[System]
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Chase is a fairly tall man, standing at 184 cm and weighing at 89 kg. He has a mop of dirty blonde hair he prefers to keep relatively short. He also has dim, green eyes and a complexion often seen in the British. He has a small, almost unnoticeable scar on his left brow.
Attire: Chase dresses in a uniform: that of a bartender. Straight black pants with a white, collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to halfway his elbows topped by a black vest. A pair of moderately nice shoes, however almost never polished and showing the passage of time at work. He keeps a pair of black, leather gloves in his back pocket.
Arcana: Strength
Weapon: None, he prefers to use his fists.
Personality: Chase is a quiet soul, preferring to keep everything not worth saying to himself. He isn't prone to anger or impulsive action for that matter. Rather, he is patient and passive, qualities his job as a bartender has taught him to hone to please even the rowdiest customer. This isn't to say he won't divulge in violence or force if need for such arises. He has kindly escorted many customers who have found fight within themselves through drink out of his establishment.

A side he rarely divulges to others, however, is his desire to protect. He is prepared to protect those who he loves and cares for, his family and friends, the establishment he works is and is set to inherit, and his way of life to the last. And he would dole out or receive any manner of punishment to realize this desire. Thus, he prefers this way of life, tending to a seedy bar with an even seedier customer base.
Backstory: Born and raised in London, Chase grew up with only his father, his mother having perished in childbirth. His family was not very well-off, his father's only claim to both money and fame being the Archives Pub situated in North Edmonton. Chase practically grew up in the pub, spending many nights doing homework in one of the booths during slower days while on others he worked tables. Whether this was legal or not, he knew not and cared even less. His father had always told him he'd inherit the Archives and that was the only future he seriously considered.

He would go to a culinary school to learn bartending and graduate just as the mysterious occasion known as Dark Hour began. Precisely at the same time each day, time would grind to a halt as patrons were encased in coffins, water ran red and the moon shone eerie, gaslight green. At first he had been frightened, for his father had left for a long business trip around the time this began and he was caring for both house and bar alone. Then he grew upset and finally accepting. Nothing happened during this mysterious, 25th hour of the day. Electricity cut off and clock's hands were still. He could only wait it out each day. Ten years later, the hour disappeared as mysteriously as it began.

A year later, came the P3 Syndrome. Chase didn't think much of it, having no children or friends with children that the mystery disease was affecting. Of course, he would do what he could. He served and listened to the woes of those who came to him, who some did suffer because of it, his customers. And that's what he'd keep on doing.

Persona Name: Heracles
Persona Appearance:
Persona Skills: Cleave, Rakukaja and Tarunda. Heracles resists physical damage, however is weak to ice.
Character Relevance: The greatest hero of all legend, Heracles performed Twelve Labours to regain favour among gods. So too must Chase perform his share of labours within Wonderland.

[User]
Snow Cecil found it easy to multi-task, these days.

With his trusty laptop, he pored over the latest medical reports relating to the P3 Syndrome, as well as mathematical equations relating to high-end physics and treatises on occult theory. What he was doing was unorthodox and unscientific, but he accepted it even as he took steps to hide it from anyone who might pry, even his parents. But that was okay, as said parents, despite their love for him, were distant; they have always been.

"Snow?!" his mother called out from the bottom of the stairwell, "I think it's time to sleep? If you want to, of course." For a brief moment, Snow was tempted to say that he wanted to, but knew that it would be bad for him; lack of sleep might cause his judgement to lapse. So, the boy, already in his pajamas, recorded a few last notes and saved his work. Then, he shut down the laptop, went to his bed, and was out like a light as he lay down.

He snapped into alertness, not the fake sense of alertness one got from a 'false awakening' or 'dream within a dream', but rather true wakefulness, even though by all rights, the boy should be feeling the pull of gravity and the enfolding presence of blankets. Snow smiled as he analyzed the situation, analyzing what the White Rabbit said and not focusing on the two young women talking to it - no, him.

Snow looked at the White Rabbit, and took notes in his mind. The rabbit seems to know the young woman, but gave a plausible alternate explanation for why he was surprised. Nevertheless, he made a small pause before giving said explanation, which points to it being a lie. He also spoke about being surprised at getting an adult. Could he be...no, we need more evidence before getting any conclusions yet.

He walked over towards where the two girls were talking to the rabbit, and cleared his throat. "I'm a child, Mr. White Rabbit. And I know enough about Wonderland to tell you that you've just brought us into a land of weirdness, madness, and danger. I also know my tropes, and they all point towards you taking us here. But what exactly is here? The people around me are real people, distinct. Therefore this is not just a dream."

Snow stared the White Rabbit in the eyes. "My hypothesis is that we are within a shared mind-space, a phenomenon that points to something..." he looked around, embarrassed, "Psychic. Our minds are all linked together and are able to communicate with each other, but why?" Or it could be like the Matrix? Are we actually in a virtual reality?

The boy dismissed those doubts. Any technological explanation was actually more complex than the simple one: That something magical - and not the good kind - was going on. But now he had to remember Alice in Wonderland and its symbolism, and he hadn't read that since he was eight!

A further look towards the rabbit, before Snow absent-mindedly petted it, feeling the soft fur and the skull beneath just like Alice had. He would then turn to the aforementioned Alice, as well as Meredith and say, "Tropes say that warning you all of the imminent danger we face like an hysterical tool would be counter-productive and not raise our guard more. Nevertheless, I still need to tell you all that we are in immediate danger. Now, feel free to not listen to me until actual danger strikes."

He then looked at the various adults who were presumably in the process of getting up, and said again, "Now if you will all excuse me, I will wait behind those larger and physically stronger than me until the Trope-foretold danger comes; as a weak waif, I don't think I can be of any use in a straight combat."

And true to his word, he decided to seek out the largest person who was lying down/getting up/already standing and step behind him, still upright instead of jittery. This person would be Luke LaMotta. However, to further show that the boy wasn't a coward, he also looked for a stick or rock or anything he can use as a weapon.

A most efficient use of his time.

@Windstormugly@Suku@Avant@Etranger@Gummy1295@Duoya@Petulant@Loki Odinson@CronicCrystalis@The Jest

[Assistant]
The Sun - Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis

As the evening rolled by, Cronic was presently sat in a sort of study, a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. Quietly scribbling away, the brown-haired man was simply writing up his notes on the individuals who he'd just finished helping on their way to a better life, though he marked one down with "Weekly contact required to check progress and arrange additional support if necessary."

Once that was done, he then closed the book and stashed the pen away before checking the time.

"Seven hells, it's that late already?" He said to himself, the clock hands saying 11:00 PM. Having a quick stretch and letting out a yawn, Crobalt stood up from his desk and proceeded to his bed room to get washed, changed, and ready for bed, and was asleep half an hour after he'd checked the time in the study. His hair always looked a spiky mess in the morning, but some of his lady friends found it attractive, so he scarcely bothered to fix it.

In the runup to midnight, he was having a simple dream; All the folks he'd helped thus far had come to give him their thanks, and allow him to see how they'd gotten on. He was garbed in his usual attire when he was out and about; His dark blue suit jacket like trenchcoat with matching trousers, a dark grey shirt with a light grey tie, and black, brown soled shoes. All of that pleasant dreaming ended when he got dragged through the glass at Midnight though. The sudden change in scenery had caused him to faceplant the ground though.

"...Well. This was certainly unusual. First time I've had a dream where I get dragged through a glass window after a sudden blackout." Crobalt said as he got up and dusted himself off, gazing around at the people around him... His attention caught soon after by the talking White Rabbit, and listened to all those talking. He then slapped his cheeks to see if that would wake him up, to no avail.

"...Okay... Not sure what's going on here, but I hope it wasn't that cheese sandwich I ate today." Cronic said, walking over to the White Rabbit and the rest of the people around him. Unlike the others, though, he didn't reach down to pet him. Rather, he was simply observing it from a distance.

"So, uh... Anyone have any idea what just happened?"

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Nicola Khumalo

Nicky was having the weirdest dream. She'd had some weird dreams before, but she could usually make sense of them. The one she'd had where she was a fairytale princess floating through the air casting spells on people had come after listening to Taylor Swift's "Today was a Fairytale". She didn't know what she had seen, heard, or did to prompt a dream about a forest with a bunch of random people standing around. Not to mention her attire for this dream was all too typical for her. Why wasn't she wearing something weird and wacky to fit this weird and wacky setting? This seemed like it was going to be a really boring dream.

That turned out to be completely false when Nicky caught sight of the clothed rabbit. That was funny enough at first. Then it talked. Now the dream was really getting bonkers. "Oh my god, that's amazing!" She blurted out as she bounded up to the rabbit, sparing no thought for the others near her and talking aloud. She immediately whipped out her phone to take as many pictures as she could of this spectacle. It was only after reflexively going through the motions that she realised it wasn't even operating. She tried smacking it, turning it back on, anything to get it to respond, but nothing worked. This really was going to be a boring dream. What kindof dream was it if she couldn't even take pictures of a talking rabbit? She inevitably gave up on taking pictures, choosing to sit and wait sullenly for something more interesting to happen.

Jest

[Assistant]
Strength - Chase Rivers

Gentle summer breeze. The sensation of soft dirt and grass beneath him. Chase opened his eyes, the sight of tall grass, trees that reached for the sky, grey clouds. With ease that somewhat surprised him, somewhat jolted him awake, he stood up. Inspecting himself as he dusted the dirt off of his backside, he found himself in his usual work clothes. Instead of the clothes he had gone to sleep in on his day off. He looked around himself, eyes glancing over the others present. Everyone was very distinct, none of them people he knew. In fact, most were teenagers. This felt too vivid, too real to be a dream. He listened to the blond child, obviously the youngest one present, go on his monologue about dangers and tropes. How this was a dream and danger was imminent. He felt like dismissing these claims as the wild imagination of a child, but... something nagged at him at the back of his head. Especially about this not being a dream. It most certainly did not feel like a dream.

Feeling the familiar weight of his pack of cigarettes against his thigh, he fished out his cheap lighter and a single cigarette from the confines of his clothes and lit it. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he looked at the white rabbit. It was surprised to see adults here, meaning... he dreaded the conclusion his mind had come to. The ones who had come here before would have to have been the...

The child victims of P3 Syndrome.

And if they were here, that meant they were now comatose as well. With the sudden addition of over a dozen victims outside of the usual age range the Syndrome struck, London would fall into panic. Adults could now be affected as well. Chaos would ensue.

"Old man... you better find me."


[System]
Age: 34.
Appearance:

Physically speaking, Arthur is not impressive, with a height of 165 centimeters, shorter than his country's standard. Like his peers, who favours dandyism as a fashion trend, Arthur's appearance is considered extravagant, yet unnecessary. He is usually seen wearing a jacket, with seven red horizontal stripes that extend to the edge of the front of the jacket, each crossing through a button. His pants is also slightly decorated with red embellishment, to match with the color of his jacket. His hair was jet black and neat. Arthur also has heterochromia iridum, where his right eye was as dark as night, while the other as blue as sky.

Backstory:

Born a descendant of a once very powerful medieval nobleman, Arthur is expected by many to be inheriting the family's tradition of becoming a governor of a Northern town that he was born and raised in. Yet, Arthur, from the age of 14, already had a different, a bigger vision of his future. Carrying the noble blood in him, Arthur, aside from studying academic subjects, was taught manners, politics and leadership, but Arthur was more interested in industrial economy. He was considered a complete outcast both at home and at school, for he was obsessed with the pursue of knowledge about entrepreneurship , something in which he and his parents often argued against, sometimes leading to serious conflicts. He was considered an exceptional student during his teenage years and was prematurely offered the chance to enroll in some of the most pretigious universities.

Despite having disagreements and relationship-shattering conflicts, Arthur was finally able to convince his father about his future. On one occasion when his father was dealing with a significant economy problem concerning a sudden cancellation of a mining contract, resulting in losses of money. Arthur, who was coincidentally at his father's office and understood the circumstances, asked his father to deal with the situation, which he eventually managed. In the letter his father sent him afterwards, in which Arthur kept with him until today, his father had actually wept with joy as he told his son to find his own "empire" that was big enough for his vision, for this land was too small for him. It was at that moment when his parents decided not to interfere with his son's decisions any longer

When he finally graduated from high school however, Arthur decided not to enter the many universities that sent him offers and scholarships to enroll in, and instead chose to be tutored at home by Aria, a young professor at Harsen University, who is also a friend of his father, known for her brilliance in the economy's philosophy. Arthur enjoyed Aria's tutelages, and, during the process, developed a passion for her work about the relationship between economy and industry. Aria gave him a shortened copy of her book, something which Arthur had always carried with him.

Arthur's education with Aria ended after five years, and he soon established his own company called Artem when he was 25, using the foundation of an old disbanded company. Initially a local mining company, but with Arthur's brilliance in leadership and economy, the realm of his corporation soon expanded to a quarter of his country. The varieties of industries also expanded, with ship-buildings, logistics, automobiles and the most recently, aviations joined the branch of Artem's products.

In just nearly 35 years, Arthur had earned good money and had achieved things that most people couldn't in a lifetime, but that did not satisfy his ambitions. He was still aiming for more and more...

Inventory:

Pocket watch: Contains a picture, taken with his tutor, Professor Aria, who he had come to greatly respect for her inspiration.

Philosophy book: The copy that Aria gave him a few years ago, which he still kept with him inside his jacket.

His father's letter: More like only one line in that letter. The one that has driven him to become who he is today.

Intro/Sample Post:

"You must find an empire big enough for your own vision."

That line. That sentence.

It had already been over a decade since it was first written, and yet Arthur could feel it as brand new as the tip of the pen was just being lifted from the letter. It was the first time his father had actually cried in joy for him, for a man who disregarded his family's traditions to pursue his own ambitions. It was the thing that had driven him to become such a successful young man as he was today, to become someone who had accomplished things that people could not in their lifetime.

He was grateful. Truly grateful. But somehow, he did not feel satisfied yet.

He wanted more.

Arthur folded the letter in four as he put it away in his jacket pocket, as he noticed something strange. He had not seen the area before. Arthur looked out of the window of his car, out to the cold and rainy sky. Through his vague and groggy vision, he barely managed to grasp the name on the metal fence in front of the car.

Revianne Solaire

What is this? How come a mansion exists here? The road can't have ended this early.

There was only one explanation for this: He was lost.

"Geez, I'm gonna be late for the contract signing. Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask these people the direction."

Arthur put on his jacket and exited the car, into the rain. For some reasons, the air around the mansion felt...frighteningly cold. He wondered if it was his imagination or by the rain, but he could feel his interior temperature drop as he knocked on the door, twice. A few moments later, a young, petite woman, with a notable scar on her face, was seen walking out of the door, greeting Arthur.

"Good evening ma'am. I am on my way to the Rasford household. Do you mind if you can show me th-"

It was at that moment that it struck him. Something. Something he could not figure out.

His ears began to ring like hell, like a drill was being operated on it. His head pounded as if a hammer was being brought down on him.

Arthur instinctively clinched his head with his two hands, but it was too late. When he realized it, he was on the muddy ground, and everything he saw was darkness.

Others: N/A

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When the Countess answered the holy-looking man's question with the introduction that she was Countess Rivianne, the assassin's question was also answered. This answer, however, made something very clear: the countess had something in mind for them. This line of thinking would mean that each and every one of the guests were here for some reason or another, and they were apparently having some kind of dinner party. While Alina was not adverse to fine food, anyone would find this particular situation unsettling. The way they were regaining their senses and the countess mentioning their senses, and now regaining them, was even more disturbing. She liked the taste of the waterfowl, but did not enjoy not remembering eating the bird.

After the countess's supposed servant handed out desert, Alina did not touch any of it. While she claimed otherwise, the countess most undoubtedly put something in this food and the desert and a mention of a game. Only a fool would take her up on her offer, and it seemed that the others had the same idea save the detective, who Alina noted when he revealed himself as such. The detective will be a pain to deal with, but for now she will tolerate him. The other woman in the room definitely had the right idea, but something told Alina that they were had. There was an assassin in the room, namely Alina herself, and if the countess was confident in herself to have an assassin inside with none of her weapons touched then there was definitely some plan to deal with all of them. However, the woman suddenly reacted for an unknown reason, knocking over her chair. It was a very strange occurrence that Alina felt she would not get the answer to, nor did she want to anytime soon. The other man seemed to not agree with the game either, expressing a desire to leave.

However, Alina decided that the time for "games" was over. The countess would surely not give them any sort of clear answer judging by how she was acting so far, but she might as well get this over with. Her brother and now herself depended on getting through whatever the countess set up. "You must be very confident to be considering playing 'games' with us. How about we stop playing dinner and you tell us what you want already?" Alina said frankly. Alina leaned forward to the countess, intent on listening instead of eating but keeping an eye on the servant and observing her surroundings for how the countess could have them in her lap. After all, Alina still had to kill both her and her pet servant but now was certainly not the time. Besides, the countess may know something about what happened to her brother.

However, Alina never received her answer for a certain set of events happened that made Alina forget about the question as she heard what sounded like a cat panicking and the sound of the storm getting worse. In fact, the storm seemed to have shaken the building up slightly. That was when the candles were put out and the hall was shrouded in darkness. The sudden thunder made Alina jump out of her seat, though without a source of light she failed to see the countess and her maid gone as well as the rest of the oddities. It did not help that something fell inside the mansion and Alina did not know what it was. Regardless, with a pounding heart and heavy breathing she took out her knife and held it in front of her as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. When nothing came, she hesitantly hid the knife then put her hand on her chest.

"What just happened?!" Alina asked out into the darkness, deeply breathing not caring who answered and hoping someone had a light source.

[Assistant]
Many questions were answered, but even more were now needed to be asked. Simple questions such as what time is it, how long have they been out, how did they even get here, and where was the lord of the mansion. But more pressing questions mainly pertained to this "Game" they've been invited too. Whatever it was, it brought back memories of the sort of "Entertainment" the evil lord from Solaire's corrupt youth participated in. Being hunted down by ravenous dogs, seeing who could survive having the most flesh cut out of their bodies, who could hold the most spiders in one's anus, sick and cruel things. Solaire didn't imagine these games were going to be any more pleasant. But before Solaire could even get a word in, darkness overtook the room.

Though not complete darkness, Solaire could not make out any details in the darkness. Only brief flashes of lightning from outside would illuminate the room, but in those brief moments he noticed that the Countess was gone. Something foul was certainly afoot. Standing to his feet and clutching his Shillelagh tightly, Solaire reached out and took one of the candlesticks on the table. He remained calm, but his voice had an edge of panic to it. He knew that like it or not, they were involved in this strange, deviant game by the Countess. "Does anyone have a lighter or matches? I have a candle here, please follow my voice. And we must stay together, for our own sakes." That crash deeper into the mansion did not escape Solaire's notice, but he had no idea what to expect. Was it simply the storm that had knocked over a display case perhaps, or something much more sinister?

"And no not be panicked... But our host has left us. Somehow. I implore you all, we must cooperate if we wish to escape this devil's game."

[User]
Answers were given, but that did not satisfy Arthur's confusion, as it created even more questions that require proper explanation. There were so many things that just didn't add up. It just didn't make sense. The question how did the young manager got into this manor was still left unanswered, and before he could move his lips to ask, the only source of answer was gone. The deafening roar of thunder blasted his sense of hearing away for a brief second, causing him to nearly jump out of his own chairs. His sight was also lost, as the candles, the only source of light was blown away. For a moment, he was stunned by both incidents happening simultaneously, and when it came online again, both the Countess and the maid who just served them dessert was gone. No traces of them were left, aside from the big red marks on the countess's chair. And for some unknown reasons, the chairs that were unoccupied were placed upside down on the perch. All of them, only a second ago, were on the floor.

'Is this...'

He was conflicted. Both outside and inside.

'...some sort of sorcery?'

The thought crossed his mind, for a very short time before vanishing. That there was something very demonic was going on in this mansion. Human logic could not understand, how in just less than a second, all the chairs moved drastically while the householder and the mansion staff suddenly vanished. His logic could not understand. He hated to admit that sorcery existed in this world, in this new age that he was raised in, but he couldn't help but to resolve to such thoughts to explain what just happened, even if it was only for a brief moment.

His sense of hearing was regained soon after, but the room was in complete darkness for a while after the disappearance. Luckily, a man, who he had introduced earlier as Solaire Astora, wearing some sort of priest looking outfit, lit up the candle for some lightings. By his manner of speech, it appeared that he was either more convinced about these devilries, or he was being sarcastic. But on the while, he was right. It's better to stick with those around him, for a better chance of survival, especially in this mentally strained place.

Arthur had no choice. He stood up and quickly head over to Solaire's place, which was on the other side of the table.


[System]
Pack: Uutar

Gender: Female

Age: 3 years

Personality: Before one gets to know her, she fits the stereotype of the Uutar. She is distrusting, touchy and can easily be made angry. However after another wolf earns her trust, she shows a side that is friendly, generous and playful. She likes to wrestle and show off her strength, and she is very proud of her identity as Uutar.

Appearance: Grizzled pale gray and black fur. Her left ear is half torn off. She has large paws, a short but thick tail and a mane of fur around her neck that makes her appear much larger than she actually is.

Other: The rest of the Uutar are killed by a rockslide.

[User]
Jal had never been more glad to see a pup in his life. He had heard the little rocks tumbling, and for a horrible second he thought the mountain had awakened again. He had whipped his head round, ready to run, when he saw a little bundle of tan fur looking at Kaaili and himself sheepishly.
'Rudder!' He yelped, euphoric. Jalil bounded over to the cub, snuffling and licking him all over in happiness. 'Are you well? Are you hurt? Where were you? Where you in the den?' He prodded Rudder with his nose, not smelling any blood on him, rejoicing in the fact that not all of the Uutar clan were dead. He turned to Kaaili and said, 'Look, Kaaili! Come! Rudder is still alive!'

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Kaaili's ears pricked and she turned her head as fast as a snake's strike. A precious pup had survived! She rushed after Jal as fast as the unstable scree would allow without sliding again. Practically shaking with the relief that one of the litter wasn't dead, she gave Rudder a couple of reassuring licks, her tail giving a couple wags so strong that they made her posterior wiggle. There'd be no easy way to explain to him that his parents and siblings had been crushed, so she decided that it could wait, unless the pup asked.

"Come with us, Rudder. We're not angry at you, but we have to go down the mountain. You've never been below treeline, have you?"

[User] Sasha stayed to the ground her whimpering not stoping she didnt know what to do she was alone and confused about what had happen from what she knew she was all that was left of her pack.. but then a thought crossed her mind what about the other packs. what became of them... she knew the Rretili were sneaky but could they have survived and the Uutar well they were very un trusting but she still was concerned.. they all had pups and elders... maybe some of them survived .. she knew she was closer to the Uutar borders. she looked up toward the mountain top and let out one last loud howl the last one she had in her "Help Please!"

[Assistant]
DeadWood's ears flicked and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the Eirir. Faintly she could hear a desperate howl for help, so desperate it almost sounded broken. It wasn't as faint as the howl she heard earlier, so the only other option was that it was a howl from an Eirir wolf.

DeadWood growled at herself, thinking about what she should do next. "As far as I know my pack is gone, hunters could possibly still be out, but two is better than one I suppose..." She thought to herself, and then chuckled, "Well, if hunters DO find me, I better have someone else for them to pick." DeadWood said to herself and then quickly weaved her way out of the thorn bushes she had hidden in. Once she was safely out she quickly began to sprint across the burnt forest, towards the direction of the Eirir where the desperate howl came from. Ashes kicked up behind her as she ran as fast as she could. She needed to get there quickly, or else she could have quite possibly put herself back into immense danger. Within minutes DeadWood had bolted past the boarder of the burnt forest and darted into the Eirir territory.

DeadWood dodged and weaved around various trees of the territory. After a few minutes of running, she skidded to a halt once she came face-to-face with what used to be the Eirir den. Huffing a bit, DeadWood shouted, "Where are you?!" All she could see were rocks and dust. A few of the large rocks were spattered with blood, but since DeadWood was sinister to begin with, she didn't mind. DeadWood attempted to move a few, they only moved slightly. She growled in annoyance. "Where are you?!" She shouted again and loudly roar-barked a few times to try to alert anyone near-by.

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Rudder was a tad bit confused over Jalil and Kaaili's reactions, something didn't seem right. He didn't dwell on this set of thoughts for long with all of Jalil's questions ringing in his ears, "I'm fine..."

Kaaili's question caused the little cub to squirm a little, "Erm... No..." It was a half-lie, he had once chased a butterfly of evil down there but not beyond. Rudder tried to quickly think of a way out of more possible troubling questions when he heard a faint howl. "Who was that?"

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Sasha herd a growl and yiped out as she tried to move hearing the voice ask were she was her lungs still smoke filled she could barely speak "over here please on the side" she said trying to be as loud as she could.

She twisted her body and tried to grab a nearby rock with her paw and push it out for the other to see. it was a small rock but could be herd and that was enough.

[User] DeadWood turned as she heard a weak voice call out from her left. As she turned she saw a small rock tumble towards her paws. She carefully padded towards the direction the rock tumbled from, as she walked past a few more large rocks she spotted a white female wolf with her leg trapped underneath another large rock. DeadWood paused and glanced inside the den, seeing nothing but fallen rocks and crushed bodies. "You, my dear, are very lucky to be alive at this moment.." DeadWood said, now looking down at the wolf. DeadWood must have looked very grim and intimidating due to the other female's position. DeadWood was already rather tall, but from the other's angle it was possible for her to look even taller. DeadWood's eyes held no sympathy, her body language showed no urgent concern. Her ears perked forward as she looked at the female's trapped leg. Slowly, DeadWood backed up, head held low in concentration. With a loud growl she darted forward and slammed her torso up against the rock, just giving enough force to cause it to budge and roll away. DeadWood took a few steps back to give the wolf some space, "You, what is your name? Were there any others out hunting or scouting? Because if there are, they might be dead too. Hunters attacked my pack, they might still be out there." DeadWood said, sitting down a few steps away from the wolf. "I am DeadWood."

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"Sasha" she spoke softly moveing her back leg a lil it hurt but felt fine otherwise.
"and i dont know i was alseep when i woke up... i busted out of the den but then the rocks they fell.." she looked to the other she was so tall and sleek looking.

"you said something about hunters.."

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Jalil heard the howl, as faint as it was. He turned to Rudder, aware that the pup wasn't to know about the disaster. Jal decided to just come out with it- the faster he told Rudder, (hopefully) the faster the news would heal.
'Up at the den...' He began, carefully. 'Up at the den, there was a great shower of rocks. Sometimes in the old times the mountains used to become angry, and when they were angry they would spit out their teeth at the world below.' The words flowed easier, as the old tales of his mother and grandmother seemed to come unbidden out of his mouth. 'One of these rocks landed on our den, and..it killed everyone inside. We are the only Uutar left..me, you, and our packmate Kaaili.'
'Now we must go behind the treeline, to hunt and, to find out who that howl belongs to.' He looked at Kaaili, hoping he had explained well enough.

[Assistant] Kaaili nodded in approval and closed her eyes to think, hoping that the explanation wouldn't frighten poor little Rudder too much. "We will find food," she agreed, "and we will find out about whoever howled, but we must be careful." She took a couple of pensive steps down the rocky slope and made an effort to keep her ears standing straight in a show of false confidence. "We can't let Rudder out of our sight, so that leaves only one to hunt...unless the howler is worthy of trust." Her hackles raised at the thought of facing a stranger, but she shook the dust out of her fur and continued to lead the way slowly, unsure of herself.

[User]
Rudder stood there stumped, They're... dead? The familiar smell of his pack was evident in the air with a heavy mixture of blood. But... I... I should've been there. I could have saved them! The world around him turned silent, as if his ears turned off to it. He stared blankly at the ground as thoughts of regret crept into his mind. If only I was there. I could have helped. They wouldn't be dead!

The cub's eyes watched as a small rock, displaced from Kaaili's paw, rolled down the scree. Without any real thought, he continued to observe the small rock until it collided against a huge boulder, one that was probably three times his size. He remained transfixed on the boulder for a time, his thoughts turning from regret to realization. I could have... could have... All his dreams, all his imaginary adventures, faded into nothing but black and white images to the smell of blood surrounding him, so potent that he could smell the color of it.

He was kicked in the stomach by the cruel force that is reality; he was only a pup, nothing more. He wasn't a super strong wolf, he wasn't destined for greatness by some wise-owl's words; he was an ordinary pup. The words of his father crept into his mind, "Don't day-dream too much, you will get disappointed eventually." What hurt the most was that he will never, ever hear him say that again. He'll never get to play with his siblings, lay beside mother or show off his skills to his father. That pain sunk deep into him.

He took one final look up the scree at the mountain that he once called home. He had always imagined to leave it for an adventure... but not like this. The young cub then followed closely behind the others; his walk somber, his poster defeated and his spirit broken.

[Assistant]
The trees were still green and full of life, looking the same, like the disaster up the mountain had never happened. There were squirrels up in the branches, and birds clogging up his ears with their whistles. Jalil saw a rabbit dart out from the undergrowth, but he wasn't feeling hungry. His appetite had fled him as soon as the boulders fell.
More than anything, he wished to find the wolf that had howled. The sound seemed to come from the Eirir Hills, which he assumed meant that the Eirir had encountered trouble as well. It could be a lone wolf: they were usually found in the Eirir territory, seeing as the Rretili had little patience for the exiled creatures, and few wolves dared to climb the dangerous scree alone.
He turned to Kaaili. 'I would howl, to see if that wolf would answer, but that would alert any other wolves in the area...and we can't survive an attack with just us, right?' He hoped Kaaili would give him some guidance- he was by no means a leader, and wasn't quite sure of what to do.

[User]
"Let's not howl," decided Kaaili. "Not yet. It's too dangerous." Then again, though, traveling out of the familiar territory of the Uutar was also dangerous, yet here they were. Her tail stuck straight out behind her as she picked her way down the rocky slope and descended under the treeline. Two bluebirds huddled in a nest with their chicks and the sight of that family, whole and together, made Kaaili's heart ache. "Maybe if we reach a place that's easily defendable, like a cliff. I'd rather find them first, though."

She hated to be the one making the decisions. It was so new, and she didn't want to make a mistake and get her only kin killed.


[System]
Theme

Age (Magical Girl): 15

Age (Before Magical Girl): 28

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Male

She is a bit taller than other girls her age but is otherwise fairly unremarkable. Her eyes are dark brown, but seem to glow red in the dark. Her attire mostly consists of dark, conservative clothing that fits the weather.

Her eyes are perpetually crimson red in this form, though they seem to glow brighter when she's especially focused on using her Third Eye.

Specialization:

Time - A master of her original specialization, Silhouette's skill with Time Manipulation is rarely rivaled. Each and every basic technique a mage of her kind would employ is perfected, her precision is remarkable, her mana consumption is, compared to other time mages, minimal, and she is even capable of a form of time manipulation that she herself invented.

 Stasis: A unique form of halting time in which the physical state of something is completely stopped. This makes the subject impossible to alter in any way, although Silhouette is able to choose whether or not the subject can be moved. Utilizing Stasis does not require a continuous supply of mana, but instead needs an "upfront" cost which scales with size. The effect on non living objects is permanent.

Some applications shown so far include:

* Freezing various objects to use as stepping stones to reach the Sky Bastion, which otherwise would have required aid
* Creating an invulnerable barrier out of a thrown table during a fight violent debriefing friendly chat between Silhouette and Veronica
* Utilizing Stasis to change Silhouette's gloves into a passable fake Fist weapon.

Darkness - A combination of natural talent, experience in dealing with the element, tutoring from Veronica, and tireless training has granted her a familiarity with Darkness that would not normally be probable. She is not yet a master, having a noticeable preference for utility over the offensive application of Darkness. Yet, despite this focus and favoritism towards utility, her most unique use of Darkness lends itself almost solely to an offensive mindset.

 "Schatten" - A type of clone constructed out of Silhouette's own shadow, and only her own shadow. Because of this, there can only ever be one at a time. It has three "forms" which dictate how it acts and its capabilities. These forms are "Umbra", "Dusk" and "Penumbra". As they are shadows, they thrive in the dark and are likewise weakened in places without. Schatten are not immune to Time Stop.

* "Umbra" acts as a sort of ghost in the likeness of Sil, in that it can move through her person without any complications whatsoever. It is often used to surprise a foe by launching an attack from an unexpected direction or for parrying.
* "Dusk" is a clone created from Sil's shadow that can move independently. It is capable of following orders so long as they aren't too complicated.
* "Penumbra" is the strongest form of Schatten that is fully sentient. It can be imbued with a personality of Silhouette's choosing, including the 'voice'. Unlike the other Schatten, ones created in this way can easily be passed off as a person, though they are not impossible to see through, particularly by those sensitive to magic.

[User]
@Ariamis

If she had been shown up before, then she was being flexed on now. What was mere teamwork had turned out to be full-blown psychic foresight, or perhaps it was simply that they had always thought their little parlor trick would come in hand one day. Nevertheless, Endsinger's disregard for even her own mighty swing had left her feeling increasingly dejected, but no less fervent in her assault. The nature of Leena's parallel attack sparked a moment of creativity in Dawn's mind, and she jumped at the chance to bring some synergy to the team.

Her sword sliced over the guitar strings, drawing out a heavy chord as it was raised high. Dawn pushed off of one foot into the air with her weapon in a wide tow. A fiery circle spun her twice, quickly bringing the greatsword into a powerful swinging crash; she was aiming right for that space between the extended metal of Leena's braces, coming in from behind the lich's skull.

She aimed to send Endsinger's head right back down into it, like pressing meat through a tube.

[Assistant]
"Well this is gay."

"Like you? Boom! Gottem!"

— Su Fang & Mika Sarraf

@Card Captor@FamishedPants

There was little Su could do in the moment. Her ability to feel emotions had not yet returned to her, but she understood the situation. "The Ascendancy?" In Su's lulled state, she wasn't capable of fast reactions or making decisive choices. In hindsight, she probably wouldn't have used the staff's full power if she knew she was going to be like this afterwards. Or at the very least she would have made the attack more impressive if she was going to use it in the future. "You must want to capture us because we're-" That was when Alexander interjected with his accusation that they were pirates. "I don't think so Alexander. I can't speak for their interest in the other two girls, but I am a dark magical girl. I'm sure they want to kill us for what they are."

Mika had just put out the fire on her ears when Su mentioned their possible death. "Wha?" She ran over to Kai and placed her hands together. "But each of them is a good person! Su's taken care of me ever since I came to Penrose, Sil-how-eat chased off a dragon and a knight that would have hurt me, and Tent-rad hangs around street corners making people happy!"

"You were still just a puppy."

— Tetrad

"Clearly they want me because of my rockin' body." She blinked. "Wait, why do I sound like I swallowed a frog?" Anyone who knew Tetrad knew she was very proud of her body. Particularly her appearance. But there was little to be proud of now. Tetrad eyed her arms, which were skinny and wrinkled like the bark on a tree. Her expression only became more grave when she ran her hands over her face. Tetrad's fingers fell into every new crease on her cheeks, and a glance at her chest revealed that her pride was sagging like a rapper's pants. She still possessed some vitality, as she still had great posture and didn't have any difficulty standing on her own feet. Being magically aged hadn't left her totally powerless. Just as magical girls were stronger than their non-magical counterparts, magical elders were stronger than non-magical elders. That didn't mean that this new form didn't have an adverse effect on her abilities. That didn't mean that Tetrad felt confident fighting her pursuers. Even if she had the wild version of the red buff going, "Oh dear…"

More bothersome than this temporary(?) aging spell was the appearance of the Ascendancy. Not that them showing up was an inconvenience, but that they had the nerve to turn weapons on them so swiftly after bringing down the lich. Tetrad knew her luck was trying to tell her something, but she ignored it.

"I'm certainly not interested in fighting. I feel like the last battle aged me about sixty years. But do I really have to change back? I'm not sure I can survive without my magic to fight the curse." Hopefully answering that would keep the Ascendancy busy long enough to send Sil a message over magicoms. "I'm taking us and a few of them to the overcity. They may be able to shift as well, so make sure to dispatch any hostiles after the shift." The violent approach wasn't Tetrad's style, but if there was something that scared her more than death, it was having her mind probed in a beacon HQ and being subsequently mind wiped. That, and Veronica would never forgive either of them for letting Su fall into Beacon's hands.

Without making any sudden movements, Tetrad slowly moved her hands together to perform "Overcity-Shift-Jutsu." She targeted all the non-ascendancy present, and the triplet that was pointing a halberd at Tetrad*. With any luck, Tetrad would survive her gambit before they attacked her.

*
In the event Overcity Shift doesn't work like that, she'll try to pull in as few ascendancy girls as possible while still teleporting everyone else to the over city.

"That's enough of that."

— Tonya "Mac" Murphy

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai
Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 10 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 11 | MAG: 17 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 6 Gold, 111 Silver, 120 Bronze

The Ascendancy girls would notice Tetrad shift, but it would be too late to do anything about it. Boom, undetectable illusion magic hoooooo!

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S i l h o u e t t e

Though her prior life as a cold-blooded assassin left her with a lot of blood on her hands, Silhouette, as a magical girl, was obviously far stronger than she had ever been before. If she were left alone with nothing but a lust for blood and her abilities, she was sure the humans in Penrose wouldn't put up much of a fight. And why? Because she was a magical girl -- a being who owned power far beyond what a normal person might even suspect was possible. She also had tamer abilities. A part of the passive gift bestowed up all Time-specialized girls was a perfect sense of time. She knew the exact second of the exact day of the exact week of the exact month of the exact year. A normal person would be jealous! It had an extremely obvious perk: being on time, all the time.

So then... why the fuck was she always late?

Penrose had this bad habit of being ground zero for events that could feasibly end life on Earth. Quite often, too. The coliseum, the graveyard, and now this. The only break had been earlier while they were forced into a beach dimension by some weird dolphin thing. But each time something of incredible significance happened, Silhouette found herself arriving on the latter half of it and being denied true involvement. She honestly couldn't tell you how she was able to fervently deny being disappointed all the times this happened to herself.

Her fight with Penny being cut off. The magical steroid rendering her berserk. That magical girl who interrupted her fight with the knight. Having to abandon a fight just to come to this particular area to assist Tetrad. And now, after having done that, her involvement almost seemed pointless. She had minimal interaction with the Lich, and although she nearly landed a decisive blow, she wasn't satisfied. She wouldn't be even if she had done so. She wanted nothing but an entertaining, adrenaline-fueled fight if she was going to engage in combat. The tail-end of a fight was not capable of doing this for her. How disappointing.

Silhouette allowed a heavy sigh to escape her lips, expecting combat as a whole to be over now that the lich was 'redead'. But in the next instant, things began to seem to take an interesting turn. The trio that had assisted in finally killing the lich had now turned glares towards Silhouette and her two allies, and revealed themselves to be of the Ascendancy. "Ah, this could only have a predictable end, couldn't it?" she complained, though her tone betrayed a hint of excitement rather than the listlessness it was probably supposed to come off as. This character lapse was then followed by a dry laugh, once Alex had spoke about them as if they were pirates.

Even with her character faltering, Dalton could not see Silhouette making a lewd joke, despite Alex Setting her up for it. But just know that he wanted to.

"This turn of events would make too much sense if we were guilty of anything other than being 'impure' by their standards. I'm not one who should talk, but as far as moral high ground goes, they're more of an Anakin than an Obi-Wan, if you catch my meaning." Silhouette explained to Alex, casually taking a verbal jab at them as well. The two seconds before they turned on her and the others didn't really foster a strong enough relationship for her to really mind this 'betrayal' as it were, but she had to admit she desired her introduction to the Ascendancy to happen at a much later date. Of course if they were spoiling for a fight, she'd be happy to oblige.

Samantha couldn't jump at such an opportunity, though. The safety of her fellow agent was a bigger priority, and she had the feeling that Veronica wouldn't take too kindly to her letting the others fend for themselves after she sent Sam here. For now, at least, she'd remain passive. She allowed the others to confront the Ascendancy directly.

Though Samantha knew it was in vain, Mika pleaded with the three girls, assuring them that Sam and the others were of good character. Samantha's features noticeably softened at this. How ignorant Mika was, but also so very adorable. Would she be upset if Sil explained that she was far from the kind person Mika was making her out to be? That pseudo-sadistic desire to lightly bully the girl was there, but there were more pressing matters at hand. She turned her focus back to the trio.

Following Mika's protest, Tetrad began to speak. Only something seemed strange. Now glancing towards Tetrad, it became apparent what that was. "At least the spell stopped before you got dementia." she joked, a bit surprised at herself for doing so. Perhaps ignoring it or just not hearing it, Tetrad continued on, addressing the trio of Ascendancy with feigned cooperation. Receiving the message via magicoms, Samantha gave a one-word affirmation.

She almost hoped they would follow.


[System]
Age: 13.
Height: 5'3.
Weight: 120 lb.
Path: Hikari.

Weapon: Studded gauntlets, used for forearm protection and offensive purposes (not always in use).

Appearance:

Personality: Yoshito is the sort of sarcastic, unenthusiastic child that didn't get along with others his age. He enjoys having a good laugh at minor things, which may cause him to come off as easily distracted, but Yoshito maintains a correct focus. Despite him being so young, his intellect is far above what most would regard it to be. He most often has a strong will and moral compass, but also spends perhaps too much time laid back, causing the severity of most situations to bring him little, if not any fear. Overall Yoshito is an independent person that prefers getting most things done on his own, or not at all.

Biography: Growing up even younger than Yoshito is before was very troubled. Not financially, but Yoshito himself was a born a youngling with zero discipline. At school he was neither a bully, nor one picked upon, though his grades were an obvious failure. Only for a short while was it tolerable until both Yoshito's parents figured they couldn't handle a child much longer, especially one of this audacity. At the age of 7, Yoshito had been sent to be raised and trained at a temple of martial artists a few miles outside of his home village. There he obtained new power, and learned techniques that gave him a new mindset, and something more to do. Here he didn't have to be bored by those around him at school, and his foolhardy ways were taken care of. Only recently did Yoshito move to Asheville where he recruited himself, making him something of a "new kid".

Martial Art Style -

1.) Togakure-ryū: A traditional ninpō (Ninjutsu) that focuses on analyzing your opponent through combat in order to gain additional information on said opponents fighting patterns. This knowledge may be used in physical escapes and often evasion techniques in order to counter attack when an opening is exposed.

2.) Ng Ga Kuen/Ng Gar King: A Chinese style of martial arts that incorporates techniques from the five Shaolin animals: the tiger, the dragon, the leopard, the snake and the crane. Ng Ga Kuen brings together a multitude of fighting styles that are used for various situations and scenarios such as speed (Leopard), strength (Tiger), evasion (Snake), equilibrium (Crane), and intellect or the ability to smoothly preform in combat (Dragon). Most techniques are seen utilizing open palm thrusts, parries, and boxing combat.

Magic Abilities -
1.) Photokinetic Combat: The ability to fuse light energy within your body to greatly increase your speed tenfold, which also amplifies hitting power, allowing for much faster attacks, and a much quicker evasion. Yoshito cannot literally move at light speed.

2.) Energy Beam Emission: A beam of pure light and energy usually ejected from the palm of fingertips that can be thinned out for accurate shooting, or widened for large destruction. Not only is the beam used to project damage, but can smite dark energy and absorb life-force to make an opponent feel weaker. Almost predictable if used too often.

3.) Photon Healing: Yoshito may heal himself or others using a photogenic regenerative process. Larger wounds may take longer, and this ability will run out if a light source is not current.

Character Rank: D.
Missions Completed: 0.

[User]
Yaozu Au-Yeung yawned as he gave a satisfying, overhead stretch while walking down the meticulous path that snaked and spiraled around the temples's campus. There was a gentle breeze this morning that made the young martial artist's steps linger that much longer, as he wanted to enjoy the crispness of the air with his walk to his first day of class. Good thing he woke up earlier than usual, as he would have definitely sacrificed a few minutes of class just to bathe in the energizing kiss of the wind. Taking in a deep breathe, Yaozu closed his eyes and enjoyed the rest of the stroll.

Within tranquil minutes, he was in front of the classroom. Sharp eyebrows perked up as he casually peered inside, noticing THE Sin'chi Hajime hovering over the lecturer's desk. Though it didn't quite surprise him, Yao was still met with a flutter of excitement as he straightened his posture and stepped inside the homeroom. Being taught by the legendary martial artist of his time? The boy was glad he was admitted to this temple to hone his skills.

Upon entering, Yaozu noticed that some of his peers had already arrived. He eyed them all warily, icy blue eyes lighting up with intrigue. So these are the fighters that he got grouped up with. With one look, he could tell that these are natural martial artists who are striving for the same thing as he was ; to become one of the top. They all looked strong indeed. Good.

Satisfied with what he's seeing so far, Yaozu flashed his classmates a charming half-smile, before turning and bowing formerly to his instructor. "Yaozu Al-Yeung, student of Class #4. Nice to meet you, sir, and I'm honored that you'd have me as a pupil."

[Assistant]
(Flashback)
"You have terrible hand and eye coordination." a much younger Hajime said.

He was facing an opponent out on the school grounds in the garden area. His opponent was a man with a height of 5'6 who weighed 250 Ibs. The man had a bald head, shirt off, and the bottom half of a gi around his lower body with sandals. He held a long katana in both hands, while Sin'chi stood with his current attire dual-wielding his two katanas. His right hand held his katana backward, the length of the blade stretching past his back, while his left hand held his katana normally, the length of the blade stretching past his chest. Hajime had a much focused look on his eyes, while the man he faced seemed a bit cocky. He was one of the candidates who applied for the headmaster position…and this was their final battle. The victor would definitely become headmaster of Mikado Daigaku.

"You are pretty fast, Hajime-san! But your technique is flawed as well! Heeyah!" the man yelled, running quickly at Hajime.

When he got in close, the man swung his katana diagonally from top left to bottom right toward Sin'chi's chest. Hajime squinted his eyes and spun his body backward. When he landed he saw that the man held his katana downward when he swung. Sin'chi brought his left foot forward and used it as a leverage to kick off of the ground to leap at the man in front of him. When he came close, he brought his right hand around while swinging his body toward his right as well. The backward held katana in his right hand came slashing down toward the man's upper torso; while his body was in spinning momentum, he also prepared to use his left hand which held one katana normally. The left hand came swinging around as well once his right sword brushed past the man's chest slicing him clean. The left sword sliced down the same wound, forcing the man to back ward holding his chest.

When Hajime stopped, his back faced the man. Hajime narrowed his eyes at the ground, hearing the man yell in utter pain.

"Y-you…got m-me…" he said before he collapsed.

Sin'chi heard a loud thud when the man hit the ground. The spectators around them looked in astonishment at Sin'chi's skill and speed. Suddenly another man appeared before Sin'chi.

"You've passed the headmaster test. Congratulations, Hajime-sensei." He said.

Afterwards, everyone in the area bowed in respect to Sin'chi…but he wasn't feeling it all too well. Instead of enjoying that moment, he put his swords back in their sheaths and simply walked away from them all.
(Flashback end)

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[Day 1 - Monday - 9:55 am]

Hajime looked around and saw other faces enter the room. They all looked like they were prepared for class and one of the girls even announced her name…Hitomi Matsumoto. He was proud there were some who were not nervous about introducing themselves. As he gazed upon them all he sensed how much strength they carried. He could sense this by using his energy which is a mandatory skill that all students must learn. Focusing your energy is very important before you graduate from the school. The energy can do many things to your body. It can enhance your speed, allow you to walk and run on walls, water, and it can help you keep focus of your abilities further enhancing their power. When everyone sat down he began speaking.

"Welcome to Mikado Daigaku. I am headmaster, Sin'chi Hajime and it appears that I will be your homeroom instructor for the rest of the year." He said as he reached down to pick up a stack of packets.

"In my hand are packets that are crucial to your arrival here at the school. I will pass the packets out according to the names." He said.

He went down each row of desks handing them their packets.

"These packets offer information about the school as well as your dormitories in where you will be staying."
(To keep our cast close together, we will reside in the co-ed building of the dorms.)

"Now that is finished. I want to ask you all something and I want some volunteers to raise their hand. How efficient are you in honing your energy?" he asked and waited.

[User]
Just as Amy was about to offer a response to the Headmaster's question, she watched people flow into the room, a few others that each pinged her interest. The first seemed cocky, but observant, the worst kind of cocky if you asked her. An overconfident man who could back it up was generally the worst, and on a more superficial level that chain belt wasn't the most friendly of markers. The second seemed sleepy, though that was likely an understatement, and struck her as the lazy type. She supposed, however, if she was in this school she had to have talent of some form, so clearly she was skilled in some martial arts of some type. The third was a girl with a sword, and she seemed very earnest when it came to meeting their headmaster. An admirable trait she supposed, though she wasn't sure what it was, something about the girl seemed off, not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way that threw her for a trip. The next was short but had a fairly deep voice, a rather interesting combination. He seemed an alright sort based on her incredibly limited perception of him. The last was equally respectful, though the way he eyed them was interesting, like a soldier eyeing his opponent, not a student seeing his classmates.

In the immediate aftermath, she stood up from her chair and gave a short bow to the headmaster, saying "Sorry it took me so long to respond, I didn't wish to interrupt anyone, Kouchou. I am Amy Lirith, and I came from a long way away from here in order to study at this academy. I look forward to learning from you so I can better protect the weak in this world." At that, she sat back down to relax until class started. As it turned out, however, it wasn't very long at all before class started. Indeed, almost as soon as she sat down, he gave a quick introduction and began handing out packets he said would be important. When she received hers she immediately leafed through it, picking out important information, and resolved to do a more thorough inspection later. The man proceeded to ask how skilled the students were in schooling their energy and, eager to begin the learning process, Amy raised her hand, saying "I'm good at controlling my energy, Kouchou." It was true as well, since her main power was the ability to move her energy from herself to others and back again, as well as using it to strengthen her speed when she was facing strong opponents, she had to be very good at that technique, and so she practiced it extensively.

[Assistant]
Outside looked delightful. Yoshito almost wished he was out there again as he noticed the sun began to grow to its peak. He could still remember the smells from outside. Yoshito's sensei used to tell him that it was important to admire those things; what was around you. He almost wish he had got up earlier, but the idea made him cringe on the inside. There wasn't much attention given to those entering the classroom. Regardless, he was very aware of his surroundings and continued taking notes mentally for each person entering the classroom. Just as the last of the bunch came in, it was then one girl stood up from within the crowd and began to introduce herself. There was always that one person. It was apparent everyone else fell into a shy bunch, but he assumed truthfully no one really cared enough. As the Headmaster Sin'Chi Hajime spoke, he closed his book at once and left it at the side of his desk again. He had always been a good listener when taking instructions at the temple, he just came off in a different way. The Headmaster informed his pupils about certain packages that all students would receive. Each one supplied information about the academy and every individuals dorm room. The first part was always a slow process. For the time being, Yoshito did not bother to open his packet as it seemed a class discussion was starting.

"Now that is finished. I want to ask you all something and I want some volunteers to raise their hand. How efficient are you in honing your energy?" said the Headmaster. Simple enough. Of course it was the girl who had risen before that was the first one to speak. After she proceeded, Yoshito followed up after her, figuring nobody else would have; raising his hand at a casual pace.

"I am confident in my ability to utilize the energy I harness. However, I am aware of my strengths and weaknesses." his tone was very serious, yet it sounded unenthusiastic. Child-like, but centered; mature for his age. Yoshito spent time learning self-control and confidence. Learning his limitations and finding where he truly shined. This being said, he was in no way cocky. That attitude itself was something he disliked. He didn't come here because he was a master, it was just the opposite. It was evident that Yoshito was young, and he knew this, but that didn't matter to him. As he finished speaking, Yoshito wondered about the paths chosen in the room. He began to feel them faintly, and it was figured that only those that walk with the light have volunteered themselves to answer. No matter. It was only two people, but he was interested in seeing what the rest of them had to say.


[System]
Age: 160
Male or Female: Male
Vampire/Vampyre: Vampire
Pure Blood or Half Blood: Pure blood
Persons in the family that wish to locate: none
Reason to move to Sanctuary: Dr. Sloan would like to move his medical practice to Sanctuary. Being together with his kind would allow him to further progress his experiments and inventions with greater ease. Aiding the village with his knowledge of Biomedicine. He would bring only himself and his laboratory with him.

[User]
"Iliana", Dr. Sloan called, looking through his window into the cold streets at night. He lit up one of his favorite brand of cigarettes right before Iliana came into the room.
"You know you shouldn't smoke doctor"
"Ha!", Dr. Sloan chuckled, "As if this things could kill me. What's the status of experiments 2XIV and 3X15?"
"Seems there has been no progress at all doctor"
Dr. Sloan took a slow drag of his cigarette, released a cloud of smoke up stream and turned to face Iliana.
"Doesn't matter. Give the test subjects a dose of lorazepam and release them. We have no further use for them. Then arrange for my lab to be packed and ready to ship and prepare for departure. We're moving for Sanctuary". Dr. Sloan couldn't help but grin as he said those last words.
"Yes doctor", Iliana promptly left the office to prepare.

 Finally, he thought, a chance to start anew in a place for people like him. Dr. Sloan sat back on his chair. He put out his cigarette as he reached for a small container under his desk. As he opened it a wave of cold vapor escaped as he reached for an IV bag inside of it. Dr. Sloan stared at it for a little as his eyes turned read and his fangs began to grow. "What flavor is it today?", Dr. Sloan asked himself as he sunk his fangs into the blood filled IV bag and neatly began to feed. He was a man of science, he had no need to feed directly from humans when he could just procure blood in advance. Granted it didn't beat the taste of fresh blood direct from the source, but he was a practical man. Still, he allowed himself to hunt for fresh sustenance from time to time.

[Assistant]
Hank pulled up to the community in his truck, with his daughters car being towed on an improvised trailer. Hank's daughter was definitely still pissed, and with reason, but Hank had his reasons. Truth be told as long as she was safe Hank didn't care how pissed she was. "Welcome to our new home baby girl" Hank got out of the truck and took a look at the community he had decided to move too. The houses were nice, there was a collection of buildings, and no one to worry about stabbing him in the back.

Hank daughter got out of the passenger door. "Don't! Ever, call me, Baby girl. Ever." She grabbed her few bags out of the back of the pickup truck and started walking into the town. "Which fucking house is the one that you forced us into?" Hank knew that this was going to take a while to get use to. Hopefully... it wouldn't last forever. "Number six, feel free to pick a room other then the master room. I paid for the travel so that's mine." She just glared and started walking off. "I'll make it up to her later." He started unloading his things from the truck onto his shoulder. He was going to have to make trips just because of quantity, but he was determined to make as few as possible.

[User]
Awesome

Morticia was finished with her meal and had sealed the wound. She took the bandana out of Dominick's pocket and tied it around his neck to hide his bruised bite. With a smile, Morticia began to speak in an employer tone once more.

"I will want you to have a proper office and everyone on your crew needs a place of their own to rest at night. I have some land that can be used to make a construction community for the time that you are here.' Morticia spoke calmly as she turned away.

"That would be suitable for my workers and I. How much land do you own?" Dominick asked as he walked beside her.

"Quite a bit actually. I will have to get my lawyer and he will tell you exactly how much land I own. I am in the process of buying more land as we speak." Morticia replied as she sees a truck that was pulling a car behind it. It had two passengers inside.
"For now you have rooms at the hotel but you will be sleeping two to a room."

"Yes, we found that out when we arrived this morning. I left the crew there to relax." Dominick spoke still in a daze.

"Why don't you go and rest then. I have a few things to do yet before bed." Morticia spoke softly as she brushed her mourning clothes down.

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll see you in the morning." Dominick spoke as he walked towards the hotel.

Morticia on the other hand, walked towards number 6 home. It was one of the ones that she did not own so she wanted to be sure to find out who owns the homes on the other side. It was one thing she did not know about and she wanted to know who was the owner. She also wondered which home the present owner has......

"Good day to you. I am Morticia Lugosse and I own the homes on the other side of the road." Morticia spoke as she held out her delicate hand towards the male. She was anticipating whether he would kiss the hand or actually taste her........

[Assistant] Hank heard the voice of the person, naturally his first instinct was to draw a weapon of some kind and remove the head. Three problems with that, One, he was in a community that was supposed to be full of people like him, so bad start, Two he didn't have anything on him capable of doing that at the moment, Three, his daughter would get pissed as hell seeing the dead body... Again. So instead of reaching for the nearest possible weapon he calmly turned to face the new person who introduced themselves as Morticia Lugosse. "Good morning Madam." Hank set down the pile of things that was over his shoulder and attempted to figure out what to do about her hand, was this a kissing or a shaking country? He decided go the safe route and just kiss her hand. "Are you the one who sent out the letters? To come here I mean?" Hank was trying really hard to hide his country accent and seem as formal as possible. Though that was hard considering he was wearing torn jeans, a t-shirt that was well worn, and combat boots.

[User]
Awesome
Morticia was please that he only kissed her hand and he did have a daughter who was a bit sulky.
"It was my lawyer, Dawson who did the job. I see that you brought your lovely daughter with you. Where is your wife? Bringing the rest?" Morticia asked as she took her hand back.
Of course she had more questions such as what kind of work he did, how many offspring he had, who was his landlord and more in the back of her mind such as What his name was as well as his daughter's name since she did the polite thing and offered her full name. And if he did not recognize her name then where did he come?]

[Assistant]
Mrs. Lugosse seemed decent. Though she mentioned Dawson, Hank wasn't completely sure on if this was a coincidence, maybe it wasn't but maybe it was. Didn't matter, Hank would be ready either way. Though she soon mentioned Hanks wife. "Janet, my wife. She passed some time ago, most the time it's just me." Hank was still trying to get an idea of the situation, paranoia was a habit he had picked up after several events over his lifetime. "How rude of me, I don't believe I properly introduced myself. Hank Miller, The young one's name is Ky-"" "Don't you fucking dare! You are not to mention that to Anyone! We started this new life because you wanted, I am not starting it with the name you gave me!"

Hank looked at his daughter with a look of disappointment that would make a bear regret eating a fish. "She goes by Kylie now, she gets really upset when I use her birth name." Kylie scorned her father, then went back into the house to finish unpacking. "Truth be told, she has her mother's temper. But not in the fun and interesting way. More like the 'How am I going to make it through today' kinda way."

Hank did a quick look around the community. "So, you just as new here as us or have you been here a while? And if so know anywhere good for walks? Seems to be the only thing that me and Ky..." He stretched out the syllables to say the name his daughter was trying to make him use. "...Kylie still have in common."

[User]
Awesome

"I had a map made up of the surrounding area for Dawson to place in the envelopes. Did he miss your envelope by chance? I'll have to tell him to be more careful with my mail. Young people quite often get upset. Sometimes for the right reasons and other times by the wrong reasons. It is not up to the adults to change what they believe in but it is for us as adults to try to understand how they are thinking. Young people do not see with our eyes because we have lived sometimes too long to see what they mean. The world is constantly changing and one day the young will move away to a new home, maybe in another town or even in another country.

Kylie, perhaps you would like to have tea with me one day. We are not up to modern conveniences here such as TV, radio, newspaper, phone service or computer service. All that this quaint village has to offer is room and board. One hotel, a tavern of sorts, a general store and a school. There are woods but be careful while you are out there. I have just arrived yesterday to take up the family Castle. On the southeast end of Sanctuary is an area where I am having a mausoleum built for my cousin who has recently passed away in his prime. There will be others there as well.

A ways north of that area is the Hospital which does have the only generators around here and the Firehouse. You might like to visit the firehouse since they have those Dalmatian dogs and Clydesdale horses. The staff are well brought up to respect young ladies and they had best not misbehave. If they do, then be sure to tell me for they are paid by me.

I should let the two of you settle into your cozy little home and I need to get to mine. Have a pleasant evening." Morticia spoke as she slowly and gracefully turned around to leave. Slowly for she did not want her heavy veil to float out of place.

[Assistant]
A black Mercedes arrived and parked into the driveway of House D. Iliana exited the car first, she was driving as Dr. Sloan found it a boresome activity.
*deep breath* "Ahhh, smell the fresh air", Dr. Sloan exclaimed, "This is good, when is my lab arriving?".
"Should be here tomorrow at the latest doctor"
"Great, let's take a look inside, shall we?", Dr. Sloan went inside the house as Iliana unloaded the suitcases from the trunk.
"This place is excellent, and what's this? A basement!? Ohhh, I love this place more and more!".
Dr. Sloan went back to meet Iliana, "Iliana, I'm going to take a look at the rest of the village. Particularly the Tavern", Dr. Sloan gave out a small chuckle, "You may do as you wish".
"Then I shall start to unpack our belongings doctor".
"Good, good". Dr. Sloan went out and looked at the village while making his way towards the tavern, were he started to drink a spirit or two.

[User]
A car entered the village and Morticia watched it pull into Home D.
*A doctor....... Sloan.....He didn't give a first name but she should welcome him to the village. After all he was one of her tenants.*

Her ears picked up a few words- these to be exact

 "Iliana, I'm going to take a look at the rest of the village. Particularly the Tavern",The man gave out a small chuckle, "You may do as you wish".
"Then I shall start to unpack our belongings doctor" the lady replied.
"Good, good". replies the man.

Now was the perfect time to interrupt them for a few minutes.
"Good evening, my name is Morticia Anne Lugosse. I have stopped by to welcome you to my small Sanctuary Village. I trust that you had a pleasant trip?" Morticia politely asked.

[Assistant]
"Ah, Miss Lugosse", Dr. Sloan gave a polite bow. "I am Dr. Alistair Ivanovich Slovoan or Dr. Sloan if you prefer".
"Indeed the travel was a delight. I was on my way to sightsee the village, would you care to join me?"

[User]
Morticia smiled under her veil. This doctor is a true gentleman and he is her tenent. She was delighted to take a walk with him. But what about the woman?
"I'd enjoy a walk with you. What about the woman that came with you? Would she like to come?" Morticia asked. She knew that they would speak more on the walk so the less said now will be said on the walk.

[Assistant]
"That would be my assistant Iliana, and quite the worker", Dr. Sloan responded. "Iliana!", Dr. Sloan called.

"Yes, doctor?", Iliana came outside the house.

"This is Lady Morticia Lugosse, heir to the house of Lugosse and our land owner", Dr. Sloan said, the last part with a playful tone.

"How do you do, madam?", Iliana politely responded, "I'm Iliana, Dr. Sloan's assistant".

"Lady Lugosse is accompanying me around town. Would you care to join us?"

"I'm afraid I must decline, doctor. I still need unpack most of the boxes and make preparations for the arrival of your equipment. If you excuse me, please have a good day, madam", Iliana excuses herself and went back inside the house.

"Ah, that girl doesn't know how to take a break, but she's a good person. She keeps me in check most of the time", Dr. Sloan gave a small chuckle. "So, shall we continue with this endeavor?"


[System]
Element: Silver
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Alessa is a woman of about average height, with white blonde hair and very pale white skin, in addition to gray colored eyes. She's very sleek looking, very little curves and lean musculature as well. Others appear to find her slightly above average in terms of her attractiveness, but nothing too special.
Powers: Alessa's most noticable ability is her power to absorb, and then amplify electrical currents. By making contact with an source of current, Alessa can take in and boost the power of the electricity up to a perfect 100x. She also possesses a great heat conductivity as well, and can resist many hot enviroments, taking advantage of them to redirect the heat back as a weapon. Alessa is also very flexible, and able to bend and stretch herself with ease.
Weapons: None at the moment
Backstory: Alessa was born in the United States, within the city of New York. Alessa is a 2nd generation french immigrant, still adjusting to her new life. Having developed her powers at the age of 11, Alessa was forced to hide her new found abilities to try and live the most normal life she could. She tried her best to avoid anything electronic, as they had a habit of breaking or shorting out around her; but that is easier said than done. Books became her best friends, and it became a running joke amongst others that it would be impossible to see Alessandra without her face buried in a book. In college, Alessandra studies ancient history and archeology, hoping that digging up the bronze age will keep her as far away from the source of her problems. Still, it crosses her mind once in a while about using her powers like the other elementals she hears about so often.

[User]
For a moment all Chloe seemed capable of doing was stare dumbfounded at the man who was trying to climb into the window. She bristled with distrust and blew out one last breath of chlorine, which either went out the window or floated toward the ground. Deep breaths, deep breaths. If he turns out to be a bad guy...we'll handle it later. What a terrible plan! Still, she grabbed Chrome by an arm and pulled with all her might. He was so heavy she thought that her arms would pop from their sockets, and a frustrated look came across her face.

She hoped that Dan had been speaking sarcastically when he'd said that the situation was under control.

[Assistant]
Chrome came tumbling in, spilling all over the floor. All of a sudden it dawned on him how ridiculous he might look, and that his Chromium was showing.
 "Son of a... I mean... uh... Where are my manners? Hello, I'm Chrome." He said, standing up in the middle of the car. He glanced around and saw a dent on his arm where he was pushed on heavily on the trains window. It didn't reach his nerves however and he was only vaguely aware that he could feel the depression
 "Well... Isn't really a sight you see every day, eh? Bet ya never seen a walking talkin' kitchen utensil?" Chrome said, trying to lighten a mood that he appeared to have made. He looked around and saw his backpack on the floor, he gathered it into his hands and slung it over his back. Luckily, the contents were safely inside. Finally, after what seemed like ages, but was really only seconds, he said.
 "I sure as hell hope you guy's are part of the table... because if not... well I've landed one hell of a situation"

[User] Dan stared a moment, then began to laugh. "Ho-holy HELL, yoah like some kinda fuckin' Ultron-robot! Look, when I've calmed down, I'll try an'... Hahaholy shit, don't think I can..." Dan was doubled over, cackling like a buffoon. "Look, Chrome? Like, the google shit? I'm Rad--ito. Radito Danito." He caught himself before tripping. "If by table ya mean, ah we all freaks like-- I'm sorry, nobody could possibly be a freak like YOU--, but yeah. We'ah all freaks. Each of us represent an... Element. Mine is surprise." Dan's laughter was slower now but still constant. "So, uh... Welcome aboahd."

[Assistant]
"Somehow, I knew that." Chrome's mood darkened as Dan remarked about his freakishness. Regardless, Chrome knew that they were harmless to him and he had potentially found some allies. His judgement against Dan might have been unfair, but by god was he an asshole.
 "Radito Danito, interesting. Regardless of who ever is made of whatever, be chromium or crap" His eyes seem to drill into Dan as he says this. "I think I might have made a good choice in coming here... I hope, that is to say." he glances around at everyone and takes it all in.
 "Let me introduce myself formally, I'm Chrome... Was named that at birth... kinda ironic wouldn't yo- Back on topic. I represent Chromium. I can control Magnetic Waves and Conduct electricity and all that metal stuff... Kinda cool, right... I think it is" Chrome say's this last part rather sheepishly.
 "But this is where I shine." He holds up his fist's showing off the metal spikes melded onto them, glaring at Dan again. "I can augment my body with other metals as long as they have a bit of Chromium. Neat-o." Chrome said, starting to sound really sheepish.
 "So uh... let's get some conversation going... 'Ahem' anyone wanna... ya know? Share their element?" Chrome glances around, very unaware of how awkward the situation has just become

[User] "Ya know what? Shoah. I'm Copernicium. You a fan a' canceah? Because, y'know, I can give ya a lotta that. An' let me tell ya, mistah big shiny metal fist man, all ya punchin' an' metal body an' what not ain't gonna stop a slow painful death with coughin' up blood. So fuck off with yoah intimidation shit. We already passed that stage about a day ago. Jigsaw ovah heah," Dan motioned to Jaden, "he tried ta kill me with a whip oah somethin'. He's iron, got powahs real similah to yoahs. That sweetheaht Chloe theyah," he blushed as he mentioned Chloe, "She's chlorine. Don't try nothin', she's taken. Soaht of. Also, she can kill ya with chlorine. Rust ya up oah whatevah. The sistahs theyah, Aria and Aura, they'ah Helium an' Hydrogen. Don't know which is which. Don't cayah too much, neithah." He crossed his arms. "So, what ah yoah thoughts on Skunk Apes?"

[Assistant] Chrome's eyes widen at the mention of Copernicium. "T-That's a... Never mind. Seeing as I can't understand half of what you say because you sound like a redneck on a joint, I'll try to ignore that you just threatened me with death almost three times." Chrome was beginning to grow annoyed with Dan's accent, if it could be called that. He was still glad though that he found more frien- Non Hostile Elements. He glanced around and noticed that his skin was rather rough. It was most probably because of Dan being Radioactive. He cursed as he realized he was in for one hell of a welding some time in the future. He wished there was a way to protect his body without oxide. "So what's the deal. I'm not going anywhere, rejoice!" Chrome said. The awkwardness was not born from Chrome himself, but his situation. Regardless, he hoped that it was only Dan that appeared to be annoyed with him.

[User]
"Hey, I am not--! Whatever. Whatever," muttered Chloe, crossing her arms and looking the quite metallic-looking newcomer up and down. If this guy turned out to be hostile, she wasn't sure if her chlorine could do the job. She wondered if he even had proper lungs that were made of flesh. He had to, right? He was a living being...although he looked more like a moving sculpture or something.

"And he does not sound like a redneck on a joint! You just have to get used to it." Why was she defending him? "...Anyway, yeah. I can breathe out chlorine if I want to and that stuff isn't a fan of the human body. Pleasure to meet you, Chrome. I would never have guessed your element." She extended her hand for a handshake, although a bit timidly, hoping that this guy wouldn't give her some electric shock or something.

[Assistant]
Alessandra Guillory

Alessandra told the waiter her order, a glass of sweet tea as Jason replied to Tecumseh's question.

"Jason Delaney, I'm one of the technicians." He spoke, immediately afterwards ordering a simple coke.

Alessandra had to giggle at the stark contrast between the two men; Jason was so plain and simple, while (at least now) Tecum was anything but plain, his clothes and choice of drink quite stood out significantly to her. He certainly had made her curious.

As Alessandra was sipping from her tea, she spoke up once again. "It really is nice around here. It's much differant than New York or Languedoc." She mused, thinking back to the urban world or the rough, dry hills of Southern France. If anything though, it was closer to Languedoc.

Jason commented how it wasn't that differant than Virginia.

Zaynab Rousani
"Ms Bhati" left her room, sipping from a bottle of Apple juice, dressed in a blue and black stripped hijab, a black cardigan, navy blue long sleaved shirt and black pants. Zaynab was hungry, a week of running had left her deprived of anything other than conveniance store snacks and fast foods, so an actual meal would be greatly appreciated.

Zaynab walked over to get food, greeted with a pleasant surprised. Free food for a week, courtesy of the resourt owner. She was caught off guard, but happy none the less. She would get something, an order of a steak and some steamed vegtables. Enough to staisfy her, which wasn't difficult at all.

[User]
Chrome
The Chromium Element

 Chrome grasped her hand firmly and shook it. "A redneck on a joint doesn''t work, eh, what about JFK with a mouth full of salt-water?" He chuckled to himself. He realized he was the only one laughing. (#NOTMETAGAMING)
 "I must apologize if I appeared here at a bad time... or if I've been a bit rude. My... well... predicament has left me with very little socialization for a few years. I'm just glad for sure that I found friendly Elements. Not everyone just lets you hop into their train car for no apparent reason.." Chrome exclaimed. He looked over at Dan, then Chloe and a sly grin escaped his mouth. He was not very ignorant contrary to his behavior, and he noticed that Chloe perhaps had feelings, hate if not love, for Dan.

 "You two make a nice couple" Chrome said with a well disguised poker face.

[Assistant]
"Uhuh....my name is Jaden - not Jigsaw! I am not a creepy doll from a horror movie!"

Jaden looked at the new person with questioning before listening to the other statements. At least Dan had gotten his element right - he half expected the guy to give him the wrong element, and still get his name wrong. He knew the radioactive basket case was going to keep poking fun at him, but he hoped that the other would eventually state his real name and maybe remember it. He sighed as the person known as Chrome stood there looking out of place in his opinion - at least Chloe was being nice to him. Aria and Aura? Well he still wasn't so sure.

"So...why did you jump into the train car with us?" he asked.

[User]
The waiter arrived with Tecumseh's second glass, as he finished his first. Tecumseh smiled brightly at the impeccable timing of the young waiter, who announced that the first course would be out shortly. Which reminded Tecumseh that he should probably inform his guests that he had already ordered their dinner, and his, especially now that the cat was out of the bag anyway.

I hope you two don't mind, I took the liberty of ordering for all of us. On the plus side, sine neither of you ordered I can't expect you to pay for it, so this meal's entirely on me. Alessandra and Jason, I like to be frank, so forgive me if I'm a bit too forward. I invited you here so I could finish the little chat we started down the hill.  I pause briefly to let that sink in, knowing it was going to cause some tension but really wanting to be certain of a few things before I got to far ahead of myself. Jason, you're up first. I want your professional opinion on what happened to that blower from the time you handed it to Alessandra to the time I handed it back to you.

The waiter returned with a tray holding three ceasar salads, and a variety of dressings. Tecumseh took one and poured some ranch dressing over the top, before offering the bottle to who ever wanted it next or returning it to the tray if the youngsters had other tastes.

[Assistant]
Jason thought hard about what had happened to the blower. He couldn't think of anything that could have caused such damage to it. He had seen this before, when similar, plugged machines would short circut or when incompatable voltages where used.

"The blower looked like it had been overcharged with a high voltage source. I've seen very similar effects on plugged blowers when using incompatable power sources, but never as bad as this. Its as if something put a rediculously amount into the motor in a very short time., the technician replied. He tapped on the table, searching for some kind of explanation. "But that couldn't have happened, it was nowhere near any electrical sources at the time. It passed simply between my hands and into Alessa's"