[System]
Gender: Non-binary, assumes Gender of current form.
Age: 18
Species: Aufhocker
Room Number: 194
Rooming With: Red
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Inge can change its appearance drastically depending on the desired form, though it does have two human appearance it prefers for everyday use, one for both sexes.
Inge's female human form, standing at 5' 4"
Inge's Male human form, standing at 6' 2"

Personality: Inge is a bit of a trickster, finding enjoyment in things like pranks. These are most often not mean spirited,rather all in good fun. In fact, Inge plays these pranks more often on people it is fond of. Inge is generally good natured, taking a lot to get riled up, though once angered is extremely difficult to calm. Inge is often happy to avoid the conflicts of others, but will remain completely objective with an uncaring demeanor if dragged in. In the romance department, Inge is asexual, pan-romantic. Overall Inge is a kind person, definitely a far cry from its relatives.

Bio: To be developed IC

Power 1: Hydromancy
Power 2: Electromancy
Likes: Spicy food, pranks, exercise, good ol' fashioned sparring
Dislikes: Bitter food, people without a sense of humor, bigots, sunlight, crosses
Family: Inge does not know much of its family, Aufhockers are often solitary creatures. It only knows they would rather tear throats than have fun.
Friends: People were often too fearful of Inge for it to make friends.
Sentimental Attachment:
Weapon: Inge shapeshifts and uses its body as a weapon
Other:

Pet Name: Fáfnir
Pet Age: 4 years
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Lindworm
Pet Apperance: (imagine with two legs slightly back from the head)

Pet Personality: Fáfnir is a troublemaker by nature, having tried to eat small animals alive many times over Inge's time with him (Inge does not allow this if the animal belongs to someone, Fáfnir is mostly fed prepared food, with some wildlife for sport). Towards humans Fáfnir may seem vicious, though he has learned not to attack without Inge's consent. Inge is the only being Fáfnir has shown affection for, usually attempting to avoid physical contact with others. Fáfnir will often be wrapped around Inge or walking next to it.

Pet Power 1: Toxin manipulation
Pet Power 2: Pyromancy

[User]
If you are reading this letter, then congratulations. You've been accepted into the Ordinary Mythical Academy. Please find attached the two maps of the location of the academy, and if you cannot make it to the Academy then please go to the second location. The large field will be our meeting place for all students who cannot fly or reach the academy in any way. There, I, the Headmaster Arkan shall meet you all personally and take up all to the academy myself. I look forward to seeing all the students there. For those who can get to the academy themselves, please head straight to the Grand Hall once you have arrived.

Prince Ali Sekhemi

Sekhemi looked to the lowly peasant that read the letter to him, staring at him with his cold dead eyes. Sure, it wasn't really a peasant but that was what he called all of his royal guards. Nothing but mere tools to be used in his ultimate goal. The man spoke once more as he slowly stood back a little.

"So, Prince Ali Sekhemi, when do you plan on going to the Grand Hall? You can fly, after all."

Sekhemi's fingers twitched repeatedly as he stared at the man in front of him. He didn't say a word, all he did was chuckle a little. Suddenly, the royal guard caught on fire and began to scream and shout while the flames burned him alive. Within a matter of minutes the guard that was there became nothing but ash.

"You lowly, good for nothing peasant. I shall not fly, it is far too much effort for a Pharaoh!"

He clicked his fingers and suddenly a few guards came. They cleared out the dust then the guards picked Sekhemi up and took him outside. They placed him on his throne which was on the elephants back then, with that Sekhemi, Sabertooth and his lowlife peasant guards set off to the meeting point where he would meet this Headmaster.

Rika

Rika slowly walked out of his home and let out a soft sigh. Honestly, he was partially hoping he wouldn't be accepted into the Academy. He was worried that his demon side would attack the other students there. He looked at the map and then looked to the sky. He could hardly believe it, an academy in the sky, it was wonderful. He closed his eyes and suddenly angel wings grew from his back. He checked his suitcase one last time as well as pockets to make sure he had everything. He then checked his right eye, his demon eye. Luckily the bandages were wrapped up tight around it. He didn't want anyone seeing who he really was. He flew up towards the large floating island slowly, making sure to hide himself within the clouds.

Prince Kuro

Kuro smiled and bowed to his messenger once he had finished reading. He was glad that he had been accepted into the Academy. Yoruichi looked to him as her tail swished gently side to side.

"Prince Kuro, you're not supposed to bow. You're a prince after all. The messenger it meant to bow to you."

Saying that, the messenger bowed back to him. Kuro smiled brightly, and stood up for a moment. He gave a soft nod to Yoruichi in agreement.

"I know, but it's polite Yoruichi."

He gave a small nod to the messenger and with that the fellow neko left. His ears twitched gently and his own tail swished before he began to walk to the exit of the castle. Yoruichi quickly followed behind him. The two walked out of the castle and got into the royal carriage. There, the escort turned to Kuro with a polite smile.

"Where to, Prince Kuro?"

Kuro quickly gave the escort the map to the meeting location and with that he gave a soft nod. Kuro, Yoruichi and their personal escort began to drive off towards the meeting location.

Shela

Shela slowly walked out her house holding a small suitcase as well as her stuffed toy. Drake walked closely beside her, coming up to her waist. The two slowly walked towards the meeting location together. Shela stayed completely quiet however Drake couldn't let the situation pass. He was annoyed greatly that Shela brought the stupid stuffed toy with her, of all things.

"Seriously Shela? You're taking the stupid stuff toy with you? I know I say it a lot, but jeeze, you really are pathetic aren't you? Do you know the reason you've been accepted to this academy? Do you? It's because they feel sorry for you. I mean, c'mon. You got no powers! You are completely useless and pathetic. You will never change."

Shela said nothing, continuing to walk silently. Drake huffed and looked on forward. It would be a long walk, especially with Shela walking slowly like she always did.

Destructos

Destructos read the letter and then clicked his fingers, suddenly the letter turned to ashes. He let out a large yawn before spreading out his demon like wings. He grabbed his axe spear gun and then flew out of the volcano. Then, at a rapid speed Destructos sped off towards the floating island. He wanted to get their quick so he could relax once more. Plus it would give him chance to see everyone arriving and allow him time to study his enemies.

Miarikia

Miarikia Read the letter quickly and then gave a gentle nod to herself. She clicked her fingers and like magic, she was in the Grand Hall with Flash by her side. She looked around for a moment before giving a few nods in approval.

"It's so useful knowing magic. I'm never going to be late for class."

Flash stared at her blankly for a moment. He had to admit, he was a little insulted with what she had just said. Sure, he knew she didn't mean it, but it was how it came across.

"Miarikia, even if you didn't have magic, you still wouldn't be late for class. Dude, you have the Flash by your side!"

Miarikia nodded to him approvingly. That was very much true. She yawned and laid back with her eyes closed. For now, all she could do was wait until the others arrived.

Wolf

Wolf was already on his way to the meeting place. Sure, he could teleport but he figured a lot of people would be going to the meeting place to, one meet the Headmaster now and have him personally take them up to the Academy. He was in his true werewolf form, running on all fours at full speed with his sword on his back. He ran quickly and jumped off the mountain then when he landed he began to run once more. With his current speed, he would get there in no time at all.

Red

Red had read the letter and was on her way to the meeting place. Her large paper snake carried her their while she sat on it's back. Serpent also sat on the paper snake, saving him from tiring himself out for no reason. After all he had to be there with Red at the same time to protect her. So, the three went on ahead, going towards the meeting place on a giant snake. Of course, nobody would realize it was a paper snake. Red made it very realistic, just so she had a friend. Well, Serpent was her friend, but the more the merrier.

[Assistant]
Leval Lamrue

Leval closed the door of his beaten up, old family car, placing the letter with his map on the seat beside him. He looked back at the rest of the his family, gathered on the lawn. There his mother waved him on last tearful goodbye and his father gave him a proud nod, the rest of his large family yelling out their farewells. Leval gave one final wave of his hand, started the car, and headed out onto the road. As he rounded the corner he sniffled slightly and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. Luckily he had plenty of time to get himself composed. The field indicated on his map was only a few hours away by car and it would be easy enough to get there quickly. He took his car up onto the highway and, with a slight wave of his hand, conjured up another rider in the car to sit in the passenger's seat. That done, he moved past the busy single driver lanes and entered into the relatively faster carpool lane to his destination. His eyes kept glancing to his rear view mirror with the packed gifts of his family, gratitude mixed with nervousness coloring his thoughts. 'How on earth did I get accepted into such a place? I didn't even send an application...'

He turned the radio on to one of the countless top 40 stations hoping the usual repetitiveness would help him keep his mind off it. But still doubts plague his mind. What if they had accepted him as a mistake? Or what if he got there and they decided that he wasn't good enough? Would he really be able to keep up with the other students? He had heard stories of some of the beings that attended the schools. Fantasy creatures of all types out of both legend and nightmare resided in its walls. Even the place itself seemed like it must be incredibly powerful. According to the maps he had received the academy resided in the clouds themselves. Leval was at a loss to explain how even that feat was done, let alone how it was kept hidden. These thoughts kept him occupied as the miles dwindled before him. Taking the carpool lane ended up being a wise decisions, he cut almost a full hour off of his estimated travel time before arriving at his destination. He parked at a small lot just off the side of the road.

He gulped slightly, then slapped his hands to both sides of his face. "Okay Leval, you got this. You hear me? You-Can-Do-This!" His attempt at self-cheer-leading surprisingly successful, he exited the car and grabbed his things. He donned the black cloak his mother had given him, feeling its soft weight on his shoulders, proud of his family's symbol emblazoned on the back and second, smaller one over his heat. Bag in one hand, staff in the other he walked towards the field. He was rather early, as no else seemed to have arrived yet. Leval tried not to take that as some kind of dark omen, but decided to make the best of the situation. He pushed his staff down into the soft grass and dirt of the field until it was secure then sat down, resting his back upon it. The sun was out, the sky blue, and the clouds were making interesting shapes. As he sat in a slight doze, content to wait, he idly wondered what the wifi situation would be like in a school in the sky. Cinder and Ash, the butterflies that were always with him flew around him, occasionally fluttering down to nibble at something or other in the flowers.

[User]
Inge eyed the letter over, the messenger who delivered it now walking away. She ran a hand through her black hair as she read it over, and a smile crossed her lips as her eyes ran over the part explaining her acceptance. Once she learned of the location of the school she crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it in her jacket pocket.

"Fáfnir!" Inge called out to her pet lindworm, beckoning him to her. "We need to go boy, time for school."

Fáfnir crawled out from a hole burrowed I the ground, coiling around Inge's feet. He slowly wrapped himself around her upwards, until his legs rested on her shoulders. The clothes she wore opened over her shoulder blades, and the skin revealed began bulging. A slight creaking noise came from her bones as two shot out of her flesh. Muscle formed around the new bone, a joint forming at the tip and sprouting a second long bone. As the new limbs filled out it was obvious Inge was growing wings, which began covering themselves with black feathers to match her hair.

Flexing the new part of her body to warm up the muscles, Inge grinned. A few quick flaps and she was off the ground, lifting herself and Fáfnir into the sky. Once she had elevated far enough, she began flying more horizontally toward her destination, speeding off until she was a spec in the distance.


[System]
HAIR COLOR: N/A
EYE COLOR: N/A
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: No physical form, bad puns.
SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS: N/A

WHO ARE THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? WHAT SORT OF PEOPLE DO THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
Nyte has no family, but enjoys having many friends with people of all kinds. She prefers surrounding herself with kind and loving people, and those who enjoy the beauty of the world just as much as she does.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Nyte formed in the lands of Patriam, a colossal desert littered with iron pillars that originate deep below the surface. She considers no one place home, exploring and discovering new things with every passing day. New landscapes, new people, new knowledge. At the moment, though, she's staying in an unnamed forest outside of Occurro, a city of walking buildings and swirling rivers.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
Nyte spends time away from her metals to avoid people and escape into nature. Anywhere with a beautiful view, even of the sky, will help her calm and relax.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Nyte's biggest fear is attachment in all forms, whether literal or to locations and people emotionally. She has told and will tell nobody, unless she has already given in.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Nyte has many secrets.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
A good joke, a bad joke, a funny face, impersonations, animals, trees, her own imagination, et cetera...

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
Nothing is permanent in Nyte's world, and she has little difficulty parting with most things in her life. Trusted friends are extremely hard for her to part with, however.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
What feet? Do you mean these iron boots? They are quite shiny.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Though not needing food herself, Nyte has worked in many kitchens during her earlier life, and the smell of warm dumplings and soup often comes to her mind first. It always reminds her of the children who ate it.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
Her first time outside of Patriam, when Nyte discovered the color green. The green in the sky, the green in the trees, the green beneath her feet and the green all around her. It remains to this day her favorite color.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
To learn everything that she can, to explore every nook and cranny in the world so that when she has finally succeeded, she may turn around and go back again to see all that has changed.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
Nyte's current set of armor is old and rusted, making it difficult to properly maneuver and looking less and less presentable as time goes on. Spending most of her time in misty forests probably isn't helping. She'd like a new set, or at least a nice shiny pair of gauntlets so she can open doors and hug people!

[User]
Sunny crouched low to watch Laphi's reading for a second time, her arms folded on her knees and a look of wonder on her face. It was still fascinating to see his eyes change, to hear the shift in his voice; it sent a chill down her spine. She wanted very much to reach out and touch the pretty and powerful cards -- but her instinct told her this would be a very bad idea. Maybe sometime she would ask Laphi if she could handle them.

When he was finished, Sunny smiled fondly to see that he was nearly asleep -- that he'd sacrificed so much precious energy even though he was so frightened of the monster before them.

She opened her mouth to thank him -- but instead a few cat-puns dropped unexpectedly from the imposing forest-spirit. Sunny snerked and snorted, a hand over her mouth while she grinned like an idiot. "Apawlogies!" She couldn't help herself, and giggled til her eyes watered.

After a moment, though, she'd composed herself enough to lay a hand on Laphi's shoulder. "We should find us some decent food, too, huh?" The bits and snacks from the tower chest had all gone, and even Sunny knew not to trust the odd local fruits and mushrooms that bloomed on the twisting trees. "Wanna come with me? C'mon." If Laphi would allow it, Sunny would carry him on her back to let him sleep while they moved -- this was no place for a nap.

She tilted her head up to the forest-guardian with a confident smirk. "But the task is to retrieve your new armor! We'll see it through to the end -- I don't like leaving things half-finished." She glanced up at the direction of the sun, found Northeast, and started hiking resolutely through the woods.

She hadn't gone more than a few steps before a small, quiet whispering caught her ear.

Nyte might notice her armor decaying even more, growing more layers of rust as the whispering continued -- an enchantment of age and erosion.

Something flashed within a flowering bush: little reflective buzzing wings, belonging to a little fairy with a hateful expression on his tiny face. Fervently he cast the spell to grow rust on Nyte's armor.

[Assistant]
Laphicet almost gave himself whiplash when both the forest guardian and Sunny made cat puns. If he wasn't so tired, he probably would have started screaming; he doesn't 'meow' unless he gets angry! Instead, the silver haired boy stuck his tongue out at the both of them.
"I-I'm never...helping anyone...ever again." He said half-heartily, too tired to really mean it.

As a familiar hand rested on his shoulder, Laphi turned to face Sunny who was smiling kindly down at him. A the mention of food, the child put a hand on his stomach and nodded slowly.
"Food..." He echoed, sighing quietly at the thought of getting a good meal. He hadn't eaten since last night, so he was pretty hungry.

When given the offer to go with Sunny, the child nodded almost immediately, slowly pulling himself up and letting Sunny pulling him up onto her back. Once situated, Laphi slowly placed his hands on her shoulders and rested his head beside her own. Letting out one more sigh, the boy quieted down and closed his eyes. It would have been hard to tell if he was asleep if it weren't for his ears twitching every now and then.

Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, a faint whispering caught his attention, forcing him to sit up with a cranky look on his face. Was five minutes too much to ask for?

@Jade113

[User]
Nyte rubbed her helmet slowly with her left gauntlet, embarrassed at the accidental cat puns. She couldn't help it, she just looked at his ears and next thing she knew she had started saying puns! A catastrophe!

At the thought, Nyte quietly snickered as well, the tinny tone helping to echo the gentle noise through the silent wilderness. Nyte quieted down with Sunny, then went still upon the tired child's admission. "Oh my, no food...? We must get you filled up, child, so you can grow into a bright young woman."

She nodded, not realizing her mistake whatsoever, and turned once more to Sunny. She ignored the sight of the child getting pulled up onto the vagrant's back, looking to the side. "Thank you, wanderer. It has been some time since I've been asked to give other vagrants quests..."

She held her palm out to allow a small butterfly with brilliant purple designs on its wings to land gently on one of her fingers. "Not since my days of standing still in cities for weeks... They were always so happy, telling their friends how much experience they gained from my tasks..."

Before Nyte could follow the sunny vagrant, the whispering caught her attention, and the immediate acceleration of the rust in her armor caused the butterfly to quietly flutter away. She turned slowly, armor creaking and clanking loudly at the movement, and noticed the small, angry fairy.

"Oh my, are you alright?" She asked the fairy carefully, now resting against her sword. "I haven't upset you, have I? I'm fairy sure, er, fairly sure I haven't done anything to offend..."

[Assistant]
The fairy yelped at being addressed directly and spun backwards -- but soon he regained his composure and flew directly into Nyte's face (well, her helmet) where he hovered like a very angry sparkly dragonfly.

"You're not going anywhere!" the fairy screeched, doubly determined to rust every joint shut on Nyte's armor. "This is revenge! This is vengeance! Maybe you specifically didn't crush our home, but you can pay for the crimes of your kind! Stand in this spot forever, where you'll be a warning to the rest!"

"There are more guardians?" asked Sunny -- just before a rumbling BOOM thundered through the forest; birds flapped and squawked out of the treetops and a small herd of three-eyed deer leaped past the vagrants away from danger. The trees leaned and rustled. The fairy spooked and cowered within a bush.

Sunny grinned savagely -- the noise came from the northwest.

"That's where we're headed!" she called, and with an eager and reckless leap she bounded off through the brightening woods toward the noise, Laphicet in tow -- but the forest-guardian was now far too slow to follow.

Meanwhile the fairy had reemerged from the flowered bush to glare hatefully at Nyte. "You see, you see!" he spat. "Nothing but destruction! You'll pay! I'll turn you entirely to rust!"

Northwest of that spot, Sunny skidded to a halt when she spotted something big moving between the trees. It loped and leaned as it gamboled awkwardly along, cracking branches and scattering wildlife as it picked shakily along on a dozen skittering, whirring metal legs. Mounted precariously atop the legs was a huge log house with broken eaves and crooked sides, tossing and flopping this way and that as it was carried along.

Lashed to a pole on the front porch of the walking house was a shining full set of armor. It was easy to see how the fairy might have been confused.

The legs lost their balance again and slammed suddenly into a tree; the tree cracked and fell in a whoosh and a thunder of destructive noise.

"Ah! You see that, Laphi?" Sunny called over the clatter. "Armor! We just gotta get up there and get that armor!"

Tendo@Jade113

[User]
Laphicet stared wearily at the tiny fairy as he flew around in an angry buzz. It looked as if the fairy was making the forest guardian atone for for its sins, but shouldn't the forest guardian be loved by all the creatures that reside in it?

Too tired to think rationally about it, Laphi brought his head back down and sighed quietly. He did his job by steering the guardian in the right direction, so now it was Sunny's turn to do her part, right? Well not exactly as a thick rumbling reverberated among forest. The noises of other animals followed by the sight of them caused Laphi to tighten his grip on Sunny; how could she be so calm at a time like this?
"U-Um, Sun-- Whoa!" The child wasn't given a chance to finish what he was saying as said girl bolted off in the direction of the noise. All the boy could do was shut his eyes and hold on for dear life.

And after what felt like an eternity, Sunny skidded to a halt. Still too nervous to open his eyes, he kept them shut and only listened to the noises surrounding them. It definitely sounded like something big...every step caused the ground to shake. Whatever it was was definitely running into the trees and such.

It was Sunny who got the boy to open his eyes, and he was unpleasantly met with what looked like...a spider log house monster? Laphicet wasn't quite sure what he was looking at, but he didn't really want to know. What really caught his attention was the shining dot on the front porch of the log monster. They had to get that armor, huh. This probably meant a lot to Sunny, so, of course, he was going to help out.

"I-I can get us up there." He spoke up as he pulled out the Magician tarot card and held it out for Sunny to see. "We can teleport with this card...I think." He continued. Back at the white tower, his ability to mimic was stunted tremendously, but now that he was farther away from that hellhole, he hopes that his powers might be coming back.

Without waiting for Sunny's response, Laphicet began the incantation.
"A Magician's duty is to help the Fool, be kind to the Fool, and carry the Fool to greatness!" Right as he called the final syllable, the two disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing a multiple meters above the large monster.

Laphicet would have said that he had teleported too far up, but the boy was now limp and motionless, falling down and towards the top of the log monster along with Sunny.

@Jade113

[Assistant]
"Revenge?" The armored vagrant replied in gentle confusion. "Oh my, were there knights that harmed this forest some time ago? I do apologize for their actions..."

A thundering BOOM resonated through the slowly more active forest, causing the already sluggish knight to freeze. "Would that be the issue? I wonder what is causing that..."

Her left arm, wrapped with vines and quickly rusting over, slowly lifted up. "If you could undo this curse, small friend, perhaps I could put a stop to this... Whatever it is..." Finally,though, completely rusted over with her connecting joints locked, she became a statue, or something similar, still able to talk but unable to move. "If you wish to keep this armor here, friend, don't worry. I forgive you, and I'm quite sorry about this mess... I simply wished for some peaceful, beautiful views."


[System]
Username: rush99999
Race/Species: Gnome

Gender: Male

Age: 112

Career/Class: Artificer

Weapons:
* 1 homemade matchlock rifle
* 3 homemade matchlock pistols
* A seemingly infinite supply of ammunition for aforementioned firearms with various enchantments
* 1 large steel monkey wrench

Physical Description:
Hobnob is shorter than the average gnome. He stands as 3 feet rather than 3 and a half. A small magical mishap during his 1st attempt at merging magic and engineering left Hobnob's full head of hair and somewhat bushy eyebrows turquoise. After many a day of inventing rather than shaving, Hobnob possesses a luxurious beard rather than the goatee a gnome usually has. Aforementioned beard is also turquoise. While his eyes are green, you wouldn't be able to tell because he never takes off his goggles. While he isn't what you'd call muscular, all the manual work he does when making inventions keeps him out of the scrawny zone. There is always a sharp pencil behind at least 1 of Hobnob's ears.

Armor:
* Leather armor with a rune based magic resistance enchantment
* Everything else resistant chain mail (No enchantment here. Is't just very sturdy chain mail.)
* Leather gloves with a rune based electricity resistance enchantment, a glyph based heat resistance enchantment, and blade resistance because it's leather.
* Hobnob's goggles are also surprisingly durable.

Equipment/Other
* 1 gnome made smoking pipe
* A seemingly infinite supply of pipe weed
* 1 large tool kit
* 1 canister of blueprint paper
* 1 gnome fishing rod
* 1 small bag of magic seeds that grow into mushrooms large and sturdy enough to sit on in 60 seconds.
* The lenses on Hobnob's goggles have glyph based enchantments that allow him to see in different types of vision. Each type of vision makes the goggles glow a different colour when in use.
None: Ordinary Vision
Green: Night Vision
Orange: Thermal Vision
Blue: Mana Vision (Allows Hobnob to see the magic in the world and beings around him and tell how highly concentrated it is.)
Black: X-Ray Vision
White: Telescopic Vision

Mental Description/Personality:
Hobnob is incredibly eccentric and fixated on inventing things to the point that the aforementioned fixation over-kills the magic addiction that dabbling in the arcane arts usually brings. Hobnob also enjoys pond fishing while sitting on large mushrooms.

Goals:
Step 1: Find money for crazy inventions.
Step 2: Think of and invent crazy inventions.
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit.

Background/History:
* 112 years ago, Hobnob was born in a small town in Cutterstone to an inventor and an enchantress.
* As he grew up, Hobnob took an interest in his parents' work. They were happy to teach, he was quick to learn, and by the time he was 35, Hobnob knew some basic enchantments as well as most of the ins and outs of inventing.
* Soon enough, Hobnob got the idea to combine what he had learned from both of his parents. His invention exploded during the enchanting, but the explosion did nothing worse than turn Hobnob's hair turquoise.
* Many years of studying and research later, Hobnob decided it was time to try again. This time around, he received assistance from 7 other like minded artificers and 2 like minded enchanters.
* Their work bore fruit, and The Obstacle Flattener Mark 1 was born...and exploded 7 days later. Convinced they could get it right the 2nd time around, Hobnob and his crew began work on Mark 2
* At the end of it all, The Obstacle Flattener Mark 2 was fully operational...until it exploded 7 weeks later. Undeterred, Hobnob and his crew began work on Mark 3.
* 7 months went by before the explosion happened. Just as Hobnob and his crew had predicted
* Before work could begin on Mark 4, Hobnob and his crew realised that almost all of their money was almost all gone.
* And so at the age of 111, Hobnob and his crew decided to leave Cutterstone to find odd-jobs and merc-work to fund their inventive endeavours after realising that their work on The Obstacle Flattener had almost emptied their collective coin purses.
* 1 year later their adventures bring them to Starkvale and the beginning of this RP.

[User]
'Very impressive,' Nuva allowed, nodding at the display of invisibility. 'I see you possess the capacity to create, or at least acquire magical artifacts. The Necklace of Regret is not exactly what I'm looking for, however. It's in a similar field, however.' And now, he wondered, how to word the next part of the transaction, so as to not make himself seem... well, he supposed there were humans who reached the sort of height a Skayleigh could. So maybe...

'You see, not many humans reach my particular height and build, which would make such a human quite distinctive if he was trying to avoid notice. That said, I'm sure you can guess that there are not many people with large chunks of metal attached to their arms either, but I'll get to that in a moment. On the other hand, whilst they rarely travel outside their homelands, the average Skayleigh regularly reaches such a size as a result of being half-giant.' No specific allusions to race, if the man listened carefully, but the implication that Nuva was simply a very tall and broad human ought to be taken nonetheless.

'So, what I'd like- perhaps not right now, but at some point in the future- is this: ideally a ring, but most forms of wearable accessory should suffice, that will cast an illusion over me, to disguise me as an average Skayleigh in my entirety, right down to the colour of my eyes.' Subtle coverage of a possible glamour failure there - no Skayleigh had glowing gold or silver eyes, after all.

'If possible, that illusion ought to also disguise my... weapon arm,' Nuva compromised, not willing to specifically claim "disfigurement" as a legitimate description of it. 'Perhaps to simply make the entire thing vanish, as if the arm was cut off at the elbow long ago? Though that might make it somewhat difficult to keep in check, come to think of it... if I could be allowed to see my own arm through the illusion, that'd be quite helpful. And if you have a better suggestion, I'd like to hear it.

'Having said that, I understand such an object might take time to create. I also understand that it might be... somewhat out of my present price range. I can likely gather the appropriate amount in due course, considering my circumstances, but just in case, I'd like to ask what the price bracket for such an item would be.' This would be the dangerous part - he might well just be driven out if he didn't have the funds, and it was hardly his place to argue the point as the would-be customer. And if that was so, he'd probably need to keep looking, and indeed might do so regardless, just in case he found a less pricey option.

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While certainly there was an amount of respect to be given to anyone who'd make an offering to those who are less fortunate… Jackal couldn't help himself in seeing the little girl as either weak, or in having some ulterior motive behind the approach. And he was half tempted on personally running her off if he hadn't restrained himself. Perhaps it was him being at a similar position as the little girl that left him with such a jaded look in his eyes as he saw the interaction, only she did not appear ready to rip someone's throat out. He knew first hand that in any city, a little girl who begs daily would not even last to see this age. Children can be worse than demons.

But those were just off thoughts. A more pressing matter was evaluating the mental states of whom he has to work with. It was both a hobby, and to get an idea of the type of how the people he will work with will behave. And while, he certainly would refrain himself from making an absolute conclusion so early… he could say one thing about the half-and-half.

She's a real piece of work. The type of hard boiled woman who lets age and experience do the talking, though whether that is experience from witnessing or practical application is unknown. She's got a heart… somewhere in that black piss-buck that surrounds eons worth of pure bitchery in the making. And she's definitely got that old grizzled war veteran vibe going on. So she's seen some real fun stuff alright, though she's quick to assume the least from others. 'What happened to you,' is definitely the first personal question Jackal would ask a girl like that. After all, she's acting far more jaded and grim than the criminal who spent a life committing all sorts of morally indisputable atrocities.

Conclusion? Like a walk down memory lane. She's like one of the crews he had to work with for a heist a Rogue Guild ran on one of the palaces. Only in the shape of a half-n-half with the teeth of a viper and the attitude of an ass. At least she knew her stuff… but lacked creative insight.

Jackal chuckled softly after the lady went off on him. He dropped his hands after a shuffle, and out of habit kept them at is front by having one loosely grab the other by the wrist. A strange habit for a thief to keep his hands where others can see them. He looked to her with a big smile.
"Well well~ applying a light coat of oil to the blade is basic maintenance, otherwise the weapon will rot of rust and be worthless as water, humidity, and blood is exposed to the steel." The thief then tapped the long sword strapped to his hip with one hand. The scabbard wasn't a full one, and it definitely wasn't a hard shell. It was more like a leather folded loop with a clasp to quickly release the blade by unfolding and dropping it. Most of the blade is exposed. It was the thief's way of saying 'it's something I needs to do regularly.' He would have also said something about the woman's impractical suggestion for armor… but something else called for his attention.

His gaze then turned to look to the man known as Allard… and couldn't help but to feel impressed. Not only was he a rough looking sod, but he was a wise one at that. Also a man who knew how to ask the right questions. Forge him a new weapon made with a rare metal? Why stop there, give him some new armor to turtle around in because you want a guy like that to stay alive!

Regardless the thief allowed his gaze to turn back to their faithful leader. "Excuse the digression, but if you may humor me. This might seem like a suggestion you'd rather not hear from my character, but do you mind sending me ahead to gather information before your arrival if it we will be awhile? I intend to interview the owner, servants, get descriptions and names of those whom are supposed to be there, background about pissy folks, as well as chart the overall layout… including passages kept away from scrutiny."

The thief then moved a hand to scratch the back of his head, "It might seem like a bit much, but information is very powerful in any situation. A valuable lesson I learned. So, if you do approve… might I suggest a writ to the client? I doubt he'll know who I am as I just arrived today~"

The thief paused for a moment and looked around when he heard a voice. After a second of thought he looked down to see… a gnome no… multiple gnomes. All of them chasing a dog. The man's body fidgeted as his lips pursed. The hand that had scratched his head slowly lowered to point to the group. He was wondering if what he saw was just a case of madness that decided to materialize out of no where.

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"Hobnob?" Kayden asked upon noticing the "What's up buddy?".
"Well there's the sky" Hobnob said in response before giving off a light chuckle. "Not much really" Hobnob said "My crew and I were just trying to chase down our canine counterweight after he made off with an important tool. But I got tired while running, fell behind, and bumped into you lot. So I thought I'd come help you with what you're doing". It was then that Hobnob noticed some new faces. "We've picked up some fresh meat today I take it?" Hobnob asked Kayden.

Hobnob looked back at the new people. They all seemed like they could handle themselves. Which was good considering that they would be going up against. Even if it probably wasn't a vampire, Hobnob was still worried. What if it really was a vampire? Such a being could do all sorts of bad things to people who crossed them. And from the looks of things, it seemed like our heroes of fame and fortune were most likely preparing to cross such a being.


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Age: 27

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 125lbs

Nationality: Bloody American

Description: Danica stands average height with a lean and well-toned build. She has tan skin, ash brown hair that falls below her shoulders with wispy bangs that she usually wears in a ponytail. Her eyes are light green with starbursts of amber through them. Her hands are calloused as are her feet and she has a few scars running over various portions of her body. Her back is covered in a single large tattoo that starts at her lower back and ends over her shoulders. It is of a mountain cliff where a murder of crows is flying off from. It is completely black in color and has the words – Sometimes You Have To Fall before You Can Fly – in script at her right shoulder blade. She tends to wear black yoga pants and fitted sports tops under a grey hoodie with running shoes when not climbing, when climbing she just changes out her shoes.

Biography: Danica is a traveler by trade, working for an outdoor magazine that she writes for. Though she writes to make money she uses the job to pay for various trips around the world to keep her adrenaline junky nature in check. A skilled climber and base jumper she enjoy seeing new places and pushing her limits. She grew up in a small town in the U.S. and started fighting at a young age because there really wasn't anything else to do besides that or get drunk and race tractors. Neither of which she had any interest in.

After a few local Martial Arts Tournaments her grand master, a man who had moved from South Korea after the Korea War, saw she had a talent and a tenacity that could be channeled into something better than a brawl with her school mates. Over the next decade she trained every day after school and spent her weekends traveling around the U.S. for National and International Competitions for the W.T.F. and the U.T.A. She did well and even won a spot on the Junior Olympic Team where she won Silver in Forms and Bronze in Fighting as well as a Gold at U.S. Nationals when she reached adult age. She took years to earn her rank in T.K.D., spending time in Seoul South Korea at the Kukkiwon, The World Taekwondo Headquarters, training for a summer as part of an exchange program and earning her first Dan/Poom from them. During her travels for tournaments she met many people from all over the world, spending time with them over long trips and learning their languages and interests.

The one that she fell in love with the most was Rock Climbing. A friend of hers Luis who was from Colorado introduced her to the sport and after an injury during a tournament that prevented her from performing the aerial displays her sport was known for with proper technique she flipped from T.K.D. to rock climbing. She still practices T.K.D. in her home studio when she isn't out traveling but when she is on assignment you can find her at the closest cliff working her way up it. After a few years of traveling she got tired of climbing back down and decided to take up base jumping. She felt it was the best way to get down.

Though after years of climbing and jumping she has forced herself to take several first aid classes and wilderness survival lessons since she tends to climb alone or with just a photographer to remote locations. Several close calls and injuries forced to admit she isn't Wonder Woman, so she had to at least learn how to be a make shift Major Houlihan in the field. She has a love for older T.V. Shows and very corny movies, so half of what she says that comes off as witty is probably just a line from something she watched.

Possessions: Basic Rock Climbing Gear in a climbing pack she keeps on her – harnesses, climbing shoes, ropes, carabiners, belay equipment, Black Diamond Camelots and 2 Climbing Hammers(one for rock, one for ice)

Skills: Rock Climbing, Free Climbing, Base Jumping, First Aid, Wilderness Survival, T.K.D. - Speaks: English and Korean & Japanese

Personality: Danica is pretty laid back under normal circumstances but does tend to stress out from time to time. She can be the most caring and compassionate person but she has a typical Type A personality that makes her butt heads with those around her and she rarely keeps her opinion to herself. She is quick to trust

Photographer - Sean McConner

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When her and the dubious manager managed to get outside of the photoshoot she saw just how bad it was… everyone; females, males, even babies and children were fighting in a unfortunate bid to stay alive; the sounds of the all the helpless and useless screams piercing all over Tokyo… possibly even the whole of Japan itself, the sounds of her heels that she was wearing for the shoot clogging onto the floor as she made it outside attracting the unwanted attention of the very much dead creatures who charged right at her from the sides, but she bit her tongue as her manager pulled her out the way quickly, just as a car stopped with a sudden screech sound, leaving it's black trail of tyre marks on the concrete it drove upon, a guy in a suit head shooting all the 'bad guys' in the heads simultaneously; nodding to get in with her manager they dived into the car, the manager allowing Kazumi to get in first as a gentlemanly gesture.

Upon entering the car Kazumi put her seatbelt on in a panicked state, facepalming herself afterwards as she forgot something… her beloved suitcase, but it was waaay too late now… She had to leave it since she most certainly didn't want to become zombie food, Kazumi sighed softly to herself as she glanced to her saviour; it appeared to be that he worked in some sort of underworld organization and that he seemed to be just as concerned about this just as much as Kazumi herself (and her manager) all she could do was give him her acceptance and to try not to annoy him. 'Cheers!' was all popstar could say as she inhales and exhales in what appears to be a bit of a adrenaline rush 'Much appreciated!'

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Danica looked over at Yukimo and laughed slightly. "If he needs it I have no problem knocking him down like I did Sean," she said in Japanese before looking over towards Sean and shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, I could use a Daryl Dixon right now," she quipped as she looked back over towards Yumiko and smiled. When she saw Zomura leading them out she nodded and followed, Sean keeping close as his eyes darted around nervously. She knew he needed to either toughen up real quick or he was going to end up dead. Or she would saving his ass. Sighing to herself she huffed slightly and blew her bangs out of her face as they made their way out.

 Danica moved along with the group as she looked around at the apocalypse happening around them; hearing the screams and the crashes happening off in the distance. Looking over at Armend she nodded slightly before pushing around him as she flipped her ice hammer over in her hand and sent it flying behind him, it imbedding in the skull of what was once an old woman. Sean let out a scream like a teen girl seeing their favorite pop star. Why she had been there Danica didn't know, maybe she was trying to enjoy the outlaying around the temple before everything happened. Walking over as the body hit the ground she put her foot on the skull and pulled out the ice hammer.

 "Of course, I am from America," she said as she looked over to Armend, picking up on their conversation where she had left off. Sean bent over and threw up the noodles he had eaten earlier in the day as he saw the body on the ground. Danica just rolled her eyes. "Oh please, not as bad as a rotting deer carcass," she said as Sean righted himself and wiped his mouth.

 "Well excuse me for growing up in Dublin and not in the back woods somewhere where you had to shit behind a tree!" Sean snapped.

 "Hey, we had an outhouse!" Danica said with a smirk as she moved back over to Armend and motioned for them to continue on their way.

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Armend nodded in an impressed approval at Danicas swift take down of the zombie. He then brought his mind back to his own question and her answer with a friendly grin. As a "hitman" and his career in battle, he always found it helpful to carry a little extra firepower for the worst case scenarios. On his back, was his HK416, on his hip was his .45 Glock, and now in his hand was a beretta m9. He clicked the safety on and extended it out to Danica. He figured she needed it more than he did at this point, and he wasn't about to be greedy.

 "Fitting, American gun for the American," Armend made light of it. A thought popped in his mind and he quickly unlatched an extra clip from a pouch on his belt, adding it to his gift.

 "Do vith it vhat you vill," he said, "I have plenty of weapon. Comes with thirty round, fifteen in," he thrusted his chin towards the clip, "fifteen out."

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Danica tilted her head to the side as he handed out the gun to her before sliding her rock hammer back into her pack, followed by shaking off the gunk from the zombie off her ice hammer and closing it and sliding it back into place and securing it; then taking the beretta from him and checking the sight and getting a feel for it. Thankfully it didn't feel like other ones she had held before; ones that had been so misused and improperly handled that only a prayer was keeping them together. He had obviously done his job to make sure his weapon was in good working condition. She could respect that.

Being raised where she was meant you learned how to handle a gun whether you wanted to or not. She doubted that there was a single boy or girl where she grew up that didn't at least know the basics. "Thank you," she said as she took the spare clip and put it in her hoodies pocket and zipped it close to secure it. "Okay, that means 30 dead zombies," she said with a smirk. She was trying to stay positive but it was clear that she was nervous. Blowing the hair out of her face she looked over to Sean and sighed, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"You know, before we go any further. If I get bitten, just shoot me. End of story," she said before she continued on. Like hell she would let herself be turned, even if somewhere there was some cure.

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The Car

 Tzu looked over at the two as he turned in his seat. Just as a zombie got flipped over the car and splattered over the pavement... "Poor Kazumi,... What will you do now?.... If whats going on works like it does in the films,... I dont think many will be hearing your voice." He asked. He then smiled. "I have a niece at my estate that enjoys it so maybe you can sing for her." He said. He looked to the manager and the smile left his features. "What will you do now that your paycheck's voice will no longer line your pockets?" He barked. He never liked managers of artists like Kazumi. They were always so greedy that they didnt care what their talent wore or anything. They just cared up the paper they recieved from it. He had every bit of his mind telling him to shove the fat prick out.

 "I stopped to save her mind you.... So it is because of her your in this car." He said reminding him.

The Forest

 Zomura liked that everyone was already bonding... "I know one thing... Next person who has a nervous breakdown I am putting them out of our misery... Screamers always attract more zombies in the movies.... They are always the ones who die first." He said that with some mirth. He then reached out pulling Yumiko close. "Well looks like we get to experience a zombie apocalypse together." He said and Yumiko sighed. "Not really exciting.... But at least we are stuck together and not with Mr. pisses himself.." She added.

 The movement took them down the hill side as they descended. It shouldnt take long. They should get to the estate with no problems. "With the people in the city distracting most of the horde we should be safe...." He said even though it sounded pretty horrible the way he put it. Others died so they could live. Fuck was that depressing.

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Armend smiled, "I trust it in your hands then." He continued to walk beside her. He looked down at his boots for a moment before furrowing his brow. As good as silence was, Armend found the worried expressions of his companions worrying in itself. So he decided to try and lighten the mood. His accent was thick and in english it sounded almost comical when he stumbled over a few words, but he decided to give it a go anyways as he started an almost chanting sing song voice to match his marching, "I vas sitting in a temple. I vas minding my own business. I vas listening to a... lovely Hebrew mass. Then these Papus persons plungered and dey throw me in a dungeon and dey shove a red hot poker up my ass. Is that con.. considerate? Iz dat polite? And not a tube of Preperation H in zight! I'm sittin' flickin' chickens and I'm lookin' throught the pickins' and zuddenly thes goyim pull down valls. I didn't even know them and they grabbed my by the stoghum and started playing ping pong with my valls! Ooh, the agony! Ooh, the shame! To make my privates public for a game?"

 He paused, the confused looks he was getting adding a shade of red to his cheeks as he blurted, "Mel Brooks. Verry funny guy."

The Inquisition - Mel Brooks

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Danica nodded and looked over towards Sean at Zomuras words and smirked. Seans eyes got big as he wiped some more of his breakfast off his face and swallowed hard. As Armend started singing Danica has a confused look come over her features, trying to understand what he was singing through his thick accent. After a moment it dawned on her and she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing loudly but it was more than obvious form the red cheeks and the tears streaming down her face that she found the whole thing hilarious.

 "Yes, very funny guy," she said as she lowered her hand and took a few long deep breaths. "The inquisition can be a bitch. Except for the nuns, they were a nice surprise," she said in reference to the scene.

"What are you talking about Danica?" Sean asked as he looked over to the both of them rather confused.

"A great movie you always refused to watch," she hissed.

"Your movie tastes suck."

"Well apparently at least one person in the group would disagree," she said with a smirk. "Thanks for that. I needed the laugh," she said still giggling slightly to Armend.


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(キャサリンベローズ)
Kyasarin Berōzu

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Alias:
Kate, That Bellows Girl, Tinker, Meddler, Sneaker, Wild Eyes, Titan-Shredder.

Species: Human.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: October 27th.
Age: 16-17.
Height: 5' 5"

Relatives/Relationships:
Jonathan Bellows - Biological Father (deceased)
Myra Bellows - Biological Mother (deceased)
Hange Zoë - Biological Aunt (alive)
Grisha Jaeger - Former Doctor (deceased)
Carla Jaeger - Friend; Older (deceased)
Eren Jaeger - Friend; Younger (alive)
Armin Arlert - Friend; Younger (alive)
Mikasa Ackerman - Friend; Younger (alive)

Current Residence: Utopia District in Wall Rose.
Former Residence: Shiganshina District in Wall Maria.
Occupation: Survey Corps Member, Research & Development.
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.

Hair Color: Auburn-Brown.
Eye Color: Violet.

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Personality:
Following a history of abuse, Kate's social development was a slow burn, as her former doctor had noted that she was "in a state of repression; hiding within herself, until it's safe to come out." It was hard for the world to reach the quiet and solitary Kate, who spent much of her time studying and exploring by herself. Eventually, after crossing paths with Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, the true side of Katherine came out, revealing a truly inquisitive, street-smart, and energetic girl behind all her pain and loneliness. Unfortunately, for all her youthful beauty, she is not very feminine. Due to suffering from the degree of early childhood trauma, despite her compassion and selflessness, remnants of Kate have been filled with mental and emotional instability, making her incredibly unpredictable, and prone to feral yet inappropriate outbursts; her own anger can manifest into that of savage aggression. This led for her to be known as 'That Bellows Girl', because of this odd, sometimes concerning, behavior.

Since the Shiganshina invasion, Katherine does not, but really tries to understand the mindset of the monsters that robbed her of her home. Adding to her curious nature, she developed a habit of voicing this wonder aloud, often asking "Why do you do it? Do you even understand? Are you even in there?", as well as began to associate their dazed and uncontrollable behavior with her own mental state. Even after she threw herself into military training, Kate continues to write these personal thoughts into a booklet, of which she treats as an outlet for herself, whilst having to fill it with notes, involving designs, ideas, and theories for mechanical improvements and innovative inventions. The very concept of coming up with new things and improving old ones, serves as her comfort zone and, if anyone needed assistance with such a field, Kate is the first to go to, and the first to step up, as she might have an idea or two. Essentially, Katherine's intellect outpaces her own emotions.

Speaking of which, now that it is been thrown into the sun, it has become rather difficult for Katherine to figure out certain feelings, whether it is her own, or that of someone else. That does not mean she is not without knowledge of people caring for each other but, due to being born in an unstable household, she has little-to-no experience of developing genuine attachments. Beyond her small group of friends, and extraordinarily little family, Kate, to this day, tries to fit in; all-the-while, not even sure what kind of person she would like, although it is possible she may be seeking someone of whom she could confide in, and depend on; someone that can give her a sense of hope and purpose. Nonetheless, she knows that humanity needs a savior, so, to the best of her ability, Katherine gives it her all to support the military, and ensure her kind's survival.

Abilities:
Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding : Even before she started her training, despite her somewhat non-physical stature, Kate's slender but fit body has allowed her in becoming more notably agile, balanced, and fast; whether or not she's on the battlefield, Kate has no trouble getting around with her ODM gear. Due to not possessing great physical strength, she is still working to perfect her blade-wielding skills

Olympic-Level Agility/Martial Arts : Even without her ODM gear, regarding her athletic grace, Kate is naturally flexible, therefore she can perform movements that others can't seem to replicate. This is especially evident in her use of hand-to-hand combat, as she utilizes her agility and reflexes to greatly benefit her lithe stature. She seems to also possess a mastery in parkour, both on and off the battlefield - being able to run, jump, and climb, with great speed.

Genius Intellect : It is possible that Kate's real strength is her clever and innovative mind, as she has quite the knack of coming up with solutions and ideas, when dealing with situations, whether or not, it involves the battlefield. Her personal 'diary' is an outlet for these thoughts, having to be filled with notes on improving machinery, developing new devices, and so forth; her greatest invention being the infamous 'Titan-Shredder', a combat device she herself conceived.

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At first, she didn't know what Sara was apologizing for, so there was a little glance of confusion before she continue and it made sense. Kate's mind worked rather quickly, so naturally she might have these moments of confusion, like she was trying to parse the whole before it was complete. A harmless fault. It came from processing too fast and jumping ahead of everyone else, mentally, before realizing the leap went too far and you have to go back. Anyway...Kate shook her head, letting off a sad smile.

"No, it's fine. The more, the merrier."

The more who thought of her kindly, the better. Myra's eccentric behavior was not easily engaged with. It required patience, and some people would cave on arguments largely because she'd thought so thoroughly on something, almost obsessively, that you didn't have a chance to find any flaws. Or to put it her way: 'If I'd seen any flaws IN my argument, I wouldn't bother to speak it. It had to pass through me first.'. And in a way, that meant that Myra was almost self-regulating. Almost. Still, there was no failing in the love she had for her daughter, and so nobody missed her more.

Now, when Sara asked Kate to lean against her, that led to a definite question of 'Why?'. No one had made a request like that of her, just out of the blue. It was an unexpected thing to ask. The only thing that Kate could think of was that she had a reason, and that it wasn't the light-haired woman's habit to lead people astray. For some reason, the thought of it made Kate feel...anxious. Couldn't really pinpoint why, but after a brief hesitation...she did, and Sara continued, giving her a slew of questions. At first, the Brunette simple wanted to answer them all, one after the other, as bluntly as you can imagine. But this is not what the Lieutenant wanted. She was asking one question...and it was not an easy one.

Who...and what? It wasn't just a straightforward answer, was it? It sounded more like what Sara was trying to say to her was...

"Many people said that I should...but the decision was mine. I can't speak for humanity, though. Only me."

Hopefully, that was an adequate response, because...in some ways...she didn't know humanity from the Titans. Kate felt that...as much as the sleepy giants appeared to be so aimless and vacant...they were purposed, mindful, conscious on some strange level. They may even have been withdrawn like she was, previously. It was because of such a fugue-like state in her past that she began to wonder what the Titans really were. And after learning all that she had about Eren's ability, that line between their two species grew much thinner.

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If she was completely honest with herself, Sara could presume that not many have told Kate the same thing for quite a while. She may not know on the amount of people who may have told her the same thing, but there was a strange instinct telling her that there wasn't much. The solemness that seemed to be resonating from the girl was starting to ignite twinges of sympathy inside the white-haired woman, considering that this was someone, who has been living in pain for most of her life. If she had the right opinion, Sara was starting to believe that all Kate needed, was someone to help her through such hard times, even if she finds herself facing the past, once again.

If she had to, the lieutenant would be willing to put her own presence near Kate, whether if the girl was in need of safeguarding, from either herself or those around her...even as far as go out of her own way, and risk her very life, if she means to do so. Sara remained where she was, even she felt her lay her head against her shoulder, as instructed. Judging by her answer, the white-haired woman turned her head to the side, to look at the brunette, as if to scan her, with gentleness lingering within her bluish-grey eyes.

"Whether if it was humanity that told you, or if it was your gut that drove you, she would still be proud of you, you know? For what you're doing for the benefit of those, your mother wishes to continue protecting. There may not be Myra Bellows anymore, but in my eyes, there is still a Bellows, who could possibly keep her legacy going."

The albino-toned woman paused in her explanation, before having to look back up at the sky, and speaking once again.

"I'd suggest trying that; for her, and for the sake of all of us."

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This was unexpectedly nice, like something you wouldn't think feel the way it does, but it becomes an ultimately pleasant experience, regardless. Leaning against Sara like this was calming, focusing. With her largely taking in the other girl's words, it seemed like Kate could put aside all of her personal concerns, effectively fencing them off for a while. Not so much a wall, but the things disturbing her mind - the life she was having to come to terms with - felt farther away and quieter, kept at bay in this newfound peace. Nothing was happening to them, right now. The monsters were at bay, right now. This was simply a moment in time where - and Kate was surprised at how hard it must've been for her to even do this - they could relax.

Because...what DID Katherine Bellows do when things go to hell? What is it that always happens? She gets worked up inside, her mind races faster than a herd of stallions, and then she takes action. And that's what it's been like the past few years, hasn't it? The Titans go on the rampage, so she has been moving and working like hell towards survival, but never stopping for one second to live. Here and now, however, Kate realized that she hadn't had much in the way of human contact in any friendly manner for a long time. She use to enjoy those more innocent times alongside her friends in Shigenshina, her mind closed off from the evils of the world. Now that she was combating it with her brain and her own two hands, she'd stopped being a person and stifled her own growth, but just this moment...sara's words took on new dimensions.

This wasn't merely talk of survival, in living, but of growing as a person and having something TO live for. Even if this was not entirely the direction the Lieutenant had meant here, it took that meaning along with her own in Kate's mind. Sara was reminding her that she was not simply beholden to the life that was her mother's expertise. She was living this life herself and it was hers to lead, though she had much to be proud of for being her mother's child. For Kate, it also became a statement of how to proceed, what to do, what her direction was and how she could expand her horizons, even in this bleak Titan-filled world. It actually made Kate smile, feeling much better about herself.

"It's as much my legacy as hers, but I understand."

Afterwhich, she straightened up, and stood with a stretch. Funny how she seemed to be that fit, like she'd exercised all her life, yet she wasn't the powerhouse that Mikasa was. Must be that brain, always figuring out the easy way. Well, no matter. She looked at Sara now, clearly much calmer now.

"And we can't get to it without a little rest. Tomorrow and everything is gonna be busy. We both have work to do."

She offered Sara a hand up before they headed down. Incredible how she looked in the moonlight...

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Some people rested better than others, and it seemed like Kate had managed, because she was clearly in high spirits when they set out, that day. They were - by horses and wagons - bound for the abandoned castle which had previously been a Scout Regiment base of operations. It would be so again, and had - up until now - been the subject of testing on the most advanced scientific research regarding Titans known to man. This is what Hange Zoe was up to, anyway. That woman's attention to detail, ever since she started observations of all things Titan in the field, had been a large boon to the survival of mankind. Another such boon was riding in a wagon with Commander Levi watching him for signs of being a monster, but we know that Eren is about as anti-monster as you can get. An additional boon was on a wagon of its own. And we're not referring to Kate's presence there. We mean that she was sitting with the tarp-concealed new weapon, the one that seemed to involve gunpowder, but isn't a cannon. In their quest to take on Titans, they had the cutter blades, the ODM Gears, the high-tension wires, the heavy-piercing spears, and indeed the cannons. This was something long, and there was evidence of a pointy bit, but the way things were stored and wrapped up...it was hardly normal.

They would be upon the castle soon. Kate looked focused, even anxious. Too bad the place was a mess.


[System]
Amelia Anne Shirewood

Character theme song

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Age:
21
Ethnicity:
Caucasian; her family comes from England and has some German and French ancestry
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
123lb
Family:
Lt. Arthur James Shirewood (father; deceased)
Charline Elizabeth Fleur Shirewood (mother; alive)
Heather Antionette Shirewood (younger sister; alive)
Skills:
As all young women settlers are taught, Amelia was taught make of the household arts, like sewing, mending, cooking, cleaning, ect. But she is also a skilled reader and writer, unlike many settlers. She enjoys learning about the plants of the plains and is a rather skilled gatherer, able to tell many helpful wild plants from the poisonous for the most part. Along with that, she also helps tend the vegetable garden, much to the bane of her mother. Skills of a 'lady' were also taught to her, but for the most part it went in one ear and out the other. Listening to such boring and rather useless lesson on how to dress, how to have conversations with each different station of a person in society, and which fork to use at dinner parties is hardly useful in the plains. But try telling that to her mother. At least her sister likes that sort of thing, so Amelia doesn't have to be under that pressure anymore.

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[User]
The sky was a grey colored mist when she woke up that morning. Her sister slept soundly on the other side of the bed, deep sleeper like she was. But Amelia woke up early this morning. She woke up early when she knew that they would be visiting the pond out back. Untying her sun-highlighted brown hair from her sleeping curls, she pulled it all back behind her head and tied it up loosely. Pulling on a powder blue dress and the grey apron she always wore around the farm, she picked up her shoes and snuck out into the narrow hallway.

On the second floor, were everyone slept, there was a small powder room. She passed it by though, considering her mother might wake if she heard Amelia washing her face. Her mother was an educated, newly widowed, society butterfly, as far as women settlers went. Mrs. Shirewood was an upright woman with high standards for her daughters, as well as everyone else around them. She'd have a fit if she saw what Amelia looked like. That fit would be even worse if she knew where her eldest daughter was going.

Slipping down the stairs as quietly as she could manage, Amelia went to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and a piece of bread and cheese to break her fast, eating it in a hurry. Using the kitchen basin she washed her face and hands, before rushing to the pantry and grabbing one of the larger baskets on the floor. Last night she had filled it with less desired pantry foods that her mother normally over looked. It was all good food, just not favored by the social queen of Rolling Hills Township. Shoes and basket in hand, she slipped out into the misty humid morning. Their small whitewashed farm house stood in the middle of a sea of fields.

With her father gone due to small pox, planting season had been managed by all three Shirewood women. With the help of Zachary, their neighbors eldest son, of course. Zachary was two years older than her, three-and-twenty, and still unmarried. Of course Amelia knew the reason he was still unmarried was because he fancied her. But the curly haired blonde with the stream-water blue eyes just did not rile any emotion in her.

In fact she felt quiet unimpressed and dispassionate about his suit. But perhaps this up coming year she would consider him. She wasn't getting any younger, as her mother constantly reminded her. Most of the other settler's daughters had been married off by now and had at least one or two babes. And her sister, Heather, a blossom of beauty in her seven-and-ten years, could not marry until Amelia formally tied the knot.

But as Amelia trudged out into the grey veiled morning, trailing her way through the tough sea of corn stalks, all of those troubles seemed to wash away. She hummed softly, finally breaking into the clearing around the giant oak tree near the small pond. Setting the basket down at the foot of the tree, she brushed off her reddened hands. Everything was peaceful, the morning doves cooing their melancholy melodies while the swooping sparrows twittered about her head.

She went to the edge of the clearing, closest to the tree, where all the wild flowers grew. Still humming softly to herself, Amelia began to pick a small bouquet of the Queen Anne's lace, daisies and iron weed flowers. A rustle behind her made her start and turn around quickly.

[Assistant]
The people of Rolling Hills were quite tolerant of the tribe as long as everyone kept out of everyone's way, so once or twice each turn of the seasons the tribe sent people into town to trade. And since Wild Rose was his little sister and she was sick with the White Man's illness, so Attacking Hawk had been chosen to travel to the settlement of Rolling Hills in hopes of trading for medicine. He had brought a pony to help carry everything, and he would trade the horse as well if that is what it took. Rolling Hills were tolerant but they didn't shy from setting exorbitant prices on some of the goods.

He had left the tribe yesterday morning, and had travelled the entire day through woods that slowly turned into meadows. The closer to Rolling Hills that he came, the more signs there were of the White Settlers. He passed an abandoned wood cabin with the roof caved in, and he found an old camping ground which he made use of that night. The sun wasn't even in the sky when he set off again, but Attacking Hawk wasn't about to waste more time. He would need all the time he had in order to trade with the White Man, and even that was too long.

The sun was over the horison and rising slowly in the sky when he came to a farm he knew was close to the town itself. The tribe called it White House simply because of the colour of the dwelling, and it stood out like a star in the large, vast fields that surrounded it. The man who had owned White House had always been friendly to the tribe and had allowed them to water horses on his land when they passed by. There was a large pond at the edge of the property, and this was where Attacking Hawk led his horses.

His horses heard it first, their ears turning forwards to listen better. Attacking Hawk heard it when the came out of the copice and the giant oak came into view. It was a soft humming, and around the edge of the tree's roots he could just barely see the edge of blue cloth. A white woman. What was she doing here all alone?

For a moment Attacking Hawk hesitated, but then he steered the horses around the pond to the opposite side of the white woman. He slid off his horse, landing softly and with a slight rustle in the grass, and then let the two horses find their own way to the water itself.

On the other side sat the woman in the blue dress, picking flowers and humming. Hopefully she would realise that he was only there to let the animals drink, and that he meant her no harm.

[User]
Amelia pressed a hand to her heart and let out a breathless laugh. "Oh stars on high!" She exclaimed in relief, "I thought you were a cougar or frightening beast!" Her observation skills out in the plains were probably not what they should be. But then again she was close to home. Didn't everyone let down their guard some when they were close to home?

She smiled warmly and set her gather of flowers to the side. Examining the native that had come to water his horse, like many did during the trading season, she wondered just what the tribes fed their men to make them get as tall as this one. He was a sight that would make even a grown man faint. Tall and broad-shouldered, his skin was bronzed by the sun and his eyes were as deep shadows. Long straight hair let to fall about loosely around his shoulders and arms, he was worlds different than any man of Rolling Hills.

While most men were built like stout strong barns, this man had the appearance of both power and agility. Someone who could leap onto a bare-back horse with ease and grace. Grace was most certainly not a word she would use to describe Zachary... But the difference between the two men was as different as water and fire.

She pushed a stray strand of curling copper hair behind her ear and picked up the rations she had taken from the pantry that morning. With a breezy smile, she patted the basket and gestured to him from across the pond. "You came into town to trade, right? Is there any meat I can barter from you?"

[Assistant]
Most white people would argue that he was a frightening beast, and that he was ten times worse than meeting a cougar. She simply laughed and waved it off. Attacking Hawk didn't move any closer to the water, let alone around the pond. Instead he stood there between his two horses and let them have their fill. He was just about to pick up the reins and move on when the white woman spoke to him again, this time inquiring about trade.

Attacking Hawk turned to look at her. As far as he knew white women usually didn't have anything to do with trading or any sort of business at all, and he wasn't certain exactly how much he could trust her. Nor did he know what she had to give in return, but that was easily rectifiable.

"Medicine. Have white medicine? Trade medicine." He spoke a bit slowly to make sure that he pronounced the words correctly. Roaring Thunder Bird was the expert on the white man's language, not Attacking Hawk.

He prayed to the spirits that the White Man's medicine would help his sister.

[User]
Whether is was because she had been sheltered by her mother or because she had known her father to be friendly towards the Indians, Amelia was friendly with this one. But if she weren't would she really find what she was looking for? The likelihood of this brave having what she was looking for was slim, but you never knew until you tried, right? And it was important to find it.

After her father's death, it had been Amelia who had taken up the trading. She didn't know much of the tribal languages, but she did know some of the sign language. Other than that, she usually assumed the natives who wished to trade would now some English. And usually that assumption was right. Usually. Just like how she knew that the pond was a well traveled watering spot for those who passed through.

He was calm and stoic to her, like most natives around white people. Well, tag was alright. She didn't need friendly conversation from him, just to look at whatever he was going to trade before he got to the trading post. But when he asked if she had any medicine, she got a bit confused.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" She asked from across the pond. Her voice carried on the wind, bouncing off the glass-like water. The air still had the cool grey-blue mist of morning in it. The sky was only lit by the teasing tendril of the rising sun. Once that ball of fire broke over the horizon, the sky would ignite into a burst of warm colors to soak the land in it's golden blush.

[Assistant]
Now how could he explain things properly in a language that he didn't know all that well? It took a moment to sit down on the edge of the water of the pond, letting the two horses wander off to graze nearby, but Attacking Hawk waited for longer as he carefully chose words from his limited repertoire. Only when he was certain that he had chosent he best ones did he actually speak to answer her question.

"Medince for much-" he mimicked coughing. Then he put a hand on his forehead like a mother usually did when checking the temperature. "Hurts much." He tapped his nose. "Full. No air." And finally he touched his throat. "Hurts much, no speak. Long sick. Is White Man sick. Understand?"

He wondered how she could help him out at all. She wasn't an official trader in Rolling Hills, and he didn't see any special medicine with her. The shaman had tried all known cures that he knew to help Wild Rose, and it hadn't worked. This was one of the diseases that the whites had brought with them so they should have the medicine necessary.

"Have white medicine?" Attacking Hawk asked once more.

[User]
Amelia waited patiently for him to speak. She set the basket on her hip, and took in the sight of him. Truthfully she should be anxious, because with the rising sun, her mother would rise as well, and the social queen of their small town did not look kindly on Indians. It wasn't that she hated them, more like she felt very uncomfortable around them and saw them as she saw beggars. A terribly small-mind way of seeing the view, when the nanny that had raised Amelia and Heather had been half-native. But there wasn't much anyone could do to change that woman's point of view on anything. Even her father had hardly any power to sway his wife, when he had been alive.

But that was why she had picked the flowers. Talking to Native American braves before the sun rose was not a decent pass time, no, but picking wild flowers was. And it seemed as though Amelia would have to convince this brave to come back to the house somehow. She had brought food and bread, even a can of peaches, but not medicine.

Though from the sounds of it, his ill kin had Summer's End Sickness, or a 'cold' as many called it now. Something common among the settlers, but apparently not among the natives. The most one could do was keep the sick warm, comfortable and make sure they stayed well fed.

But then again it could also be scarlet fever or smallpox and she just wasn't able to understand. And for these two things there was little even a knowledgeable doctor could do. So perhaps she could give him some small medicine... Something her grandmother used to concoct to help invigorate the body, so it would be stronger to rid itself of illness. The tincture contained a good portion of clear alcohol made from potatoes mixed with elderberries, nettles, fennel, ginger, yellowroot, echinacea, Oregon grape root, holy basil, yarrow, cleavers, mint, rosemary, and sage.

It taste awful, but if taken before the sickness could take firm root in the body, it helped the body grow strong enough to defeat most illness. It wasn't any cure to serious disease, but it was a fighting chance.

Amelia signed to him, asking him if he would wait for a moment. She set her basket down and ran back towards the house. The sun was peeking over the horizon a bit more, birds now starting the exercises for their songs of the day. Slipping into the kitchen's pantry, she grabbed up the dusty jar of tonic and raced right back to where the Indian hopefully waited.

Finding him still there, she held up her prize with a smile. 'This is good medicine,' she signed, 'Wise woman of mother made. Trade with you. Trade for spinning sky wheel.' No that last part was all wrong.

"An engraved compass," she said out loud, eyes warily hopeful, "Do you have an engraved compass? It belonged to my father. It has his name on it."


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

[User]
It looked like the advance of the Arbites and the Astartes was short lived, and it soon turned into a running retreat when the Soritas claimed that an Emperor-bleeding Earth-Shaker cannon was aiming at their position. He didn't outwardly panic, or even inwardly panic. But Herold knew when to back the fuck up and find cover, so he did.

He slipped the shield onto his back and turned to run, Orkish bullets scraping the rockrete and one or two even ricocheted off his shield. Orks weren't the best of shooters however, as most know. Once Adrianne dealt with the big one, a lot of the fight went out of the others as well. It probably kept him from getting a bullet in the legs.

Herold weathered the intense barrage, almost in awe at the power the Imperium and the Emperor could wrought upon its enemies. He'd seen many engines of war, but he supposed he didn't expect the sheer white of the first explosion, and the silence that followed once the barrage was over with.

He said nothing, bolstered by the display of the shredded ground before them. "Good to go." He assured them, his shock maul vibrating to life once more.

[Assistant]
Sooner that she expected and certainly later than she hoped, finally the orks were dealt with. She really hated this Imperium... She missed the freedom of renegade space. The certainty that you choose what to do and not someone else, but this as much as Vala hated it, was her life now. There was no other option beside death and dammit death wasn't an option... yet.

 "Yes..." Vala replied, noting the servo-skulls. She pulled her toolcase that she always kept with herself." Might take a little bit of time though. Give me a few minutes to make the needed alterations. These mechanicus branded stuff were always notoriously annoying to alter. They do love to make things as hard for outsiders to alter as possible." She smiled.

 "Just get me to a safe enough position and grant me maybe six or seven minutes to make the adjustments." Vala stated, eyeing Adrianne's servoskulls with teh very predatory eyes of an engineer that just saw his new toys." Won't take much more than that provided no one drops a shell on me or something." She added with a sarcastic smirk.

 She could work here, but there was the chance the orks would show up before she finishes cuase one never knew how far those greenskins were. Better get to a more secluded position adn work there nearly at the location they will need the servo skulls at.

[User]
"Wasn't that what I suggested in the beginning?"

Adrianne commented with a slight sound of annoyance, still feeling amped up after the last fight and shelling.

And it didn't help that she felt deeply troubled by just the sheer, almost maddening look the party's resident techno-heretic was giving her venerable servo-skulls!

In her mind, she couldn't help but think Vala's free spirit and all-too-loose relationship with Imperial was bound to lead to trouble. Free thinking was the path to heresy! Although Adrianne found herself stopping that train of though before it could ever manifest into words... partly because it would have made herself a hypocrit!

"I guess there's no point complaining."

She thought to herself, before raising one gloved hand in the rain to point at a direction towards the north west.

"There is an abandoned Mechanicum storage house just half a click from here. It's a bit out of the way, but therefore it'll also be our best bet if we want to avoid the greenskins."

[Assistant]
Ansgar kept the volume of fire up as best he could considering he had to take friendly fire into consideration, as it would likely be frowned upon by the Celestian for stray rounds to find targets that they were not intended for. Thankfully, the only person readily in his way was the Arbites, who was advancing on the Ork as both Psyker and Apothecary continued their own attacks. Every time the Ork wasn't hosing the ruined bunker down with heavy amounts of firepower the Krieger was poking out, firing from his Type XIV (Heavy) before ducking back down when return fire grew too voluminous to trust his armor to shrug off. However, it wasn't until he heard that all too familiar sound of incoming artillery fire that he ducked and stayed down, covering the back of his neck just in case as he ducked down as the explosive shells made impact and turned the Ork into little more than a footnote in the after action report.

Once the shells finished landing, the Krieger was back up, sweeping through the smoke and debris with his weapon, looking for any survivors of the blasts. Nothing, though he remained on guard, scanning their surroundings while talk of a plan and further proceedings continued. Apparently the Celestian intended to use the Psyker's original plan to use her servo skulls as spotters for artillery strikes, which the Krieger still did not approve of. From the sounds of the comment, the psyker was irritated with not having gone through with it in the first place. "Long as it is defensible. It is unlikely the Orks will not notice their missing... vehicles." Ansgar hesitated to call the rolling piles of scrap and armor vehicles, but they technically performed in those roles from what he had seen of them thus far.