[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Neil made his way to a corridor on the left, both hands around the hilt of his revolver as he checked whether or not the coast was clear. Pressing the touch button, steel doors slid open to reveal an empty hallway. A medical-bay was to the left, a glass wall showing a muscled man on a cot fast asleep. Other than him, a medic stood within, back turned to Neil and writing on a holopad. On the right, three doors were closed. Neil took the second down, finding a small storage facility. The room was utilitarian and small, with various medical supplies and janitorial items stacked upon shelves.

He decided to take this opportunity to strip out of his space suit for the moment. Better to be incognito than have some modest protection, at least at the moment. Folding his suit up, he stuffed it inside of his pack, causing it to bulge uncomfortably at his side. Slipping out of the door, he was unwrapping one of the nutri-bars he had stolen from the closet. He was surprised some backwater station had chocolate chip. He thought they were only made in Kerillian system. Not about to complain about bad luck, he had taken about a dozen and shoved them into his back pocket before sneaking under the medical-bay's glass window and heading into the next corridor.

The door slipped open to reveal an outfitted, off duty mercenary with a sandwich stuffed halfway down his throat. It took them both a moment to react. luckily for Neil, he looked almost close to a nondescript engineer with his casual clothing coupled with the goggles and utility belt at his side, which gave him the first move. The merc only saw Neil's gun as the hilt was already crashing down upon the crown of his head. The merc toppled heavily onto the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Neil leaped back, and he found himself with a limp merc and a guilty situation he needed out of. Thankfully, he was used to winging it with excuses, and the medic in the last hall suddenly found a young engineer dragging a body into his small facility. "Yo," Neil said. "Bit of piping hit him in the head. He's been out cold for a few minutes." The medic placed his holopad down and gave a start. "Who are you?" he asked, blue eyes squinting. "One of the engineers from the east wing. Look, can you look after this guy?"

It took the medic a few moments of consideration, before he helped Neil place the Merc's body on a cot. Neil gave a small salute and left before there could be any more questioning, and luckily this time the next hall was empty. He made it down three more, almost whistling nonchalantly to avoid suspicion by the last hall he found a small console room near the end of it. It was locked, a small numbpad next to the blast doors looked like it was connected to its function. Neil bent backwards to crack his back, before intertwining his fingers and bending them, and then he cracked his neck a few times, before he began to randomly press buttons. Beeps filled the air and he merely hummed as he smacked and smacked, until the doors opened. Not by his button pressing, but by a confused administrator who wondered who the hell was smacking the code console. He found himself staring down a gun barrel, and Neil pushed the surprised man back inside, going from pissed to pissing his pants. Neil had to step over the puddle, and once the blast doors closed behind him, he smacked this one in the head as well.

The room was in the shape of an octagon, small and filled with monitors and console controls. The Pilot pulled up a chair and began the short process it took to find out what coding the facility was using. RBS++ was fairly advanced for a backwater merc compound. In fact most of the items and rooms looked pretty well paid for now that he thought about it. Fortunately, Neil had coded in this language befor-

Gunshots echoed faintly in the distance, and Neil turned his head, blinking. "I think I know who is responsible for that," he deadpanned, and pulled up a floor plan of the station. Finding where his location was, it took him only a short scan to find where the gunshots probably originated, and what room he might be able to use to buy Junebug some time. He set a threat level beta in the mess hall, four corridors away from where he guessed Sayeeda was to have most of the armed mercs go there to find their sudden bullet problem. After that, he set off, making his way out of the control room and passed a patrol of armed mercs heading for the mess hall. It took about three galactic minutes for Neil to make it into what looked like the Captain's room, and he stepped inside with a swagger.

"Guess who the black hole dragged in" he was going to say, before his eyes squinted and his jaw slacked. The woman he recognized as Nia lay sprawled on the ground, for some reason decked out in expensive combat gear. Junebug sweating and breathing heavily atop her. "Something tells me I missed something sexy," he said, a bit too turned on to relish in his plot twisting 'I survived' entrance.

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Lars felt the bullet wound in his abdomen clearly, having taken refuge behind some the supply stacks along with the rest of his group. Plasma-gun in hand, he used his bionic eye to see any tactical advantage in the surrounding hanger, though on his third scan he conceded the fact that the only good position they had was where they were, because it gave them good cover to escape into the Common's once more.

Damn that girl. He had underestimated her, thinking her easily scared and susceptible to coercion. He supposed the other two mercenary crew members wouldn't have a no-good bumbling girl in such a crew, something he should have foreseen. The AI seemed to be somewhat advanced as well. Too advanced to be legal in this day and age.

Small arms fire and laser bolts rang out across the small no-man's land expanse between the steel supply crates, Lars managing to gun down one last advancing attacker before he had to admit it was time to go. "We leave," he said calmly, the men behind him ornery but seeing the logic in the move, providing some cover fire as they began to make a tactical retreat.

"Lonney, you can let me out now. I think Neil wouldn't mind me thanking some rescuers, right?"

[Assistant]
Junebug raised her sub machine gun at the merc filling the doorway and started to take up the pressure on the trigger. Her conscious mind registered Neil at the last instant and she snapped the weapon vertical in an instinctive safe posture. The alarms continued to wail in the background but they seemed further away now and no rush of gunmen materialized.

"How did you…" she trailed off uncertain of where to go with the sentence and a rush of relief evident in her voice. For a moment her mind freewheeled trying to construct a scenario that would result in Neil being here and not floating off into space until her tactical conditioning damped the impulse under the weight of the current situation.

"Just when I thought we had decided to give each other some space," she quipped and tossed the badge underhanded to the pilot who plucked it from the air reflexively.

"They're Cops," she said bitterly hauling the unconcious Nia upright and securing her wrists with cargo tape. The polymer weave had a tensile strength of hundreds of pounds and was backed by a chemical adhesive which could only be disolved with a specialized solvent.

"Uhh…" Neil said eloquently looking at the badge quizzically, "Did you say…" Sayeeda nodded.

"God damn System Gendarmerie," she confirmed with a sigh. Pieces of data began to organize themselves in her mind, slotting together like puzzle pieces.

"If I had to guess I'd say Cheng is with organized crime of some sort, using us as pattsies to take out the police presence here. He hooked us up with that little intra system tramp, how much you want to bet their is a fusion bomb tucked away in some hidden compartment, probably set to blow once we docked here." A fusion blast would have destroyed an installation of this size leaving no survivors. Sayeeda silently offered thanks that she had opted for a more covert insertion.

Nia began to stir, moaning softly her hands pulling against the improvised restraints.

"Son of a bitch," Sayeeda said with dawning comprehension.

"As a bonus he gets to collect the Highlander when we turn up dead, he is the one that owns our debt to the shipyard. Cute, very fucking cute." Nia's eyes fluttered open.

"I don't know who you people are, but you are in a world of trouble," the police woman declared in a cold threatening voice, a little spoiled by the splitting headache that the chokehold had engendered.

[User]
Junebug's snappy retort lightened Neil's face with a grin. Looked like he was rubbing off on her after all. "Nah, we're in for the long haul," he replied back facetiously. He spun his revolver expertly, slipping it back into his sheath with one fluid motion, as if it had been there all along and he had simply rewound time. Of course, his confident visage gradually gave way to befuddled intrigue as Sayeeda began to think aloud.

"So, what you're saying is...is that you just tied up a Captain, and I just knocked out, threatened, and lied to four police personnel?" He voiced. Next he showed his teeth to display how he felt about that, though it was clear he was half poking fun. "I guess this place was too well stocked with nutribars to be anything but government sanctioned. I mean these things aren't cheap." He reached into his back pocket and unwrapped one, biting into it.

"I don't know who you people are, but you are in a world of trouble," the police woman declared.

Neil casually pointed to Nia, half chewing. "Doesn't she have the right to remain silent?"

The woman glared daggers at him. At them both. She strained under her restraints, one of her slender hand twisting. Neil's gun was out of its holster and pointed at her before she could blink. "Ah-" he began. He knew she wasn't trying to escape at the moment. Merely making the two mercenaries think she was stupid enough to try and do it. When in fact, she was testing to see if she could slip a wrist out for later. "We're not going to hurt you, as far as I know. Just sit tight babe and let me and her talk this out." When she didn't listen and promised to imprison them for life, Neil rolled her over and set his rump on her back to keep her still.

"You bastard!" Nia growled.

"So...I distracted the base for a moment. But it won't take long for them to know I was fucking with them." The Pilot said, scratching his head with his gun barrel. "We need to get out of here and get the Highlander. And Taya. What do you think, Captain? We could bring her with us but..." He looked down at Nia, a cold threat in her sharp eyes. She looked to be regaining her wits in some fashion past her rage, and from the looks of the sweat and scuff marks on Junebug, he felt as if this woman could be trouble even if restrained. He made sure to plop down on her where her legs couldn't bend back and reach him. "I don't think she likes me very much."

In the distance, a shout echoed down the hallway, followed by another. They were muffled, but whatever it was about, men were drawing closer.

"Your move, Captain."


[System]
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance

Background & Personality
Ada was born in New Denver, to a distant mother, a strict father, and a charismatic older brother. She has few traditionally pleasant memories of her family, despite their opulent lifestyle. Her only memories involve strict training--both she and her brother were being groomed to become part of a complex criminal organization that her parents belonged to. In fact, they were born simply to become another cog in the organization, just like their parents were. The organization, known as Espevada, was generations old, and was run by family dynasties that used planned breeding in order to create their members, rather than recruiting from the outside. Because of this, the organization was full of violently loyal individuals, each one related to one another in some way, creating a strong bond and sense of responsibility that kept Espevada strong for so long.

However, there was one member that abhorred the organization--that person was Ada's brother, Vinzente. Somehow, the loyalty indoctrination program he went through as a child was ineffective; despite this, he pretended that it worked, and continued his training. By the time he was 20, he knew all the secrets of the organization, and was set to be matched to one of his cousins to continue the breeding cycle. Instead, he exposed the organization to the authorities--causing a small war, which the family lost very quickly.

Unlike her brother, Ada was fiercely loyal to the family, and was extremely diligent in her training. She was 16 when her brother betrayed Espevada--and she immediately volunteered to assassinate him, desperate to prove her worth to the family. They agreed, believing that she would have the best chance to get close to him.

She did get close to him, but when the time came to kill him, she hesitated. They had a heated discussion, and slowly he was breaking down the walls built up by her loyalty training, leaving her extremely confused. She was still deciding whether to kill him or not when a shot rang through the air, and Vinzente slumped into her arms, whispering his last words to her before dying. Traumatized, she dropped his body and her weapon, and watched in shock as her mother came out of the shadows with a gun pointing at her. Apparently, she did not believe her daughter would be able to kill, and decided to do the job for her--and now that she sensed Ada's loyalty wavering, she decided that she was a failed member of Espevada and must also be terminated. Before she could pull the trigger, the authorities showed up--while her mother was distracted, Ada fled the scene, remembering her brother's last words: Go to the Undercity.

Ada followed his advice. For over ten years, she has been living in the Undercity, making money as a bounty hunter and a bodyguard. Despite her relative success, she has never been able to earn even a tiny fraction of the money she had while growing up, but she can never quite shake her sophisticated tastes, and often goes into debt to fund exquisite clothing, lavish parties, and expensive foods. Because of her poor financial skills, she fits right in with other Scroungers, although the general lifestyle disgusts her. She tends to be extremely loyal to Scroungers, as they have supplanted her previous family--and family always comes first. Although many might find her stuck up and too high maintenance, most can overlook this due to her loyalty (and the awesome parties she throws helps too).

She has distanced herself from anything related to Espevada, and often wonders what happened to the members that survived the war following Vinzente's betrayal. News reports claim that all members were either killed or apprehended, but considering that neither of those happened to her, she has no idea if more family members are lurking around New Denver... or even in the Undercity.

Other details:
Ada has been making her living as a bodyguard and a bounty hunter, and so has all the tools of those trades, including basic weaponry, as well as her favorite pistol she named Vinz. One of her goals is to find her mother one day and kill her with her pistol, to avenge her brother's death. She dresses like a New Denver citizen, though the quality of her clothing is severely lower than that of a true surface dweller.

Typical outfits

[User]
It seemed despite her attempts to close herself off from the world, someone would always try and force their way into her bubble. When Ada started barraging her with questions she sighed audibly, and shot the older girl an annoyed look, pointedly not speaking until she'd paused her music and removed the earbuds, which she intentionally took extra time doing. "It's not like we have to do everything together, Ada. If you wanna get out there's plenty of opportunity." She didn't look at her fellow scrounger as she spoke, her eyes were focused on carefully, almost ritualistically, wrapping up the cord of her earbuds and slipping them and her music player into a hidden pocket.

After finishing she finally looked over at the other girl, her face rather hard to read, as it tended to be. "Listen, I know work's been slow, but I've been working on something. Vito might have a job for us soon. I know he's not exactly given us the safest jobs but hey, they pay well, right? After one of his crazy schemes I'm sure we'll have plenty of surplus cash to pay for all your fancy clothes."

She happened to finish her sentence just a brief moment before Keith walked by, to whom she paused to wave at casually. The other scroungers always seemed nervous around him but she always enjoyed his company, even if it was really just the two of them sitting in silence, it was somehow nicer than being alone.

[Assistant]
Leti saw the young Sander coming her way, but her eyes never moved off her potential targets. Always watching, Leti could tell just about anything from someone's body language. The way Sander walked, a bit of spring in his step, but a slump in his shoulders meant that he was successful, but disappointed. Probably robbing people poorer than him again. He really needed to get better taste in targets. As the blonde spoke to her, she smiled thinly, "And why does our Ghost think I'm scheming? I'm simply hear enjoying the fresh air and what I hope is chicken. Or at least one of the better, fatter breeds of rat."

She always liked calling him that, with his bright hair and skin, plus his specialty of getting in and out of places, it just seemed suitable. About half of her tortilla left, she offered it to the boy, who had better know better by now than to refuse her. Her eyes saw the silent Keith approaching in what could only appear to be a huff. He always seemed annoyed and agitated about something. He really needed to relax. But that was on him, not her.

"Get the hell out you two-timing scumbag! Get the hell outta my house and never come back!"

Leti looked across the road, to see a woman swinging a frying pan as she drove a half naked man, and full naked woman, out her doorway. Leti smiled, a shark finally spotting its prey. "Excuse me Ghostie." The scene was almost comical as the young woman started her stride over, footsteps carefully, quietly placed, as she continued to watch.

"Delilah! I'm sorry, she tricked me! I only love you!"

The naked woman, now covering herself with what looked to be an old burlap sack was now glaring at him. "You lying sack of shit! You said you were going to leave her!"

Bingo, exactly what Leti needed. She walked past the man, whose begging continued, while his wife berated and yelled at him. The naked woman was getting more and more pissed, as Leti walked up and slugged her in the face. She fell to the ground with a gasp, and the fighting ceased. Leti straddled the woman, hitting her three more times in the face, before standing back up, looking down at her. "Take your whoring to the single men." With that, she spit on the woman, who was now sobbing in the dirt. Walking past the man, glaring at him, "You might want to go." He was still shocked, looking between the three women, before moving to the mistress of his, kneeling to check on her. Leti strode up to the wife, who now looked more hurt than mad, that he still chose the other woman. Leti placed a hand on her waist, "Come on hun, let's get you inside. You don't need to see this."

[User]
Even as Sander carried on his conversation with Leti, her glance never lost its predatory quality. It was still working hour for her, it seemed. Her specialty was, after all, seduction, so this seemed to be a good time as any. He preferred to work at night, where the hustle and bustle had died down a little bit. But then again, it was hard to tell down here.

 "Well, if you say so."- He smiled absent-minded as Leti offered him half of her tortilla. She was strange like that, always giving other people her food when she herself didn't have enough. Maybe she was one of those girl with body imagine issues? Anyhow, he decided against refusing. She would have none of it. –"And for the last time, the name's Sander"- He grumbled, but the words came out with less venom than he had hoped. He didn't dislike the nickname as much as he let on.

 Just as when he began to eat his food, Keith came by. Sander remained silent, but his rigid posture betrayed the wariness he was concealing. The giant had always reminded him of those gangsters that fancied themselves the king of this city. His past encounters with them were less than friendly, and more often than not left him with a few broken ribs and black eyes. Sure, Keith had done nothing of the sort to his fellow Scroungers, but Sander still couldn't help being paranoid. It was part of his survival instincts after all, something he had depended on so long.

 When the shouting started across the streets, Sander turned his head to look, just in time to spot Leti moving at the corner of his eyes. So she found her targets, huh? He sat back and watched as the scene unfold, all while enjoying his food. It was probably rat meat, since chicken was only available in the fanciest restaurants around these parts. Back when he was still a kid, a man even hired him and some other kids to catch rats for him. Still, the food tasted fine, so he finished it in a few bites, then contemplated on his next actions. Leti had led the woman inside, undoubtedly to rob her blind later. He wondered if he should give her a hand. With the woman sufficiently distracted, he could find his way in and clean out the house in matter of minutes. But then again, Leti probably didn't need his help and the house didn't look big enough for both of them to get involve. With that in mind, Sander gave the house one last glanced, before going upstairs.

 Sander paused at the door of the bedroom, where he spotted three other of his fellow scavengers. They appeared to be discussing something, so he decided to butt in.

 "So, did I hear something about a job?"- He grinned, leaning on the doorframe.

[Assistant]
Ignoring the annoyed glance, Ada smiled at Delilah as she finally took her earbuds off. Eventually the smile flipped into a frown as the other girl was taking her sweet time doing it. Ada began to drum her fingers impatiently, but eventually Delilah said, "It's not like we have to do everything together, Ada. If you wanna get out there's plenty of opportunity."

Ada rolled her eyes, since the other girl wasn't looking at her. She put on a smile when Delilah finally decided to look at her, despite being a little annoyed about how difficult it was just to have a small conversation with her. Delilah continued, saying "Listen, I know work's been slow, but I've been working on something. Vito might have a job for us soon. I know he's not exactly given us the safest jobs but hey, they pay well, right? After one of his crazy schemes I'm sure we'll have plenty of surplus cash to pay for all your fancy clothes."

Keith walked in at that moment, and Delilah waved to him. Ada looked in his direction, and nodded. The two of them tended to have an amiable friendship, considering that together they provided the protection for their fellow Scroungers. His methods differed from hers, to be sure, but that only made them more formidable as bodyguards when they worked together. Beyond that, she didn't delve too deeply into his past--she didn't delve into anyone's past, really, because she didn't want to have to explain her own. She discovered long ago that most people in the Undercity tended to be extremely bitter toward her when they discovered she lived in New Denver for much of her life, regardless of the actual difficulty of that life. To the people down here, life was better in New Denver, no matter what.

After Keith entered the room, she turned back to Delilah, and put a smile back on her face. She always tried to maintain friendships with all of her fellow Scroungers, even if their personalities didn't always make it easy. Of course, she never considered that her own personality might be annoying--that was inconceivable to her.

The news of the job did brighten her spirits. "That's good to hear, Delilah. You know I'm not worried about safety... Keith and I can handle any danger. Makes it more fun, anyway, don't you think? A little more... exciting. This place can get so very dull, you know. And, of course, I always love the extra cash--I am definitely in need of a new outfit, the ones I have are starting to fall apart. Man, I wish the tailors down here could get their hands on some better fabric..." She continued to ramble for a bit, and stopped herself when she noticed Delilah spacing out.

Clearing her throat, she added, "Anyway, when do you think you'll hear from Vito--" Just then, Sander walked into the room and also asked about the job. She turned to Delilah, waiting for more details.


[System]
Sex: Misanthrope Motorcyclist
Age: 17
House: Stardust House

Duel Disk RUNNER: Fyodor's duel runner is a sleek, black motorcycle with no rims inside the wheels. When it is running it gives off a faint orange neon glow in the wheels and inside the wheels. His duel runner has an attachable component for his duel disk which Konstantinovich can remove and use separately if he so chooses. The duel disk is black and has a dark orange blade which is shaped like a scythe.

Personality: Konstantinovich is a rather miserable man. He is a bitter curmudgeon and lone wolf. While he claims to hate humanity alongside constantly wishing death among them, he does in fact yearn for people to be near him. This is solely because he wants people to be around to hear his dark and brooding monologues that he is fond of. The only things he truly loves are reveling in the mayhem of darkness and motorcycles.

History: Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich was a 'little miracle' to his family, namely because this was the first time his father was able to properly spawn a child with his wife. The boy who would become The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell, lived in a cold, but not terribly dreary, cozy little town. From an early age Fyodor had a troubling temperament that worried those around him. He was always off on tangents of doom and despair and claiming he was sent by the Devil to make sure the world of man would be cloaked in his vision. In order to help cure this boy's melancholy his father made him work in his garage. For a brief period of time, it seemed that Fyodor was getting better as the boy did like getting to help in the workshop.

This was not the case, as Fyodor was simply biding his time to create a Duel Runner. At the stroke of midnight he rode from his home and across the bleak and snowy landscape to find other settlements of population to torment. He caused mayhem for quite sometime until he got involved in a crash accident, in which police were finally able to apprehend him. While it seemed likely Fyodor was doomed to perish in prison for the rest of his days, a Japanese man showed up out of the blue and managed to get the boy off scot-free. Well not exactly scot-free, because in exchange for freedom from prison he was essentially told that he would go to the Saotome Duel Institute.

Wish: To dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, after ensuring the world was engulfed by darkness and sin.

[SOLAR LEGACY] Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned
Level 8 Dark type Zombie/Synchro/Effect monster
3000 / 2800
(1 Zombie type tuner monster + Dokurorider)
As long as this card is on the field, your opponent cannot target anything else on your side of the field and can only attack this card. If this card is sent from the field to the graveyard, you can banish 1 zombie-type monster from the graveyard: Special Summon this card.

Monster Card
Mechanic of Dokurorider
Level 6 DARK Zombie/Tuner/Effect monster
1500 / 730
When this card is tributed for the Ritual Summon of "Dokurorider", you can special summon this card and its level becomes 2.

Spell Card
He's Going the Distance
Equip
Equip only to a "Dokurorider" monster. When an attack is declared involving the monster this card is equipped to, target up to three of your banished Zombie-type monsters: Shuffle that target(s) back into the deck. If you do, draw a card.

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Zombie World x2
Pyramid of Wonders x1
Temple of the Sun x1
Call of the Mummy x1
Foolish Burial x2
Book of Life x3
Pre-Preparation of Rites x1
Everliving Underworld Cannon x2
Overpowering Eye x1
He's Going the Distance x1*

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Speed Spell - Advanced Ritual Art x1
Speed Spell - Tribute to the Doomed x3
Speed Spell - Brain Control x1
Speed Spell - The Shallow Grave x2
Speed Spell - Acceleration Limiter x3
Speed Spell - Faustian Bargain x2
Speed Spell - Final Attack x1
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash x2

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

[User]
The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had some manner of expression under his helmet. However that would be between him and the Devil. Konstantinovich was watching the incredibly flurry of quick paced moves, which led to many things being summoned.

"FAGGOT, YOU JUST MADE UP THAT CARD! BY THE DEVIL, I SHALL KICK YOUR TEETH IN FOR THAT!" Fyodor yelled out as the clearly forged and ugly designed dragon was placed onto the field. Many other moves happened which led to a familiar event that Fyodor had to deal with.

Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned once again had vehicular troubles. His motorcycle exploded into another fireball of a display. And as to be expected, Heisei rode out of the fireball. Inside that fireball was Skull Servant who simply saluted Dokurorider Heisei before his bones were burned black and he faded away into the aether.

"Skull Servant, your banishment is in duty to the Absolute Sovereign." The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell glanced at the mysterious biker. "So do you have another thousand moves to bore me with?"

[Assistant]
"Your monster is quite the obnoxious one." the biker spat as the Ghoulish Rider's bike-riding skeleton monster reappeared before their eyes. "However. Very well. Then with Dragulas the Vampiric Dragon, I shall strike at your monster! With no other option, Dragulas will strike down Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned. Go! Eternity Dark Burst Stream!"

The dragon (or wyrm really), soared into the air, as the sky darkened slightly. Dragulas spread its wings and raised its head. With another roar, its maw opened, spewing forth a burst of black energy, the beam shooting straight toward Dokurorider Heisei. Then, with a powerful explosion, Dokurider, as expected, remained. It would not stay for long, however, as the last of this monsters in the grave were used up.

The spectral knight was the next to strike, its horse galloping alongside Dokurorider Heisei's motorcycle. The two exchanged blows, and in the explosion, Break Sword's armor had split apart, and in its place, The Phantom Knights of Ragged Gloves and The Phantom Knights of Dusty Robe, both in passive postures. They were in defense mode, unable to attack over the Fyodor's turtle.

"And now that I've defeated your ace monster, I will end my turn." the biker declared.

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The Ghoulish Rider recovered from a brief skid he had from the aftermath of the first blast. He drove back into position on the road as he saw Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned survive another attempt to dethrone him. However, he had no more servants in the grave he could sacrifice when the knight came charging forth. Pyramid Turtle snorted lethargically as the other biker finished his turn.

Fyodor paused for a moment as he allowed the other biker to enjoy a smug sense of satisfaction. It would make it so much better when he broke it. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell glanced towards the biker and began laughing.

"YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN KEEP HIM DOWN!?" He placed his hand over his deck. "Devil, grant me the infernal weapon to send him into the brimstone." Without looking at the card, Fyodor drew it from his deck.

He took count of his speed tokens. He then took note of his monster field. And then, of course. He took note of his Spell & Trap Zone.

"Do you remember?" The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell remarked as he wagged his finger at the other biker. "The beginning of this duel?"

He took a dramatic pause.

"I placed TWO cards down in my SPELL AND TRAP ZONE! WATCH IN AMAZEMENT!"

He flipped the card up to reveal Call of the Haunted. On the roadway a single graveplot opened as engines were roaring.

"DOKURORIDER HEISEI - ABSOLUTE SOVEREIGN OF THE DAMNED LIVES!" Fyodor shouted out as he slammed his newly acquired card down.

"AND GUESS WHAT!? I HAVE SPEED SPELL - FINAL ATTACK! SINCE I HAVE FIVE OR MORE SPEED COUNTERS, I CAN REMOVE TWO OF THEM! DOING SO DOUBLES THE AMOUNT OF ATTACK POINTS MY MONSTER HAS!"

Dokurorider Heisei's engines were burning oil to the absolute limit and it made one hell of a purr as his attack went to 6000. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell pointed straight at Dragulus.

"SHOW THAT LIZARD WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO DETHRONE THE BEST! KILL!" Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned glowed with a hellish aura as he rode straight out of the graveplot. As he was riding through the sky towards the Dragon, he began to drift and slid. With a satisfying slam, his wheels began tearing through Dragulus with ease.

A massive fireball, soaked red in blood, exploded overhead with the force of a supernova. The duel field around shattered apart as Dokurorider Heisei made the killing blow.

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell drifted onto the campus grounds as he performed a finger gun shot gesture at the mysterious rider.

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The biker waited patiently watching the Ghoulish Rider make his move.

"What!?" the biker shouted in amazement as Fyodor activated his speed spell. With its attack connecting- the biker, with no cards that could save him- had lost. He burned out in a firey explosion as Dragulas was slain.

As the duel ended, so did the bus ride. Following Fyodor, the biker skidded onto the outside parking lot, where various cars, mostly of the teachers, were parked. The biker had gotten off his duel runner, the disk disengaging, clicking off his bike. Rather than being strapped on his arm, it was held in his hand. The biker removed his helmet revealing his face.

"Your dueling was dark and passionate. Fitting, for another champion of the undead. I am Fushi Ryunosuke, the Phantom Duelist of Saotome. This will be my last year here." Ryunosuke reached his hand out, gesturing for them to shake.

Mr. O'Dell, before opening the door to the bus, had given everyone a brief explanation of what was going on. On their way out, he handed out maps of the school accompanied with various instructions, telling the students first to head towards the offices to fill in their paperwork.

The offices were located within the classroom buildings, the closest classroom being repurposed for administrative work that the students had to do in order to enter the school. Afterwards, they were sent toward the shop by the cafeteria where they would be fitted for their uniforms before being sent back to the offices where they received the key to their dorm room.

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Fyodor glanced behind him and saw that his opponent dismounted from his vehicle. He removed the cards from his slot and returned them back into his pack, which he zipped shut. Shortly after that, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell got off of his Duel Runner and turned it off, and kept his duel disk firmly attached into his runner. He swaggered over towards his mysterious rival, who complimented his performance and then revealed himself.

The motorcyclist nodded at Ryunosuke. He reached out his own hand to shake Ryunosuke's. "I'm the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell."

After waiting for another dramatic pause, Fyodor spoke once again. "Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich. You get that only because you provided a good chase and appreciate the damned."

He let go of the Phantom Duelist of Saotome's hand. Fyodor began walking away and shot another finger gun gesture at his fellow rider. "Remember to cross roads at Devil's Crossroads before that year is up."

With that he walked off.


[System]
Monster Type: Pangolin
Gender: Male
Occupation: Blacksmith, Aspiring Hero
Weapon?: Sethlan's pride and joy, the Vierhander. A large sword built for two hands, it is expertly crafted yet barely usable by someone of his size.
Armor?: Buster Jacket, a tough, fireproofed, high-necked duster coat he usually wears when smithing. It's a pleasant yet highly visible shade of magenta.
Magic (up to three) :
Riddle of Steel: (Summons a number of magical swords for launching and swinging around. Sometimes with moves similar to a certain boulder-suplexing monster...)
Strike the Iron: (Sethlan summons and hammers on his anvil, unleashing showers of sparks and flames.)

Personality: Sethlan likes to put on a brave face before others, playing the part of the heroic paragon, protecting the innocent and facing danger with a courageous laugh and a flourish. In truth though, he's meek, shy, and a huge pushover, his heroic facade quickly breaking down if no one is convinced of it, and people rarely are. Still, his desire to protect others and fight for good is entirely genuine, and once you get past the cheesy heroism and his somewhat threatening appearance you'll never find a nicer, gentler guy around.

Bio: Born in the Underground, Sethlan lived in a nice home in Snowdin for most of his life, preferring to spend his time indoors where it was warm and cozy. His skittish and reclusive nature made him a natural target of pranks by the other monster kids, until a rather mean-spirited joke got him lost in the Snowdin Forest late one night. Not knowing how to get home, the scared little pangolin wandered through the cold forest desperately alone before he was found by the Royal Guard and spirited back to the safety and warmth of his home. Thankful for his rescue and starstruck by their heroic actions, Sethlan started to spend most of his time hanging out with the Snowdin Canine Unit, his heart set on becoming one of them and repaying their kindness one day. He was a slow learner when it came to fighting though, and when he failed his first test to join the guards it was suggested that Sethlan join in an auxiliary position. He begrudgingly settled on being an armorer for the guards, solely because the forge was the only warm place he could work. Much to his surprise, Sethlan absolutely adored his new position and took to blacksmithing like a fish to water (pardon the expression, Undyne). Happily hammering away in his workshop, he was quite content with the way things were going until someone fell from the surface one day.

His work with the Royal Guards naturally exposed Sethlan to the same stories about humans and their horrible actions as the guards were. Worried that he didn't have the courage or the strength to face a human in battle, Sethlan hid in his workshop when he heard rumors of a human who had emerged from the Ruins. Needless to say it was something of a shock when the same human he had been so afraid of, a child called Frisk, managed to destroy the barrier keeping the humans trapped underground. It took him a while to muster up the courage to venture to the surface with the other monsters, but once he did he moved to the surface permanently and, no longer needing to supply the royal guards with weapons and armor, set up a new workshop to service both monsters and humans. Work was less in demand then before, as smithing was kind of a niche profession on the surface world, but he didn't mind so much as it gave him time to pursue other interests and explore some of the many facets of the human world, including all of their unusual metalworking techniques. He never met Frisk, but after what the human did to bring the Monsters out from underground, Sethlan had nothing but respect for the child and often wracked his brain thinking of something he could make as a gift for Frisk if he ever met the new ambassador one day.

That is, until Frisk disappeared one day. The sense of panic that spread through the monster community at this news was palpable, and it was especially hard for Sethlan to hear. It brought him back to that horrible night when he almost froze to death in Snowden Forest, where he was saved by the heroic actions of the Royal Guard. He may not have known Frisk all that well, but he felt that he couldn't stand by while someone was lost and alone just like he was so long ago. It inspired him to action, and made him realize that it was time to repay the kindness that was done to him. It was time to be a hero!

Appearance: Sethlan greatly resembles a scaly humanoid pangolin. He's a bit on the short and scrawny side, and sometimes gets mistaken for a female, much to his chagrin. His skin is an earthy, mottled shade of green while the scales visible on his head, the ends of his arms, and along his tale are a more forest green color. He has a long prominent snout and curious amber eyes normally hidden behind his bright magenta protective goggles. He also tends to wear protective gear such as heavy boots and gloves, and is never without a trusty set of tools on his belt, but otherwise Sethlan prefers to dress warmly and casually.

"...smooch a ghost? Do...do HEROES do that? I guess I would, if it is....but if it isn't, maybe it would...um..." *trails off*

Also his theme song, just for fun ^_^

Name: Undyne
Monster Type: Fish Lady!
Gender: Fish Lady!
Occupation: Former Royal Bodyguard, Martial Arts Instructor, and TOTAL FREAKIN' BESTIES with Frisk
Weapon?: Energy Spear
Armor?: She has her old armor for special occasions, but she's tough enough to go without it. ;)
Magic (up to three) :
Spears of Justice: Undyne summons multiple magical spears to fling at her enemies.
Stand Your Ground: Green SOUL attack that forces enemies to stand and defend themselves. No running away! FUHUHU!

Personality: Strong-willed and intensely passionate, Undyne puts her heart into everything she does, be it fighting, cooking, or anything in between. Always running at full power, Undyne's endless zeal for what she believes in and her intensely competitive nature can lead her into trouble if she's not careful, and while her overwhelming personality can make it difficult to get along with her, she's very close to those she considers her friends, and some that she considers more then a friend...

Bio: A fiery and hotheaded youth, Undyne found her true calling early on when she was trained by Asgore himself to be a might warrior. Soon enough, Undyne's tenacious cunning and talent earned her a place in the Guard, and she quickly rose up the ranks to become Captain of the Royal Guard. Tasked with defending the monsters from wicked humans and finding the last SOUL needed to break the barrier and free everyone from the Underground, Undyne loved her job and her life, and while she was widely adored by the monsters in the Underground, she dreamed of the day she would slay the last human and collect their SOUL for their beloved king.

Once Frisk fell into the Underground, though, everything changed for the tenacious Captain of the Guard. Touched by the kind actions and the mercy shown by the young human child, Undyne came to believe that humans were just as kind and deserving of protection as the monsters were, and once she went above ground she dedicated her life to protecting all those who were helpless with the same zeal that she always had, monsters and humans alike. She hasn't really had a lot of chances to break out her magic spear, she's been plenty active since leaving the underground, regularly hanging around with Frisk and all of her other friends, helping out her loving girlfriend in the lab and out of it, and learning how to cook without burning the house down. She's lost absolutely none of her combat prowess however, thanks to her regular workout sessions, and whoever is responsible is about to find that out the hard way.

Appearance:

[User] Everything seemed to be going well, as it seems like Mettaton wasn't exactly broken up over this whole body swapping business, that is... until he said that Skylar apparently desperately needed a makeover. I would have said something, but I was too busy trying to figure out the randomness of it all. Skylar commented that she might not survive this, and all I could really manage to say was "Um... good luck?" as if to try to get away from that situation, I turned my attention to Undyne, who was in Chen's body, and screaming at a mirror that they're a wimpy nerd. That gave me a bit of an idea... I rolled up to Undyne, and said "You know... we could set up a challenge, this body has a powerful human-made weapon, right? Well... I bet someone like you can go through the rest of this without it! Heck, that'll surely prove that, no matter what body you end up in, you'll never be a wimp, or a nerd! Just hand me the weapon, and I'll store it away, safely... this body, in this boxy form is nearly indestructible, you know... or, at least, that's what Mettaton always says," I then looked over to where Aria, in Sans' body was, just to make sure that Chen, who I assumed was the small person from all of this, just to make sure that they were focusing more on the lazy skeleton than they were on me. Honestly... I hoped I was right about Chen being in Aria's tiny body, rather than Sans'. Even if Sans never seemed to do anything, I shudder to think what Chen would be able to do with Sans' teleportation, and a weapon of any sort.

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"Just think of it as a dental appointment," the king had told him.

Oddly enough, Sethlan actually enjoyed going to the dentist. Sure it was initially unpleasant, but he liked the feeling afterwards of having clean teeth. It gave him the same sort of satisfaction that he got from finishing a really nice blade, or more recently a well-crafted garden tool (there wasn't much demand for weapons nowadays). If that was what it would be like to apologize for what he did, he certainly felt better about the concept. Or at least he felt he was slightly less likely to have an anxiety attack when he had to apologize to the girl.

Nevertheless, he elected to crouch behind the larger Boss Monster as the group approached the girl, who was standing alongside another human that he didn't recognize. Sethlan didn't want to look like he was leading the group after charging out of the woods like a maniac earlier, and while running around screaming and brandishing a weapon wasn't all that uncommon among monsters, especially if you were involved with the Royal Guard, Sethlan didn't want to cause another situation. At the mention of an apology, he poked his snout out from behind the group and stepped forward.

"U-uj, hey there," he said meekly, trying to look the girl in the eyes but staring at her shoes instead. "I, uh..."

"And if that guy here tries anything to attack her, I will not go easy..." the other human suddenly piped in, his hand resting threateningly on his weapon. "I trained long enough in fencing, don't underestimate me."

Sethlan froze in his tracks, his left eye twitching like mad. A challenge. Any other time, any other place, and Sethlan would have gladly crossed swords with this human without a second thought. No hero would have allowed his honor to be questioned in such a way! Still, Sethlan bit his tongue. He already caused trouble once by charging into battle, and based on that look Asgore had given him earlier, he knew better then to cause it twice. At least the mental picture of him heroically defeating the human in pitched battle over the slight took the edge off his fragile nerves.

"A-anyway, I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I, well, thought I was being attacked back there, so I kind of jumped in before I got a good look. I'm sorry if I hurt or scared you in anyway, that was the last thing I wanted to do, honest."

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Undyne prodded her own Sans-occupied body with her big toe, attempting to rouse the lazybones into action. She stared into her own eyes (a surreal experience to say the least) as they blinked a couple times before silently drooping closed, her head lulling to one side as 'she' began to snore gently. The actual Undyne's eye twitched madly at the sight of this latest feat of laziness on Sans' part.

That lazybones had fallen asleep! In HER body, no less!

Clenching her fists in frustration and outright fury, she prepared to unleash a rage-filled howl at the indignity of this entire situation before she felt a prod on her shoulder. Swinging her head around to give the intruder the evil eye, she came face-to-control-panel with the Underground's favorite TV star.

 "You know..." he said to her cooly, "We could set up a challenge, this body has a powerful human-made weapon, right? Well... I bet someone like you can go through the rest of this without it! Heck, that'll surely prove that, no matter what body you end up in, you'll never be a wimp, or a nerd! Just hand me the weapon, and I'll store it away, safely... this body, in this boxy form is nearly indestructible, you know..."

Something clicked inside Undyne at those tinny sounding words. A challenge...yes of course, that's what this was! This weird bodyswapping thing was a challenge for all of them, and if there was one thing Undyne knew she was good at, fishbody or no fishbody, it was a challenge! Sure this would move all the way past a "lift heavy objects" challenge to the "befriend a puny human" level with this body, but there was still plenty of Undyne under this weird human skin! She didn't need fancy armor or a powerful human-made...wait, weapon?

"A weapon? What kind of weapon?" Undyne asked, a bit of her old enthusiasm coming back. "Is it one of those big swords like in the history books? I know Alphy's keeps saying that the humans don't actually make them but I think if I keep...huh?"

Undyne blinked in confusion as she found the dagger on her, or more accurately Chen's, person. Frowning slightly, she looked at the strange blade from a couple different angles before testing the sharpness of the blade with her finger, only to find it was quite dull. She scowled at the disappointing knife.

"What kind of a weapon is this?" Undyne snarled as she waved it around over her head before handing it over to Mettaton. "I'd be lucky if I could defeat a pack of butter with that hunk of junk!"


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Duchessa Brunisente Scarcella di Castrolibero

The Duchess is the one who *technically* holds the ruling title to the city. She was born into the position, where the Duke married into it.

This means that the Duchess' blood will take priority when determining lineage.

The Duchess herself is a kind woman, often referred to as benevolent. She cares for her subjects and hears all who wish to bring their issues to court. She was known to hold wilder parties than anyone else in her youth. Now, her age has caught up to her, and her knees aren't what they were.

She has some low-level magical powers relating to judgement and justly ruling.
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Duca Salicaro Scarcella di Castrolibero

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NAME Scarcella di Castrolibero

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Feri di Castroliebro

All I wanna write here is that there is a bastard!

This bastard was conceived by the Duchess after her and her husband attended an orgy.

Usually bastards hold a very weak claim to heirdom. But. The Ducal couple has only borne one legitimate heir. The line of succession would go: the heir, the Duchess' sister, the Bastard.

Nobody knows who the other parent is, and this may be a plot hook we can leverage. It's likely they were magical.
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Nicola Veseli di Castrolibero

Brunisente's personal servant. The two are very close, and grew up together. There's a bit of an unhealthy dynamic here which developed from a crossover of two things: the Countess' rank, and the Handmaid's tendency to come out of situations with a better deal than her friend. This extends from youthful courtships where the suitor would run off with the handmaid, all the way to more practical skills where the Handmaid showed much better general hand-eye co-ordination than Brunisente.

All that being said, the two are as close as if they were sisters. They love one another nonetheless.
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Lady Odette Scarcella di Castrolibero

Odette is the sister of Brunisente. She is the head of the military Office in the Ducal court, and has always loved the thrill of the fight. Low-key an adrenaline junkie. She's second in line for the Ducal throne.

She has a strong loyalty to her sister and no interest in ruling. She's a very positive personality, always chipper, and always looking on the bright side of situations. This doesn't mean she's one dimensional - she's known hardship, and she knows when a situation is sombre - she just tends on the positive side of things.

Her leadership as general is well-respected, even among her detractors. The general skill and morale of Castrolibero's soldiers has increased by huge margins since she entered office. This is in large part due to her chipper attitude rubbing off onto her underlings as she trains personally with them.

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Catarina's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at Aïtana's offer to give her the address of the lingerie shop. Genuine surprise was not something she felt often. She blinked a few times, furrowed her brow slightly. Then, from her seat on the ground, she looked up at Aïtana and spoke. Her voice was softer than Aïtana had heard it before. "Yes, actually. I would love the address. Hold on, let me-" she patted down her dress, hoping to find some long-lost slip of paper. Nothing."It seems I don't have anything to write it on, and I am sure I'll forget if you just tell me... Would you do me a favour? I've put some parchment in the top drawer in your lectern over there. There should be ink and pens in the drawer below it. Be a dear and pass them through so I can write the address down."

While Aïtana next spoke, Catarina sliced more bread. She spread a healthy portion of cheese on it and slowly brought it towards her mouth, but forgot to take a bite. Regardless, the bread lingered. Yet again, her brows furrowed. Her lips parted a little and she tapped on the bread crust. Aïtana was certainly giving her a lot to think about. In time, through a fog of thought, she spoke. "I think... yes. You are right. Be... as angry as you will. After all, if this situation were reversed..." she trailed off, snapping out of her thoughts and looking Aïtana up and down. Her captive would surely notice that she was studying her face and body language, drinking in the detail and swirling it around her brain like a fine wine. "I would definitely be a lot more aggressive than you are being now. I suppose it's a luxury for me. Not wanting to hurt you, I mean."

Catarina took a small and disinterested bite from the bread. She chewed slowly, eyes staring down into the loaf. Somewhere deep down, for a short moment, she allowed herself to feel satisfaction. Aïtana was noticably less wilful today. Maybe from the previous night, maybe from the repetitive pain, and maybe from Cata's actions. Maybe even for an internal reason. It would have been nice to know which of these it was, but that was not knowledge she was privy to. Whichever way, she had something to work with now. She had leverage. These suggestions of Aïtana's... they told Catarina what she wanted, far beyond the obvious "escape" and "justice". Whatever value that held. They gave an inkling as to what she thought she could gain. Respect.

Was this about to become easier? She swallowed her mouthful. Only one way to find out.

"I think I should start showing you respect, Aïtana. I acknowledge that I have been less than kind so far, and honestly I have no interest in continuing that. The only issue is... well I don't really know how you would want me to show that. As someone who's more experienced in this than I... how would you do it? And... as someone who's in a less advantageous situation, how could I show you?" She cleared her throat. Short, sharp, polite. "How could I show respect in such a position, I mean... Having you in a cage and all. I obviously cannot let you out, that would destroy me. Even though that's clearly what you want," she said, looking Aïtana in the eyes, pouring earnestness into her voice. Her own eyes glittered with emotion. Maybe she was laying it on a bit thick. But then again, maybe it was just enough. What Catarina found odd was that some of this was genuine. She wasn't saying this just to manipulate - there was some drowned and long-dead emotion below it. Did she really- Let's not think about that right now.

She stood. The old iron key rested heavy in one palm, the light and cheesy bread in the other. Her eyes rested on the second chair at the table. Maybe that quick glance, the appearance of a subconscious acknowledgement, would be enough to get Aïtana to wonder why it was there. Even if only briefly, the seeds could be sown.

But now Aïtana spoke of the book. Perfect! Catarina's face lit up with a smirk. Her previous playful demeanour edged its way back onto her face as she looked at Aïtana under hooded eyes. "Well now, you wouldn't want me to spoil the story for you, would you darling? That would take the fun out of it. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the surprises. Though... I could give you a synopsis if you like. Only if you want to hear, of course. I would loathe to bore..."

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As Catarina spoke, Aïtana kept her gaze on her food, only looking up at her at times. But she was fully aware of every movement, every twitch with the eye her captor was taking. Even if just from the corner of her eye, Aïtana was watching her. She didn't feel tense or stressed. She felt more curious. And she was hungry. So she focused on her food and tried to listen to Catarina without her emotions getting in the way for once.

As much as Catarina's surprise eased Aïtana's mind just a little more - she had managed to surprise Catarina, to break through her masks for a moment -, she was soon to be the one to show surprise as Catarina actually took her up on her offer and asked for the address of her lingerie shop. Aïtana lowered her bread to the table and looked at Catarina with confusion on her face for a moment before she got up. "Of course." She moved through the room. Once she found the items, she took it upon herself to write down the address.

With a couple of steps, she stood in front of the bars that made her room a prison. She folded the paper once, lowered herself down to Catarina's level, and slid the paper through the bars for her to take.

After, she returned to her seat at the table and continued her meal as if nothing had happened. But something had changed. Strange... How one simple exchange can shift something. She wasn't gonna let a little moment like that make her forget how she was still imprisoned, how Catarina had knocked her out with her pain spell before and could do it again anytime she felt Aïtana was being too unpleasant.

But Catarina wasn't done surprising her. She had actually... listened? Aïtana was slowly running out of food. She had been eating a fraction too fast and she needed to slow down before her hands would be left empty. Catarina had just acknowledged what Aïtana had explained. She had admitted that Aïtana had every right to her anger. And that wasn't all. Had she really just confessed that she didn't know how to handle this situation any further? Did Catarina just ask me for advice on respect?

"Uhm..." Aïtana was at a loss for words. How could she give advice in such a situation? Of course, Catarina was correct to assume she could not let Aïtana go if she didn't want to stand up for her crimes. She couldn't help but feel rushes of anger coming up again. Asking to be taught respect but not wanting to be held responsible for her actions, that's just like you, isn't it? But this wouldn't help her. What was her own agenda here? To show Catarina just how much she despised her actions, her morals? Did she want to make sure Catarina went back to hurting her and not really listening? She had undoubtedly surprised her this morning and lifted the mask. If she wanted to get anywhere, she needed to start with keeping it respectful as long as Catarina attempted the same. She was listening. She was asking for help. This could definitely be a sign that there was still room for Catarina to grow. Somewhere, somehow - maybe.

"Well... You could continue to talk to me at eye level. That is a good start. You could also give me the newspapers every morning. I like to read them. I'd appreciate three actual meals per day. I am assuming you were gonna provide that already. And fresh clothes. A big jug of water always refilled and a cup to drink from. I should not have to ask you for water throughout the day. That would be the best beginning, I think."

Catarina rose from her position on the floor. Aïtana noticed the glance to the second chair at the table. She had already guessed that Catarina would use it one of the coming days. She hadn't bothered to think about in what context that would be - she had felt it would have been a more cruel one than shared meals. But it seemed Catarina was missing friendships in her life. She seemed lonely to Aïtana, in that moment. She could've been mistaken though. There would be plenty of other reasons her gaze could have crossed that chair. Maybe she had seen a fly.

"I must admit that I indeed don't feel up to reading. The... situation kind of takes the fun out of that."

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Catarina's eyes met Aïtana's as she reached through the bars to take the address. "Oh why thank you, that was very helpful of you, darling," she said absentmindedly, stashing the parchment in a fold in her clothes. Her mind was on how Aïtana's tone had shifted, even in just those two words. There was mutual ground here, and she felt some satisfaction from that. She was closer to her goal, after all. But there was something else there. They had just interacted as people for the first time since they met, so many years ago. It was odd. She was used to having had that already. She would have to pay the shop a visit the next day.

She listened to Aïtana's requests, nodding to confirm when Aïtana assumed her intention to supply food. The requests were more than fair, those she didn't plan on would be easy enough to fulfill. The only one that could be an issue is the newspaper. If there's anything being published about Aïtana being missing, it could prove an issue. But that's a bridge that could be crossed later.

Then, Aïtana requested water. Catarina let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her forehead. "Fuck, it's always the basics I forget..." she groaned, under her breath. She took a second before speaking clearly again, "But of course, Aïtana. These are all just common courtesy. I did intend to have a basin here for you, refilled daily. Unfortunately, I must have forgot while choosing the books. It will be here tomorrow when you wake. Until then..." she said, trailing off as she saw Aïtana running out of bread. She prepared her some more and passed it through the bars. "Until then, I'll bring you a pitcher, some cups, and the newspaper after we finish this conversation."

Her eyes briefly narrowed as she studied Aïtana. She rubbed her chin and bit her lip, grimacing slightly. "What are your measurements, darling? You may fit into some of my clothes." she said. She was never going to go and retrieve Aïtana's clothes from her lodgings. This would be a terrible idea, as surely someone would know Aïtana was missing by now. Her room would be closely monitored, and pulling any strings to change that would look far too suspicious, even high ranking as she is. "When I visit the shop tomorrow I'll get some spare undergarments, too. Would you like more of the same, or a different style?"

Aïtana's next words made Catarina look at her as if she had just burst through the door shouting nonsense. And, in a sense, that's just what Catarina thought about her words. She blinked a few times. A careful cadence took hold of her voice as she spoke next. "Of all the things you have ever said to me, Miss du'Vall... That is the most shocking. How- wh- uh... How? Please do explain."


[System]
"Surrender and become mine... It is your only option."
Age: She claims to have 18, though many think she is younger.

Race: Human.

Personality: Ellis is someone quite monotone in the way she talks, showing no emotion neither in her expressions or her words. However, this doesn't mean she is emotionless, rather, she does indeed have lots of emotions, and most of them are full of perverted-ness. Do not be fooled by her child-like exterior, since inside her resides one of the most perverted creatures that have ever walked through Earth, and one with a really odd sense of modesty too. She has no sense of decency whatsoevr and kisses everyone she meets the first time she does. She is also quite the oddball, often saying she is in fact, a succubus.

She also likes to play tricks and annoy other people, mostly those she would consider her rivals. She prepares traps, pranks and things of the like to infuriate others, often getting out of line because of them. While some thought at first that it was a childish attempt to get attention, they were proved wrong after people tried to shower her with enough attention for her to be satisfied, but that changed nothing, as Ellis had only acquired easier targets for her pranks, as well as favorite victims for them. Ellis continues to prank others even to this day, and often gets on the nerves of others just by using her sharp tongue.

While she could be described more as an imp rather than a devil, because of her more childish personality in general, she is still rather twisted.

Powers and Abilities: TBR

Background: TBR

[User]
The truck shuddered with every bump in the road and every little stop, shaking the Japanese stowaway from any attempt at getting a good rest. Hiding out in the back corner of some kind of shipping truck probably wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd done it on impulse, he didn't think the whole process through and now he was god-knows-where . Actually, now that Arata though about it, that described his whole adventure so far. A series of stupid decisions leading to lots of regret. Gah, he should've never left Japan in the first place.

The truck stopped abruptly for the umpteenth time, as Arata heard words spoken in a language he couldn't much understand. It sounded Asian though, but that was probably to be expected when entering a Chinese shipping truck. The teen listened silently. Upon the sound of footsteps circling around the vehicle, Arata's eyes widened. 'W-Wait. Is-Is this it? What happens if they find me back here? No - gah - that's dumb, I'm a ESPer with a good power, I can deal with it, I can deal with it,' the teen ESPer thought, glancing around his immediate surroundings. Other than the shipments of what seemed to be food items, there wasn't much to work with. No openings to warp or anything. 'That's alright...that's alright,' he reassured himself glancing to the doors on the back, 'I just gotta be quick enough to designate, calc, and run, ne?'

A moment after the first ray of light shone into the area, Arata was gone, sprawled on the pavement a several meters from the truck. "Gah..." he groaned, picking himself up off the ground as an announcement blared in the background. Something about foreigners, ESPers, and a C2 building. Unfortunately he didn't really catch it in between the whole 'temporarily shortening the fabric of space as casually as one would solve a simple maths equation' thing. Admittedly one of the more simple applications of his power - just a basic shortening and extension with no significant modification to the space - and very, very useful for quick movement. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was running from responsibilities, which made it useful twofold. Haha.

A shame Arata was lost though, maybe then he could have put it to better use. At least he knew he was still in China, based on the surroundings. "Umm... He-Hello, sir?" Arata asked the nearest bystander, stopping from his assault on the laws of physics to inquire about what exactly he was to do, "What did that, uh, announcement say... exactly?"

The man looked at the dirty, vagrant-like young man and sighed. "Curfew is in effect, and all foreigners go to the C2 building," he said in shoddy, but understandable Japanese before pointing at a building yonder, "It's that one. It is not far of a walk." He then proceeded to say something in what was probably Chinese. The tone wasn't very nice, so Arata just did his best to laugh it off and think on the positive side. "Thanks, mister," he said before heading to the C2 building.

'I should probably get a change of clothes and a shower when I can... I don't think anyone appreciates my disheveled appearance right now,' Arata thought, 'Hopefully I'll find something at this 'C2 building' place'

[Assistant]
Collab Post with Mira Akio and Haruna
"Yakuse-Lǎoshī! Hi!" She catches up with them, My names is Mei Fang Huang! It's always cool to catch up with my best friend and father figure teacher, Yakuse-san. I've known them ever since and they've always stood by me. More like yeah, literally. My Father is the Prime Minister of this country but still for a position like that he rarely have time for me so I stay with my best friend and his Uncle's house all sometimes, if not all the time. They need not worry because I am the one who cooks all the delicious food! More like I cook with my hearts content I glomp them both as always, my pleasure to greet the people who takes care of me.

"Mei, stop you racketing. It's embarrassing. Besides aren't you going to visit the C2 Building? We can't just go inside, only rich people are allowed to go." He said with a dismayed and reluctant voice.

I replied. "Stop complaining Min-Min! I got this covered. Sides, you guys always get the good stuff when I'm around. I'm sure Dad's men will let us pass by." That's right, Dad always lets us pass by. In our case anyway, most of the people here are free to go because they are financially stable enough to afford such thing, the way Dad rules the country is half assed and some people might not even enter the C2 Building because of valid IDs. Only the lucky ones get to the building.

Ming Yu just sighed and let it go, "Fine, Uncle. Let's go, I couldn't give a single shit and I always wanted to meet Richard Queen in person. OHH!! LOOK WHO DECIDED TO SHOW UP." He smacks the brat looking girl right to her head. Ming Yu isn't cool with her antics of being late."Yeah! Yeah! Good weather, don't be stupid and believe the weather forecast, it's clearly cloudy. We're not in the opposite world, Ellis. Tch.. don't change the topic. Uncle! We need to go to the C2 Building. You promised that since last week right? With Mei we can get in there." Richard Queen is Ming Yu's inspiration. His grades in school aren't that bad but his Science and Math are the only thing that's good.

Hehehe, I'm so trolling them right now."Bleeeh. Min-Min. Dad just said we can go to the building, it is free. He just announced it and I personally know Dr. Queen." I pat his head.

Ming Yu replied furiously."IDIOT! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He breathes heavily like a dragon.

I said."That's because you're not a good listener and even in school you have low grades. Anyway, Yakuse-sensei, let's go! We don't want to hear Min-Min whine all day, don't we? Hahaha!" Right, I twisted the situation again. Making him believe that what I said was true but it was a joke to make Ming Yu confused and puzzled. CONFUZZLED! To be honest with all my energy. I forgot to notice Ellis."Hi Ellis!"

He replies to them. Grabbing the both of them with their hands."Uncle! Let's not waste time. Tch... talking about attention span, you're the one with short attention span." He said to them.

Dr.Richard Queen

Near C2 Building
This man is a descendant of Elias Queen the mother of magic and technology, he is the host for tonight's event. He is China's top 10 Scientist and one world's top ranking investor and the man who currently runs to Queen Labs Institute and funds Chengdu Moshu Yanju. Tonight will change everyone's mind about what he's going to show. He made a hologram contact with 3 of the existing H-W.M.D Espers. "People. Get ready, we're gonna make one hell of a presentation. Mr. Arata, Mr. Amamiya, Ms. Miller. Remind me to correct Prime Minister Huang about having only two Espers. I need you guys ASAP on C2 Quadrillion Stage where all events are held, we're going be facing hundreds and thousands out there."

[User]
Name: Masayume Yakuse

"Like I said, call me Masayume in public"

Warned him lightly. Even though they're pretty close having a student calling him with his given name is still pretty embarrassing.

The residences of Masayume household are what you would call eccentric people. Yang Ming-Yu, a boy on his rebellion stage. Mei Fang Huang, the commuting wife (通い妻). And Ellis Val Sonata, the thorny petite girl. The three of them, excluding Ellis who will enroll shortly in the future, are Yakuse's student in Chengdu Moshu Yanjiu Academy. Just few years ago Yakuse was living a tranquil life, spending each day all alone. But once he taken Ming under his wing, things changes. Mei began to show up at their place from time to time and slowly become a daily routine. And by the time they know it she became part of the family. Same goes with Ellis. And then there's her... a little girl whom he taken in few weeks ago.

"I guess that is everyone"

He stated, and lead everyone to the C2 Building. C2 Building is what you would call a "Event Hall" in a MMO. It has size nearly twice of a baseball stadium and can hold most of the citizen of the city. From here there is a stair which lead you to the lower level emergency shelter in case of something to happen, ensuring your safety. The inside of the building itself is spacious as you would expect and is filled with glass panel to project images.

These glasses are called "Photon Glass" A multipurpose glass that can be utilized into various interactive uses. It can display any images and also work as a touch panel. These photon glass are placed throughout the cities as replacement for TV screen, notice signs, banisters, vending machine display, table, counter, and so on. It's part of daily life in this floating City of Tian Jin.

Yakuse sensed a bad feeling about this "event" the city is held. Furthermore...

[Assistant]
Ellis Val Sonata
"Ouch. That hurt." Ellis caresses her head, after being hit by Ming. Her tail also dropped down, seemingly sadder. "You are a meanie, Yang. I heard that's how humans make conversation. How they 'break the ice'." Ellis said, puffing her cheeks, even though her poker face remained the same otherwise than that. Her tail moved around, seemingly pretty angry. She then turns to Mei. "Hi Fang. You seem to either have a slow reaction time or are rude enough to actually ignore my precense." Ellis said, her tail moving around with joy yet again. Still, the lack of emotion in her voice might confuse things. "That was a joke, by the way."

After that, she saw Masayume, tilting her head. "Where are we going?" Of course, Ellis had no intention of climbing down from Yang's shoulders, putting his face between her thighs and squeezing it. "We are going to that 'C2' place? Is it tasty?" Even if she tried to feign ignorance, it would be impossible for her not to know what it was. It was the place where those strong guys would gather. "Ne, Yang, what's gonna happen? Someone's fighting or something?"

Amamiya Kaito ~ Sonar
"Finally! We getting some action! Not real action, but I can cope with this." Kaito said, standing up from his seat and moving his head around for a bit. "So, Arata and Miller, huh? No idea of who they are, but let's hope they are tolerable, not like that gal that dared call herself a teacher." Kaito put his hands in his pockets and walked away, to the quadrillion-whatever that guy had talked about. He still had to ask for some directions.

"I wonder who's great idea it was to turn this into a labyrinth... Well, I should stumble upon it sooner or later." Kaito continued his aimless stroll, until finally reaching his destination. "Damn, I almost got lost there... Still the first one to arrive, huh? Well, no matter." He went to a nearby wall and leaned on it, before opening his eye and seeing the state of the room he was in. It was fairly messy, yes, it was the backstage of some grandiose place after all. "Goddammit, you guys. Clean this place a bit, won't ya?" Unable to control his urge, Kaito walked around the room, fixing it for it to look a bit better, worrying about little details that only someone with OCD would notice. It'd be a long time before he was finally satisfied.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Her muscles are more tone, and looks more cheerful. She is 170 cm and binds her chest.

Rank: PFC
Class: Shocktrooper
Weapons and Equipment:
* T-MAG 1
* B-Type M1
* Ragnaid
* Shocktroop armor
* Revolver

Personality:
Cecilia is a tomboy. Rough and tough. Sticks to the guys and doesn't mind a good old brawl. Pretty simple actually. Courageous, and outgoing, not easily hated, and a strong sense of justice. She isn't interested in girly-girl stuff like make-up and dresses, but she doesn't mind hanging out with some of her friends as they do that stuff. She gets along well with everyone, but her sense of justice can be overbearing. Or is it just her sense for violence?

Bio:
Growing up, Cecilia was a daddy's girl. Always looking up to her father. He was a martial artist and part of the local police. With a strong sense of justice, he taught her little girl martial arts and how to fight. Inheriting that sense of justice, Cecilia would fight off all bullies.

The boys and the girls got along with her though. She may have been strong, but she was outgoing and did all sorts of fun, crazy and dangerous things. But whenever it was time for her to 'defend' for someone, they backed away, keeping some distance. She doesn't really realize it herself too much, but she loves to fight and violence. She won't act on it until it can be used for 'justice', though.

Her family was fairly average, and her town was fairly peaceful. As she got older, she became stronger and more independent. Eventually it was her time to enroll for military training. With the training drills and hand-to-hand combat, she was fully in her element. She would charge in, gun on full auto, spraying the fake enemy lines. In cases of hand-to-hand beating people senseless. Yet, there was no sense of justice. She was excited, but felt it was lacking something. So, finishing off her training, she went back home, and followed her father's footsteps.

Eventually though, the war had reached Gallia, and with her sense of justice, she volunteered to fight for her country and get in on some of the action. Her father gave her his prized revolver and her mother gave her some ragnaid both of them to protect her and wish for her safety.

Personal Potentials:
* Ammo Refill - Always could use with more shots
* Big Sister - I'll protect those close to me
* Bloodthirsty - There's killing to do!
* Challenge Lover - Justice will prevail!

RP Sample:
As a child
"Hey, what do you think you guys are doing over there? Picking on a little girl! Cecilia called out to the boys picking on a girl not much younger than her.
"What do you want huh!?" They replied.
"You guys are nothing but bullies! You deserve to be punished."
"Punished? HA! By who?"

Cecilia calmly walked up to the boys.
"Oh look at this, defending her are you? Get her!"
With that she smiled. Her face smiling a devilish grin, as she dodged the first punch by ducking low, and punching the boy below the belt. He writhed in pain, as the others started to charge in. She went to beat on the boy writhing in pain, before using him to shield a blow from the others. Continuing to smile, she threw the boy into the others and started to beat them all senseless.

As the boys writhed in pain, she dusted herself off. "Now then, no more picking on anyone, got it?" she smiled, an innocent smile.

Now
"Hey guys, how you doing?" she called out to the familiar looking men. "Hey Cecilia."
"You guys have changed recently."
"Ha ha ... yeah ... After going through that so many times ..."
"Going through what? Justice?"
"Uh ... Yeah .... Anyway ... we got work so laters."
"Well keep up the good work."
Looks like they finally know about the power of justice. Cecilia smiled to herself walking away.

[User]
Celeste
A last second addition before they set off. Except she was apparently drunk and had no weapon or kit. The sergeant had given the drunk mess an order to take Kyo's SMG, and scrounge up a kit from the dead Imps. But sobering her up? Celeste could only hope the patrol would do the trick. As she hadn't had the chance to grind up what coffee beans she had brought. "Well, you're going to be sobering up with a patrol. No arguments here, place ain't safe for you to take a nap. Not during the day anyway." Celeste placed a hand on her hip, looking at the woman, waiting for anything she had to say, along with responses from others. She still needed to know if the others assigned to her knew what a wedge was.

Brenna
The vista was beautiful. It was shame she hadn't brought a sketchpad. But oh well, she'd enjoy this little picnic for one. A few birds chirped from the nearby tree. And Brenna could see a family of ducks relaxing in a nearby pond. She also could have swore she saw a fawn in the distance.

A nice mid-day picnic by herself. She was happy. The sounds of war couldn't reach this place. She didn't know where this place was, but it was great. But she did wonder if she'd ever see Lilly or the others at some point. Admittedly, she did miss them.

"Huh? That's odd." Brenna looked up at the sky, it looked like a crack had spread all across the sky. She also noticed the birds had gone quiet. Everything about the world had been silenced for no reason. The crack suddenly started to widen. A hellish red sky seen through the crack. Scared, she looked around quickly, the ducks were gone, in fact, all life besides her had disappeared. Trees were dead, and the crack had quickly opened, turning the sky a hellish red. The ground mimicked the colors, along with fires in a distant forest. "Why? Valks why?!"

Then everything crashed, and she sprung awake in a cold sweat. Brenna looked terrified, and stared at a wall for a few seconds before realizing where she was. Turning her gaze to see the Sergeant and a new Darcsen in a room with her, and also saw Lilly leave the room.

Skye
Skye was getting ready to go with the patrol when the sergeant pulled her off to the side and asked for her help. Not arguing with his decision, she went with him. They had some injured it seemed, and arriving in the room, it seemed like the ragnaid had helped with any major injuries. But the order to check on one of the injured was new one for her. She apparently got a nasty hit on the head at some point during the fight. She knelt in front of the woman, and placed the back of her hand on Durandal's forehead, felt about normal. Though it was hard to tell how the brain inside was fairing. She snapped her fingers a couple of times near her face to wake her, knowing that slapping her face and shaking her would be no better, if not, worse than the hit she received.

[Assistant]
Well, apparently, he was supposed to help one of the other female soldiers (geez, the Sergeant must be swimming in pussy), but she had already finished up with most of everything, pretty much invalidating Harald's orders. With a shrug, Zeal complied with the other set of orders instead, that of simply…patrolling. Patrolling with yet another female, a lancer by the name of Celeste, apparently, as well as YET ANOTHER FEMALE, who had came in drunk with no equipment. Lots of pretty names, all things considered, and he was quite a fan of the dark-haired beauty thing that both of them had going on.

Of course, the stench of alcohol from Cecilia was less than endearing, but at least she was a fellow shocktrooper! She looked like the tough sort, so if any Imps do pop out of the woodwork, hopefully this Cecilia would be drunk enough to cover up for Zeal's own inadequacies. Ah, he really wasn't looking forward to a firefight this early on, and hopefully it won't be a thing at all.

Following the two of them to the tank (probably destroyed by Celestine and her big, thick rocket lance, Zeal paid close attention as she detailed the route of the patrol, not even disappointed at how repetitive she made it sound. He'd have plenty of time for sightseeing anyways. Probably ask some questions concerning the establishments and all that. Get nice and chummy with the blue-eyed Lancer. Maybe score a few hits on the drunk shocktrooper as well.

"Well then," Zeal said, his Mags MXX slung over his chest, "Mind giving a tour of the place during the patrol, Coporal? I've only been here for five minutes and all, so it'd be nice if you could point to me where everything is during our walk."

"And you have any specific ideas on how we'll position ourselves wedgely? Or is it fine just to get into that shape?"

[User]
Alex Glaive

"Footsteps... Harald and the others"

Alex muttered out a few words as she awoke from her slumber, her keen senses having picked up on the fact that her fellow troopers were now awake as well. With a groan she gripped the edges of the rather comfy chair she had discovered in the rooms and shifted herself up a little to peer out of the window. She had set up the chair in such a way that she would have been ready the moment that something happened but luckly it was really unneeded, no counter attack or anything.

"New people?"

She questioned as she heard some unfamiliar steps from down below, it was both worrying and happy that they may have gained some backup. Reaching up to the roots of her hair she flowed a strained of her hair down in front of her face, it had started to lose the color of the black white and return to its platinum blonde roots, this would be bothersome on the battlefield where she would be unable to redye it. Grabbing her cap she placed it on her head to hide her imperial features before standing up from the chair, making sure to grab her rifle on the way to the door.

Food is what she craved for right now and that is what she would hunt, or just go downstairs where someone was sure done cooking by this point. On the way she encountered Harald and Skye, she made sure to give a greeting before she continued on "Sergeant." After arriving downstairs she noticed one of their number was a little more dazed than normal, though not many were not morning people she was sure that this was something more? "Lilly, are you ok?" Shifting from behind the girl she made her way to one of the chairs as she awaited a answer.

[Assistant]
Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

A dozen concerns ran through Harald's mind as he checked over Sykora's unconscious form. Her pupils were dilating properly, heartbeat was alright... Unfortunately his rudimentary medical training didn't go much further than that. Not for the first time did he curse the lack of a trained medic on the team. His brow furrowed as he agonised over what to do if they didn't awaken. However the sound of rustling sheets from behind was a hopeful sign and he turned to find a dazed-looking Jatmoore rising from the bed. 'Good morning, Private. You're a sight for sore eyes. We're still at Le Haye Sainte, although we'll be pushing on tonight.' He paused uncertainly as Lilly's expression fell, then quickly averted his eyes as the girl turned about. Who the hell stripped her off..? Hunt..? No, surely not... Regardless of who the culprit was, Harald was sure that it had been done with the best of intentions. Still, putting a near naked young woman before a lonely man was a dick move if ever there was one. He focussed furiously on a knot in the wooden wall, determined not to try sneaking a peak. But by the Valks, was it hard... Once the rustling of clothes had been replaced with the clanking of armour and boots, he ventured a look back over his shoulder, just in time to see Lilly descend the staircase to the kitchen. '... take it easy now. And eat some stew.', he added after some thought.

'Well...' Harald gave Skye an awkward smile. 'That was... entertaining.' He looked down at Brenna, suddenly keenly aware that someone had stripped her too... and that her eyes were wide open. 'Whoa, whoa there... Just sit back, Sykora. You're safe.' Another set of footsteps came down the stairs and Harald turned to give Glaive a morning wave. 'Could you keep an eye on Jatmoore? Think she still needs watching for a while.' Once she had left, Harald turned his attention back to the stricken soldier before him. Brenna had been sweating profusely, most likely all night. He still didn't know what her injuries had been, but Harald theorised that it had been some kind of head injury. There was a lot of that going around. 'Just take it easy, no rush to get up. And uh...' He paused, looking away awkwardly. 'Might want to keep yourself covered.' Whoever had stripped the girls had done a very thorough job of it. He hoped that it had been Celeste, for decency's sake.

[User]
Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau

Been told that someone named "Stichler" was in charge of her, without a chance to get some rest, and being handed a spare weapon while being told to scourage for equipment from Imperials, Cecilia smiled, half hung over, half drunk and a whole lot of "Oh my fucking god! I am so screwed! What the fuck happened!?". Been given an old SMG and a kit from a few Imperials, Cecilia looked at the one named Stichler. A female Corporal.  "Well, you're going to be sobering up with a patrol. No arguments here, place ain't safe for you to take a nap. Not during the day anyway." Corporal Celeste ordered her. "Yes Ma'am" she replied, with her hand half holding her head as she saluted.

It appeared she was to patrol with the Corporal and one of the new male recruits who were recruited in a more suitable fashion than drunk and sleeping in the APC. The Corporal was a lancer, and a young woman with straight black hair like her own who had a surname, indicating that she wasn't a Darscen. The male recruit, looking at his uniform, was a private shocktrooper, who was just a tad shorter than herself. While on patrol, her steps were clearly not steady, due to still being half hung over and half drunk. Probably a couple of hours before sobering up.

Her stomach grumbled. "Uh... So hungry. This is what happens when you get drunk and then decide to sleep in one of the vehicles to hide from the senior officers the next morning. You get recruited, with a hangover and with no food. Ain't that a wonderful deal! Should do it more often." Cecilia sarcastically jested, laughing a little at her own little bit of misfortune. Nonetheless, she was out in the field, and could soon serve some "justice". She turned to the private, introducing herself, "Hello there private! I'm Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau. Nice to meet you." She continued to follow the Corporal for the patrol, slowly sobering up.