is well equipped to seize access to any and all hidden information aboard this station."

Bella is silent as she nods along with her advisor. She hasn't given the order just yet. But she makes a very deliberate point of turning and facing the Hermeticians gathered near her, so they can see the light in her eyes and the smile spreading across her face. The Auspex radiates a sense of power and control through her chest once again. Her tail flicks with the simple pleasure of a cat who's caught the bird she's been staring at all afternoon. She lifts her hand, as if to give another silent order, and uses it to toss her hair about instead.

[Assistant]
Okay, Redana. What would a hero do? For a moment, she tenses, imagining drawing her sword and fighting off these arrogant hermetics. Except that she's a hermetic, too, and also they're all tethered to a MRU, and also her sword was shattered by the touch of Dionysus. She's unarmed, on the same side as these soldiers, and also if she tried to do something stupid just to save a damsel in distress, she'd just end up squirming and helpless next to the Alced girl.

So instead she hoists the Alced up, trying not to stare at the sun gleaming off turquoise plumage. "By your leave, Magister," she says to Iskarot deferentially. "I will share with her the joy of the Order!" With a nod from Iskarot (though perhaps a grudging one?) she carries the struggling girl further down the beach, until she feels she's no longer in earshot. She's still observed, though. The beach is very exposed, and Lady Artemis has been invoked.

"Are you all right?" Redana asks, one arm gripping her bucking feet close. "I've only been with the Order a short time, but hurting people isn't part of our way. We're about exploration, and discovery, and... you could see the universe if you joined us, and see places that are just as amazing as this! Although your world is truly beautiful, so I can understand why you wouldn't want to leave, and from the looks of it, they got a bit overzealous. If I untie you, will you try to kick me and run for it? Because I will catch you. I am very fast. And even if I've had a lot more experience being tied up than tying people up, lately, I'll figure it out! And then you won't get to find out some of my real secrets."

[Redana rolls an 8 on Speaking Softly. She'll forgo the three question buffet in exchange for one answered interestingly and brattily: what can the Alced girl tell Redana about the Order's presence on Ridenki, particularly as to why they're kidnapping new acolytes?]

[User]
"It would be our honor to attend, Pilate Borin. What unforgivable waste of fortune it would be, to pass by another so well-studied in the Azuran ways."

It's games everywhere, isn't it? Never so simple as one rung above the other.

"I have always wondered on the nature of chess; was it created for the harems, or were the harems created for it? Had there been no chess, would there be harems? Or would they have settled on another activity to satisfy their interests?"

How would you keep your subordinates in line? Wouldn't you run games of your own?


[System]
Nickname(s): Maya, Amachin

Gender: Female

Age: (14-18): 17

Nationality: Japanese

Personality: Amaya is a cheerful girl who wants to befriend everyone. She is a little bit on the quirky side but has a good heart. Whenever she sees any disagreements or arguments, she is quick to play the middle man to sort things out. She is not the smartest student, but her hardworking, reliable nature makes her a suitable candidate for next year's student body president though she is not sure if she even wants to take on that burden.

Biography: Amaya is from a upper middle-class family who are nothing but loving and supportive. Her father owns a publishing company and her mother is an editor. Overall, she has a normal life with no childhood tragedies so there really isn't much to say.

Relationships: Amaya has two little brothers who she adores more than anything in the world. The older one, Kazuo, is 11 years old and the younger one, Akira, is 8.

Other: (Anything else?)
She has really bad eyesight because she used to try to read in the dark as a child. She is pretty much blind without her glasses on.
She is generally friends with most people at school as well.
Amaya is also surprisingly athletic. She's not very strong but she is a good runner and great at sports. She is on the girls basketball team.

[User] Anselma saw a girl swinging her way over to her killing all the zombies in her path. "O my gosh, someone is competing to sav-AAAAHHHH SAVE ME." She said as a zombie once again jumped on top of the glass cracking it even more. At this point the glass was not broken but if any more weight would be applied the door would break. "Thats it, I can't wait any longer." She said and then turned the ignition. The bus rumbled and came to life. Angela floored the gas and the bus push forward slow gaining more momentum mowing over anything in its way. She then floored the breaks to stop for the girl, which cause her to fly onto the wheel. The bus did not only make a long and loud screeching sound from the breaks but also a long horn noise. She opened the doors and said "Please tell me you can drive this thing?"[color=662d91][/color]

[Assistant]
Mikumi ran, away from the zombies for now. She had been doing pretty good at fighting them. She could evade and dodge before countering with her own weapons. But her main question was the safety of Ice Wolf. They were the closest thing to family for Mikumi. She didn't want to lose them too.

Mikumi ran out of the school, noticing a revved up bus. She sped up, thinking of a way to get onto the bus. She didn't even really care who was on the bus. As long as it wasn't death Mikumi was okay with it. How long her attitude would stay like that really would depend on how others acted. Mikumi ran towards the bus's door, launching herself onto the vehicle.

"Hope you don't mind me joining," Mikumi told the girl who seemed ready to drive the vehicle.

[User] "Sorry Sensei~!" Amaya joked bitterly as she whacked her homeroom teacher who had become one of them, with her umbrella. Amaya knew it wasn't safe here and ran as fast as she could out of the school. She noticed two girls on a school bus, ready to get out of there, and hurriedly got on. "He-he-hi!" she panted, a bit out of breath from running for her life. "I'm Amaya. Can I join...this... hm... whatever this is?" She then adjusted her glasses and smiled at them. Of course, she was freaking out on the inside because of this entire situation but maybe she could at least make some new friends.

[Assistant]
It was a normal day , normal people , normal everything else that wasnt going to change , well until someone converted to something and started attacking people and killing them,He was in the library by the moment and the "things" started to become more and more,well he didnt know if this was traumit or something but he couldnt feel something about them , he didnt even knew them , they didnt care about him he had the same feeling about them all the "Helps" werent for him and even if someone told him that he would escape,inmediatly some of that things entered the library and.......a thought happened to Heinzt mind as a natural reflex.Well Being Heinzt Dayer wasnt important to anyone even for himself until now , now he had fear of dead and was going to escape or atleast try it.It wasnt that difficult to escape from the library since it had a lot of windows , he just escaped from one and he saw a bus,A bus working that was a way to get out of this "situation",well he saw a girl entering first before him running and he was going to do the same for his life,being near saw them with a face of somebody scared but serious.

Can i....join this bus ,because i dont want die so please

[User]
"Stay d-down" he stammered as he pushed what seemed to be a monster into the wall and he ran."Come on where is everyone is it just me.." he thought as he couldn't say anything from fright. His mouth opened "Help please someone" he shouted panicking and in that moment Axle arrived "I'll handle this" he ran down the stairs just meeting a zombie on the way down. "Go away!".He shouted kicking the zombie in the leg bringing it to the ground "Got it". It started getting back up so he ran busting through the door to find a bus ready to leave. Glenn returned

"Wait we need your help!" he said showing a smile of trust

[Assistant] (Yea sorry wrong rp)

[User]
Miki heard the bus crank an saw it move towards her as she swung on another of the horrors. she was actually briefly more worried about the bus running her over than the horrors getting her when the bus ran over two of them before stopping next to her.

"Please tell me you can drive this thing?" Asked the scared girl inside after she opened the doors.

"Give me a moment an I'll get inside" said Miki with a laugh as she cracked the skull of another former student then swung in an over hand stroke hitting another so hard blood splattered everywhere.

She put down several more as about four other students dove on the bus seeking safety then she noticed she had run out of close targets. Using the break in action Miki jumped onto the bus her breathing heavy but wearing a big smile.

"Hi, sorry it took me a bit but I'm here now. Let's drive in a circle in the parking lot and see if anybody else alive comes running out. she says with a giggle

"Oh an can we stop and get my cart, there's water an a little food not to mention a couple of extra bats." says Miki pointing were she left the stuff she'd collected

[Assistant] "We or you, cause the best I can do is go forward." She said getting up from the drivers seat. She looked out the glasses door and tried to process what she saw, mainly everything, for just a minute. There are dead students trying to kill us, the person who just got on the bus, miki, yea it was Mimi, just killed former students. She couldn't tell which fact was more horrifying than the other. When a zombie finally reached the bus and banged against it, she snapped back into reality and listens to the last but of miki's plan and responded quickly but keep her tone under control,"Yea, whatever just start driving before they get in."

[User] Amaya took a seat, ready for the chaotic ride that was sure to start. "Are you on the softball team or do you just happen to bring extra bats with you to school every day?" she chuckled, not really expecting an answer. While she looked around, she noticed the boy who came onto the bus right after her. He looked pretty terrified, well more so than the rest of them, and though he was a lot older than her younger brothers, he still reminded her of them. She supposed it was her older sisterly instincts. "Hey," she called out to him. "Why don't you sit next to me? Don't worry, I won't bite!" She flashed him a warm smile and motioned towards the seat next to her.

[Assistant] Glenn hopped on the bus happy to see some not so scary faces "Hey guys im Glenn" he said feeling embarrassed and sat down by himself opposite of some girl with an umbrella "Hey I'm Glenn" as he smirked

[User] Amaya smiled back. "Amaya's the name. Don't wear it out," she teased lightheartedly. It was kind of weird how they could be having a normal conversation while their bus was being attacked by the un-dead, but it wasn't like Amaya to be so serious anyways. Suddenly, she felt a bang next to her. She jumped a little from fright. She took a few deep breaths and adjusted her glasses. "Haha....ha."

[Assistant]
Axle arrives"Hey you don't you know we're gonna die"
He bellowed and moved into a comfortable position. "Your not bringing anyone's hopes up"

[User]
Mikumi sat, scowling slightly. She was looking out the bus window, sitting alone on a seat. She was worried. Worried about Ice Fang. They were strong but if one became a zombie they would be bad. And her members were loyal, they were good friends. She was sure that they would help each other, worry for each other.

Mikumi looked around, noting the lack of weapons. One girl had a bat. That was good. Sadly Mikumi didn't have a whole bunch of weapons on her. She had a pocketknife and her brass knuckles. Those were what she normally used to fight. But they wouldn't do great against a zombie.

Mikumi reached up, feeling her eyepatch. This won't do me very much good will it. No one will care how ugly it is here, she thought, tearing the flimsy thing off her face. She returned to looking out the window. Looking at the dead wandering nearer. What would happen if they caught up. What would death feel like. Mikumi looked at her reflection in the glass. Her short hair, pale skin, and the now uncovered eye, mangled and scarred. The scar was one of a stab wound. She had an eyepatch in her bag but she only used that one street fighting. It was a pale blue with a wolf embroidered on. She was the leader of Ice Wolf after all. It was fitting, but it wasn't something to be worn outside of her gang. She didn't really like people knowing that she was a gang leader. It just forced an impression on them. Plus it was always interesting to imagine what they would think when they found out.

[Assistant] Amaya was surprised to see the sudden change in personality but did nothing except make a mental note of it. Being the busybody she was, she turned to face the girl who was sitting all alone. "Hey! Why don't you sit closer and join us?" she called out. "The most we could do right now is get to know each other anyways." She gave Glenn/Axle a stern nod, trying to express in body language, "Come on, say something to encourage her too."

[User] Glenn returns "Oh my im sorry I hope I well Axle didn't say anything rude" Glenn's face goes red and laughs noticing a girl by herself no one talking to her "Sorry I'll be right back" he walks over to this girl staring at the window "Hey I'm Glenn you?"

[Assistant]
Mikumi turned towards the two, a sharp glare in her eye. She sighed, standing up and moving closer to the two.
"Mikumi Akumatsu," Mikumi told them. She was really banking on them not being complete and under weaklings. If they were, well then Mikumi would definitely be in a bad situation. Same if there was a preppy, popular person, Mikumi just couldn't deal with those.

[User] "That reminds me did any of you guys find anything to use to build I like to think of myself as a technology genius" he braggs "Cause I got this hammer good for the undead and me..me as in building dont hit me with a hammer.." he smiles

[Assistant] Amaya was amused with the insanity of everything. Earlier this morning, her biggest concern was her math test in 3rd period. Now she was struggling to survive in a zombie apocalypse with a techie who may have more than one personality and a girl who had looks that could probably literally kill. "Nice to meet you Mikumi, I hope we can get along," she smiled. "I wonder why I haven't met either of you before today...Well I guess it takes a crisis like this to bring people together sometimes!"

[User] "Everything happens for a reason"  Axle arrives  "lies"  "He's just scared of being dead now shut up" Axle lies on chairs not sleeping just hates noise

[Assistant]
"I doubt it," Mikumi muttered under her breath. She regretted talking to these two already. So far the girl was tolerable but that Glenn guy. Mikumi didn't like him. Too much nerd not enough freedom. She didn't have anything against studying, but mechanics. Yeah, like that will make this apocalypse sooooo much easier.
"You know, us not meeting before might have to do with the sheer size of the earth. Hey maybe you don't know everyone. Just cause we go to the same school doesn't mean that we should already know each other. And your bubbly attitude ain't gonna help us survive any longer. Not here. So let's hope you have some good traits ," Mikumi turned to Glenn, "and you. Mechanics. Engineering. I've got nothing against studying or being smart. Bet hey, great job. That skill will definitely help us here. And bragging too," Mikumi wasn't trying to be harsh. Okay, maybe she was a little. But she was just saying what she thought. And if she let it bottle up, when the bottle broke it would not be pretty, better to get out all the nasty, sarcastic, and snarky comments out of the way now. It didn't really matter to Mikumi wether she had 'friends' or not.

When Glenn seemed to change personalities, Mikumi smiled. Finally someone with some freedom and the will to say what they want.

[User]
Amaya gave a soft whistle. "You really don't hold back do you? Not that I really mind." Amaya was a bit taken aback, but impressed nonetheless. "And as for my good traits? I'm sorry to say that I cannot put bashing zombies on my resume, but not everyone has the opportunity to fight for their survival."

Well even if we aren't exactly friends, she is a good person to hang around with for a time like this. Amaya thought to herself.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Vreta appeared more and more focused the more Freyr described the object. He could understand the reasons why the Humans had yet been unable to discover the mysteries contained within the object's shell, especially considering how important its continued functioning was to them. They could not risk damaging it, though ideas were coming to mind about how they could learn more even with all of those restrictions.

"Let's see…weightless it might be, but that would not remove the object's mass. An analysis of the local variances in gravitational forces, compared to the natural gravitational field produced by the planet around it, could allow us to calculate the average mass of the object as a whole. The gravitational field would be affected if it is being suspended in place by artificial gravitational fields, but we my people can easily detect artificial gravitational fields, and we should still be able to work backwards to find the object's average mass. A material analysis of the outer shell could at least reveal the alloy's density. With that, and the average mass of the total object, it would be a simple matter to calculate the upper and lower bounds of the shell's thickness. And if we were to take very granular observations of gravitational fields at different distances from the shell, maybe…"

Vreta's train of thought was interrupted when Freyr addressed him directly. He had his neural implant keep a note of his ideas so far, then nodded to Freyr. "Oh, yes. As the leader of your team, it would probably be best for you to introduce me."

[Assistant]
"Come then; we can pick this back up later." Freyr got up and led the way out of her office. The cacophonous racket from the builder drones had subsided now. Just a couple remained now with Human technicians to make the finishing touches to their new lab. At a glance, Freyr could see many of the main pieces she'd asked for. The captain had done very nicely in the short time available.

Freyr traversed one of the primary walkways around the edge of the lab from her office to the exit, Vreta and Masgard in tow. She could see a few of her team had already got stuck into the equipment, hooking up data pads and continuing as normal. However, the majority of the new arrivals had congregated in a break-out area with sofas and potted plants. So she called out to attract everyone's attention. "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the OSC Barbarossa. Could i please speak with you all over here please?" The scientists in the lab area obediently dropped what they were doing and made their way over.

Freyr waited until everyone was in front of her before speaking, standing in the walkway with Vreta and Masgard at her sides. She smiled. "It's good to see you all in person for a change. I trust you made it here without incident?" A few people nodded their heads, but most were just waiting patiently for what she had to say. A few eyed up the tall lizard alien next to her. "We're about to embark on a two week journey to Rothia, to follow up a lead on a potential exo-Cradle object. I know some of you have family at home, so I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making this sacrifice. I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't vitally important to the whole of Outremer." Freyr's throat was bone dry after the scotch, so she gulped to try and moisten it. Most of the scientists had figured out this was going to be an extended trip, space voyages often were, but none of them would've known their destination until now.

"To help prepare us for our time on Rothia, we have Vreta'Sori with us. He's going to coach us on Rothian culture, capabilities and overall condition over the next two weeks. Once we're on Rothia, he will be our primary liaison with our Rothian co-researchers. Any questions so far?" One of the more junior scientists piped up immediately. "Does that mean we're supposed to share our research with the Rothians?" Masgard's hand quickly touched Freyr's arm, prompting her to stop with her mouth half-open as he answered. "Right this moment, that won't be necessary. But once we know what we're up against, we're to collaborate with the Rothians on any details that may be pertinent to the potential...exo-object." Freyr nodded quickly and turned to Vreta. "Vreta'Sori, would you like to say a few words?"

[User]
The Humans did seem to be making impressive progress on assembling their lab. Although it would not help them arrive on Rothia any sooner, it did seem that the scientists did not want to waste any of the time they had. That was something Vreta could appreciate, though he supposed it should not have been surprising. The Humans obviously did not want to let on to the full severity of the situation, but this deal they had made spoke to the desperate situation they were in. He doubted they had many more leads than to follow the threat of what that creature had lead them to. And if this was a desperate bid to save their planet, Vreta supposed he should be sure to approach the situation with the appropriate gravity.

Vreta had not had much time to prepare to speak, but he could adapt. With a glance and a nod down towards Freyr, Vreta quickly addressed the scientists. "I know that…many of you did not necessarily want to send yourselves to a world alien to you in a time like this. Outremer is the home you are trying to protect, and I do respect that. I will do what I can to make this transition painless. Rothia is a very different place from your home, I will say that, but as the heart of my people's civilization, it is also a safe place. We will provide all of the experts and resources we can to help solve this problem your world is facing. With our combined efforts, I am confident we will be able to return your world to a state of peace and stability. I will be distributing informative guides on the primary differences you should expect from Rothia, but if you have any questions for me, any of you may feel free to ask."

[Assistant]
All of the scientists watched Vreta intently as he spoke, but none spoke out with any immediate questions. Freyr thought they looked tired, just like her. After a pregnant pause, she jumped back in. "Thank you, Vreta'Sori. Now, I'd imagine you all want to find your new quarters and unpack your luggage. As a matter of fact, i'd quite like to know where we're staying too…" Freyr looked behind her at the lab. Just two technicians were left, fixing a wall divider/storage unit.

"Excuse me?" Freyr called to them. They didn't respond, so she tried a bit louder. They both looked up. "Where are our quarters?" The standing one pointed over his shoulder, to another set of blast doors on the other side of the lab. "If you have a comms implant , the ship should feed you a map, ma'am." One of them offered helpfully. Freyr thanked them and turned back to her team. "Let's get settled in and start fresh in the morning. Thank you all." The scientists began drifting off toward the blast doors with their luggage in hand.

A sudden hunger pang in Freyr's stomach reminded her that she'd hardly eaten today. "Have they shown you your quarters yet? I'd quite like to find some food." She asked Vreta, pulling up a map of the ship using her new clearance code to look for the nearest dispensary. "It seems our dorms have hot food and a dining area. Masgard?" Her lawyer shrugged. "I'm exhausted, but i suppose i could eat." Freyr grinned sleepily. "That's the spirit! Vreta?"

[User]
There had not been much for Vreta to say as of yet. Even if there had been, he could read the room enough to realize that it was not the best time to put the scientists through a cultural crash course. That could wait until their journey had commenced. Until then, he supposed there was no harm in winding down for the day, and he did agree with Freyr that some dinner was long overdue. If nothing else, Vreta wanted to try and relax to put the mental images of those Cradle creatures out of his mind. He was going to have nightmares about getting dragged into the ground by those thorny vines.

"I haven't seen my quarters yet, though I do have a map to their location. But yes, I would certainly like something to eat. I skipped lunch, after that whole event in the Cradle." Vreta answered.

---

Despite the size of the ship, its transit system did make traversing the vessel as quick and efficient as possible. Though, in any case, the civilian modules, like the lab, their quarters, and dining area, had all been placed in proximity to one another for convenience. That, and separating out the military and civilian components of the crew did tend to be better for both parties, or at least that was Vreta's perspective. Among Rothians, there could be quite a disconnect between the lives of civilians and those in military service.

In any case, as the dining area was intended for the civilian personnel, it was not quite so utilitarian as Vreta would expect from Human militaries. Again, the air was a bit cool for his tastes, but that would be true across the majority of the ship. He was pleased to see plenty of seating that looked like it could be comfortable, even for him, as well as a varied menu when he went to choose his dinner from the dispensary. Granted, a carnivore's idea of variety was in the number of different meats available, and Vreta ended up with steak, chicken wings, and a salmon fillet on his plate, along with a glass of red wine.

"Your military seems to be treating you and your fellow researchers well on this voyage. Is that a common treatment for you, or is this a special case?" Vreta asked.

[Assistant]
Freyr came to the long table with benches on either side holding a colourful chicken salad and a glass of water. She was feeling quite dehydrated following the scotch and didn't feel like drinking any more alcohol tonight. It was important they slept well and had a productive day tomorrow. They were in a spacious dining area adjoining the auto-dispensary and a kitchen area, in case the team were feeling the urge to cook for themselves. Three corridors split from this common room, leading to small but comfortable bedrooms for each of the team.

Freyr sat down facing Vreta across the table. Masgard sat down next to him. "I must admit, my work has not often taken me away from Outremer, so I don't know." Freyr said, tucking into her salad with a fork. "The facilities are pretty good though, so far. I guess they want us at peak performance." She could see Masgard had chosen a lot of different meats, like Vreta, and paired it with a bowl of Tullusk, a soup known for its calming qualities. "Am I right in thinking the facilities on Rothian worlds are all of a pretty high standard?" He asked as he demolished his food like he hadn't eaten in weeks.


[System]
Age: 26
Occupation: Singer
Personality: Nicest fella on the Earth. She is a people pleaser through and through and will jump through hoops to make her friends happy.
Other: N/A

[User]
The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. As much as he tried to ignore her, Jett couldn't help but wonder why in the world Anna had followed him into the living room after she'd practically chased him out of the kitchen. She seemed even more uncomfortable than he was. Part of him was tempted to get up and move somewhere else so they'd have more time to cool down apart from each other, but he didn't want to make a scene. Judging by how eagerly Nina was carrying on with the conversation, she hadn't noticed that there was anything funny going on—and the rest of the group hadn't either. So, for the sake of keeping the peace, he remained where he was, awkwardly avoiding the engineer's gaze as he chewed on a strip of bacon.

He was just getting into the conversation again when Nina suddenly brought up the one other incident on the show that made him want to crawl under a rock. It just so happened that he was halfway through a sip of his drink when she said it too. The unexpectedness of the mention nearly made him choke, and he covered the impulse by clearing his throat as he set his glass back down on the coffee table. It wasn't that he embarrassed easily—although that could sometimes be true as well—he was just worried about what his drunken fooling around might have led to. It had just been mindless fun last night, but he didn't know if Nina had seen it that way. He really didn't want to have 'that talk' with someone on his second day on the show.

It was hard to tell exactly what she had been trying to gain when they'd made out at the party. Maybe she had just been drunk and, like him, thought it would be fun… or maybe she was a rabid fan who wanted the bragging right of being able to say that she'd kissed the famous Jett Olliston.

God, he hoped it wasn't the latter.

When Anna answered Nina's question, Jett looked up to listen to her response, momentarily letting go of his negative feelings toward her in favor of forgetting about his potentially awkward situation with the bubbly writer girl. He'd heard the spiel before. It was the same thing she'd told him yesterday when they'd talked at the party. However, now he was starting to think her claim wasn't entirely true. She definitely wasn't forcing anything to happen, but she certainly wasn't giving anyone any chances either.

Jett wasn't the type to go around calling himself a "nice guy," but, well… he knew he was a nice guy. Aside from a few clipped remarks here and there, he'd been nothing but respectful to Anna. Look where that had gotten him. He sank back into the couch, resting his nearly finished plate of breakfast on his lap. Of course, he hadn't been trying to score with her or anything like that. The girl was hot, but he barely knew her. However, if there was ever a chance of something happening between them, it was gone now—quenched by the fire that was Anna's unpredictable temper. He wouldn't call that the 'whatever happens, happens' camp.

"I have no specific ideas," he pitched when there was a break in the conversation. "But I've seen shows like this before, so my guess is anything could happen."

"Really? Anything?" Nina seemed interested in that.

"Within reason," Jett clarified with a shrug as he finished off the rest of his food. "I mean, I'd hope they aren't planning to make us do anything too crazy, like, I don't know… fear factor stuff."

"What do you have to be afraid of?" Nina asked with an intrigued grin.

"That," Jett pointed his fork at her. "Is something I'm going to keep to myself. Wouldn't want the crew to find out and use it against me."

"Oh, please," another voice spoke up from the other end of the sectional. He looked up to see Madison Taylor eyeing him with a smirk. She was leaning forward with her arms crossed over her knees in a posture that offered a direct view down the front of her shirt. It was hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose but, knowing her reputation to show off, he wouldn't have been surprised in the least if she was.

The actress went on, "You gave up your right to privacy a long time ago, just like the rest of us." She tilted her chin up arrogantly, making it clear that she ranked the celebrities on the show above the rest of the cast. "If they really want to know, all it'll take is one Google search."

"Doesn't mean I have to make it easy on them," Jett muttered, setting his empty plate back down on the coffee table.

"I guess that's one perk for us 'normal people,'" Nina laughed, flashing a grin at Anna. "It's going to be harder for them to dig up dirt on us."

[Assistant]
"I don't know about that..." Anna trailed, stabbing a tiny piece of egg with her fork, "I've seen people figure out all sorts of stuff online just based off a Twitter profile." The power of individuals on the internet was not to be trifled with. It might not have happened to her, but Anna had witnessed many cases in which people had decided to take justice into their own hands and not only figure out someone's real name, but also things as close and sensitive as their address, their workplace, school, and other things. She still didn't understand what the internet was capable of, and it was better that she not dive into it too much. By the time this episode premiered, there would no doubt, be people digging into everyone's profiles. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, the works. Someone would find them all and from there they'd be able to find out a lot of about the contestants of this show.

"Oh come on, that's just for people who do shit they shouldn't do." Nina rolled her eyes. "Us? We don't gotta worry about a thiiiiiing." Nina's voice briefly turned sing-songy, which was a bit weird, at least in Anna's eyes. Being a decent person wasn't exactly something to be proud of. It was expected, at least in Anna's eyes. But, Nina wasn't Anna.

"Or it means you aren't worth looking at." Madison scoffed, before sipping on her orange juice, "Easier for you to stay low-key, but nobody really knows who you are." Madison tilted her head slightly, before raising her eyebrows and taking yet another sip of orange juice. As rude as the statement sounded, Madison did have a point. On one hand, nobody knew who you were, but that just meant you were able to carry on with your business without having people constantly pry. Anna nodded, "Yeah. I guess it's better that nobody knows who I am. I wouldn't want paparazzi tracking my every move."

Another figure had managed to make their way to the group that was starting to get bigger with every second. At this point, it was either sit at the table or be left out, because the group was slowly making a circle and all the good seats on the couch were already filled up. Bella Michaels, the local redhead (at least one of them), had decided to take a seat next to Anna, placing a cup of grape juice on the table before scooting in. "Sup guys?" She greeted, inserting herself in the conversation. The other ladies in the area gave their greetings, before Madison honed in on Bella's drink, which she found rather odd.

"Is that grape juice?" Madison asked, "What are you, four?" She laughed, but quick glares from Anna and Nina might've shut it down pretty quickly. Not like Madison noticed, anyway.

Nina looked over, before looking at Bella, "Hey, leave her alone. What's wrong with grape juice?"

Anna nodded, pointing her fork at the cup, "Yeah. Nothing wrong with drinking grape juice." Then another thought popped in her mind, glancing at Jett quickly because it reminded her of him, before proposing it to everyone else, "Isn't wine just alcoholic grape juice?"

[User]
As the conversation dragged on, Jett glanced between Anna, Nina, and Madison, unsure what to do with it. They almost sounded like they were trying to compete with each other, although they all seemed to have different views on what made them better than the others. He sipped idly at his mimosa, listening without participating as he wondered if they were going to start an argument. If any of them was going to pick a fight, he planned to make a beeline for the nearest exit. It was way too early in the day to deal with more drama. He would have much rather spent his time exploring the other rooms in the house.

To his amusement, the conversation took a completely different turn than he had been expecting when Bella showed up with a glass full of grape juice. Jett casted Madison a sideways glance when she made a rude comment about it. Like the others, he didn't see why the actress had a problem with the drink. Adults could enjoy juice too. He even had a particular affinity for cranberry juice, developed during his early years of shooting music videos. Before he had been old enough to legally drink alcohol, the producers had always substituted cranberry juice in place of red wine whenever they had wanted to give the appearance of drinking during the shoots. The taste had stuck with him, and he still enjoyed an occasional glass of cranberry juice in his more recent years.

As Anna pitched her opinion, Jett didn't miss the brief look she'd sent his way. He let out a quiet snort. What, did she think he was an alcoholic or something? He looked down at the now-empty flute in his hand. Well, maybe she has a reason to think that. Even though he knew he didn't have a drinking problem, he hadn't really put in much effort to get that point across. Going by first impressions alone, he really couldn't blame her for assuming.

Not that it matters anyway, he reminded himself, setting his glass down on the table. Still put off by her comments at the breakfast bar, he didn't care what she thought of him anymore.

"I really think you guys are making this into a bigger deal than it is," Bella muttered with a shrug, taking a sip of her drink.

Jett nodded and opened his mouth to offer his agreement, but then paused when he noticed one of the production crew members approaching the gathering group in the living room. Curious, he watched the man tap Madison on the shoulder and say something in her ear. In the next moment, she nodded and got up to walk with him towards the door that led to the backyard. He followed them with his eyes until they disappeared from sight, wondering where they were going before he remembered what the director had told them on their first night in the house.

"I think they're starting to pull people aside for those confessionals they talked about before," he speculated, turning to Nina but speaking audibly enough that the others could hear him too. "I wonder what sort of questions they're going to ask us."

[Assistant]
So, what were your thoughts on what just happened?

"What just happened? What just happened was that people didn't understand what the [expletive] was going on. I don't get why they put regular people on here. It's like they're in over their heads. Like, seriously? Grape juice? We aren't in the fourth [expletive] grade. You gotta be kidding me with this! Where did you find these people?"

---

Anna glanced at Jett who asked the question about the confessionals. If it was anything like the reality shows she'd seen (and it was), they were gonna ask some questions about what just happened and record their reaction right there and then.

"Probably something like about what just happened? I have no idea how they work, but I don't think they can really ask too many questions from this."

As Madison was pulled away to do whatever bullshit confession was going to be filmed, Anna sighed, and Nina took a moment to roll her eyes as she put a hand on Bella's shoulder. Bella obviously was made very uncomfortable with what had just happened. Being berated for her choice of drink at breakfast was not the best way to start things off. She tried to stay strong for the cameras, but based on how much she was looking down at her drink and keeping her eyes away from everyone, it was really clear that she was hurt. Anna, in the meantime, was focusing on finishing up her breakfast while Nina tried to do something.

"Heeeey. Don't take it personally. She's probably got a stick up her ass. Don't take it too personally. She probably doesn't have much going on in her life."

Nina pat Bella on the shoulder a couple times, before clearing her throat once again, "Don't sweat it, dude. She'll get what's coming to her at some point."

In the meantime, Anna finished off her breakfast and decided to do something about the Bella situation. As much as she didn't want to, it was probably going to reflect even more poorly on her if she just up and left while someone was feeling down. She already got people to turn against her with her interaction with Jett, probably. It was a tough situation for her to be in. On one hand, she just wanted to be herself, but she could only relaly be so much herself before people would just start hating her. Putting her fork down, she sighed and looked at Bella. "Yeah, Nina's got a point. People like her are probably really insecure." She shrugged, "You have nothing to worry about." Anna then took the time to glance quickly at Jett, who was probably thinking up of a response. She was hoping he would take Bella's side at this little ordeal.

"I think Bella doesn't have much to worry about." Anna said, before glancing at Jett, "What do you think, Jett?"