[System]
Username: RainDash
Age: 24 (Is about 200)
Gender: Female
Human Appearance:

Dragon Appearance:

Personality:
Dazenth, Daz for short, is very unassuming when people talk to her. She's tries to appear as not a threat to those that would imprison her. Don't let her fool you. She's very capable of lying to you and escaping while her rider is looking the other way. Her track record is escaping four times from rider custody. She seems to look for the thrill of fooling people and dragons alike. It's all a game to her, and through sheer force of will she hasn't yet been broken by the humans. It's very likely that she never will.

Short Biography:
Daz was born and promptly abandoned in a nest of other dragons. She survived by her wits and strength alone. She left as soon as she thought she would survive on her own. She hung around small human settlements, taking things that wouldn't be missed and avoiding notice. It was about a month later that she was caught and made into a mount for her rider. She waited until she could find a way out of it, and manipulated her rider into letting down their guard. She escaped in a whirl of teeth and claws, and found the thrill enticing. As time went on she continued to allow herself to be captured when she was hungry or was feeling lazy. Not all her masters were kind enough to feed her, so she would escape sooner than later by pretending to be dead.

Abilities:
Play Dead- For thirty minutes she can look and act dead. Unless you are aware she can do this, it is unlikely for anyone to know she is faking it.
Slip Scales- She can make her scales slick, allowing her to slip through smaller spaces and also to escape chains or collars with ease.

Rider: @taistelusopuli's character, Nathair

Other:
Very food motivated.
"Catch me if you can. Spoiler alert: you can't."

[User]
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Zoran stared into the clear pool of water in his cuffed palms, strands of his sandy blonde hair hung in his vision. What time was it? he wondered. The light in the sky was still gray, misty. The clouds were thin outside his barred windows, the stone of the building was could to the touch. His feet were icy and he hated it.

After a moment of thoughtless staring, he splashed his face and felt the water fall in droplets. The carved out stone that held his water rippled below him but went ignored. Zoran stepped across his small room, letting the drops fall as he did. He wondered how Thora faired when they weren't together. Seeing as her situation was just a bit different than the other dragons.

He sighed while dabbing his face dry.

The next thirty minutes were spent finding and putting his usual attire on. The black armor he wore was scratched with battle-worn experience, all but his pants were scuffed in some manger. With a practiced hand he wrapped his white cloak around his neck and let it cover his torso.

 "May this day be better than the last." he repeated to himself in a hush tone.

[Assistant]
Kieran ran for his life. He ran until his legs gave out on him and broke like bendy straws, and then he crawled, he crawled along the cold snowy ground, not able to see where he was going, he had to get to her, he had to. The snow on his face rested on his eyelashes and made him unable to see, he just crawled forwards, always forwards. He slammed head first into a tree, breaking off a tooth and making blood rush from his mouth, too much blood, not enough blood. The snow melted into water as his warm lifeblood rinsed the ground, his clothes wet from warm blood and cold water, he kept pulling himself forwards, he had to keep moving or else he was dead. He pulled forwards again, again, again, he tried to pull again, but there was nothing to pull. Kieran fell into the white void.

Kieran woke up bathing in his own sweat, he pulled himself upwards into a sit, and looked around. His chambers as usual. He rubbed the sweat from his face and then stared at his hands. "Not again." He pulled off his covers and stood. He wobbled uneasily for a second and his vision went blurry before returning. He stumbled across the room to his desk, opening the rightmost drawer and grabbing his medicine. He'd had night terrors before, but the medicine apparently made them go away, that was three months ago, them returning was not part of his game-plan. He poured himself a shot, and took it in one gulp, needle-like pain ripped his throat. He'd forgot about the medicine's side effects, over the next hour he'd be travelling to the washroom about ten times a second. It couldn't be helped. Kieran took a deep breath and stood, he opened his door and walked out into the hallway. "This is gonna be the best day of my life." He said sarcastically.

[User]
Just outside the castle stood Freya, one of the guild's first dragons to be caught. She, like many others, had learned to fall in line to a reasonable extent, though in her case, it most certainly was of her own choice. She, dressed in plain linen like the rest of the housekeepers, was putting up dampened sheets to dry, a task she found no end to.
It seemed as though every passing moment she wasn't scolding the flock, they'd spent their times soiling themselves in night terrors or bloodying up entire rooms trying to smack diligence into some new blood. Time and time again, she's ran into the room at the brink of a dragon's death, only to JUST be able to save them from permanent harm and likely death. Always hating each other, always vying to do what they want and nothing else.
Here, even the child's rule, might makes right, can pass easily. And so long as the Riders had Celelyrium, they were mighty.
Despite all this, Freya looked upon them all with a sort of...longing. She wasn't sure what for, but to see them grow up...to see them do things...
Dammit, she was touching the old scar again. Resilient as she was, her life was not always so...perfect, back in the day. She had a family once. A family that betrayed her. The phantom child screamed of silence inside her. To take her mind off, she had to focus on the mountains...

...they were just like the ones so long ago...

And what would that be in the distance? A dragon in a cage?

There more Riders already? Wait...the White Doves were going to investigate the meteors, so...hm...
To put things in order, she was going to let those sheets hang. The stewed meat would be ready in little time, and the sun forecasted only a light brunch would be allowed before the Master made an announcement. Perhaps he'd allow a grace period to eat?
As fast as etiquette and her legs could allow her, Freya strode across the yard and into the kitchen. As per usual, she was beat on the cowbell until someone shut her up. Even then, some riders would still be sleeping. How childish...

[Assistant]
SIGIL CLOUDFURY

 A man stalked through the guild's main keep. The way he moved, footfalls silent on the stony ground, the steel in his eyes, he exuded an icy air of purpose, and by very nature seemed to hold authority over even the earth itself. Polished plate gleamed beneath a black cloak, the depiction of a bird taking flight on its center. There was not a soul present whom did not know this man by his sheer presence, and all nodded their heads as he passed. He was Sigil Cloudfury, Guildmaster of the illustrious mercenary band, the White Dove. A band of dragon riders. A band of death.

 Sig was not old, for a Guildmaster, though older than most others present. But in a mercenary band, for one to live Sig's thirty-two years, one must be strong in arm, mind, and spirit. Most would have handed the guild off to someone else long before - Sig had enough coin in his personal coffers to live with grandeur well into old age. The Guildmaster, however, had little interest in grandeur, and even less in old age.

 As he made his way to the front gate, at the call of the hunter he had been expecting, he stopped only once. Cedric Pryde, First Sword of the guild and Sig's friend and right-hand man, stood vigilant near the keep's doors.

 "Clear the Dome," Sig said, clapping a hand on Cedric's shoulder. "Make sure we're not disturbed. I don't know how long this will take."

 Sig advanced, pushing open the heavy iron doors before him. The day greeted him, pale sunlight reflecting off distant sands. A haze filled the sky, a pretense to Solis' unwavering heat. A gathering of dragon hunters were arranged before him on the trodden path leading between the guild and the city. Between them was a massive cage, and between the thick bars Sig could see his new possession: a dragon, the hue of its scales dark, deep and rich like the night sky in Lunaris.

 Beautiful, Sig thought. He would not regret his new partner. He would make sure of that.

 His own dragon previous, a beast known as Furas, was taken down in the guild's last campaign several months before. Sig's ribs still ached from time to time, when he thought of the lance that brought the two of them out of the sky. He did not dwell on the loss. Furas was a strong partner, but he was too broken. He had lost his spirit. No matter, Sig thought. He served his purpose. As will this one.

 The Guildmaster fingered the rope hanging from his belt. At it's end was a vicious two-pronged hook, dark metal shimmering in strange colors. The metal was celelyrium, the dragon-killer. It was his guarantee, but he would not use it if he did not need to.

 "Let her go," Sig said simply. "And go inside for your payment. I will handle the rest."

 The hunter gave him an appraising look. Sig had come out alone, as he often did. But there was no wariness in his voice, no caution. It was said as if it were a matter of fact. He would handle the rest. This was a man who had done this many times before.

 "Very well," the hunter said. "As long as we get our pay." Methodically, the group released the cage surrounding the black dragon, metal bars clattering on the sandy ground. They packed the bars away in compartments in the main wagon, and began to release the dragon's bindings. Last to go was the mask. Casting one last questioning glance at the leader, they reluctantly pulled the pins in the jaw of the mask and fled into the guild hall. The heavy steel bonds slid off the dragon's face.

 Only Sig remained outside. He regarded the dragon, stern face never changing. She had a severe face, dangerous, eyes that showed fury.

 "Come with me," Sig commanded. "How hard this will be is entirely up to you. Show me loyalty, and you will never again feel a shackle." He laid a heavy hand on the rope on his belt.

@Ambra

[User]
Kieran stumbled down the stairs into the main hallway, waiting against the wall for the feeling in his face to come back before continuing, he shouldered past the armory door and stumbled into a table, causing weapons to clang all across the floor, along with Kieran.

Kieran cursed at himself before propping himself up on a shield. He moved to a kneel, and then stood slowly. I'll get Freya to clean this up, right now I just need my armor, a meal, and a glass of water... which way is the kitchen again? Kieran stumbled around for a little more, before grappling with the nearby table for his shield. He managed to get it loose, but not before tumbling backwards again, his shield denting on the floor. "*&$#@!" Kieran yelled very loudly, hurting his throat again. This damn medicine, I'd really like that water right about now.

He pushed himself painfully upwards, grabbing his now dented shield, and picking his sword up off the ground, cutting himself on the edge, he slammed the sword into it's holster and wobbled into the wall. After his new intimate relations with the wall, he put his sword and shield combination onto his back. He picked up his chestplate, stuck it under his arm, grabbed his greaves, gauntlets and helmet and walked into the changing room, or at least what he thought was one, stumbling through the halls into the kitchen and changing right then and there. He tumbled back into the armory, knocking over a few more things before finally getting his balance. "Great, now which way's the kitchen?"

[Assistant]
Daz wasn't up early, nor was she awake when the cowbell demanded that she should be awake. Instead she was lazing around the rafters in the kitchen, asleep in her favorite place. If her rider wanted to find her, then he knew where to look. The black and red dragon often hung out there, which at first terrified the kitchen crew, but she had taught them how to handle her. Throwing food always worked, and sometimes she'd even leave the person alone altogether if they asked for it.

Daz wasn't unreasonable to some of the humans. Those that were intolerant or rude she hassled as much as possible. That usually meant burning the food as much as possible, putting oil on their floors, or just plain stalking them for a time. The last one was for the most paranoid of humans. They'd tried putting her in shackles and things before, but she knew how to withstand the pain of escape. She never told anyone else her secrets though, because she much prefered her own safety.

And why should she baby these other dragons? Dragons like Freya were just about broken and lifeless. They'd die within a week of being free. Daz only came back to the humans because she got bored or hungry. Maybe that was why they kept assigning her riders as opposed to outright killing her. And her newest rider had some kind of arrogance, keeping her without a harness as much as possible. She'd teach him, sooner or later.

A crashing noise from the hall drew her attention and she slithered out to see a rider knocking everything around. He had emerged from the armory, and seemed to walk around as though drunk. Daz watched him for a moment before shifting into a human form to speak to him. She didn't want to be yelled at this early in the morning.

"Are you drunk? Why are making such a mess?" she asked, pretending to care about this human's actions.


[System]
Age: 31

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Abilities: Dupe-Dupe Fruit. Klank has the ability to duplicate any object he can physically lift. The smaller the item, the easier it is for him to create multiple versions, and with greater speed.

Weapon: All Tool

 With the hammer doubling as a pair of pliers, the All Tool was created to remedy any problems aboard a ship. The two foot handle is also made with slot compartments that hold various tools for specific sitautions. When they are needed, Klank must simply unfold whatever he needs. A few compartments remain empty until Klank upgrades his masterpiece with tools he may not yet have.

Personality: Klank is a go with the flow kind of character. A trait he adapted after becoming a crew member of the Bighead Pirates. Something else he has picked up is temporary bouts of anger. He left his home to get away from the constant work, and being apart of The Bigheads hasn't REALLY taken him away from that. He doesn't care much for fighting, and when he does partake, his style is what some would call erratic.

Personals: Aside from his All Tool, Klank carries a number of essentials when leaving ship. Around his waist is a dark-brown fanny pack that is connected to a thick leather belt. Sewn into the belt strap are a few itmes; a nail, a nut, a bolt, a screw, and a cigarette. inside the fanny pack is a single beri, and just a few different types of gems that Captain Bighead requires him to carry. Strapped to his back is a single wooden board matching the color of the crews ship.

Bio: Klank spent most of his life in loguetown, taking up his fathers trade in ship repair. Needless to say, there was always work for them, and because of that, enjoying festivities was out of the question. One night, a rather obnoxious crew of pirates demanded repairs and left Klank alone to do his work. Hours had passed without the return of these pirates, but he continued to wait in hopes of receiving payment. Walking around the ship, Klank wondered what it must be like to travel the world and just be free to do whatever one wished. In the midst of wandering, he came across the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since work began and figured he'd help himself.

 There was food all around, but a strange fruit was centered on the table. Klank had never seen anything like it. Yellow in color with strange swirls, one half of the fruit perfectly matched the other. He took a single bite, and as nasty as it was, he toughed through it. Never had he eaten something so bad. He threw it away and reconsidered just how hungry he was. Klank returned to the deck and continued waiting for his payment. The pirates never showed.

 The next day was when Klank found out that he could take an item and duplicate it. There was freaking out and lots of confirming the fact that he actually now had this strange ability. He came to terms with it, but kept it hidden until one day a large pirate caught him using it. That pirate was Captain Bighead. He stuck around for a while and observed, not taking long to decide, that with his innate ability as a shipwright, and the power to duplicate objects, Klank was perfect for the crew. Despite concerns from the family, the young adult took the opportunity to chase after a dream he had thought on for long enough.

[User]
With only a few yards into the forest, something had smashed into Klanks back. When he turned to look there was nothing behind him, but he did find a little pile of white fluff. When he could finally feel a wet spot soaking through the back of his shirt, it was known who the culprit was. He took a drag from his first cigarette and looked above. There was a trail of overly rustled leaves leading deeper into the trees. "That's two I owe her," he said sullenly. As shaken up as he was about the death of the Bighead ship, Klank always kept tabs on matters such as pranks. He shoved the second, unlit cig above his ear to save it for later. He stared at the glob of snow one last time before saying "Hm," and wandering further into the forest.

 He looked around in the heavily shaded woods. With the few gaps he could see through the tree tops, Klank saw the reflection of sunlight in the sky ocean. "There's no way that insignificant amount of light could help these trees grow." Another drag. "And what about the rain?" he questioned. He tried to get a clearer view beyond the trees and from what he could tell, there were no clouds above. Only the stormy dark ones that surrounded the maelstrom. "Guess I'll have to wait and see."

 As he continued onward, Klank knocked on the base of every tree he passed, and listened. "Strong," he confirmed. "Very strong." He tested a few more trees and then stood up straight for another drag that ended the cigarette. He subconsciously started pre-workout stretches while he thought. It was a habit ingrained in him now. As he did, he thought back more on the broken ship. Klank, continuing to stretch remembered the condition Bighead's ship was in when the two met. It was no great ship to be sure. She was in rough shape, but that all changed when Klank had really poured in his efforts. From then on it was top-notch patch jobs just to keep it a float against his captains destructive personality. He thought on that idea for a bit longer before breaking the silence with "I suppose if she had to go, I'm glad it wasn't done directly by the captain's overgrown head." Klank sniffed before duplicating another cig into his mouth. "You'll not be forgotten by me," he promised as he peeked through the leaves and to the sky ocean.

[Assistant]
The world was collapsing under his feet, and Issac could feel that he would not be long for this world if he didn't act immediately. "Sasa," He yelled, grasping the bladed end and hurling it into the rock. The blade sang as it dug into the earth, cutting through like it were paper. "Too strong," he followed, the pitch and intensity reeling down to a pleasant tone on the ears. The blade caught rock, and not a moment too soon, as the rock beneath him gave way, falling upward into a blue sky. Issac's grip slipped, and the clumpsy pirate was sent sliding to the end on the chain, grasping sasayaki by her blunt head.

"Uhhg, do you mind," he moaned, particularly sensitive about being touched when not on her terms. "Are you trying to pet me, or something?"

Issac ignored her complaints, waving in the wind like a proud flag, and enjoying the view. "I think I understand this curse," he proclaimed, rocking back and forth on the chain in an attempt to gather some momentum. "Hey, can I get some help?" he asked with a smile."

Sasayaki let out a warning grown as the swings intensified. She was used to a certain level of mischief from her master, but it never made the situations any more tolerable. "Would you like a fresh drink, or some new holes to bleed out of?"

"Just swing me," he laughed.

Sasayaki let out one last protest, before flailing Issac around like a ball on a string. She aimed to make him regret his life choices, but Issac only laughed as she swung him faster and faster. "Is this what you wanted," she screeched, her steel shivering. "Is this what you think is a good time?"

"Annd," he started, wraping a section of the chain around his arm to get a better grip. "Realease!"

Sasayaki quivered, as the force of her protest shot down the chain and into her blade. The earth split in two and the moment the swing hit the peak, the two were sent free and flying towards the center of the mass. The worlds shifted, and Issac flipped with the fluxuating gravity, almost making a perfect landing before hitting the rock face first with a slip of his toes. "Cooool," her muttered to the dirt.

"What the hell," Sasa yelled, her head probing the rocks with a sweet melody. "Are we?"

"Right side up, on an island that is upside down!" Issac exhaled, almost too excited to breath. "The gravity stream took us all the through the island, but isn't strong enough to penetrate the solid spots!" Issac paced back and forth, watching the free ruble float up to an infinite sky. "We are so lucky to be alive!" he proclaimed.

"But we are stuck on the wrong side of this damn rock, with no food, no water, and no more friends." She reminded him, always having a talent of spotting the harsh ground to his floating dreams. "Congratulations, we found a prettier rock to starve to death on!"

"We are just on the upside down, and need to find a way to the downside right!"

Sasayaki moaned, dreading the new onslaught of brilliant plans that would be required to make it to the next hell. "Shall we start over from number two, or just keep adding?"

"Plan number 2, he had already begun, peering our to the sky above the storms. It was a vast world, and seeing what lied above reminded him of home, or the sky islands before they fell. Issac wanted to reach them once more, to let the streams of gravity catapult him into the sky and land on the milky white of the cloud sea, but life would not ever so simple. Returning to the sky was one of his ultimate goals, but that was not would that would some so luckily.

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Bighead collided with the ground after a magnificent leap, trembling the island and the very touch of his massive legs. He froze for a moment, his attention focused beneath the ground itself. "Good boy, Lucky! It appears you are not a disappointing soul, yet you are still untested in combat." A rock rolled over ahead of him, revealing a man that had been sleeping underneath. "Excuse me young sir, could I ask a favor of you?"

The man's eyes, cold and uninterested, lazily peered at the captain. "Can't you see I am trying to catch some sleep. This fight has gone on longer than expected, and I just become a monster if I don't get a full 23 hours."

Bighead laughed, a mockingly monstrous laugh. "Sleep is for cowards," he declared, "A soft escape for those too feeble to face the MAGNIFICENT DAYLIGHT!"

The captain struck a nerve, forcing the man to his feet. "Feeble!? I'll have you know that I have the strongest defenses this world has ever seen! No creature in the world has ever scratched this iron skin of mine, and if you think oth-"

"Magnificent," he captain interrupted, grasping the main in growing hands. "You will become the perfect metric for my new crewmate!" He raised his arms to the sky, growing in length and width, and then jolted himself into the air, shifting his size from his arms to his legs while tossing the stranger directly into the ground, all whilst yelling, "CANNONBALL!"

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Sweat poured down Klanks face as he dropped the wooden plank from his back and started taking off his blue jacket. He used the already damp cloth to wipe the wetness from his face before letting it fall to the ground. All around him, giant logs littered the forest floor, and at the base of where each tree once stood was a finished cigarette. He could hear his captain yelling at him with that weird tone that makes him sound like he was concerned about Klanks health, but also that he would be fine without the shipwright. Only half the time was Bighead easy to read. Moments like that, Klank could never tell. "Damn straight he needs me," Klank muttered under his breath. "Ain't no one else gonna fix all that destruction."

 There was a wide clearing in the treetops now, and the Sky Ocean was clear to see. The massive whirlpool above was heavily shaded under the cover of the floating island. Beyond that though, the sun rays beamed passed the rock and cast a strange glow within the stormy clouds. It looked so far away. Klank couldn't help to think that they would never make it back down. "There's too much fluctuation in the gravity," he thought to himself. He noticed the changes when he was sawing down all the trees. "I'll never be able to time the departure."

 Klank thought for a moment as he popped another smoke. After a nice long drag and sigh, "That ones gonna require teamwork." He stared at the Sky Ocean a bit longer; just planning ahead. "Breaks over," he said aloud. "Time for the real work to begin." He cracked his knuckles and then his neck. He hopped down from the stump of the last tree he cut down. When he picked up his multi-tool, Klank unfolded the saw. It would take hours to get through all the fallen trees, but if he could keep himself working in sixth gear, he may be able to finish sooner. Not that it mattered to him. It would all be void of the boisterous laughter, the thunder rolling rumbles of a woman's stomach, and the constant whining of the living weapon. But most of all, what Klank would be most grateful for, is his temporary liberation from a certain individuals enthusiastic denial. He smiled as he took another, silent drag. Excitement filled his heart and further fueled his inner fire.

 ""THIS WILL BE THE BEST GOD DAMN SHIP IN ALL THE SEAS," he yelled with the fierceness of Captain Bighead.


[System]
Age: 16
Affiliation: The Hero Brigade
Wish: "I wish to be cool just like my big sister!"
Soul Gem Color: Crimson

Powers:
Akame's magic is not as flashy or as extravagant as her fellow Magical Girls, which bears in part some irony given her wish. But these are only her private thoughts on the matter as her peers are often left baffled by the nature and manifestation of her powers. Akame sacrifices magical prowess in exchange for an incredibly enhanced physique, bolstering up her strength, endurance, speed, and durability all around.

Secondly, she is followed around by a constant cloud of rose petals wherever she goes. She can use these petals as razor edged knives for projectiles or as bombs to detonate. The number of roses do not decrease as she fights, giving her an endless supply of projectiles in battle. Aside from this though and her increased physical nature, she is not able to use her magic for much else.

Weapon:
Akame's weapon comes in the form of dual cutlasses each stained the color of blood. As her magic goes mostly into improving her physique, these blades hold no special nature to them aside from being regular swords. Even so, her drastic increase in speed and power more than make up for her lack of magic, giving her the edge to cut down foes before they can react accordingly.

Personality:
Bright, bubbly, and cheery, Akame is the near-perfect poster girl of what a Magical Girl should be. She's always there to support her teammates firsthand and will never back down in defending them. As such, it's not hard to guess her actions sometimes as Akame will try to follow the morally correct path as much as she can, to the point of appearing naïve.

She does become self-conscious at her own nature however, always worrying if her personality can come across as annoying or off-putting. Even so, she is a firm believer in a positive mindset and will always put up a smile for others even if she doesn't want to. She likes to think she's come to terms with being a Magical Girl and if she's going out, she'll at least do it with a smile.

Bio:
Not much can be said for Akame's life before becoming a Magical Girl. In fact, she doesn't remember much about those times aside from the fact that she was incredibly unhappy. Unhappy and bored. Always living in the shadow of her older sister, Akame felt she had to compete with her in some way to feel self-worth. The worst aspect was that she often agreed with what others said of her, Akame feeling like she was an inadequate sibling.

So when she found out her beloved older sister had become a Magical Girl, she jumped at the chance in a vain attempt to be brought to equal ground. The Contractor did not hesitate in granting her wish and gifting unto her new magical powers. And although her older sister greatly opposed this notion, the deed had been done. That was nearly two years ago.

These days Akame has grown a little smarter and aims to train new Magical Girls. Her relationship with her sister has admittedly grown more unstable in all this time but she made her choice a long time ago. Now she's devoted her life to hunting down the Primordials of her precious Miso City and defending the future for those yet to come.

Or so she likes to think.

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~Theme~

[User]
"I'm glad you two resolved your confrontation. Honestly, I can't understand why two Magical Girls would ever fight one another. You're both on the same side, right? I just don't understand."

The voice came from the side. Crawling along the walls, seemingly defying gravity itself, was the Contractor. It padded without haste, its expression dormant as always. As it moved, its body remained dry, as if all the surrounding water was avoiding the small, white creature.

It landed now on Rose's shoulder before turning its unblinking gaze on Elise. All Magical Girls knew the Contractor, the one who gave them their source of power. A being as enigmatic and mysterious as the Primordials they fought.

"Hello Elise Augermann. I never expected you to come to Miso City. But I'm glad you did! With your help, the number of Primordials that show up will be greatly reduced."

The Contractor titled its head and seemed to smile wider.

"We should get going. Your fellow Magical Girls are waiting."

Back at Miso High's rooftop, Akame received both messages from Rose and Emiri. She nodded in response, moving away to get the snacks ready. She had intended this to be a tea party of sorts to help break the ice. Tensions were always high with Magical Girls, for one reason or another. The Contractor was still on her shoulder, keeping its thoughts to itself.

Two Contractors in different places at the same time was not uncommon, though it was still a little unnerving for the newbies. Akame was the one closest to the Contractor in terms of understanding its ways. Even so, the fiery Magical Girl didn't fully grasp the whole of the Contractor's method and purpose.

Another thought for another time.

Moving inside the school building, Akame located the first room to her left and scanned for everything to be in check. A table, some tea, cookies, and cake, as well as a map of Miso City.

Perfect.

[Assistant]
Rose was startled by the appearance of the contractor. She just did not sense his presence prior to his speaking. She did her best not to show it. When the contractor landed on her shoulder, she smiled and scratched the cat bunny creature's head. She could not tell if the contractor liked or disliked how she treated him like an adorable cat. "Hey, adorable, how are you? I did not expect you to show up here. Would you have stopped me if I had gotten into a fight with this young magic girl?" Rose asked the contractor. She then waved to Elise to follow her. She did not wait to see if Elise did follow. She walked away and lead the way to the meeting of magical girls.

After arriving to the school, Rose stepped inside. She made no effort to dry herself off from the rain. She did however pull all the water out of Elise's outfit as a courtesy. She discarded the extra water in a nearby trash bin. She did not say much until she got up to the meeting room. She smiles politely, "Akame, A pleasure to see you once again. Anything new happen since last time?"

@TheWindel

[User]
Elise scoffed at the sight of the furball, and crossed her arms. The creature has been annoying her ever since she contracted, constantly popping out of nowhere and trying to be so goddamn cute all the time. She hated that.

"Hmph. Whatever." Elise eyeballed the thing with contempt. "Don't you have a more constructive use for your time, like recruiting new fighters? Ugh, I stopped caring already."

"Thanks," Elise said once 'Rea' dried her costume, and sneezed due to the loss in her body heat. "This better be worth it."

She followed the other girl into an empty classroom, and met a new girl who looked a lot older than either of them. She went next to the door she came from and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, keeping her eyes on the girl who seemed to have set this up. The young girl seemed to know this 'Akame', though she wondered at the big age gap between them. She spotted the treats and tea set on a table.

Does this girl really think she's gonna have some kind of lame tea party? Is she five or something?

Elise groaned, and then spoke to Akame. "Yo. Are there more guests coming? Cause so far this ain't much of a gathering. And what's with the tea party? You think it's cute to be wasting my time like this?"

[Assistant]
When she finally arrived back at Miso High, Emiri was already wearing her school uniform, though she old the other girl that it would be for the best if she continued in her magical girl form at least until they arrived at the place where they would be having their meeting, to avoid attracting unnecessary attention towards they.

After walking through the nearly empty corridors of the school for a few minutes, Emiri reached the meeting room just as the last remnants of the leaden light coming from the rainy afternoon sky where about to fade.

Emiri opened the door and signaled for the other girl to come in before entering the room herself. After she locked the door, a magical barrier that sealed the room from the outside was raised, now they could literally drop a bomb in there and no one would hear or see a thing, the collateral damage was a different thing, however.

"I'm for being late, but I had to go all the way to the downtown to fetch our last guest for this evening." Emiri addressed her colleagues, apologizing for her lateness, before turning towards the other girl and saying, "Please, make yourself at home, both the tea and the cake are fresh, so don't be shy if you want some."

Emiri didn't ignored the presence of the redheaded girl standing by the door side, but after seeing the scowl on her face, she decided to address her after the proper steps had been taken care of.

Then, she pushed her own chair and, before sitting on it, turned in Akame's direction and said, "What do you say we begin from the introductions, Akame?"

[User]
"Of course not!" the Contractor said gleefully as it nudged Rose's affectionate hand. "Human conflict is confusing to ponder and watch. I would have just let you two go at it."

At least the creature was honest.

It ignored Elise's rather rude remarks and remained perched on Rose's shoulder. When the two finally arrived at the designated location at the high school, the Contractor on Rose's shoulder leapt off and ran away, disappearing in a darkened corner. Not that it was a big deal, seeing as there was another one still resting next to Akame.

The gray-eyed girl shook her head at Rose's question, free hand idly scratching the top of the Contractor's head without notice.

"Welcome back Rea," she said, knowing the other girl didn't like to use her real name. "No, nothing new sad to say."

Akame then glanced over at the leaning Elise. There was an aura of power present just in the older Magical Girl's gray eyes, though there was no trace of malicious intent. She simply gave a small smile in light of Elise's continuing rudeness.

"Yes, we're expecting two more," she told the younger girl. "One of our seniors and a new girl to the city just like you. As for the tea and snacks, I figured that one is never too old to act like a child. Besides, you strike me as the person to be hungry right about now."

The high schooler stood up from her seat, waving an arm to motion that the drinks and snacks were up for grabs.

"Please, help yourself. My name is Natsuko Akame. It's very nice to meet you."

[Assistant]
Miyako followed along behind Emiri as the rain poured down, making things annoying. At least, it was annoying for her as she wondered where they were going and how long this was going to take. Every moment that she spent here with this girl was another moment that she could have been fighting primordials and protecting people. With that in mind, she seriously hoped that this was worth it, or else she would not be a happy camper, even if relations with the people already here wouldn't be a bad thing. It was just how she operated.

At last they arrived at some high school, Miyako wearing her magical girl garb for the moment while her guide had changed back to her school clothes. The place was pretty much abandoned, which was what Miyako had expected, and she looked about as she walked on, ready for some sort of ambush. She doubted it was a trap, but she could see why they might try one on her. She was a trespasser after all.

At last they arrived, and she noted the barrier that raised behind them. At the same time, she could see several other girls already present, other magical girls as was not too hard to surmise. Well then, seemed this city was busier than she thought. This was either going to be interesting, or a real pain. And the only way to tell would be for them to begin.

"Hello," Miyako said with a wave as she sent her weapon away and took a seat in one of the chairs. She picked up a cookie and began to eat it, thoroughly chewing every bite as she watched them all, waiting for this show to get on the road and for the opportunity to introduce herself. These girls had to know what they were getting into, at the end of the day.

[User]
Akame scanned the room before standing up and walking to the center. Two new Magical Girls. Both of them probably knew already the responsibility thrusted onto them, but it was best to remind them of that fact. That and they needed to be trained for combat.

The Contract leapt away from her shoulder as Akame stood up straight for the introductions. The white furred creature waited and watched on a nearby windowsill, tail swishing behind it lazily. Clearing her throat, Akame looked up with stern eyes.

"Greetings everyone, and welcome to Miso City. As you may have realized, each of us are quite old to be the average Magical Girl. The three of us have been guarding this territory for some time. You've been gathered here today not only because you are Magical Girls, but because your assistance can directly influence the war."

The gray-eyed girl paused to watch everyone's reactions before continuing.

"As you already know, the world is not what it seems. People die every day. You've noticed, right? Those stories in the news about people suddenly dropping dead in public, showing signs of injury that shouldn't be possible. That shouldn't be seen. Casualties are common these days. By now you should have realized that you're only here because he sent you."

She looked at the Contractor now, trying and failing to judge its reaction to all this.

"We're at war right now and he knows we need all the help we can get. They're called Primordials. As you've seen in your experience, these are creatures that take our shape and form to fight back. They have one goal, as far as we can tell and that is to consume all of humanity. For one reason or another, the Contractor believes that a high amount of magic is running through the city. In other words, this is a breeding spot for Primordials."

Akame crossed her arms and glanced at the Contractor again.

"That's why he's gathered you here before us. He wants us Magical Girls to work together to locate the origin point and destroy it. Isn't that right Contractor?"

"It is, Akame Natsuko," the Contractor affirmed with a scratch to its ears. "If a substantial amount of Magical Girls are gathered, then the balancing force should be enough to counteract the power of the Primordials. Do you all understand? As you humans say, the more the merrier!"


[System]
Round two, Electric Boogaloo!
Image or Description:

Age: 17 (Because she was held back a grade)

Gender: Female

Orientation: BiSexual

Mage or Familiar: Familiar

Ability:
 Your Ability is a rare type, Enigma! Your Ability is Forcefield Generation! Using your energy, you can project forcefields around yourself, shielding you from oncoming damage! Currently, you can create a sphere of only 8ft in diameter, and it can withstand the force of a 65 mph car crash. In addition, your forcefields require concentration and energy, so you can't multitask when projecting them, and can't keep them up for long! However, with time and training, you can expand the range of your forcefields, make them stronger, and last longer! How amazing!

Partner: Leo John de Coeur

Personality:
Talia is very enthusiastic when it comes to most things. Everything from Hanging out with friends to doing solitary activities. She enjoys being in the company of others, but doesn't mind a little solitude every now and then. She puts aside time for her gaming, even if it is her favorite thing to do, she knows too much is harmful. She's a bit of a rebel but nothing too major, like she won't start a rebellion against something trivial. She's kind to almost everyone, and just wants to be friends with a lot of people.

Biography:

Talia Nitro was born into a rather wealthy family, them owning a string of gaming shops around various areas. Although her parents had to manage the game shops, they always did care for her and wanted the best for her. Growing up she lived a normal life overall, went to school, did her homework, hang around at the game shop with her uncle who ran the one nearest her house. She would usually just walk the short distance to her house when it was getting dark. She was taught from an early age how to swim, and it came in handy since her family did have a pool. She performed in a few school swim competitions and did decently, winning 2nd place in regionals one year. She balanced this with her school life and hanging around the game shop, since the latter was not too much of a commitment…yet. This routine of just going to school, seeing friends, hanging around the gameshop, recreationally swimming went on for a few years.

One day Around the age of 12 she finished up her homework at school and then went to hang at the gameshop. She was just minding her business playing a handheld device when she saw a group of people standing around some other kids playing on computers. She went to go see what was going on and she quickly made friends. As it turns out they were playing some sort of competitive game between them, and to her it looked fun. She asked to try it out, and she was amazed at the whole side of video games she had never seen before. She came after school a few more times after and played with them until she asked her uncle if she could get a computer of her own. So her uncle set her up with a small gaming laptop and she got that very same game and started to play it more. She always knew that school came first, so she balanced this newfound life of gaming with her schoolwork and swim practice.

She eventually learned that she could make modifications to the games she played and so she dabbled in a bit of code, she learned how computers worked and even built a few, but in reality she just loved playing the games. It was at one point that she started neglecting school work just to get more playtime in. She stopped going to practice and just gamed the days away whenever she got out of school. Her parents saw this and warned that if she didn't put school first, bad things would happen. She should've listened. It got so bad to the point where she neglected all other areas of her life. Around the age of 14 she started to skip school, lying to her parents that she went, even going as far as faking homework. This eventually resulted in her having to repeat that grade, man were her parents pissed when they discovered of her subterfuge. They wanted the best for her and they gave her all the tools for success and she denied it, she pushed them away. They forbid her from the shop and games until her grades had effectively made up for the damage.

After repeating the grade her life got somewhat back on track, she started to get better grades and go to swim practice. She was getting back into the groove and hanging out with new friends, Living like a semi-normal teenager. But she always felt as if there was a void she couldn't fill. Her affinity for playing video games could not be ignored, but this time she played in moderation, allotting time for gaming, finishing her schoolwork first. She did a few other side projects with gaming, like making a stream on her gaming, but nothing too significant, she still loves video games, but knows that there are times to play and times to work. After seeing that she had improved her parents transferred her to St. Fortuna's to further her education.

Likes:
-Gaming, alot
-T-shirts, hoodies, and comfortable clothing
-Fiddling with tech
-Texting
-Coding
-Swimming
-Sleeping
-Soda
-Winning, but having fun
-Cats, kittens (she's not a cat lady)
-Foxes also
-Hot cocoa

Dislikes:
-Uniforms
-Bossy people
-losing
-Rude people

Points: 22
Proficiency: 7
Intelligence: 8
Athletics: 7

Misc.: Her online username in games is T-Nitr0; She's a really good gamer; She has 120,239 followers on her stream; she's agile in water;
Quiz Answers:

1. What is your character's greatest regret? Letting her obsessions consume her, ultimately resulting in her having to repeat a grade, and perhaps the subconscious fear that she let down her parents

2. Your character is home alone after watching a horror movie and they hear a strange sound. What do they do? Lock herself in her room until her parents returned home.

3. Two of your characters' friends are fighting over something trivial, and they want them to stop. How do they go about this? She would first learn of the circumstances and then would suggest a compromise or tell them it's not worth it. She'd just want them to get along.

4. While your character is on their way to class, they realize they forgot something crucial. They're already on the verge of running late. What do they do? If her roommate were still in the room she'd text them and ask if they could do her a solid and bring it to her, if not and it's a really crucial object to both her and the class she would hurry up and try to retrieve it.

5. If your character had the opportunity to turn into any animal, what would that animal be? A Dolphin

6. If your character's house were on fire, and they only had time to save one thing from their room, what would it be? Her laptop, due to the fact that it has alot of irretrievable files and memories on it and she holds it very dear to her.

7. What season does your character like best and why? Winter, although she can't swim during this time she can snuggle up in winter clothing, enjoy hot cocoa, and play video games.

8. Vacation! You character gets to spend a week anywhere! Where is it and what do they do? In the summertime, she would go to a mountainside forest with a lake nearby and spend her days swimming and enjoying the scenery. During the wintertime she would enjoy a snowy log cabin on a mountain, so she could enjoy the vast view and drink some hot cocoa, and play in the snow perhaps.

Password: The type of food depends on how I feel honestly.

*Edit: I see how the heart tattoo can be controversial, I can take that out if you want

[User]
Regis Dimitrios

Regis frowned for the span of a second, before resuming his normal smile. There it is again. 'Rude.' For some reason he had heard that a lot recently. Is that some new form of slang? One of those words that gain new meanings? There's a linguistic term for that, he thinks. Regis adds a mental note to check online and see if the dictionary had been updated.

His eyebrows shot up as Ruby casually introduced him incorrectly. Nevermind, perhaps the reason Ruby's suggestion that his script was 'rude' was not because she was secretly some writing mastermind, but because she had some kind of reading deficit or learning disability. After all, his name was clearly written at the top, yet she said his name was Reginald of all things. The entry barrier to St. Fortuna's has truly dwindled. Regis fears for the future of this fine academy.

"It's 'Regis', my visually impaired friend, but I shan't blame you for your disability! And yes, lovely to meet you, Anelise." What a nice girl! Didn't call him 'rude' even once! "And indeed Borrey, let us depart!" Hm? Wait, did he correct Regis on his name...? No way. He wouldn't get two people's names wrong in the span of a minute, his memory isn't that terrible.

Either way, Regis charged on further ahead with his considerably lighter load of luggage, regardless of whether the people followed or managed to maintain the same pace.

[Assistant]
Marth Carter

Marth kept on thinking for a while longer of who that guy was, his posture presence could be felt from some ways away. This was gonna bother him for the rest of the day. Marth continued up the pathway, his bags slamming into students who weren't careful of their whereabouts. His bags swinging left and right, a hazard to anyone not paying attention.

In the next couple of hours, the young boy was going to be paired with a mage, he hopes for someone as laid back as him and also respected their spaces. Another thing that he was hoping for choosing his electives, he was quite interested in the monster hunting class that the academy provided. It would benefit him since he is planning to be a mercenary and work in his families guild. He also heard that thet Spar and he was a little eager to see what other students will bring to the table, just thinking about it made him shed a smile, one thing Marth enjoyed were good fighting sessions.

his bag made a wide sway and hit another student who was on his phone, causing the boy to stumble. Marth eyes widened as he was carried away in his thought that he accidentally hit another student, he quickly dropped one of his duffle bags and caught the boy by his wrist so that he didn't fall."Sorry about that, I seemed to have been lost in my track of thought" Marth said towering over the boy in both height and body mass.

[User]
Distractions often lead to not so pleasant situations, but how could Nathaniel have expected such an upcoming event? After all, he was lost in the wonderful world of Duel-Link Go, and as such, was minimally paying attention to his surroundings outside of the camera function. Not to say he wasn't at least keeping a decent distance away from everyone, but even then he was slowly but surely faltering in even that aspect. Often he found that he'd get a bit too close for his own comfort, which to some may have been slightly absurd due to how far he still was from another student by a couple feet.

Still, if only that darn monster hadn't caught his eye... causing his feet to move while his brain was fixated on the game in his hands. He didn't even realize that he had gotten rather close to another student while he continued to stare at the phone screen ahead. Inching ever closer, he was excited! It was a rare, surely if he'd defea-

Unfortunately, in what felt like an instant, something swung from next to him and hit the poor soul right in the chest, causing him to stumble backward in a shock and knocking off his fedora, along with letting go of his luggage. He clutched his phone for dear life, not only because he didn't trust his case to protect it, but also partially due to instinct... If a hand hadn't reached out rather quickly and grabbed the wrist that had his phone, he was sure he'd probably have accidently slammed his phone into the ground in an attempt to catch himself. He pulled himself up, his brain starting to piece together what had just happened so that he could bring himself up to speed.

It must have been this student's bag, or else he wouldn't have apologized in the first place. Feeling a light bit of wind hit the top of his hair and realizing his hat had fallen close by, it may have seemed he had ignored the kid slightly as he went to pick up his hat, putting his phone into his own, smaller bag before reaching down for the fedora. He brushed off some dirt that had gotten onto it before placing the fedora back onto his head, turning to face the guy. Sure, he was taller than Nathan, and probably more built, but that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes slightly from the tiny bit of annoyance he felt.

"It's fine, just pay more attention to what's around you, and I will as well." He said in a rather uninterested tone, not forgetting to take his own fault into account for being what he considered too close. Going over to his luggage, he reached down and grabbed the handle before beginning to walk towards the school once more with confidence... Or rather, an attempt to look confident or not distracted. After all, it seemed his hunger was slowly creeping back into his mind, causing one final growl to occur. So much for distracting his stomach...

[Assistant]
 Talia was walking next to them while listening to Beatrice talk about various things, every so often adding something to the conversation as she looked at Richard and Beatrice. She looked at the various places around the area. This was surely a different pace of life for her than living in a city, a big change for her. She looked back at Richard and noticed him having another small fit as she mentioned the name Richie. She noted this mentally and kind of snickered a bit about it, all in good fun.

 After Richard's unsuredness about his adequacy Talia spoke up in a kind and affectionate, and also reassuring tone. "Oh Richard it's bound to appear soon, and I'm sure whatever it is you'll learn to love it. And don't worry about your mage, even if your power hasn't manifested at that point, you're still very helpful, not a burden in the slightest. Plus, from what I've heard the sacramentum is a bond that relies on both parties, not just one, So I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion." She said this with alot of confidence, since she liked to help a friend out when in need.

  Are you hoping it's anything in particular? Bee already has super strength." Talia looked over at Beatrice and did notice that she was carrying quite a bit for a girl of her size. She looked back at Richard. "Yeah well, as for me I don't have anything in particular I'm hoping for. I've never really had to rely on an ability, to be honest I've never actually put much thought into it before this..." Her words trailed off as she sighed and looked into the distance. She quickly regathered her bearings and looked back towards them. "But I am optimistic! This is a new school for me, and I'll be reaching new heights and meeting new people." She smiled as she continued to walk next to them.

Len
Errorist


[System]
Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

Abilities/powers: Electricity manipulation/generation - Shawn has the ability to control, direct, and create electricity from his body. He is essentially a living, rechargeable battery

Electromagnetic manipulation - a sub power to his electricity manipulation, Shawn has also started to learn how to control electromagnetic fields, using them and warping them to his aid. This is very much a lesser power to Shawn, and he can only use it to assist with his electricity manipulation.

Plasma Absorption- Shawn can absorb any form of plasma and take it into his body, storing it for later use. However, he can only hold so much before it starts to have negative effects on his body, warping his senses and even causing body spasms. The level of plasma he is holding can usually be discovered through his eyes.

electrical immunity- due to his abilities, Shawn does not feel pain from electricity, nor to outside electrical forces have any effect on his body, unless it is an inhuman amount and something not even he can contain.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 16 - May 7th, 1983

General appearance:

Shawn stands at five feet, eight inches, Not as tall as his titan of a mother, but he is already taller than his father. Though he has a rather lithe build, he's strong enough to tackle most problems with his body, though he prefers to use his powers over brute force.

Additional Appearance/costume:

More of a prototype than anything, Shawn rigged up his own suit with the assistance of those in the school. The faceplate beneath the visor of the motorcycle helmet has small nodes on the inside to interact with Shawn's powers, allowing him to change the colors of the mask at will. The entire suit is lined in a similar way, the crevasses glowing with the activation of his powers, much like the suits from the movie TRON.

Personality:  Though a self proclaimed 'chiller', Shawn is at the point in his life where he is so stressed out that it has made him numb and even. He swears that he's listening, especially when his head is propped up with his arm and there's a trail of droll leaking from his mouth. He does try, though. He is a bit of a perfectionist in the few things he can actually focus on, but otherwise airy to the world around him. He is the worst combination of "driven to take on the world" and "could not get off the couch for unlimited money". He likes to talk, mindless chatter and banter during fights, but mostly just whispering conversations and thoughts to himself, slinging thoughts and ideas around from him to himself.

Special Skills: Escrima Stick proficiency, Tonfa proficiency, moderate athleticism, moderate wiring skills.

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

Weapon(s) of choice: Shawn... borrowed, two old police batons to work with his powers, juicing them up with delicious electricty to pack an extra punch.

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

Brief History:Born to a hearty Irish mother and immigrant father, Shawn was raised in a house of mixed cultures was was spectacularly odd. Both of his parents were mutants, his mutations being an amalgamation of theirs. When his powers came, his family welcomed them with open arms, and the town was curious, but not negative of his abilities. However, his parents could only teach him so much. He was sent off to the Xavier school to further hone his powers and help those in need.

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

Abilities/powers: Light Manipulation, "Hard Light Constructs" - Blake has the ability to channel "Mana" and create solid structures out of light. The strength of the constructs depends on how much mana he makes it out of, and is also dependent on his physical energy. His constructs can shatter if he is not strong enough, and he can make them move and morph at will.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 36 years old, 2/5/1963

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

Personality:Lax and Easygoing, Blake was a part of one of Professor Xavier's first classes after the Apocolypse incident, and only left the institute to get his degree in psychology. He returned to the institute to help Charles and stand in for any of the big X-men and women when they could not teach their own classes. Not exactly a hippy or a guru, but he does sometimes drift into those categories.

Special Skills: Doctorate in Psychology, pistol training, combat training.

Place of birth: California

Weapon(s) of choice: His constructs, namely. He has an emergency pistol that he can pour mana into and fire light, but hardly uses it.

Medical information: (Any medical conditions your character may have, not a necessity)

Brief History:

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

[User] Chrys grunts, shifting mid air and drop kicking the man in the face. He shifts again, dropping to a crouch on the opposite end of the room as Croatus 'Noted the speed. I would say he and I have an equal reaction time... But I am hardier.' Keeping an eye on the man, Chrys shifts his staff back to himself and focuses, slipping into a combat stance. "I will keep him busy." The air around Chrys seems to wobble and darting forward into a shift to bring him in the man's blind spot, jabbing him in the small of the back with one end of the staff. Kicking off the ground Chrys shifts himself to a safe spot, shifting his staff for his bow and sending an arrow at the man.

[Assistant]
"Wow, you're right, Shawn, that is a really stupid plan. Well, I think it would actually work if you can pull that off, but there's no telling the effect it will have on you!" Heidi spoke into the comms as she thought about all the possible options. The thing is, she was too scared to suggest any of them as they were very complicated, a lot could go wrong, and she still wasn't emotionally ready to trust the lives of anyone to her plans. "....Fine, Shawn, but the moment I suspect there's any harm to you, I'm stopping the beam and getting you out of there!"

She took aim with her Gauntlet, charged up a shot, and then fired a continuous stream of plasma at Shawn. She hoped to god that this plan worked, but if it didn't, she wouldn't let anyone get hurt in the process.

[User]
"An interesting set of abilities, yet no real group cohesion. Should make for an interesting team should they get the time and proper training." Crotalus mummers as he takes the kick to the face. When the staff connects with his back his hand whips back brushing it, sending a charge of radiation into the staff, instantly causing it to heat up. "200 degreese, and raising 50 degrees every six seconds, should melt in two to three minuets." he says to it's wielder. Rolling with the hit to a handstand, pausing to note the teleporters location, then points at him and blast him with a almost invisible beam of pure radiation into the boys hand, searing the flesh and frying it. "To assume without proper study is to fail." Crotalus states pinwheeling his feet to snap a kick into the oncoming girl, redirecting her momentum towards one of the pillars, then using the spin to regain his feet and stepping quickly next to a well dressed youth near one of the tellers.

Nate and Nate wince as first their team mate's are tossed around then start to cheer as Chrys attacks back, only to cringe as the man seems unfazed, retaliates. They can smell the putrid ozone and cooked flesh, not a pleasant smell. As the man flips from his hands to his feet almost too gracefully and moves next to Chris, Nate and Nate finish positioning themselves above the man. "Now or never they whisper to each other, crouching on the ceiling, then they spring strait at the man. "God's if you are up there, please let this work." They whisper. And then he man looks right at them. "Oh shi....." They say in unison.

[Assistant]
Despite the pain, Chrys only smiles. Shifting his staff off, to prevent the heat from being just mildly uncomfortable, he looks at his hand. 'This pain... This is actual pain, huh.' A strange light seems to appear in his eyes. "You really think that a little burn like that would take me down at all?" He feels the rush of energy flowing through as he places his good hand down, getting ready to spring forward. The berserker mentality is what the prof called it. Having such a high tolerance to pain, anything that made him feel it makes him feel alive.

Taking in every aspect of the room, the man, the team members and the radiation, Chrys closes his eyes and lets his mind go, spinning every scenario through his head in an instant and picking the best method of attack. "Shaun you'd better get back. It's about to become pretty chaotic in here." Chrys darts forward moving at a speed the man doesn't expect, and shifts, a loud pop being hear as he vanishes. Seconds later he appears to the left of the man and vanishes in what can only be described as an explosion of air, rippling through the room. Chrys vanishes again with another pop and does it again, above the man. The assault continues, with Chrys appearing in random spots bringing in massive amounts of built up air with each disappearance.

Chrys does it one last time and drops to a knee, breathing heavily as he kneels on the roof of the building. 'Equivilence Shift..." Chrys hurls up bile and a bit of blood on the roof. "I... I've done all I can... For now... I won't be able to use my power for a while. The cost is too high... He seems... A bit damaged from it.. Ruptured an eardrum..." Chrys hurls again. "Gonna rest... Now..." Standing and staggering a bit, Chrys falls over and passes out from the high cost of shifting such a large quantity of air to bring an extreme level of pressure onto the man.

[User]
Shawn was not ready. He knew that risks might have to be taken when he first signed up for the program, but Shawn knew that this was going to be closer to death than he ever had been before. He started sucking up every little ounce of energy he could from the radiated area around him, compressing it all into his hands as tight as he possibly could. It was a literal shock to his system when Heidi joined in and aided his charge with her gauntlet. He took everything she gave him, the lights on his suit running wild while his eyes resembled one of those plasma ball lamps on steroids. He could feel his body ripping apart at the seams. He lacked the control required for handling all of this energy for any period of time, but all he needed was a second. Not even a second, hardly a fraction of a moment.

That small moment seemed like an eternity for Shawn. He was waiting for just the right moment, when everything was aligned just perfectly. It was near impossible to concentrate and focus with Chrys pushing as much air as he could onto Crotalus, but that was just what Shawn needed.

From the ball of plasma in Shawn's hands, a single beam shot out from it, as fine as a needle, but impossibly dense with plasma. It shot out far, piercing the air almost soundlessly. However, the further the beam got, the more unstable it became. It started to grow larger, the once streamlined beam was now erratic. The air around Shawn cracked and sparked with a blue color, his orb-like eyes almost smoking from whatever energy he was trying to dispense. He yelled out in what seemed to be a mixture of terror and exertion, a visage of rage taking place on what parts of his face could be seen.

Shawn couldn't see what had happened to Crotalus, or anyone else, for that matter. In that small moment, the irradiated door that Chrys had shifted into the men's bathroom ignited, creating a massive blast that easily took apart the wall dividing the restroom and the foyer of the bank. The windows shattered, the rest of the walls injured, but not fallen.

With the explosion, Shawn let loose everything he had, aimed all for Crotalus. After the violent explosion, the power in Shawn's eyes was gone, as was the life. He had been knocked unconscious due to a number of forces, leaving the young man laying on the ground.

Crotalus, in the midst of it all, was able absorb all of the radiation in the building just after the explosion went off. He took this chance to descend through the hole to the basement left by Nate to hide, burning a tunnel into one of the walls to reach one of the access sewer tunnels so he could escape. He had what he wanted. Money wasn't the prize here. All of these interesting subjects have been recorded and measured, and the next encounter was sure to be much more interesting.

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After hearing the explosion from outside, both Booker and Emma rushed into the building to find the students. Shawn should have waited. He rushed his already half-baked plan to try and nab the bad guy before anyone else was ready, now Booker and Emma had no idea of the damage that had been caused.

"Kids!" Booker created constructs to start clearing away any debris, looking around the blast zone to see the status of his students. "Everyone check in, are you all okay?" Booker may have been in a tough spot before, but if worse came to worse, this could easily be one of the worst missions be was ever a part of.

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It did not take Remy long at all to fetch the bags and load them up. However, after he was done, he waited by the door. He was not going to ruin this moment for Bonny. While he did not have a family of his own that he had similar sentiment with, he understood the importance of this goodbye, and would be ready for her when she was.

Once she was finally done, Remy smiled, his rugged but smooth features could easily rival that of Harrison Ford, if given the chance to battle with looks and acting. "Bonny, are you ready? We take off..." He looked at his wrist, as if inspecting an invisible watch. "Now. Load up into the plane and we should be at the mansion in a few hours. Sleep, relax, eat food, and ask any questions you may have about the school. I did teach there, after all."


[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Unmasked. Fully Armored. Fleuri stands 5'10'' without his armor.

Personality:
The Jodeau family is known for its devotion to Reon, and originally, Fleuri was no exception. Tutored by priestesses and paladins, he was brought up to be honorable, selfless, and devoted. During his time as a tournament competitor, he cast many of these values off, becoming proud, materialistic and glory-seeking, desiring above all else to obtain the fame and wealth that his family no longer possessed. After being humbled by his near-death experience, he has returned to his old ways as a faithful worshiper of the sun goddess, along with a few pangs of guilt of having fallen so far. He still craves the thrill of tournament combat, and would not be above participating to aid the church again, but for now, he has more important duties.

Those who have met him can attest that Fleuri is a man of action. He is hot-blooded and quick to act or speak, but not necessarily foolish or impulsive- his experience fighting in tournaments taught him the importance of quick thinking and decisive action when windows of opportunity appear. When he speaks, he never makes claims he cannot back up and never makes promises that he does not believe he can keep.

Brief Backstory:
The Jodeau family is a once powerful, now minor noble family in northern Thaln. Over a century ago, its head at the time, Armand Jodeau, dedicated himself and his house wholly to Reon. As proof of his devotion, he gave most of his family's then-considerable land to the serfs that worked them, both to prove his lack of materialism and to demonstrate his devotion to the church's opposition to slavery. Armand would go on to serve a Paladin of Reon and later an Iron Rose Knight before embarking on a quest which he never returned from. Ever since then, the Jodeau family has remained close to the Church of Reon, both to honor Armand and because in their impoverished state, they have become reliant on the charity of the church.

Fleuri was the second child of the Jodeau family and was thus groomed to become a knight. His family had little in terms of wealth or holdings, but the church provided that which his family could not. Consequently, Fleuri received an education from Reonite priestesses and was trained in knightly combat by Reonite paladins. While the rebellion raged, Fleuri served as the squire of a paladin of Reon, battling necromancers that sought to capitalize on the bloodshed and death. As noble as it was, he was frustrated by the unsung nature of their behind-the-scenes quest while others were gaining fame and prestige on the battlefield. When he was knighted, shortly after the end of Phoran Cal's rebellion, he set out into the world to serve as a knight-errant, spreading the word of Reon.

During his travels, he began entering the tournaments in the lands he passed through, where, with many of Thaln's knights dead or disgraced as a result of the war, there was a shortage of contenders. Utilizing the training he had received from the Reonite paladins, Fleuri proved himself a capable tournament fighter, and as time went on, he became increasingly successful on the tourney grounds. At the same time however, he began to drift from his original purpose and turned his mind to fame and wealth. He stopped aiding those he passed, and began planning his journeys solely for the purpose of competing in tourneys.

While traveling to one such competition, he fell deathly ill from a fever and sought aid from the Church. As he laid there, tended to by the priestesses, all he could think about was how he had fallen from his path, more concerned with gold and glory than helping others, and now faced the prospect of dying before he could make amends and correct his mistakes. When he recovered, he attributed it to the will of the goddesses. He renewed his vows and vigil at the church, rededicating himself to fighting evil and aiding the innocent. Fleuri may not have died, but he was reborn.

During the next tournament, he fought harder than he ever had before, and when the dust settled, he was the last man standing in the infantry melee. Hailed as a champion, and standing on the precipice of fame and glory, he proved himself a changed man when he donated the prize to the church and soon afterward petitioned to join the Iron Rose Knights, following in his ancestor's footsteps. Since ending his tournament career, Fleuri has served the order faithfully.

Equipment:
Fleuri owns two suits of armor. The first is the suit he started out with and is normally seen wearing. It was originally a tarnished, battered hand-me-down, but he has added onto and improved it until very little of the original armor remains. The second is his tournament attire, a heavier and more protective suit that bears the livery of the Reonite church, rarely used outside of competitions. His primary weapon is a two-handed sword, his preference for which he picked up as a squire, having come to appreciate its effectiveness at dismembering undead. His other possessions include a dagger as a backup weapon and a gray warhorse for transportation and mounted combat.

Skills:
Fleuri has been trained in the use of a variety of knightly weapons, but he is most experienced and proficient in the wielding of greatswords. He employs an aggressive and surprisingly fast-paced fighting style not atypical for devotees of Reon, moving and attacking far more swiftly than his armor and heavy weapon would suggest. He is additionally skilled in horsemanship and in the use of a cavalry lance, owed to frequent travel and the many jousts he has participated in.

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When someone is nervous, they may want to take comfort in food. Especially when there is such a wealth of excellent cooking on display. It was said that the two greatest of chefs in all of Thaln resided in Aimlenn: One in Candaeln, and one in the Castle itself. The array of edibles on display ranged from piping hot pot pies, to golden-brown fresh roast duck, to honey-glazed pork, to a lovely-looking rack of lamb. The scent that emanated from the food table was one that indicated quality, the savory flavors of seared and roasted meats, vegetables cooked to perfection serving as sides... And of course, there was the impressive-looking multi-tiered cake, decorated with some manner of dark blue and gold frosting, resting on the most distant table closest to the opposite end of the hall to the entrance.

The fact that Fanilly was as nervous as she was and that there was so much lovely food on display made her reaction only natural. The young Knight-Captain found herself taking a plate from the table and approaching the food even as the herald continued to announce the knights as they entered. The blonde girl was only a few steps away from the roast duck when someone approached her.

It was a young man, his black hair slicked back, clad in fine silken garb. He bowed immediately, purple eyes cast upwards towards Fanilly as he did.

"A pleasure to see you, oh Knight-Captain. I believe we've met before?" he began. After a moment's pause, recognition hit the somewhat petite girl head-on. She had not spoken to him very much at all, but she had met this man prior. It was quite a few years ago. She had only been eleven years old, and he had been thirteen or fourteen, she didn't recall. It was a brief meeting that she didn't remember very much about, but she remembered his name.

"Ah, Lord Velbrance, er, it's been quite a long time," she responded, giving him a somewhat awkward smile. She hadn't expected to be stopped on the way to her food-based method of relaxation... ".. How have you been?"

"Quite fine, thank you," responded Lord Edvard Velbrance, "The same can be said of you, it seems. Such a beautiful young girl, leading an entire order of knights..."

He paused for a moment.

"Well, it's tradition, isn't it? And you have already had your first success, slaying that butcher with delusions of grandeur," he continued, cutting Fanilly off before she could respond just as she opened her mouth, "I'm certain it must have been quite a frightful experience."

Frightful? Just what was Lord Velbrance saying? Fanilly shook her head. Regardless of what she felt may have been her own failings, her duty was clear-cut and letting fear get the better of her most certainly wasn't part of it.

"No matter what happened, it was my duty to the people of Thaln to stop him," she replied, managing to make her voice quite firm, "It's the duty of the Iron Rose Knights to stop anything that threatens the innocent."

At the very least, she was certain of that.

"My, even against a monster in human flesh like I've heard that Thief Lord was? I wonder how many people could honestly say they didn't feel the slightest bit afraid in the face of such a thing..."

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Fanilly was not the only one who had been approached for conversation.

In perhaps what was possibly Sir Gerard Segremors's worst nightmare given the situation, it was not long at all before some of the nobility noticed an isolated knight and approached him.

In what may have been a source of relief for him they were not seeming to look for a way to use a conversation with him politically.

Three young noble girls had approached him, two of which had eyes sparkling with excitement while the third looked more or less bored with the entire situation.

"Aaaah, Sir Knight!" called the first girl, who had trailing blonde hair curled into drills and a red and white dress. She looked towards her two two at her sides with a somewhat smug smile on her face, "See? Didn't I tell you they would be here?!"

"Ah, how exciting!" cried a second, this one seeming to be the eldest of the three. She was clad in a blue and white dress, her blonde hair paler and worn loose. "Yoohoo, Sir Knight!"

She waved towards Sir Gerald.

The third girl, who appeared to be the youngest of the three and had black, neatly-cut hair and a black dress, looked rather less enthusiastic.

"It's not as if it was a secret or anything..." she half-murmured in a rather flat tone with a sigh. Still, she followed the other two girls as they eagerly crowded around the man.

"Tell us of your adventurers, Sir Knight!" said the first girl, "We wish oh so much to hear of them!"

"Yes, tell us, tell us!" declared the second.

The third simply sighed.

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[Assistant]
Gillian

Gillian trudged into the party with little fanfare, a decidedly unamused scowl on his face. Hilda had been good as her word when she said he would wear the damnable outfit he was currently in. The woolen robes could be graciously described as 'archaic' at the best of times, the dull blue coat attempting to choke him as if Mayon herself was vicariously communicating her displeasure with him. He stood out like an ornately dressed sore thumb, if a traditional one. Many of the nobles gave him the odd glance, his figure brought to their eyes both by his dress and the clearly grafted limbs of his station. Hushed whispers passing between them as he passed and made no attempt to interact with them. Gillian ignored them. He wasn't here to be fawned over by people who had no earthly clue what these arms really meant.

He opted instead to stay close to the mini-captain, wagering that she would be a thankful lightning rod for any fawning that was to take place. That she would also very likely be the first to meet with the Princess was also a pretty useful, even if it wasn't the Royal Gill was particularly keen on seeing. What he had forgotten to take into account was that the Captain would also attract annoying back handed complimenting nobles as well.

Gill regarded Lord Velbrance like one might a particularly fat fly buzzing around their head. Which was to say, an unwanted common pest that most sensible people would happily slam into the nearest table if social graces allowed. "He's even hovering by the food. How apt..." Gillian said plainly, palming an apple from the buffet.

"If anyone has no fear going into a fight then their either an idiot or arrogant enough to deserve to die." Gillian said, neither bothering to bow or address the Lord properly as he took a large bite of the apple. "As I'm told, Jeremiah fell into the latter category and got beheaded for his troubles, among other things." He added, casually wiping the juice from his mouth onto his sleeve before extending it to the Lordling to shake hands in greeting.

"Captain Danbalion might be green, but not so green that she forgot to respect the danger the situation, however slight. A far better showing than most people three or four years her senior." He said, his tone that of glowing praise despite the implied insult to the Lord. "I'm sure if the other Reliquaries were in attendance, they would agree." He added, knowing full well that atleast one mirrored his own opinion....but he was also pretty sure he and Parnella would be loved to have joined in jabbing at the man if she were here.

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Fleuri drooped his shoulders a bit at Jarde's reply, which was a bit sadder than he had expected. "Everyone has to start somewhere, and you're off to a decent start. Iron Rose, veteran of the skirmish that slew Bandit King Jeremiah. In my book you've done more to earn your place here than a lot of nobility your age," he assured the younger knight. "With Thaln's aristocracy diminished by Cal's rebellion and the Iron Roses' role in squashing it, it is an opportune time for aspiring knights to cement themselves as nobility by their deeds. And the prestige of being part of the order is far more meaningful for warriors like ourselves than the prestige associated with being born to an influential family."

"And I'm sorry about your attire. Not really anyone could have done about that, with how little advance notice we were given for this party. Ideally, we'd have a few days to prepare for it, sort out everyone's formal attire, and perhaps ensure everyone is familiar with dancing and etiquette." Fleuri took another careful sip of wine. "But I suppose it couldn't be helped that our triumph over Jeremiah coincided so closely with the date of the ball, giving just enough time for the Princess to extend her last minute invitation, but not enough time for us to make adequate preparations."

"Oh, and speaking of your borrowed outfit, a word of advice. Be careful if you sample the red wines, they leave very noticeable stains," Fleuri cautioned. "I made that mistake once and ended up spilling it on a tunic that had been in my family for generations."


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: Twenty Four

Former Occupation: Street Scum

Former Rank/Position: -

Mental and Physical Traits: Hall looks out to the world and sees that it's ripe for the picking. Anything goes, anything could be yours if you try your best at it. Hall is cold, confident and cunning man as he uses his silver tongue to persuade others into doing what he wants, or to bypass those who may apprehend or stop him. He can be charming, friendly and warm but these are rare case when they are infact genuine its towards his affinity to children or sexual acts. He has faith in the God Emperor and believes with each child he deflowers is a duty that the God Emperor bestowed upon him. To bring them into the world of dark and give them reason to continue fighting. Despite his conviction for the God Emperor his illusion pollutes his mind and occasionally his personality. A cause for concern for some, or potential berserker on a drop of a hat. Hall is well built for his age compared to his living conditions. He appears to be a normal human besides his build.

Appearance: Hall has short blond hair and blue eyes. His skin tone is pasty white and his hair and body hair are commonly coated in grease and other bodily fluids. He has a scar going up his left cheek, although it appears faded. He has a chiselled jawline which is usually adorned by stubble. Before his untimely conscription Hall use to wear a long raggy shirt and a pair of PDF trousers and jack boots. The man appeared to be of a well built build and usually sported a belt on his PDF trousers.

Wargear: Lascarbine
Explosive Collar
2 Mono Knives
3 Frag Grenades
3 Krak Grenades
1 Flak Vest & Flak Helmet
Imperial Guard Penal Legion Prisoner Uniform
1 Inhaler
1 Gas Mask
Poor Weather Gear
Rucksack
Basic Tool Kit
Mess Kit & Water Canteen
1 Weeks' Rations
Blanket & Sleep Bag
Rechargeable Lamp-Pack
Micro-Bead
Ident Tags ("Dog Tags")
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

History:

In Arcadia, you're quick or you're dead.

Nathan Hall, born to a small family that had seen better times. His mother and father were both PDF conscripts in their early years, weird how love finds itself in strange places. The two fell in love after serving in the same unit, after they finished their service they married and had Nathan. Arcadia was hit hard by a famine just as Nathan was a few years old, money was tight and so was food. Nathan's parents scarified their food so that their child may survive the famine, which he did however, Nathan's father Zach did not and he succumbed to starvation as did many others in the hive world. A common sight to be seen in the hive world's as it was the circle of life as bodies were piled day after day in the levels of the hive world.

As Nathan grew older, he soon found his calling. Without his father to guide him his mother fell to illness and habitual drug use, Nathan was attracted to children. Children his age, it was the Emperors will that he shows them the way. It was how the Emperor wanted it - that's what his mind thought, his misled fantasising mind, to mate with a child would be the ultimate pleasure for Nathan and it's what he did. One of the street girls, about twelve and the stronger older Nathan was able to over power her and force her to succumb to his will. It repeated, over and over, the pleasure, the abductions. The Emperor told him they were clean of disease, every child soiled would bring Nathan closer to The Emperor - in the after life. It was his life goal, no one know but Nathan and of course his victims. Nathan was dubbed by the locals as the "Sleep Tight Rapist" as he used a infamous drug named "Koma" to put the child in a coma like state so resistance would be nil.

One day, Nathan punched his ticket when one of the girl's he raped was related to the Governor of Arcadia. The day Nathan regretted so much, the regret. Did he realise he was wrong, that what he was doing as a grown adult to soil a child like that. No, he just wished he was never caught. The Governor's forces arrested Nathan and brought him before the Governor, Governor Justin Freelok a man who had been hunting for Nathan Hall ever since he first started the attacks. Had he known he was the Sleep Tight Rapist he would of had him arrested sooner, but the relative - his niece was no coward, not one who would let themselves be tormented by a meagre street rapist. She was the one who remembered him and kneeling before Governor Freelok, Nathan was scared. But, Governor Freelok showed some mercy, he fancied the idea of Nathan being brutally slaughtered in the Penal Legion. A quick death would be unfitting and why spill a child fucker's blood - it would have to be cleaned up. On the battle field, the blood always runs red as the rivers of dead flow across every battle fields.

Nathan Hall was soon reassigned to a Penal Legion, where The God Emperor - the voice he had been hearing told Nathan.

It's time for redemption.

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If Nathan had thought that there would be no repurcussions for his actions, something that is highly unlikely considering precisely where he was, then he was very much mistaken. No sooner had he thrown the tray - something that the Governor of the prison would probably have to ban because of his actions - than the flare of a forcefield crackled into life and sent the tray spinning away from the observing party on the gantryway.

Captain August Argyle barely even blinked an eye, having seen more than his fair share of combat zones, taking a little more interest as the prison guards (not the Arbites, they were reserved for special occurences) closed in on Nathan, several of them bringing extendable batons to bear with flicks of their wrists.

"You've been warned enough times, Hall!" Shouted one of them from behind his half-face helmet, "this is the final straw, you lunatic."

Before Nathan had a chance to move, as if there was anywhere to move to, one guard had already cracked him across the back of his legs, others gripping his limbs as they dragged him bodily from the table and dumped him without ceremony onto the cold, hard, floor of the canteen; for further emphasis he was booted repeatedly, hard enough to bruise but not so hard as to break anything, heavy-duty boots finally ceasing to attack him as the Captain began to speak.

His stern voice was amplified through speakers on the walls of the canteen, piercing blue eyes sweeping over the human dross as he spoke, glaring out from beneath his peaked cap.

"A war is being fought not far from here, a holy crusade to bring several systems back into the light of the Imperium and the authority of our beloved God-Emperor," his words were sure and strong, much like his resolve, "soldiers die out on the field every day, good soldiers, while scum like yourselves sit here in luxury and need not fear for your lives...but that is about to change, for I have been sent here to raise the First Redemption Penal Legion, meaning that some of you may even be fortunate enough to redeem yourselves in the eyes of Him on Terra."

For a moment he paused, pulling a dataslate from his jacket and seemingly studying it with some intensity, before looking back up and continuing.

"We will take volunteers but, should there be a shortage, we will simply take you instead. Should you wish to volunteer, make yourselves known to the guards, who will take you to a holding cell in the eastern wing. I will be there shortly."

The Eastern Wing was the arrival (and departure) wing for the prison complex, where new shipments of inmates arrived and the dead were returned to space, it also held the facilities supplies, uniforms and so on. It was as secure an area as any other in the prison, and more well guarded than the Governor's own quarters, a place where a man may see the back of this shithole if he should be so lucky.

Okay, so, your characters will need to grab a guards attention before being escorted to the eastern wing and the huge holding cell there; I leave it to you as to how you want to do this etc, and will post again once our willing (or unwilling) volunteers are all there.

You can be the first to arrive, you can be the last, it doesn't matter.

The cell is simply a huge, empty, area minus a few benches bolted to the floor and the obvious bars (likely with a forcefield beyond them) as well as a multitude of guards.

I look forward to seeing what you write, and we'll get to the action eventually.

[Assistant]
Shiah observed the insane child-molester Nathan Hall getting himself beat up again with bored disinterest, but the speech that followed from the Imperial Guard Captain grabbed her full attention. She absolutely hated this place. It was entirely sterile and there wasn't a single chemical to cook with. She knew the prison guards had their own narcotics but they hated the inmates so much they refused to even trade with them. So not only was she constantly suffering from withdrawal jitters, she was also terribly bored with nothing for her formidably creative mind to do.

War was hell, she knew that, but hell wasn't worse than limbo.

"Hey!" she yelled and got up from her seat, waving her arms about, hoping to catch a guard's attention. "I volunteer! Get me off this damn rock and I'll gladly lay -- I mean, risk my life for the God-Emperor! I want salvation! Oh yes, please!" It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but Shiah thought she did a reasonably good job regardless, and one of the guards that had just finished beating Nathan Hall mercilessly now approached her.

"And what exactly do you have to offer the Crusade, wretch?" he asked scornfully, looking Shiah up and down. It was true, she didn't look like much of a soldier, but Shiah snorted in derision anyway. "Never judge a data-slate by its cover. Isn't that what they say? I've got steady fingers and I'm clever. Smarter than the rest of these skavvers. Never killed anyone unless it was in self-defense. Reckon I can do my part," she retorted and put her hands on her hips. The guard laughed mirthlessly and beckoned for her to follow him. "Alright, come on through."

And so she did. The cell in the Eastern Wing wasn't much to look at it and she was one of the first to arrive, having so enthusiastically volunteered immediately, but others trickled in after her quickly. Shiah sat down on one of the benches and entertained herself by judging the others as they came in, wondering how long each of them would last in combat.

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All he saw was red.

The guards stormed Hall as he anxiously tried to escape the mob of prison guards. "Wait a second, I'm a redeemer! Fuck fuck fuck!!!" The guards start to pummel him as their feet and batons grace the man's skin. Bruising and bleeding him before the order from the captain halts their viscious assault, it wasen't a long beating but it was efficent. Hall laid still around the group of guards as they picked up the man's limp corpse, before dragging him off and away from the cafeteria of prisoners. The energy Hall once had was faded as the guards pulled the limp man along the dirty, wet floors of the cafeteria and into another hallway which led to the Eastern Wing where the soon-to-be-troops were stationed.

He is thrown into the cell by the guards, his face bloodied and bruised as he coughs and spits blood onto the floor. Some inmates around him decide that they don't want to catch whatever he has and they begin to walk away. He looked up to the woman who he saw volunteering, the one he saw when he was being dragged away. "You! Do you think you're rightful for the Emperor's army? Look at yourself, - you're a woman! Something weak... And fragile, you should be serving men such as myself." He wipes the blood from his broken nose and bruised lips. "You are nothing to me, the Emperor or these men and everyone here knows it. The only thing you will prove here is that you are good whore or that you make good fertilzer."

After his rant he went to go sit down on the floor, around the bodily fluids that he had so graciously brought into the cell with him. He crossed his legs together and puts his hands behind him to balance his stance. He looks up to the ceiling, observing the bleak and grey tiles that held themselves together above him. "You know, once we redeem ourselves I will be by the Emperor's side to continue the fight. What will you all be doing?" He says standing up putting his hands in the air. "Redemption!" He begins to chant "Reeee-dehm-shun! Reeee-dehm-shun! Reeee-dehm-shun! Reeee-dehm-shun! Reeee-dehm-shun! Reeee-dehm-shun!"