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Nickname/Title: Calamity Queen
Appearance:(ignore the gunblade), and add a black cloak with a hood.
Race: Human, although she views herself as a shade.
Class: Necromancer
Main-Hand Weapon:Double Edged Battle Scythe
Off-Hand Weapon: Find someone who wields a normal scythe with one hand effectively :P
Secondary Weapon: Her lips
Armor: Cloth
Powers:
-Necropolis: The mainstay of almost all necromancy, this allows her to summon up either skeleton or zombie creatures. Skeletons have the advantage of damage dealing, but are more brittle than their fleshier counterparts, who in turn, deal less damage. The more numerous/powerful the summon(s), the more it costs.
-Shadow Step: A more effective method of dodging attacks. Whenever an attack is about to hit, she will seemingly dissipate into the shadows, before appearing elsewhere. Can also be done for movement to a hard to reach location, or surprise attacks. Range and strength of natural shadows in the surroundings dictate how much life it costs.
-Devouring Kiss: A seemingly simple spell, this is also one of the most important spells that allows Suki to stay alive. She basically kisses someone, regardless of gender, and can either drain them of energy, or their life. The former has the advantage of not killing the target, but the later is more efficient in sustaining her.
Skills:
-Seducing: She has gotten rather capable of seducing someone, mostly to keep herself alive. With her looks complimented by the dress, it isn't too hard to do.
-Stealth: When required, she can be extremely stealthy, moving silently at an acceptable pace, which is something one can't exactly do with heavier armor.
-Information Gathering: Combining both her abilities to seduce someone, and her stealth capabilities, it's not surprise that she can gather information.
Weaknesses:
-Dying Life: Necropolis and Shadow Step have a cost. Compared to most spells and magic styles, which consume the caster's energy, necromancy based spells consume the caster's life. Thus, requiring the caster to consistently drain someone to keep herself alive.
-Active Dodge: Despite having the Shadow Step spell, it is an 'active' spell, meaning she has to deliberately cast it. If a surprise attack hits her, it's going to hurt, especially with the cloth armor.
-Thin Armor: Cloth armor, while extremely light and allows for agile movement, doesn't give way much in terms of taking hits.
-Easily Flustered: Despite having to kiss to keep herself alive, Suki is flustered quite easily. This is evident when she tries to kiss someone she knows
Personality: Cautious and prone to hiding, one might find Suki hard to associate with. Not because she's violent, or unsocial or anything of the like. It's just that you might have a hard time finding her. And even when you manage to get we to talk, she seems to talk rather softly.

However, once you get to know her, and gain her trust, she becomes a rather useful and adorable companion. Whenever tired, she would not be afraid to use someone as a lap pillow, nor be used as a hug pillow herself, despite blushing very profusely. Also, she will come to you for a kiss quite often.

Whenever scared, she has a habit of squeezing herself into a small corner or a tight space between furniture, the look of doom gloom on her face.
Background: Coming from a village that had religion as a pillar of support, it isn't too hard to imagine what kind of suffering Suki had went through just for being born with the powers of a 'demon'. Consistently being chased away from others, even having rocks thrown at her.

Having to survive on her own, she found her way through rather underhanded methods. By far the most effective seemed to be seduction, before draining her victim into unconsciousness.

Nowadays, she moves around consistently, since most of her victims would be out to look for her, and churches would be out to hunt her down.
Other:

[User]
Suki only continued to watch, before slipping out from the group without making too much noise. Choosing to take a winding, diverging route, she slowly made her way back towards the ruined town. What she was here for, was her scythe. She had left it somewhere in the ground, when Separ carried her, and she wanted it back.

Granted, it was only a simple scythe by design, nothing decorative, but it served her well. However, glaring at the rubble in her way, she frowned, before choosing to slip through between the larger pieces of rubble that almost formed an alleyway, making her way deeper into the city.

[Assistant]
Alula watched in interest as Kelvin and the merchant continued to haggle prices. She tugged her hat down over her eyes as the man mentioned orphanages. Even if that would be far safer to live in a home for parentless children then traveling with a group of first time adventurers, she said nothing. She found the man's tone slightly cynical, but nothing she would really bat an eye at. The rest of the party seemed rather quick to jump down his throat. But she understood. Alula shivered, tugging on her hat again.

The young girls outburst was rather odd as well. The child was being rather outspoken and rude for one so young, and she could stand to learn some manners. It wasn't wise to lash out in such a way, especially around the man who had saved her life. Again, Alula understood. And Alula shivered.

She watched in silence as Carver again intervened, playing the mediator, when Kelvin and the merchant seemed to be unable to find an agreement. She frowned when he mentioned her name, however. Equating her to the children and innocent of the party. If only they knew. She kept herself from speaking out, she knew the man just wanted what was best. After awhile the voices informed her that someone had tried to sneak away from the party. It would be best to mention it before things got too carried away.

"We may...need more then...thirty minutes..." Alula slurred slowly, pulling the rim of her hat down over her eyes. "The girl...has returned to the town...she took measures to...not be detected by you all..." She shivered. "We...I...believe...it would be best...to wait for her here...if she wanted us...to follow she would have...told us to."

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Des followed Carver, he seemed to be the only one who made sense. "Earlier, you said we are all children of the Sun. Does that make you my brother?" If this guy was Des's family then he might know something about Des's past.

Suki's staff was Exactly where she had left it. There was something slightly suspicious about the fact that it was the only thing left untouched, even more so sense her skeletons lay destroyed beside it.

[Assistant]
Upon Carver's command Furnace immediately started to break down a tent, attempting to mimic him as well as possible.
 "We should wait here for her then? Have these goods collected in packages for transport by the time she returns? If she returns."
He asked, thinking aloud.

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Separ

This was a bad situation for sure, the girl Separ had tried so hard to save was now back in the lions den, but for what reason? Was there something she needed to do in that town that was worth risking such danger? As much as Separ wanted to leave for safety, he couldn't find it in his heart to just leave her behind like that, especially after all that hard work he put in trying to save her. Feeling as though some type of disaster may fall upon the girl, Separ took off his backpack and laid it on the ground before walking over to Carver. "I'm going to go after the girl. You keep everyone else safe and continue on towards the next town over. I'll catch up with you there. Just don't follow after me as moving in a big group could attract unwanted attention. If any of you gets injured there's a medical kit I purchased earlier inside the backpack." Separ looked over at his group and smiled. "So I'll see you later then I guess." However when he saw Alula he felt a bit funny, something was nagging at him making him feel uncomfortable. He stared at her for a minute awkwardly before looking away not wanting to creep her out any longer. Deciding to ignore this feeling his attention turned towards Kelvin. "You have explosives right? Do you mind if I take a stick of dynamite as well as something to light it in case of an emergency?" Asked Separ in a rather serious tone. The last thing he wanted to do was blow up a whole area but if it meant surviving the enemy forces it could be useful in a pinch.

[Assistant]
Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to?

The boot was worth more than she was!

"Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again."

Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself.

"...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken."

'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.'

In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town.

'What a shame; we were almost finished.'

Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins.

"Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?"

"I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed.

"From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."

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Every stick neatly sorted by length. Every sheet of cloth folded in precise squares, piled and bound.
Furnace wrapped every object he owned as well as all other unattended objects in rags and bags.
Divided into equal shares, or at least a close approximation. One package for each person here to carry.

Furnace looked at Carver as he stood beside his work.
It was clear on his face he took pride in it, that he hoped for approval.
"We will take these things to 'that way', right?"

[Assistant]
Alula had noticed Separ staring at her, but really took no mind. The man was strange, and so was she. Most of the time people payed her no mind, but when they noticed her she was truly the center of their attentions. She didn't like it. Once the man turned away, after staring at her for minutes, she tugged her hat down over her eyes.

She didn't keep quiet for long, however, as she noticed something while Furnace was packing up camp. There was something on his forehead, something drawing her in. Once the gnome was finished with his task, looking quite proud, Alula limped over to him. With a bit of ungraceful struggle, leaning on her staff for support, she knelled down in front of him.

With a strangely sudden movement, one someone might miss if they had blinked, Alula's hand whipped up and moved the gnomes hair off of his forehead.

She studied the marking with a strange intensity, her expression looking distressed.

"Furnace..." She started, looking into his eyes. "Where...when...did you get...this..."

[User]
Furnace flinched when Alula suddenly touched his head.
Surprisingly close and with eyes filled with concern.
Furnace stared back at her in confusion, then at his empty hands before looking back at her.
"What did I get?"

[Assistant] Suki frowned as she looked at her scythe. She had a knack for noticing things unusual, and this was quite odd. It hadn't been touched, left where she dropped it. That, and her skeletons alongside it, in pieces. However, standing here was not going to solve her problems. Taking a breath, she reached down, before grabbing the scythe.


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Age: 23

Appearance:

Profession: Impalement Artist

Bio: Kathryn, or Kate as her friends call her, was an orphan from the night she was born. She was left on the front walk of an orphanage and nearly froze to death that night until a caretaker heard her weak cries and brought her in. She was raised there, becoming close friends with another young girl who had been taken in. At the age of 7, she and her friend ran away from the orphanage and found themselves as part of a traveling circus. That is where Kathryn was really raised, taking an interest early on in the art of impalement, specifically throwing knives. Eventually, she proved her worth and earned her own act in the show, though she had plenty of scars to show her journey.

Name: Elijah Petrova

Age: 27

Appearance:

Profession: Animal Caretaker/Impalement arts assistant

Bio: Eli grew up in the circus, his father being one of the main proprietors of the many animals the circus required for its shows. He knows many trades within the show, after all he basically lives and breathes the ring. After his father's passing, Elijah decided to remain with the circus and continue his legacy with the various animals. He also helps Kathryn with her knife throwing act, since they had met when they were both young, they learned the trade together. She convinced him eventually to let her thrown sharp pointy objects at him, and he eventually grew to trust her with his life.

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Kate and Elijah shuffled back stage, each of them trying to resist from going into shock after what had just happened. Kate was attached at Eli's hip, but the doctor who had arrived soon split them apart. She pushed her way through the people, making sure she kept an eye on him all the way to an area that was marked off for this very instance.

Kate nearly shoved a knife in the doctor's neck when he tried to tell her that she would have to wait outside of the curtains while he assessed Elijah, refusing to let him out of her sight after what just happened. The doctor agreed only after she threatened to strap him to a board and use him as target practice herself.

The doctor looked Eli over, noticing the blood splatter that covered his entire torso, as well as Kate's hands. But, finding nothing medically wrong with him, he eyed them both suspiciously.

"Is this some trick? I am here for real emergencies, not as a continuation of your little illusion." He scribbled on a piece of paper and pulled back the curtain of the makeshift room to let them both out.

"I give you approval for making the incident so realistic, however. You had me convinced with the blood." Kate and Elijah both tried to explain that the blood was real, as well as what they claimed had happened, but the doctor simply waved them off and returned to his station should he be needed for a real accident.

Elijah walked away with a hand on his neck where the knife had pierced his flesh. He remained silent, and Kate followed him to a pair of chairs that sat at the edge of the backstage, looking on to the show ring.

"Eli?" Kate frowned and looked at her friend, "Are you alright?"

Elijah remained silent for another moment, staring out on at whatever act was currently on. He didn't look at her as he spoke, his voice low and unchanging. "You hit me. Your knife pierced my neck. I felt the blood gushing out of me and my vision blurred." He exhaled and looked down at his feet. "And then nothing. The bleeding stopped, I could see clearly, the wound was gone." He looked at her now with glossy eyes, "How?"

Kate swallowed hard, knowing that the most damaging part was that she had told him that everything would be okay, and then it wasn't. Her brow furrowed as she looked at him. "Eli, I've no idea what just happened. But please, I beg you, believe me when I say that that knife was not on a path towards you. I am sure of that." Her eyes were pleading him to forgive her, fearful that she had lost his trust for good.

Eli sighed again, and remained quiet as he looked at her. Finally, he blinked and nodded slowly. "I believe you. Honestly, the most unbelievable part of the whole bit was that you hit me in the first place." A small smile was restored on his face and he patted Kate on the knee. "But..." his face drew a curious mask, "something odd is going on here..."

The two of them watched the other acts as the show continued as it should. As they watched, they began to noticed peculiar differences in this show from any other... minor things that seemed to alter the acts to make them more appealing to the crowds. When it was Claire's turn to perform, Kate watched on curiously, but a hint of nervousness gnawed at her as well.

Strangely enough, her performance seemed to go on as planned, that is until she heard something odd. Kate had to blink a few times and scan the ring to make sure her brain was not hearing things. It appeared as though Claire had just... roared? Not like she usually did, a poor human attempt to speak the big cat language. This one sounded astoundingly real.

After her act, Claire found Kate and Elijah where they had been watching. She was overly chipper, with a pep in her step, considering the recent circumstances.

"Well, we're shaken up." Kate said with a weak smile.

"But alive!" Eli butted in with a grin, as he was trying to see the brighter side of the situation himself.

Kate raised an eyebrow but said nothing to him, looking back to Claire. "So, uh... when did you learn to speak, oh how do you say... lion? Tiger? Animal?" Kate blinked a few times and stared at her friend, sincerely wanting an explanation for what she had witnessed moments ago.

"Something strange is going on here," Eli agreed, nodding his head. He was baffled at the traumatic event that had occurred to him, but more suspicious than anything at the strange events occurring. It definitely was different than anything that had happened during a show before, and it made them all curious.

[Assistant]
Claire smiled at him when Eli grinned. At least he was not too traumatized by the horrible event that he had gone through, or maybe he was good at hiding it. She noticed how Kate reacted to his grin, so she figured it was likely the latter of the two.

"I'm glad you're both alive." Claire said, with a guilty expression. "Despite what I said earlier today that it would be fun to see you hit him, it wasn't as funny as I'd imagined."

"Oh, isn't it so wonderful, Kate." She exclaimed when Kate mentioned what had happened during Claire's performance. "I could understand Solomon, and Sheila and Scar. Scar has got an excellent singing voice, who knew!"

Claire calmed herself down quickly when someone else approached within earshot. She didn't want others to hear her talking about how she had spoken with her animals, because then she'd be in an asylum before long.

"Ah, yes, it is indeed strange."

She grinned excitedly at Kate with her whole face, when she was sure no one else was looking, but hid the expression as fast as it had appeared.

Elena had changed the order of the performances so that she was last. Well, next to last if you counted the part where everyone was supposed to enter the ring together, take a bow and perform some basic tricks.

The show had been somewhat unforgettable already with some of the illusions and magic she had exerted upon the acts. Now it was her turn though, and she would be damned if she let her underlings upstage her. No, she had a special surprise at the end, not to mention that the act she had prepared for this show was different than anything she had planned previously.

She entered the ring once more, but she had changed clothes since when she had introduced them in the beginning. Elena was wearing a rather nomadic getup, with pearls, braids and a fur coat. She had visible tattoos and jewellery made of bone. It was more fitting for her personality and her act than the black suit and top she had worn when doing the introduction.

Elena began with some minor albeit extraordinary effects, like setting fire to a napkin and freezing the fire itself, planting a seed and having it grow into a bush in front of everyone, swallowing a hissing snake and then pulling it out of her arm. These all got the audience's attention like nothing else had that night or maybe in their entire lives. She felt smug and showed it with a confident posture.

"For my next trick, I will have two assistants." Elena said.

Two young boys that worked at the circus doing a number of different chores walked into the ring to join the magician. She put the boys into two separate boxes, that only showed their heads and their feet, which she locked. Elena picked up a saw and held it so that the audience could see it. She began to saw through one of the boxes.

At first, it was like any other instance when she had performed the trick, but soon the boy in the box was screaming in pain and crying. There was blood dripping out of the box, forming a puddle on the ground. Elena kept at it until she had sawed the box in half. The boy had gone mad by then, and his friend in the other box was clearly afraid when Elena stepped up to saw his box in half. The same thing happened with the second boy, he screamed in pain, and blood stained the ground beneath the box.

When Elena had finished sawing the boxes in half, the four of them began to move around in a circle before they stopped. The boys had been wearing different shoes, so it was easy to see that it was not their original boxes that had paired up together. However, Elena went through with the act of putting them together, changing their bodies into new forms that combined the two original ones.

She opened up the boxes to reveal that the halves of the bodies had indeed been switched. The audience had mixed reactions to this. There were a few who threw up, thinking the illusion was way too real. There were those who were appalled. The majority of them cheered, whistled and clapped frantically though. The first boy passed out, and had to be carried away. The second one ran away screaming as if death itself was giving chase.

Elena bowed. She pulled out the book that had helped her improved tonight's show from within her coat, opened it up and read the passage she had been trying to pronounce right earlier that day. Her voice turned into chanting, taking a much darker tone than usual and spouted utter gibberish to anyone listening.

Unfortunately, she didn't get it quite right this time either. Instead, she sounded as if she'd been possessed by a demon while chanting and a number of shadows began to manifest themselves around Elena. She forced the book to close with pure willpower, but it was too late to contain the shadows. They dispersed into the audience and disappeared out of the big top.

She got a pale expression on her face, fearing whatever she had unleashed as she had honestly no idea what they had been. Thankfully, the audience thought it was another illusion. Londoners weren't particularly bright. Elena could finish her act, pretending that everything had gone as planned.

Everyone entered the ring to take a bow to the audience and finish as they always did. The show ended without any further complications.

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Kathryn stared blankly at her friend, she understood her unconditional love for her creatures, but she was a bit too... overjoyed with the fact that she literally heard animals talk. Not to mention she roared as if a tigress was trapped within her diaphragm and had been unleashed unto the sound waves.

"Wonderful...? Perhaps." She smiled a bit and shrugged her shoulders, "But I think bizarre was the word I was looking for." She laughed a bit, unable to squander her best friends happiness, although the source of the euphoria was something quite peculiar.

Elijah was also donning a small smile, trying to suppress the panic that was threatening to erupt from the inside out and consume him into madness. Although he hid it well, he was quite frightened over the whole incident. He couldn't help but think something was going on behind the scenes, some outside force affecting the show and those in it.

His train of thought was interrupted though when Elena stepped out to do her act. Just as they had all the others, Kate and Eli watched their ring master during her act as she closed off their show. The first thing that Eli noticed was that Elena now carried herself with a different air about her, one that seemed more determined and mighty than usual. He found that strange, although she usually held a power of authority and confidence.

Kate looked on with her two friends, looking on out to the main ring and expecting a routine that was similar to all the ones she had seen before. Elena was quite the magician, very good at illusions and tricks. But of course, they were all just that: tricks.

That is, until their leader began to do extraordinary things. This act was unlike any other she had done before. Kate's jaw hung open in awe and she looked to Claire, "I've never seen her do such things. This is incredible." She and her friends continued watching. It was no surprise that Elena was able to pull off such feats, it was just quite the change from her regular performance.

When it came time for the last act, two young men who worked odd jobs around the circus were called out to assist in a feat.

"Oh, this must be that trick where she pretends to cut them in half and then-" Elijah's words were cut off as the first boy began to scream in pain, blood pooling around his feet.

Kate gasped and put a hand over her mouth, the blood seemed so real.

"Th-that must just be a balloon of fake bl-blood..." Eli stuttered as Elena moved to the second boy and did the same. As the boxes floated around, it made him dizzy in combination with the blood. When the boxes arrived in the wrong pairs, each held their breath for just a moment.

Kate had to look away after the first boy fell limp and the second ran away with terror in his eyes. Her heart was thumping against her chest, but her attention was drawn back to the ring when she heard a frightening tone coming from Elena as she began to chant. Another terrifying illusion out of the way and the show was over.

When the three walked out together to join hands and take a bow, the tension could be felt in not only Kate's but Elijah's body, though they each held their posture to hide it. They each tentatively bowed, did their send-off tricks, and then took their leave.

Kate walked backstage, seeing that her friends were in tow. When she reached an area outside of the tent and checked to make sure there was no one within ear shot, she looked at Claire and Elijah. "What the hell was that?" Her face showed her distress and concern, maybe she was over reacting, but she felt like it was all too convenient to just be a coincidence.


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Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere around 16 to 19, but, like most of himself, he's unsure.
Appearance: Roless stands at 5'11, with messy brown hair and vibrant amethyst eyes. His skin is of a light tan, and his hands, like the rest of his body, are full of small scars, barely noticeable nicks in his skin. It is most likely due to the nature of his Blood magic that such marks are present, but then again, who knows? He has a sturdy build despite his lankiness as a teenager, and his voice is cheerful, that positivity often accompanied by a sing-song tone. The Hunter carries himself in a lax manner, and prefers wearing long coats despite his habit of accidentally stepping on the ends of that coat.

His steps are announced with the clink of metal against metal.

Magic: Roless uses Blood Magic in a different way than most Hunters. It's neither a boon to his allies nor a bane to his enemies. Instead, it is fuel in a world where oils are rare and gasoline rarer, a fuel that can be consumed by machines and humans alike. Mechanical weapons roar to life when filled with it, and firearms devoid of ammunition can fire once more, shooting out bullets of hardened blood. These bullets of magic-drenched blood are corrosive to the flesh of unholy monsters, not only penetrating, but also melting. A powerful counter to beings with regenerative capabilities, if enough bullets had been pumped into them.

But what goes around comes around, and Roless is also capable of purifying monster blood to an extent, injecting it into himself to give him the same bestial strength as the beings that he opposes. It's a dangerous game to play, as the same rot that his blood bullets cause to monsters will start to ail him as well, but…it's a fun game, isn't it? He can generally recover from the negative effects of monster blood after half an hour, with the bestial strength lasting him ten minutes per injection. And thus, the ratio is this: each injection gives him 10 minutes of strength and thirty minutes of suffering, as his human blood poisons him. The more blood injected, the stronger he becomes, and the more he suffers.

If only Roless was a masochist.
Weapon: Roless carries three weapons with him, two of them being massive enough that it's an easy testament to his strength.

The first is that is what Roless calls the Hammer. It is a single shot flintlock pistol, one modified to have a frame and barrel strong enough to withstand the recoil of massive bullets. A more accurate description of this would be that of a cannon, powerful enough to turn lesser beings into mush. Though it requires reloading after every shot, it has an extremely potent knockback, and Roless is skilled enough to reload it with one hand regardless. His favorite toy, really, and when combined with his blood magic, it becomes his single most destructive attack, capable of exploding after penetration.

The second is the Rain, an expensive, greedy hand-crank gatling gun with six barrels. Smaller than the mounted variations but still just as deadly, Roless holds it in one hand and cranks it in the other, allowing him to put out 10 rounds per second. As bullets for this particular weapon is rather expensive, he spends most of the monster blood that he harvests into creating bullets of blood for the Rain. Naturally, it wouldn't have the same corrosive effect as using human blood, but hey, what monster would have time to be happy about that, when ten bullets jam itself into its body every second?

The third is the Harvest, a seven foot spear with a one foot long blade that can fold onto itself to be two feet long for easy travel. While the Hammer and Rain could be considered Roless's main sources of damage, the Harvest is, put frankly, how he harvests blood to feed his toys. Unlike most spears that have a single blade fixed into the center of the shaft, the Harvest has two blades fixed at either side of a steel compartment placed at the end of the shaft. Top-heavy, and thus, more difficult to swing about until momentum is gained, its true value is seen when a hidden trigger is held at the machine roars to life and the blades spin wildly, turning into saws capable of shearing through flesh and causing grevious, bloody injuries to all those on the opposite end. Though some of that blood is then used to continue to feed the motor, the majority is stored, to be used as steroids or ammunition.

Personality: This Hunter is a happy oddity in the doom and gloom that is the Land of Wasted Dreams. It could be said that he loves his job from top to bottom, from the life-threatening situations that he fights himself out of, to the days spent in the hospital recovering from his injuries, to the times where he lost his mind after too many monster blood injections, to the amount of money he can pile up after a job well done. Roless, regardless of how frightening, disgusting, disturbing, revolting his work is, embraces it fully, with an innocent passion that revolves not around hatred towards the demonspawn lurking in the darkness, but around the thrill of the hunt.

He's someone to be taken seriously even if his suggestions can become inane. Prone to hatching up nigh-suicidal plans, Roless, to the outsider, would appear to be a fool chasing after his death. But he's not suicidal, nor has he given up. He's simply…desperate for simulation. If he thinks too hard about his actions, he'll start thinking about other things. So he won't. Roless drowns himself in this image of a jester, relishing in violence, because if he's not enjoying himself, what else would he be?

So he'll smile away the shadows, until he forgets that he's more monster than man now.

Bio: Roless was, like most Hunters, thrust into this broken, two-mooned world with no memories. He knew that he was in a hospital, and knew how weapons worked. He understood the value of money, and held enough knowledge that he could surmise that he was a learned man. But that was the extent of his knowledge, and his emptiness as a human being had shaped much of what Roless was to be. On an instinctual level, he understood that he would have nothing, even if he was to escape from this grimy world, and, on an emotional level, he loved it. He relished the freedoms available to him, and spared no time at all living in the present.

Yet, at night, dreams of peaches and plums, of strands of sunlight, of starlit eyes, those would haunt him with their gentleness.

Battles were the flames that gave him meaning.

But warmth was the poison that made his heart beat.
Other: It's quantity, not quality, that matters.

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Alto sprinted through the fog, having just left the town boundary. Considering how late he was, the others were probably at the ravine by now, which normally would've been a two or three hour trip, but Alto was sprinting. Even with his Zweihanders he could sprint fast, much faster than normal hunters, and he could keep it up for a lot longer too.

The temperature dropped suddenly as he ran by a few dead bodies, probably remnants of a battle. The fog was thin enough so that he could identify them, there was one human body pretty badly torn up and a few beast bodies he didn't bother peering at too closely. But his experience as a hunter did tell him something was off.

He felt like there were too little bodies. The beast was weak looking, meaning they probably fought in a large-ish group. The hunting party today was reasonably large, and the ratio of those beasts to one person looked like 3:1 considering the old man.

It doesn't matter, I can't be late, He thought dismissively, I'm the heavy after all.

As a a rule of thumb, almost all hunters wore light armor, used light weapons and were generally light on their feet. But he was capable of using heavy weapons without compromising speed as much as it probably should have so he had the unique advantage of basically being able to go toe to toe with a beast. Although, considering his weapons, it would be toe to toe with one beast, and one beast only at any given time.

I'll need to arrive in... 10 minutes, He thought, I need to pick up the pace.

He sped up his sprint, going even faster than before. The hunters were probably fighting already, he wanted to be there to finish off the thing the mayor said was there. It's not like he didn't think they could handle it, the Half-Demon Akemi was there so he wasn't worried. He kind of just wanted to make a good impression on the new hunters.

I wonder what this beast even is, He thought.

[Assistant]
Donny stopped drinking the putrid drinks that he called "Wine" and instead drank a slightly less putrid drink that passed as "Water". It was... Stale and plain, like it's been sitting in a bucket in the sun all day. Not the most pleasant drink but at least it didn't make his stomach churn over and over.

There was a few moments of silence between him and Maribel. Moments of quiet contemplation over what had happened and what was going on. "Alright. Reality check: My name is Donny Lee Yang. I... I had a family, before I left them. I know that much. Let's see... I think... I think I worked on machines. Machines. Maaaaachines. Or rather just metal stuff? I don't really remember what I made before if anything at all... I remember gears and springs. Lockets. These skills might be useful. I remember what else... Darts. Bottles, balls, I threw things a lot. Hmm. I wonder where I learned those skills from. And these," Donny looked at his waist to see the axe, dagger, and rope. "I chose these for a reason. The rope is familiar to me; I used it a lot. The knife's a knife and does what a knife does. As for the axe... Hmm. I guess I'm just partial to it. But what does this mean? Was I some sort of... Woodsman? An inventor? And how would I end up here?"

Sipping his water Donny felt a chill come into the tavern. He wrapped his coat tighter around his body. He noticed Maribel looking at him, as if she expected him to do something. At first Donny wasn't sure why she was looking at him and smiled at her. But quickly he realized that if Maribel was looking at him so expectantly, something was about to go down. Sure enough shortly after he smiled at her a new person came in.

Donny looked at the fellow. He could easily see his armament; a large pistol, some sort of gatling gun, and a folding spear. He seemed like more the hunter then Donny, and if he had to guess he was likely one of the local inhabitants. Still, Donny didn't answer the boisterous fellow. As far as Donny knew, he wasn't a hunter. Just a stranger. A nobody. "Morning? It's the dead of night." Donny stood up and stretched his body out. Once he was nice and limber Donny flicked his wrist, and his axe was in hand. "Ah well. Got a feeling that something exciting is about to happen. And I wanted to axe some questions anyways." This was going to be a long night.

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The sound of feasting flesh and crunching bones would soon die down to a halt as the Roushta's snake-like limbs would pause in their task just briefly. Two of them from the spider's midsection coiled up and inspected the air, sensing the heat signatures of the group of Hunters as well as the torch Sinthe was carrying around. It seemed that Macey's predication would become reality as the other serpents began hissing out loudly to alert the spider of more prey.

Thankfully though, the hulking arachnid let out a whirring screech that made the snakes docile once more. It would pursue these newcomers only after it had finished this meal. This symbiotic relationship between the two seemingly different creatures was enough to buy the Hunters some time in striking first and developing their plan. But they had best act soon because the Roushta was consuming twice as fast now, its instinct to taste fresh meat overriding all other senses.

Back in White Wolf Tavern, Maribel rolled her eyes and sighed loudly at Donny's lame pun. Really, could he be any more immature? Still, the rising chill in the surrounding area was a cause for concern. The cold didn't affect her but she still stayed close to Donny's side, knowing that something was coming.

Despite her many travels, there were still numerous monsters and nightmares that she had yet to encounter. On this occasion, she had felt the oncoming chill before but only once. She frowned in thought, trying to remember where she had experienced this phenomenon and what had caused it.

Her pondering would have to be put on hold however, as a shrill scratching sound echoed from the ceiling, along with several large and loud bumps. Casting her eyes up to the noise, she motioned for Donny and Roless to follow her outside to the front of the Tavern.

Whatever sought to plague Iredele now was lying in wait on the rooftop.

[Assistant]
Roless laughed at Donny's pun, not because of whether or not it was actually funny, but because it gave him a reason to make lots of noise and piss off all the townspeople trying to be grungy and edgy and sad. He almost didn't catch the pun, until Maribel reacted so melodramatically about it. For something that was supposed to be a little girl, she really sucked at acting the part. As something on the roof made noise, the brown-haired hunter brought out his Hammer, the heavy weight of the flintlock pistol a welcome sensation. Whatever was up there, it was at least going to be obvious about its approach.

"Guess you'll have to axe your questions later, kiddo. Go on ahead. I'll cover you."

Well, that wouldn't really discount the possibility of the punny youth from getting snatched up by the monster's appendages the moment he passed the doorway, but life was hard like that.


[System]
"Come now, we're only outnumbered ten to one. I'd say the odds are in our favor!"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties:
Petros Argyris - Uncle / Only living family member not associated with Mustaf's treachery and subsequently current head of the household.
Carmela Argyris - Mother / Former Lady of the house / Currently serving a prison sentence for her actions in the war with her husband.
Gavriil Argyris - Father /Former Head of the Argyris family/Former advisor to Emperor Mustaf/Believed to have died during the war.

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

Personality:
 Tybalt is a flirtatious scoundrel, a free spirit with a swagger about him. He is bold, gallant, and practically exuding charisma. Unusually outgoing and sociable for a mage, he never passes up on a potential adventure or an experience and will jump at the opportunity to try something new. With a never say die attitude about life and carefree machismo to his actions, he possesses a sharp wit and a silver tongue that makes him extremely charming, though it can occasionally come off as insulting. Heroic and daring, Tybalt is quick to deliver a quip and a smile to brighten even the most somber of situations, making it easy to see why the people of Alistaf have warmed up to him.

However, beneath this outgoing and bold personality lies a man of compassion and kindness as well as impressive tactical acumen and magical knowhow. He may not act like it, but he is a very experienced and talented mage and tactician, brilliant and knowledgeable in his craft. While he more often than not spends his time using his magic to do simple parlor tricks and goof off, he truly has a untold brilliance when the situation demands it, revealing his intellect when the situation demands it. A cunning and calculating strategist, he is more than capable of assisting his unit when the time comes, both with his mind and his magic.

Biography:
Tybalt comes from the desert town of Alistaf, he hails from a noble family of dukes disgraced by their affiliation with the former dictator Mustaf. Once the city was annexed to Jotenvarr, his family immediately fell into bad standing with the new king. Even at a young age, he was very aware that the people of Alistaf despised his family's affiliation with a monster and also expressed shame at their defeat. They were only a noble house in name, prisoners of their own city and targets of their people's hatred.

This was something Tybalt refused to stand for. He began to feel it was his responsibility to give Alistaf back a member of nobility they could respect, and a noble house they could feel pride in. He worked tirelessly to assist his people, spending days in town trying to rebuilt broken homes and defend the city from bandits. He won their respect though hard work and determination, enough so that he caught the eye of Jotenvarr's royal guard. Already Tybalt could see that this was his chance to truely redeem his family's name by coming the Royal Guard to the king, to make up for the horrors his family had done during the way. He departed for the Capital on the very same day he received the invitation, intending to give it his all and prove he can be more than just some noble.

[User] "Well, it's 'mamkute' where I come from but you're the dragon in the room so..." Her voice trailed off as the fifth person came into the quarters and planted herself on the bed just next to Aika's. "Hey!" she gave Pauline her regular cheery smile.

[Assistant]
Diana

Diana blushed, "Uh, t-thanks." she said to the manakete that had caught her. It seemed like they had one. Their instructor appeared, giving each of them a short speech. Diana looked suitably abashed, maybe she hadn't thought that one all the way through.

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Diana strolled into the barrack and looked around yawning, she could use a nap. Shared dorms!? That was rather uncouth wasn't it? It seemed there were quite a few people here already. She should introduce herself to the other people they were apparently rooming with. "Hey guys, I'm Diana." She said to introduce herself and tossed her spear and small pack onto the closest bed. Diana prodded it expecting it to be soft and plushy but was severely disappointed.

 It was barely better than the floor. Then she noticed the tail on the other side of the barrack. The fluffy, fluffy tail. Daina's eyes followed its rhythmic swishing. She slowly stood and walked towards it as though under a spell. Unable to control herself any longer Diana lunged at it and tackled it onto the bed, hugging it with reckless abandon. So warm, and silky, and FLUFFY! A small squeal of delight emerged as she stroked the tail and Diana closed her eyes. Mhmm....

[User]
Tybalt Argyris

Tybalt could not help but exhale a large sigh of relief once Hirotsuka had anounced they indeed finished her test. With incredible skill, wits, teamwork, and a fair share of luck, the squad had indeed routed the flying pursuers. He beamed wholeheartedly at his teamates, proud of how quickly they had come together to try and overcome the incredible odds they had faced. Without Pauline, Diana, and Hyakuya keeping him safe, there would have been no way for Hiro of himself to get such clean shots. There was clearly a shred of hope among the group to act as a unified squad.

Which made it all the more startling that Hirotsuka came to him and commended him for trying to lead. He was taken aback, his eyes wide even from the suggestion. Leading? He had not been leading the group, had he?

"I-I was only trying to do what was best for the squad, Lady Hirotsuka," He said, smiling warmly as she approached with a confident bow to her. "But I certainly proved I'm more than just a handsome face with a sense of humor, didn't I?"

His confident remark was immediately interrupted by her hand slamming him in the back, knocking the wind out of him in a wicked slap. He gasped, she was much stronger than her little maid form let on, it took quite a bit to actually stay on his feet. He was quick to try and play it off as nothing more than a mere gesture however, hiding his grimace as he tried to stand back upright.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it." Tybalt answered when HIrotsuka delivered her warning. He was eager to pursue the next challenge, the sooner he could try to become a knight, the sooner he would win back his family's honor.

And that was a promise he would swear on his life to keep.
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It had taken Tybalt a bit longer to get to the dorm, he had made arrangements for Itazu's burial and paid for the young man to be traditionally buried as his Fox Spirit heritage would permit. Despite his singular and selfish nature, the young thief had made taken out one of the flyers, that alone was worth a proper burial.

When he finally did arrive, he could already see his teammates talking with the other squad, Triginita. He did not immediately join the groups, instead choosing to survey the living quarters. Huffing in disapproval, he noticed that it was just one big room, with one bed for each of them in bunk formation. This was unfitting for a noble of his stature, he was used to living in embroidered silks and fine linens, not cots with what looked like cotton bedding. He placed his hand on the pillow, gasping silently in disgust. Good Gods, was that duck feathers? He'd get poked by the little stems all night!

Another frustrated huff escaped his lips, running his fingers through his hair as he laid his tomes neatly onto one of the beds, claiming it as his own. He understood he would have to get used to such drab accommodations if he was going to keep trying, but he was not going to be happy about such circumstance.

Not one to show such ugly distaste, he blanketed his disappointment behind an optimistic smile as he turned his attention to who was present. It seemed Hyakuya and Diana were already entertaining some new faces, most likely from the other squad. He considered joining them, but it would be rude to just interrupt their conversation just to introduce himself, so he let them be for the time being. Instead he made his way to Hiro, who was already claiming his bed as well.

"I have to say, I am incredibly impressed at your skills, Sir Hiro. You are an amazing archer."  The mage said, leaning against the wall near the archer's bed. "Who taught you to shoot a bow like that?"

[Assistant] Pauline smiled back at the girl sitting next to her and decided to continue the conversation - "Nice to meet you, I'm Pauline. And you are...?" She noticed her teammate come in and waved her hand, greeting her - " Oh, hi!" Pauline glanced at Diana, who was moving to the other side of the barracks for some reason, and grabbed a pack of sweets our of her bad. She grabbed a candy for herself before offering one to her neighbour from another squad. A loud bump and a high squeal turned Pauline's attention to the back of the barracks and... Well, she would've never expected Diana of all people to do it. "Uh... Diana, just what are you doing...?"

[User]
Hiro Anu

Hiro was listening to the others begin to converse with the other squad, that would be good so people could get along. That was when Tybalt approached him, the leader of their squad had come to converse with the archer. The question that Tybalt gave was a bit of surprise, not knowing that someone actually cared about his skills. "Oh. Well, I learned it from my family, we were all hunters so it was kind of needed for me to use a bow with all of us hunting," Hiro answered, a small smile coming to his face as he remembered being with his family not so long ago. "So you seem to be pretty adept with magic. Where did you learn to become powerful in that regard," Hiro asked, wondering how one was to go and learn magic.

[Assistant]
Aika Lennone

"I'm- oh thank you." Aika interrupted her own introduction to accept Pauline's offer, carefully unwrapping the little candy before hastily wolfing it down. "Mmph, omnom, I'm Aika." She started inbetween the chomping and chewing, and glancing to the other girl and the mage that stepped in.

"Hehe, I guess I'll have to keep repeating my name every time someone comes in here huh?" Her question wasn't directed to anyone in particular, and no one would have the chance to answer before Diana made her jump onto Azi's tail, causing Aika to burst out laughing before almost choking on the candy.

[User] A Rather shoddily clad swordsman strides into the room, spinning an ace of spades between his fingers. "I guess this is the place." He decides to approach the pair eating candy, as opposed to the clear fluffy tail issue that seems to be coming to a head. "My name is fredrick. I was part of one of the other squads but we were split up to fill some of the squads that lost people. I guess that means I'm with you guys."

[Assistant]
Being one of the last people to arrive to their designed dorms, Claude had little to no idea who he'd be rooming with, aside from the retarded teammates from before.

Truly, the words from before had reached to his pride and he had been out all day training.

While it certainly wasn't his job to protect everybody else, it was his job to make sure everyone was dead by the time any mission, or trial.

Claude entered the room in his usual fashion. By kicking the door and making most people turn their heads to him. For once, the man wasn't wearing his sunglasses and instead of his coat, he was wearing a sleeveless white shirt.

He had just taken a bath and felt like resting some.

"What, ya all are already here? Well, nice to meet the other dudes and... hello, other retards." The man yawned and walked to his own bed.

He wasn't really going to sleep yet, and he would readily talk with anyone that came near him, but perhaps the fact that he always seemed kind of wild made it kind of hard for people to approach him.

[User]
Tybalt was about to answer Hiro when the new man came in, a ruffian with a foul mouth deciding to kick the door in and barrel his way into everyone's life. Tybalt couldn't help but emit a soft chuckle, he found the man's entrance comedic, a man who dared to gain all the attention in the room just to refer to everyone's intelligence and rummage off to his own corner. It was a good ice breaker, if nothing else, but Tybalt seemed more than content to discuss things with Hiro for the time being.

"Oh, my home was filled with many magical texts." Tybalt responded to Hiro. "I spent most of my adolescence in my private study since father would not let me go outside and associate with the locals, so they were all I had aside from dueling lessons with the steward." His smile dipped a little, the conversation reminding him of his father was a touchy subject, especially when it brought up the old man's cruelty. "When I finally was able to go out and mingle, I had my fair share of knowledge in magic, and since my steward said I had a natural talent for the craft, I practiced, becoming the best mage I could be...and I learned a few petty tricks along the way."

He chuckled, holding his hand out flat, parallel towards the ceiling. With a flick of his opposite hand, a glass of water magically appeared in his hands...or so he would leave an audience to believe. "I'm as much a trickster as I am a practicing magi...the parlor tricks tend to compliment the actual magic I can wield."

Taking a sip of the water, he placed the glass on a nearby bedstand before continuing. "Oh, but I digress. You said you were from a family of hunters? You must tell me what that was like! I only hunted for sport, but that was with royal hounds and assistants, they never let me hunt on my own for my own food! Was there times of strife? Did you not eat if you didn't bring food home? What kind of animal was the best hunt?"


[System]
(This is a temporary image just for reference. While it's not exactly what Ash looks like it's close.)
Nickname: Ash

Species: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Occupation: Knight for Hire

Appearance:
Ash is of an average height, approximately 5ft 9in, and he is a muscular, but slender, looking guy who appears to be in good physical condition. His hair is jet black and he has longer bangs that hang slightly over the left side of his face; his eyes are a brilliant icy blue and are piercing in appearance when Ash stares at someone or has direct eye contact with someone.
He wears lightweight upper arm armor on each arm with black fingerless gloves that go up to his shoulders; under a dark protective leather vest he wears a black sleeveless, long necked, wool shirt. The shirt is tucked into a pair of forest green pants that have protective metal leg coverings that use straps to stay attached to his legs. The pants come down and are tucked into a pair of dark leather traveling boots that lace up with metal clasps. Over his shoulders he wears a forest green traveling cape.

Family:
Father - Ruevick Kingstone
Mother - Catherine Kingstone
Older Brother - Lias Kingstone
Older Sister - Bella Kingstone

Personality:
Ash isn't someone who talks a lot as he's a bit shy with people, because of this sometimes he comes off curt, blunt, rude or aggressive. Aside from his shyness though, Ash has a heart of gold and will protect someone with his life. He is protective over those he is charged to guard, and has a hard time letting them do things themselves unless they force him to let them be. He is a very serious person and has a hard time letting loose and joking around.

Likes:
Spending time outside, quiet surroundings, protecting others, reading, meals with fish.

Dislikes:
Arrogant people, lying, cats, onions.

Weapons:
A wide bladed sword at his waist. It is heavy, but because of his years of practice with it, Ash can wield it with minimal effort. He also carries a wide blade hunting knife just in case an attacker gets too close to him or surprises him with a sneak attack.

You don't need to be this detailed with your character. I just need some basic information about her like a picture similar to what she looks like, her name, age, personality, and appearance if it's different at all from the picture.

[User]
Deep within the heart of the kingdom of Gennovia, in the capitol city named after the kingdom itself a magic portal had been opened by an Elder Sage as he began his task of saving Gennovia from the approaching evil that threatened to engulf all the land and plunge the kingdom into 1,000 years of chaos and darkness. A time where monsters would rule over the races that resided within the kingdom led by an evil dark hearted man that used dark magic, who desired nothing more than the be the reigning King over the darkness. He had already made tremendous progress in his quest when he slain the High Priestess, Erainya, to steal her magical light energy for himself in order to use the power to fuel his darkness and allow his control over the monsters of the land.

The Elder Sage, Rura, knew that the man had already begun spreading his darkness over the land when he heard word that monsters had begun raiding a few small towns on the very edge of the Kingdom. Rura also knew that there was very little he and his brother sages could do to stop the man now that he held Erainya's energy and was using his dark powers to control it. In their greatest hour of need as the sages searched for a way to stop their enemy, Rura came across a book that stated that while the High Priestess's energy was only linked to herself and her offspring there was a possibility that a person with an identical energy that could exist across the expanses of time and space whose energy could match that of the High Priestess. If the sages could locate one like that they would be able to help that person unlock and use their powers to defeat the evil man who sought to rule the kingdom.

Rura had spend the last five days and nights searching out the ingredients and symbols needed to create a magical portal whose energy could extend across the time and space barriers to teleport the person to Gennovia. It would take all of the spiritual and magical energy Rura had just to open the portal, but should it fail it could very easily weaken him enough to kill him if he wasn't careful. As he completed the last of the preparations, Rura wiped the sweat from his forehead as he grew nervous as he looked at the portal before taking a beautiful clear crystal and placing it in the center of the symbol on the floor.

Taking a deep breath Rura placed his hands out in front of him and focused his energy through himself towards the crystal within the symbol as he murmured an incantation under his breath. His energy began to form in his palms then began to transfer over to the crystal causing it to glow with a bright white light. He closed his eyes continuing to focus his energy as the light from his energy and the crystal began to fill the room, he could feel the energy from his very soul being drawn forward as he began to feel weak. Rura pushed himself to stay conscious as he heard a low hum begin to fill the room, it was when he sensed another presents within the portal that the Elder Sage realized it had worked, and the sacrifice of his energy had been worth it.

As the light faded in front of his eyes, Rura opened them up to see a body materializing in the portal in front of him. Once the light that engulfed the body had faded, he could see the form of a young woman lying on the floor, she was probably rendered unconscious by the trip through the portal. Her odd clothing indicated she was certainly not of this time and place, he also assumed she would not be happy to know that she was no longer in her world either. Not wanting to scare her into running Rura knew he would have to lie to the young woman, rather than telling her that she had been called her to save an otherwise doomed kingdom he would be forced to make up an excuse to send her to the city of Azen where the shrine of the High Priestess was. Perhaps on her trip she would start to discover her destiny on her own through the power of the Soul Crystal that lay on the floor next to her, if not it would be left to the High Sages there to tell her what she must do and why she must do it.

Kneeling down next to the woman Rura gently placed a hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle shake. "My lady, can you hear me? Are you alright?" the Elder Sage asked in a gentle tone trying to rouse her without frightening her.

[Assistant]
On Earth, Vivian had left the office of the newspaper company she was working at. It had been another day of boring paperwork. This was not the reason why she wanted to work at the newspaper. She wanted to be a journalist, out and about collecting information about the world from people, and investigating into matters that affect society. Unfortunately, since she was fresh out of college and was considered to be young and inexperienced (at least that's what she figured that the other coworkers and her boss saw her as), she was stuck doing paperwork so that she wouldn't mess up in anything. Vivian found that kind of work to be boring and that time seemed to be going painfully slow while doing said paperwork.

The paperwork this time took hours to complete. As she left the building she checked her wristwatch to see that the time was now 11:50 PM. She sighed as she started walking down the sidewalk, the street lights being the only source of light other than the full moon that hung in the night sky. She walked briskly, trying to hurry out back to her apartment, and out of the cold air. As she walked on however, she soon heard her cell phone ring. She dug her phone out of her backpack, and she answered "Hello?"
"Hi Sis!"

Vivian smiled at the sound of her little sister's voice, and she answered "Hey Mimi. How are you kiddo?" Mimi answered "I'm ok. Just wanted to say 'Hi'," Vivian raised an eyebrow and she asked, teasing her sister a bit "Is that really all, Mimi?" After a bit of silence, Mimi answered "...And I wanted to see if you were going to come home for my birthday," Vivian laughed and she answered "Why would you ask that? Of course I'm coming. Your birthday is on the weekend after all," She could hear her sister cheer on the phone at the answer, and Mimi continued "Don't forget to bring an awesome present, Vivi! Keyword: Awesome" Vivian joked with a mischievous grin on her face, "Of course, Mimi. I'll make sure to give you my finest hand-me-downs!" Vivian laughed harder when she heard her sister groan at the mention of hand-me-downs. Vivian then said "I gotta go Mimi. See you this weekend," Mimi answered "Yeah! See you then! Bye!" After Vivian hung up on her sister, she placed her phone back into her backpack.

Vivian continued on her way after all was said and done. However, as she walked on, she noticed that she had a headache. At first it was easily ignored, but the headache strangely grew stronger and stronger, until she had to stop and hold her head. She groaned in pain as she held her head in pain and she muttered "Wh-What the...?" She tried to keep walking, thinking that she just needed to take an aspirin in order to alleviate this headache. However, her vision started to blur and eventually, she felt herself pass out and fall.

She expected to feel the rough asphalt and concrete of the sidewalk, but the impact never came. Instead she felt as though she was falling for what seemed like a long time, until she lost consciousness. She didn't know how long she was out cold, but she soon felt someone shaking her shoulder and heard someone talking. The speech was at first blurred, but it cleared and she could tell the tone was gentle. She groaned as she stirred, and opened her eyes to see that she was on her back, and there was a person kneeling next to her. At first her mind was clouded as she answered "I...I think I'm ok..."

She quickly snapped awake which caused her to quickly sit up and look around. Where was she? Had she been kidnapped? She backed away from the man, putting some space between the two, and she stood up. She asked him "Who are you? Where am I?"

[User]
Rura gave a silent sigh of relief as she answered him at first. He himself hadn't known what this portal could do to a person but it was a chance that the Elder Sage had to take for the sake of the kingdom. He gave her a little space to begin with not sure just what the woman's reaction would be to the situation. Any normal person would panic, and as expected she did panic a bit as Rura watched her place some more distance between them as she stood; Rura stood as well but kept his distance as well as making his stance as nonthreatening as possible.

"My apologies my lady, I will answer your questions to the best of my ability but please allow me to brighten the room up just a bit. I'm sure the darkened state of the room isn't making this place seem very safe, and is not helping with your confusion." Rura answered her with a slight bow of his head as he turned and grabbed a candle from one of the holders and moved around bringing a bit more light to the room as he did. With the flickering candle light dancing off the walls Vivian would be able to see the room was a small room about the size of a one person bedroom with stone floors and walls. There were several bookshelves stuffed full of books on one side of the room; on the other there was a roughly made dark wood desk with a big wood chair behind it. The room itself appeared to be a living quarters as well as an office. There was a small bed off in one corner of the room as well as what looked like a kitchen area with a small cast iron wood burning stove with some logs off to the side and a shallow stone basin that was filled with water.

Once the room was lit Rura turned to face the confused woman and bowed his head to her again. "That's better. My name is Rura and I'm an Elder Sage. You are currently in a kingdom called Gennovia, a place that's probably nothing like where you came from. I... accidentally brought you here through a magical portal when I was attempting to teleport someone else to me. I don't doubt this is hard for you to believe but if you do think I'm lying feel free to exit through that door and make your way down the hall to a big wooden door of the temple and you will be able to see the city of Gennovia before you just down the hill. I don't recommend running off though. While I don't intend to harm you, you might run into trouble if you don't know your way around the city." Rura spoke in a calm and gentle tone trying to keep the woman as calm as possible despite the unbelievable situation she was now in.


[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

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"Can't fault me for trying." Ghent shrugged, unfazed by the refusal. For the time being, he gave up on trying to help her. Elayra was undoubtedly used to much worse when it came to injury, and Ghent didn't want to risk riling her any more than necessary. She'd already pulled an arrow on him, he didn't want to find out what would happen next.
 Despite very little sleep, Ghent felt completely awake and alert. Unlike Elayra, he was lazy in the fact that he didn't bother to keep a lookout for foes. Elayra was diligent enough for the both of them, and well equipped to boot.
 As he contemplated asking more about the dangers of Wonderland, Ghent felt Elayra grab his wrist. Startled, he wondered if she'd spotted something, though she answered him before he might ask. They were taking a short stop of some kind, one that went in the opposite direction of the Book Barn.
 "Why?" Ghent followed after the blonde, bewildered by the sudden detour. "You just said we were wasting time!"
 The pavilion provided very little clues as to what Elaya's purpose was; the only benefit from the structure was to shield them from the rain, which was only useful for one of them.
 "Hey, I think I carved my name into one of these." Ghent observed a table in passing, hoping to find evidence of his once being there. Preoccupied with the hunt for graffiti, Ghent overheard the small, soft thud of the bow being set down. Confused, he turned to Elayra as she instructed him to close his eyes.
 "What for?" Ghent was incredulous and unwilling to comply. "Is this a test or something?"
 Had this been Drust, Ghent may have been more compelled to follow orders, but he was reluctant to agree with Elayra without some sort of explanation as to what was going on. She was not his superior, why should he listen?

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With the gentle pattering of the rain echoing around them and off the slightly vaulted roof, Elayra's eyes narrowed when Ghent questioned her order. She gave something between a growl and a sigh.
 "Basically?" she replied curtly. "Yep." She glanced up to the shield, now unneeded beneath the protection of the pavilion.
 Looking from it, she let her mental hold over it and the magic drop. Without her will to command the magic to take form, the shield burst into a glittering, dusty film that vanished in the span of a blink.
 Elayra uncrossed her arms and rested her left hand leisurely on the hilt of her sword, her intense gaze returning to Ghent.
 "You're Hatter Madrail's son. The only ones remaining of the Vinifcium--a race of powerful sorcerers and fighters," she elaborated with an irritated air, trying to answer an inevitable question before he could ask it to save time. "In theory," she spat the detested word, "you've inherited their connection to magic. And that's what we need. But you didn't even believe in magic until yesterday!" She snorted, throwing a hand in the air exasperatedly and again wondering what kind of world taught that there was no such thing as magic.
 "So." She took a threatening step toward Ghent and crossed her arms once more over her chest. "Mouth and eyes closed. We're going to see if you get along with the magic here."

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"Hatter's my old man. I know." Ghent grumbled, leaning against the table nearest to him. The fact that he was related to Hatter was something he'd been reminded of several times, but he wasn't all too pleased about it. So far, he'd only felt the pressure of expectations he had no idea if he was capable of meeting. Why should he be compared to Hatter if he'd no recollection of the man? It wasn't as if he'd been taught magic, he'd only just learned about it.
 Though Ghent didn't fancy the idea of having to prove himself so early on, he didn't want to back down from the challenge. Elayra made conjuring fire seem simple enough, and she'd made the rain-shield vanish without a single word. At least this way he wouldn't have Drust there to witness his first attempt at sorcery.
 "Believe in it? How could I have believed in it? It's never been proven to exist!" Ghent had a feeling Elayra's opinion of him would not change unless he got the magic to work. Though he'd tried to tell himself that he didn't care what she thought, he did care. Proving himself was important if he wished to earn any amount of respect.
 With an aggravated sigh, Ghent closed his eyes and unintentionally mimicked Elayra by folding his own arms across his chest. "To quote you, we're wasting time. Lets get this over with."

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Elayra snorted. "Fine by me," she snapped.
 She took a breath, trying to calm her impatience and worries. With Ghent's eyes closed, she tried to think back to the first of the few, more official lessons in magic Drust had given her, and of the various bits and pieces she had picked up in between.
 "Magic's all around us, it just exists on a plane all its own, so most people can't see it. But a lot of us can feel it, if we try. If we reach out to it first. Once you've found it once, it'll be easier to find it when you need it. So." She uncrossed her arms and leaned back against one of the benches. "Clear your head, then imagine the energy of magic flowing around us. Once you can feel it, command it. For now, use focus words. The one for a basic shield is tuito. It's a good one for a beginner."
 She stared at him intently, for the first time that morning not paying her surroundings much attention. She took a slight step away in case he managed to mispronounce the command, her eyes never leaving him, fearing the worst, but hoping, despite her better judgment, for the best.

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"How can I imagine something I've never seen?" Ghent grimaced, tense in both mind and body. This sounded like a bunch of New Age nonsense to him, and he felt just a touch ridiculous standing in the middle of the pavilion with his eyes closed.
 Focus. Ghent inwardly chastised himself, exhaling once in an attempt to calm down. Somehow, he had to feel the energy he could hardly imagine.
 Empty your mind.
 Try as he might, Ghent couldn't feel much of anything; he wasn't sure how the magic would feel, should the energy be there. All he could "feel" was the cold and dampness of his clothes, no thanks to the unforgiving weather.
 This isn't working. Nothing's there. Admitting defeat was one thing, admitting defeat to Elayra? Unthinkable. Keep trying.
 Brows knit, Ghent made one last attempt to focus. He needed to forget the pattern of rain, he had to stop worrying about failure, tune out Elayra's voice...
 After what felt a lifetime, Ghent felt the smallest hint of change in the air. The magic may have revealed itself, or he'd tricked himself into believing. Either way, he wanted to seize the moment before it was gone.
 Tuito.
 Ghent froze up. He'd read Harry Potter in the back of the Book Barn. Pronouncing a spell incorrectly could prove disastrous. This did nothing to help his already rattled nerves.
 "T-Tuteao!" Ghent shot his hand forward as any good wizard should have, though he kept his eyes squeezed shut in fear of a disaster he feared would follow.


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Barely breaking 5', she's quite the short stuff.
Age: 16
Grade: 4th
Nationality: Monarchy of Telemarin, in the cold North. A nation well known for it's iron production and logging industry, protected by vast mountainranges and deep forests. A nation also known for poverty amongst the common people, debt and loansharks controlling large parts of the cities.
Theme: Glare - Maya's frozen glare is well renowned around the entire school at this point, often dubbed the ice queen given her heritage in the cold landscape in the North it has been a title she's accepted. Despite her cold exterior and harsh words however, she's still one to take care of her friends. Indeed, her cold exterior is in strict opposition to her nervous mind.

Bio: Born to Enil Mengsson, the famous loanshark residing in the city of Skeihn, Maya's youth was one of both wealth and happiness. Maya knew little strife, little dissatisfaction as every day was a new experience. Be it a trip to the southern nations of Europa with her father, be it gifts from the common people seeking her father's affection or be it a new dish on her table. Growing up in a world where everyone considered her an equal even to the royal family, Maya's smile offered the plagued souls around her a moment of relief from their pain.

Well, that is until the revelation of what her father was. Maya was never a dumb child, but she was naive, truly naive. In her very early teens she began to understand exactly what type of work her father was doing, and the knowledge that she's living the good life and just riding whatever wave her father offered.. by sending others to the cauldrons and mines. She grew colder to her father, to her friends and to herself, she seemed to fall into a depression. And confronted with this, she figured that if she's going to accept living in luxury, she should have the title, the knowledge and the diploma stating her position. And thus, she convinced her father to sen her to Saint Hirst.

Sample Post: Raising up from the comfortable sheets at the ripe time of 5AM, the blonde girl staggered herself onto her feet. Covered only by a long pyjamas, she took a gentle, prideful walk to the dormitory bathroom, walking as if dancing on pillows. Her back straight, her deep, blue eyes peering forward, it was clear she strode forth with a highborn air. And delicately, she gently pushed the door to the bathroom open, blinking lightly. What's that? Someone else is here already? Her blue gaze locked itself on the poor girl already preparing herself for the day, peering onto her as if the frozen wrath came seeping over the female. Maya blinked again, the girl stepping to the side before dashing out of the room.

'Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Maya, you idiot. People fear you. Why do they fear you so bad?' She glared at herself in the mirror, the icy eyes hard and and chilly, before finally sighing. It can't be helped. She's the resident queen of ice and tundra, after all. Well, whatever, she'll have to wipe away the single tear and start to apply her makeup. Pushing herself up, she headed back to her dorm room while life seemed to come to in the halls. Noisy. Annoying. She sighed again. And before anything else, she was dressed and ready to head off to class, despite it being a few hours left.

Moving to her kitchen, she began preparing some tea while picking up the newest school news. Like father, like daughter, she thought while reading her papers, occasionally sipping her hot tea. Her left leg crossing her right, her pinky finger sticking out in the air with refinement, and her lazy, cold gaze scrolling over the endless batter of letters that only once in a while formed a word in her tired mind.
 At the very least she could enjoy the solitude of the mornings, she figured as she paced the papers down and instead looked at the sunrise out of her window. Beautiful.

Extras: Her right eye has a golden brand similar to a teardrop, barely visible unless you actually look into them

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Day #01: March 17th, 1899
♦ Intro.
♦ Opening Ceremony.

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Saint Hirst AcademyAnother spring had finally come to grace the small nation of Sabrie with warmth and light, after the dark times of winter. The breeze blowing up from the sea carried a soft smell to the mountains near Sabrie's capital, all the way up to the gates of the prestigious Saint Hirst Academy just as its many students arrived at the train station that serviced the Academy.

The opening ceremony, which traditionally happened during the breakfast, was scheduled to begin at 07:00 am, which gave the girls roughly half an hour to rest, meet old acquaintances and friends, and possibly, meet new ones. Luggage wasn't a problem, the Academy's staff was already working on shipping any non-hand carried items to each of the girl's assigned rooms.Seyrun didn't have any particular haste to get out of the train, preferring to finish her tea before returning the cup to the stewardess. "Thank you. That was the best tea I had in a week," she said with a charming smile gracing her lips.

As soon as the younger girl, who couldn't be older than fifteen began to leave the carriage, Seyrun reached over her seat, retrieved her hand luggage —a small case as well as a rapier emblazoned with Seyrun's personal coat of arms— and left the train once the passage was less crowded by the hasty students.

"The sun in a Mediterranean nation is certainly hard to get used to, after spending the Winter in the North," Seyrun said to herself, as she took a look of the Sabrisian skies while protecting her eyes with a hand. The moment of reflection didn't last for long as Seyrun quickly stepped out of the way of the other girls who were still aboard the train before offering herself to guide a group of newcomers on their way to the Academy's dining hall.

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Nadalena Kofenstein

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Courtyard, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies

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I always did dislike the southern weather.

The hot, tepid Mediterranean winds congealing with those in the Alps could be unbearable in the summer. It almost made her regret making no complaint to her father about returning to Saint Hirst's – but there was still knowledge to be gained and political observations to make. Espenova was neither the pinnacle of society or the center of western politics, after all. The fact that in thirty minutes she would have to listen to another dreadful opening ceremony did displease her greatly, especially considering the fact it was a monotonous dredge that had no information of worth. Nadalena had no interest in the posturing of others, especially when the posturing was an unneeded superfluousness. Alas such things were necessary to keep up appearances and she had no intention to be disciplined for an absence just because she valued none of it; it was not difficult to simply smile and nod.

But she still had twenty or so minutes to sit outside and do whatever she wished until the ceremony started, a fact she was aware of as she kept the pendant watch on-hand as she did as she opened the pages of a book that she had intended on finishing; a book she had brought back from her winter stay in her home country of Espenova. The courtyard bench she sat on was solitary for the moment and the lack of incessant distractions proved it was the perfect time to get a few pages digested before she headed off for the opening ceremony.

Presuming nobody tried to engage with her, of course.

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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.

As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.

She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. "So long until the opening ceremony, huh."