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

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

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

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Tybalt Argyris

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

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

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

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

[Assistant]
Azi Lukotta

Azi suddenly felt a chill up his back, causing him to lift his head out of his pillow slightly from his unsteady sleep. The atmosphere, with everyone greeting each other, was too friendly for there to be anything truly hostile. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but instinctually feel that there was a predator stalking him. Just as he thought that, she struck. "Ahn!?" Azi yelped as his tail was suddenly held captive by Diana. "W-wait, my tail is sensit-- iiive~?!" He tried to turn and stop her, but his body gave out once she began stroking it. Waves of pleasure quickly incapacitated him, leaving him helpless to do anything except whimper quietly in submission. "
Uwaaahh~~ someone help me...
" He silently prayed for the gods to intervene and save him from Diana's grasp.

[User]
Aika Lennone

By now, Aika's hysteria caused her to slump onto her side on her bed, her long icy hair making a large wave as she crashed on the less than comfortable pillow. The starchy cushion did little to quell her laughter, as she rolled onto her back, facing up to easily see the antics as well as her new friend. "Is this normal for her?" she asked Pauline while gesturing her left thumb up and over to Diana.

From on her back, she was now able to see a new face standing before her and Pauline, a slender looking fellow with long red hair, and carrying what looked like a katana, claiming the name 'Fredrick.' "Oh, hello, ehehehe," she mustered through the giggling. "I'm Aika, and I've said my name about four times today, hehe."

[Assistant]
Hyakuya

Hyakuya simply nodded when Aika pointed out that it was how they called Manaketes in their region. In all honesty, the dragon didn't know much about other regions so he wasn't aware of other names of his kind. He then stayed silent, happy with merely listening to these young folks talking around. He then proceeded to sit on his bed with his back leaning on the wall and was now facing Azi...

Whose tail was being caressed by Diana. A smile made its way to his face as he watched the whole incident. Hyakuya had only noticed that he was facing a laguz. He had not known much about the race but he had encountered the dragon laguz tribe when he was but a child. he remembered it to be quite an experience, seeing other transforming dragons who didn't need the use of stones. His attention was soon taken back by Diana and Azi when he started to whimper. Ah, of course, a tail was always the most sensitive part of an animal, same can be told with those humans who had their own tail.

And he turned his head towards the door when someone kicked it, a blond haired fellow walked in, greeting everyone there. And so it was safe to assume that he was part of Squad Triginita since Hyakuya assumed that 'retards' was actually pertaining to his teammates. Whatever happened in their trial would have to be different from what happened to their own trial. Not that it mattered much to the manakete. He fell back into silence with a smile on his face as he watched them all talk with each other.

[User]
Mikhail Fuast

Mikhail found himself staring at the door to the barracks. The man pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a defeated sigh as he felt the first prickle of a headache start to surface. The racket coming from within was already deafening and the inexplicable boot mark on the door did little to ease his growing dread. "Should have spent more time checking on the damn horse," he muttered to himself.

Having satisfied his sour puss tendencies for the time being, Mikhail gathered his resolve and calmly opened the door. He was fully prepared to go about his business in silence and claim any bunk still available. However, the sight that greeted him at the entryway caused his normal frown to sink into a grimace.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't molest my squad mate," the cavalier directed to the pink haired bombshell that was currently enchanted by Azi's tail. "It'd be a shame if you broke him before our next trial." Both his voice and facial expression made it difficult to determine just how serious he was being, although he hardly seemed concerned for Azi's sake.

Mikhail met the laguz's pitiful gaze with an ice cold stare and a raised eyebrow, as if to say, "Your mess, you clean it up." Not waiting for a response from either of them, he made his way to one of the bunks in the back. It wasn't until he threw his pack down that he realized that he had ended up next to Claude.

"I take it the boot print on the door was your doing," he said to the merc casually.

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

To be honest, it isn't all that great most of the times. First, if we brought home an animal, we would have to skin it then get all of the best meat out it, though we don't let anything go to waste. Anyways, if we didn't catch something then we might have to eat only bread but most times we would just skip on eating," Hiro began before stopping to think about what animals were the best to hunt during what situation. "I suppose we typically hunted stags and boars because of all the meat they provided but if we needed something quick then we would go after small birds or squirrels."

[User]
Claude

The others had not exactly received the new recruit warmly, so Claude decided to be the better man (what an odd ocurrance) and welcome him.

"Yo, Fredrick. Hope ya get used to all these other retards, and I also hope you can swing that sword arm for something other than cutting vegetables." The man snarked and then laughed a bit.

He then decided to take some well deserved rest, but the green cavelier seemed to have other plans for him.

Mikhail approached him, claiming him to be the culprit of the footprint stamped on the door.

"Har. Can't you tell by the size of the boot? Hope you ain't a clean freak, though. Once a guy like that made me clean my whole outfit. Worst fucking day ever. My fingers were all like raisin'"

The man gritted his pointy teeth at the best of his ability.

[Assistant]
As they conversed, Tybalt took a seat on the bed across from Hiro, listening intently to his words. Being of noble birth, Tybalt had not had the kind of experience people like Hiro had. He did not get to see the world like they did, he had to learn what it was like to survive on his own, not be brought up in poverty and have survival constantly on his mind.

"Incredible, you used all of the beast you say? Is that where you got your clothing?" He asked, motioning to Hiro's attire, visually shuddering a little bit from the idea of wearing dead animal skins right off the beast. "That sounds like an incredibly difficult life, but the fact that you sit here now is a testament to the amount of drive you truly have. I'm glad your skills let you survive until now, and apparently much more. Boars and stags made good target practice from the sounds of it, comparative to flying horses, even!" He quipped, letting a laugh slip out after his joke. "Then again, I figure squirrels and birds would be much harder to hit...all the more reason to respect such marksmanship. Let me say I would not want to be on the end of your bow."

He glanced to the others, cracking a smile as he saw the merc and the cavalier leering at one another. Rising from his seat, he clapped Hiro on the shoulder and motioned to the others. "Come, let's go meet the other squad while we still have time."

Hoping the archer was following him, the mage briskly strode over to the others, placing a leg on a chair in front of him to boldly announce his arrival into the conversation with Hiro in tow.

"Hello, my new friends!" He spoke to the cavalier, mercenary, and swordsman, a bold grin on his face. "I believe I have not introduced myself. My name is Tybalt. Talented mage, noble on the rise, and easy on the eyes if I do say so myself." He proclaimed to the three. "And what fine gentlemen may I be speaking to?"


[System]
Age
22

Gender
Female

Race
Elf

Personality
Allisa seems to be the very definition of cheerfulness and friendliness. She is usually seen with a smile on her face, and doesn't hesitate to strike up a friendly conversation with people. She is also a very honest person, sometimes to the point of being brutal about it, and she is not a very good secret keeper either.

Abilities
Allisa is quite a skilled huntress. Having lived in the woods for much of her childhood, she is fully capable of using a bow and arrow to fell targets at long range. Allisa is also skilled with a dagger or two in hand to repel someone at close range.
Allisa is fully capable of stealthily hunting down targets in a forest, whether it be for food like deer and rabbits or for kill quests of dangerous beasts. She also feels most at home in a forest and will usually seek out a tree to sleep in, which certainly helps with money as there's not much need to find an inn.

Notable Equipment, Traits, etc
-Longbow and arrows: pretty standard stuff. The bow is nicely crafted, but made out of wood from the common trees, while the arrows can be bought in plenty of common weapon shops.
-Pair of daggers: Even a long range combatant may find themselves having to face an enemy in close combat, which is why these are here. Nothing really special about them, though.
-Obedient: Allisa will gladly follow any order given to her by someone she trusts, as long as the order is acceptable to her moral standards. Better be specific, though, because she tends to go above and beyond for these orders. Get some food? An entire day spent hunting down rabbits and bringing their skinned carcasses back to the person who issued the order. Make sure someone's not bothered? Drive away all people by threatening them with her bow and arrow should they get too close.

History
Allisa was born in a forest village, where she spent her entire life learning how to fend for herself. She learned much about the forest and its bounty of hidden goods, as well as the means of acquiring these goods. The migration patterns of certain animals, the edible fruits and vegetables, how to string a bow and hunt down animals, etc. Allisa was also told that she should have the ability to perform magic. However, she never really understood magic and its ways, so she quickly gave up on that idea.
As Allisa became of age, she decided to leave home. According to her parents, she was to be able to fend for herself now and earn a living for herself. After a day had passed, though, she realized that she felt... lost. She was so used to having people tell her what to do that she didnt really know what to do for herself. So, she wandered. She walked for days, stopping to rest for food and sleep, until she finally made her way to a city.
It was her first time entering a city, so all the sights and sounds were completely new to her. An adventurer found her and helped guide her through the city, making their way to the Adventurer's Guild. From there, she became an adventurer, and did her best to complete the quests she found.

Other
Most quests she does tend to be beginner quests, like find a lost pet or killing 5 or so troublesome creatures.

[User]
Nyla looked around a bit curiously as one after another began to show up asking to join the party. A pout began to form on her lips. Fearing that her admittance into the formation of the party would be over looked and she was be cast aside. Though one of the last arrivals had gotten her attention. Maybe because the girl was placing her entire attention on Nyla. She looked at the girl, maybe a bit too intently. She was often off put by horns, viewing them as something dangerous, but some reason this girls didn't bother Nyla. Nyla was beginning to feel a bit, what's an appropriate term.. Captivated. Yes, captivated just by looking at the girl. She felt herself hesitantly inches closer; Kuzie noticing and being unaffected began to tug at her hair as if to hold her back. Nyla innocently swatting at the Squirrel to cease.

Before she knew it a hulking mass of green stepped in between the two and broke Nyla's line of sight. That simple act seemed to sever the charm. Shaking her head and filling a bit dizzy she tried to process what had just happened. 'Was that girl using some kind of charm spell?' The ditsy girl tried to reason. Now that she was no longer effected she could listen to all that was going on. Apparently they all seemed intent on keeping Nyla in the party, which was welcome news. It would have been a nightmare trying to find another group. But then again there was that girl... Nyla peeked around the green man once more to look at the girl. She could feel herself getting drawn in again, but this time she quickly snapped away and hid herself behind Mr. Green once again. Shaking her head and clearing her mind of those dizzying thoughts.

[Assistant]
Smith's plan had started to crash and burn with the first of the three amigos attempting to show off his skills. She didn't particularly like being referred to as a "creature of the night", especially by such a rambunctious cretin. The demon watched as the boy threw money away, absolutely dumbfounded by what she was seeing. So not only was this kid a moron, but he was also a wasteful moron.

Smith was about to speak, but stopped herself as soon as the catboy opened his mouth. It felt as if he loved the sound of his own voice, letting out his thoughts in an endless fashion that was sure to grate on one's ears eventually. This asshole had no fucking filter. Smith refrained from interrupting him, and instead chose to let him get all of his inept comments out. And then..

"YOU HELP US OUT, YOU GET THE BOOTY."

Smith was dumbfounded, agitated, and amused all at once. She couldn't tell if this kid was a genius, or really dumb. Either way, she felt like toying with him. Apparently, this boy's name was Falsch, though Smith decided to refer to him as Catboy instead. Catboy was now on the receiving end of several glares from various adventurers. You see, when you yell a statement that essentially accuses a hot young woman of prowling for "the booty", you tend to become the subject of pure, unadulterated hatred, especially when that hot young woman is also a succubus.

The green giant had started to speak as well, but Smith was more focused on the crowd which had begun to gather around the table.

"HEY, BUDDY!" Some large man in the front of the crowd yelled at Catboy. "Whadd'ya think yur sayin' bout dis gurl 'ere? You assume she be some sorta horny monster, when she ain't done nuthin' to support dat thought. Scumbags like you make me sick." Smith watched as another, smaller man joined in.

"You guys are pathetic. Accusing her like this." The small man seemed to blame all 3 of the amigos for Catboy's words. "I bet you three were just trying to get some, yourselves, attempting to push away someone who was simply trying to protect another girl from the clutches of evil so that you could have that other girl all to yourselves. What I'm saying is, you're just defending that girl in some sick, pathetic attempt to score!" Smith almost laughed at his lack of self awareness.

"Alright boys, alright, I think they've had enough. Go back and drink your drinks, and leave these guys alone, I'll be alright." Smith gathered her thoughts as the mob went back to their own business, each man keeping at least one eye on Catboy. The succubus stood from her seat, and examined the three amigos and the cute girl from a different angle for once. She started to speak to each of them in sequence, starting with the grand moron himself.

"Are you alright? You seem to have an ego large enough to cost you money, no offense." She quickly moved on to Catboy, who was as rude as they come. "I don't think I've ever encountered someone as rude as you, but you do happen to be quite amusing." As Smith said this, she leaned in, putting her face rather close to his, while delicately caressing his chin with her hand. "I might just keep you around." She quickly moved back, her tone and mannerism instantly switching from flirty to much more judgmental and serious. "But, seriously, you need to stop judging people and assuming things so easily. Just because i'm half succubi doesn't mean i'm always thinking about sex. It's people like you that make it really hard for me to get anything done without people wanting sex out of me. People always see the succubus part of me, and never the human half. I'm just a girl. I asked her-" She quickly pointed at Nyla "to join my party because she legitimately looked capable, and I didn't really know how I felt about you three. But, now that i've seen a little more of each of you, I think I've got my idea of you three in order. That guy seems a bit crazy, a bit reckless, and a bit of a mess." She said, pointing towards Koji. "Catboy, you seem rude, but rather amusing. Not exactly sure what you can do combat-wise, but at least you wont bore me to death." And then there was the big green guy.

Smith slowly stepped towards the hulking mass of a green bard. "And you..." She playfully poked at the orc's chest with a single finger, and acted as if she was impressed by the firmness that was returned against her touch, "Ooo, nice." She stepped back and looked up at him. "You seem like a nice guy, I guess." Smith took a deep breath and walked up to Nyla.

"I'm really sorry about all of the misunderstandings. I'm not a bad person, I just can't really turn off my natural charms. Being a succubus isn't all sex and rainbows." Smith's thoughts had begun to blur together. She didn't really remember what things were honest, and which were lies. "Anyways, I should introduce myself. You can call me Smith." She reached out her hand to the cute girl who she stood in front of.

Smith's glorious plan was rudely interrupted by a loud, obnoxious demon who ran into the guild trying to goat people into taking her in to their parties. As soon as Smith got a good look at this demon, she immediately hid behind the large Orc. Beatrice knew her. This girl was, for lack of a better word, one of Beatrice's past demons.

No, no, no! The past no longer mattered. Smith was no longer Beatrice. Still, that girl would know Smith's face as that of Beatrice, and would immediately shatter the image that she had created for herself.

"Okay, I'm definitely good with partying with all of you, but whatever you do, do not, and I repeat, DO NOT let that demon join our party. There are very few people in this world who have egos so large that any other traits or skills they would otherwise have are completely useless. That girl is the epitome of uselessly egotistical." Even if Smith had seen even slightly ingenuine before, this moment threw all of that out the window. She was clearly serious with her disdain for Elysia.

[User]
Koji's internal worries quickly turned to indignation as he was all at once ridiculed, mocked, and reprimanded. What, could they not see that he clearly had the skill to back up his claims?
Even IF that was sheer luck just now...

But that last comment from a bystander really... IRKED him. And, honestly? While the man in green and the girl from earlier were perfectly fine with him, the other two... Well, needless to say, their first impressions weren't exactly the most helpful. After all, how could insulting the future leader of the group lead to anything GOOD? Even he had that much common sense!

"...Hrmph. Well, before I can address any of your issues, I must turn in my contract! Leave me at peace as I mull this over, else I make a choice that ruins us all equally!"

Pulling his mask over his face to hide it, Koji moved to hand in the paperwork at the front desk, almost beginning another one of his usual dialogues before someone entered and cleared their throat... Quite loudly. Half annoyed at being interrupted AGAIN for no good reason, Koji silently thanked the receptionist instead of launching into another lengthy spiel before turning to face the source of the interruption. What he was met with, however, was beyond what he could have imagined.

Someone with a sense of grandeur almost as big as his own! Truly, this must have been a fate ordained by the gods! After all, who could understand him better than someone cut from the same cloth? Completely ignoring the annoying demon woman who had chosen to off him just a few moments earlier, Koji, his face now much less red, approached the self-proclaimed summoner with a smile on his face.

"If I may, madam, but surely you may find such an invitation from one such as I! Yes, I know the pain of being ignored as you have far too well, so I shall extend my hand in aid. Let this be my request to you, from whom I know naught but a name; join me in my journey across these perilous lands!"

[Assistant]
Allisa was unsure about what to do now that the shopkeeper was demanding compensation for damaged goods. Allisa didn't mean to break her wares, even if it was already broken. The swordswoman seemed to "fix" her "broken" object and began to argue about it. Allisa merely placed the broken knife back onto the table and flipped open her pouch where she placed her spending money. She then took out a small handful of coins and began counting them, then placed them in a neat pile on the table.

"Here you go. I hope that's enough," Allisa said, then she ran off into the Adventurer's Guild. Allisa was smart enough to realize that the items that shopkeeper was selling were just pieces of trash and junk, but she felt a bit sorry for the poor girl. It seemed like if that was all she was doing to earn a living, she must not have been earning very much. Allisa then realized that she had forgotten why she came to the Adventurer's Guild in the first place. It took a few moments of thinking, but Allisa eventually remembered; it was to turn in that kill quest she had done earlier.

Once she had collected her reward, Allisa then began to head over to the quest board to get another job. As she did so, Allisa noticed quite the commotion nearby. A number of people had gathered, but what made them really stand out was how different they all seemed to be from each other. Allisa had noticed them just in time to see one of them, a human from the looks of it, making some grandstanding speech that Allisa could barely understand. Something about... an invitation, and a journey, or something like that. In any case, it didn't seem to concern Allisa, and she continued on to look at the quest board.


[System]
Alias: N/A
Age:16

Powers/limitations:
Elemental Heritage (fire)
-Naturally immune to fire attacks
-Can naturally produce fire and heat using a mana source.
-weak to water and cold attacks
Curse of Rage
-drastically increases fire abilities at the cost of succumbing to his fury.
-curse is kept in check by magical seal created by his father.
-severely drains mana source after use, long cool down.

Appearance:

[User]
She seemed much more relaxed now than his first interaction with her not even twenty minutes ago, to Kyle, this was good; however. His brow crinkled slightly at her response, so he had startled her, he actually felt kind of bad for that. For what reason though? The whole thing was so inconsequential, and yet here he was feeling guilt for causing such a minor thing to escalate...well not escalate that might be taking it somewhat dramatically; regardless.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you with that. Knowing a person is there when I can't see them is just something that comes so naturally that I sometimes forget about it," he pondered this a bit, his finger rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "I suppose that's not really good, forgetting things like that," he smiled a bit weakly at that, but returned back to more a normal expression. She moved to speak once more until the rather large aura began to speak. His voice was loud and thunderous, actually it was a bit deafening, Kyle found himself digging in his ears afterwards to check his hearing.

He told them what their classes were going to be, where, etc. all part of the orientation. When he asked for questions, Kyle remained silent as other students asked their general questions. He pretty much had an idea of what was to go down, but in all honesty, he just didn't care to ask any questions he never felt he needed to, everything else he'd find out eventually. Looking over to Grace, her aura had changed again, back to a nervous frequency. He sighed internally, this girl, how she could be so skittish knowing where she was going... No he couldn't judge her based on that, not everyone was like he was, cool, in control... Maybe it was time to return the favor, keeping his senses open and alert he used his cane to gently tap her foot. When he got her attention he gave her a reassuring smile, as if to say, "don't be nervous."

[Assistant]
Feeling something tap on her foot Grace looked up to see Kyle smiling at her and she smiled gently in return. She knew she was too timid, people had often told her but she couldn't help it. She had always viewed attention as bad; because of the fear her powers may be discovered. However things were different here and she needed to remember that. There were probably other fears she could have in this new environment however she thought that the less thought she gave to them the less they'd bother her. Mr Steele suddenly spoke up again, catching her by surprise. "Alright then, you've got about ten minuted before your next class is supposed to start. Stay in the gym, but have some free time."

"Can't help it." She whispered back, feeling safe in speaking now that they'd been dismissed. "I mean… what if I don't hold up against the others?" What if she was labelled the weak link? Smiling despite herself she shrugged slightly. I didn't really get to practice my powers a lot when I was younger… I guess I'm not that confident in myself." She shrugged slightly, thinking maybe she had said too much. Grace was aware that she sometimes spoke too much but smiled despite herself.

"Sorry," She shrugged slightly. As before she found herself curious as to how his powers worked, how he saw and things like that but was much too polite to ask. So she instead chose to ask something else since she really didn't know much about him. "So do you have any siblings?" She paused for a moment but decided not to ask about his parents, since it could sometimes be a sensitive subject for people, especially people like them. "I don't have any myself, but I kind of always wanted one. It wouldn't have been as quiet growing up."

[User]
He could feel her smile, but her aura remained almost entirely unchanged; what a timid girl. It wasn't too long after that Mr. Steele fired off again and Grace began to speak to him once more.

"Can't help it." She whispered back, "I mean… what if I don't hold up against the others?" Oh man, her confidence was staggeringly low, "I didn't really get to practice my powers a lot when I was younger… I guess I'm not that confident in myself. Sorry"She paused for a bit before asking another question, "So do you have any siblings? I don't have any myself, but I kind of always wanted one. It wouldn't have been as quiet growing up."

"No I...don't have siblings." His brow crinkled, something was eating him, she was changing the subject because she wasn't confident in herself. Damn it, he felt bad for her again, this girl was doing things to him, messing with his head, but that couldn't be the case, because no one could actually be that...that...shit...

"Grace," he began, this was going to be a long one, "speaking honestly, I don't think you need to worry too much, I can guarantee you that most of the students here probably haven't had a lot chances to use their powers either, probably for safety reasons. You'll have your shining star or two, but from what I can gather already your water powers already seem to be at a good level. The thing you did earlier today, shielding me from the rain, it may not seem like much, but it was a lot of fast moving droplets of water, constantly showering an area, yet you were moving them out and down away from me consistently without faltering. Even as I approached you remained in the same state, not once did you try to catch your breath. Just based on that initial observation, and for what its worth" he leaned against the gym bleachers, nicely folded up for the school day activities, "I think you're going to outclass a lot of these chumps."

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Grace looked to Kyle in surprise as he changed the topic on her again. However his words made her smile and a blush spread over her cheeks and she glanced down slightly in modesty, glad he couldn't see the red in her cheeks. "It… it was nothing really. I've done things like that tones of times before. I…" She took a small breath and looked up at his face still smiling gently and nodded slightly. "Thank you." No one had ever really said something like that to her about her powers. Then again there hadn't been much chance to now she thought about it.

Maybe he was right. Maybe she needed to stop worrying so much. "But now you've got me a little curious. It was something I've been wondering for a little bit now, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. But I was kind of wondering… what your powers were? And how you can see without really using your eyes like a lot of us have to." The girl dared to ask. She wouldn't hold it against him if he didn't want to tell her, but he just seemed so confident, despite everything.

It gave her hope in a way; if he could be so sure of her then maybe she'd be able to be surer of herself too. She had never really thought her powers were anything special, but that was comparing herself to her mother and other supers… maybe her problem had just been that she'd been setting unrealistic goals and expectations of herself. Either way she decided there that she liked this guy, and could see being around him very beneficial for her. Hopefully he didn't mind if she hung around him.

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A wave of emotions flooded her aura, but the one thing he was really looking for, was for her to relax and that mad him smile; even more so when he could feel the heat from her cheeks. She tried to be modest about it at first, but eventually thanked him. He couldn't help but smile a little, for some reason, her smiling made him smile, it was...a good feeling, not one he felt often. It seemed like whatever he said boosted her confidence a little and made her relaxed enough to start asking about him and his powers.

"Ah, I was wondering when that was going to be brought up," he raised his head up," ahhhh now where to begin... ok, so you know that most supers get their powers through genetics, via some form of mutation in them right? I'm something a little different, a little more wild so speak, but that might just be me being dramatic. My powers are the direct result of being a descendant of a fire elemental, in other words, I can control that element, produce it and extinguish it at will. As for my sight, because of my inherently magical nature, I have access to what's known as a 'mana source' and a power called 'mana'. Mana is a source of energy for all life, it flows and ebbs through everything, but is completely invisible to the naked eye, because of my source, I can sense that mana. While you might see me for what I am, whatever that may be, the way I see you is as this constantly flowing and waving source of colors. I can sense exactly where you are, what actions you're doing and," he smirked at this, "honestly your fiery red cheeks."

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"Oh…" Grace said, some of it making sense to her, some of it losing her a little. The whole mana thing was not a concept she was familiar with, he did a fairly good job explaining it. "I got my powers from my mum." She piped up quickly. "Elementals run in our family too, though she's more earth, so we're still not sure why I ended up with water… we figured it has something to do with natures, that certain elements just work better for certain natures." However when he mentioned that he could see her blushing Grace gasped slightly, dropping her gaze back to the ground and feeling her cheeks burning even fiercer.

The girl was quiet for a few moments when someone else spoke up. "Aww look, isn't that cute? She's got a crush on the blind boy!" Gasping again Grace looked up and to the source of the voice. A girl who was a fair bit taller than her with dark brown hair and green eyes. "Look how red she is."

"I… don't" Grace replied softly, her voice barely auditable.

"What was that? You need to speak up, I didn't hear you?"

"I said I don't…" She said, only a fraction louder, still not enough to be heard very well. Tears were now starting to well up in her eyes on top of it all and she took a few nervous steps away as the other girl advanced on her.

She shook her head slightly. "Sorry sweetie still can't hear you." It wasn't entirely clear if her intent was malicious or not, she hadn't said anything outright mean, though she had invited herself into a private conversation. Either way it was making Grace uncomfortable and she began to look around for the quickest exit.

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She seemed to get the gist of the explanation, though some of the technical stuff might have been over her head. She explained her origin as well, seemed like she was an elemental as well although...maybe she lost touch with her magical roots...maybe his father could show her something or even...well it was something to think on later. After having mentioned her blushing though he had to wonder if he took his teasing too far, that was until someone gave him the answer clear as day.

"Aww look, isn't that cute? She's got a crush on the blind boy! Look how red she is."

This looked bad, Grace's aura suddenly shifted, timidity and fear enveloped her and a new aura approached; he felt webs of aggression. The new aura taunted Grace, stricken with fear of this new adversary she slowly backed away. No, he couldn't let that overcome him, but he couldn't just let this injustice take place either.

"Ahem!" This attracted the girl's attention as he stepped in-between her and Grace, "you interrupted our conversation, please leave." His face was stone cold, but his insides raged with a fire he wanted to loose upon her.

"Ooh what's this? Casanova gonna protect his little girlfriend?" She began taunting him, but he was unimpressed, Grace on the other hand, she probably felt that one. He was going to get this girl away from Grace, he just needed something to give him an edge in the conversation, anything would help, but until then, all he could say was.

"I'm not going to ask you again," his body was becoming more like a furnace.

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Grace looked up very slightly at the intervention of Kyle, her gaze slightly curious amongst the other emotions overwhelming her. At the other girl's words she looked back down. The other girl smiled slightly at the boy's words and tossed her hair slightly with a smirk and a small scoff. "Cool your jets hot stuff, I was just teasing." She said carelessly as she turned and walked away, joining a group of other very tall and attractive looking girls whom she began laughing with as if the whole encounter with the pair had never happened.

Grace slowly looked away from them and then back to Kyle with a small smile. She reached out to touch him for a moment, before feeling the heat radiating off his body and quickly retracted her hand, holding it gently. "Thank you." She said gently, looking at him with another small smile as she wiped away the small tears that had formed in her eyes. "You didn't have to… but I'm glad you did. Sometimes it feels like everyone can sense my nervousness. I'm like a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti. The bullies just seem to smell me coming from a mile away."

She actually laughed softly and seemed to have calmed down and mostly gotten over her nervousness from before. "I'll try not to be a burden like that in the future." She promised. "Do you always get all hot when you get mad?" Grace asked curiously, remembering how he'd been practically radiating heat. No doubt if she'd touched him she would have burnt herself.

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Kyle remained as stone faced as ever even in the girl's flippancy and departure. Once she was back with her group Kyle relaxed a bit, letting his guard down, he turned around to face Grace.

"Thank you. You didn't have to… but I'm glad you did. Sometimes it feels like everyone can sense my nervousness. I'm like a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti. The bullies just seem to smell me coming from a mile away. I'll try not to be a burden like that in the future."

He felt somewhat relieved that she was alright, her aura had shifted back to normal too. That being said, he was saddened by the fact that she felt the way she did about herself. To have such a low confidence, to the point of considering yourself to be a burden to others, what made her feel this way to begin with?

"Do you always get all hot when you get mad?"

Taken aback he looked down at his hand, before growing somewhat solemn, "Sorry," he spoke, "sometimes I forget to control the heat, but...fires rage, its in their nature," looking down at her he noticed she was holding her hand, "Grace...did I hurt you?" He looked to her slightly concerned.


[System]
Age: 25

Coven: Black Hawks

Abilities:
Advanced Telekinesis - An advanced form of Telekinesis. It allows the user to move very large objects and create a powerful burst of sheer telekinetic energy.
Cloaking - The ability to make someone invisible and unable to be detected.

Mark: Yang Side

Adam's Playlist

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Ciara was fully able to see the smirk on his face as she mentioned the woman lying beside him, her eyes drifting down to where he was rubbing Jays arm. The same look of annoyance and disapproval showing on her face as she pursed her lips before he spoke. Her eyes went back up towards where Adam laid, as well as where she would be looking at him if he was here. Ciara bit her lip softly as he asked if she was jealous, a slight blush starting as he said it suited her. She wasn't jealous! Adam clearly wanted her to be, the way he was acting. Right? Or maybe that was in her head. "I am not jealous Adam, I told you, you are not my type." Ciara said rolling her eyes. Though…..she wasn't even sure anymore. Even when looking for what the symbol was earlier, Adam kept crawling his way into her mind. "I do find it ironic that you are petting her arm like a dog. Clearly what I think she seems to be is true?" She added quickly, trying to subtlety call Jay a bitch.

When Adam said something about almost being able to see her body Ciara's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting a little and face turning a dark red as he once again today made her blush like a school girl. Ciara blinked cutting off her sight of Adam, her eyes becoming clear again as she looked down at herself. In truth if it hadn't been for Adam's comments she wouldn't have noticed how thin the fabric was, it wasn't something she ever wore out of her room. She started to shift her body, but stopped as he added that he wouldn't mind. Ciara's clear glaze looked up, as she pulled the blanket out from under her and covered her body from his view. "Hmm too bad you already have a girlfriend huh?" She thought to herself, only to hear it echo and knew he heard it as well.

Ciara gave an awkward laugh, before changing the subject to being afraid he was already asleep closing her eyes again, them looking foggy when they reopened and she could see him again. Her sight coming back in time to see Adam tightened his hold on Jay. She frowned a little taking it as a reaction to what she had said, she wouldn't slip up like that again. "Oh? She asked tilting her head a little. "I'm sorry that you are still hurting." Ciara got out before Adam went on, she sighed and pitched the bridge on her noise. "And thank you, for that mental image." She muttered. Ciara waited for him to reply to her word about finding something, only to get a shake of the head, she raised an eyebrow, he really wasn't one for enthusiasm was he?

She started to bend over to get the paper from her jeans, only to see him circling the air with his hand. Ciara pursed her lips. "If you could be a little more patient Adam, that would be great. I can barely see half of what is going on, on my side with this spell after all." She said slightly annoyed as she found her pants. She smiled widely digging for the paper, finally hearing a little bit of enthusiasm. "Yes it does, actually both of ours. It is a set." She answered still smiling, though as she sat up with the copied page in her hand, Ciara frowned thinking of something she hadn't before.

"You can't see this good enough to read can you?" She asked knowing that it would be unreadable with the blur. She really needed to figure out what was causing the blur in her spell so she could fit it. Ciara sighed sadly thinking, she really needed him to see this! For him to read it! Oddly she needed him to see that she was useful enough to keep around. "I really need to meet you tomorrow! This is important, it can be in the woods if you are worried about her, but we really need to meet Adam." She finally said loudly through her mind not wanting anyone on her side to know either if they were listening, her tone almost pleading with him.

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Not her type? Adam highly doubted that considering she was always blushing around him and those times when she looked as if she was just as ready to kiss him as he was her. Just as he finished the thought, she mentioned the way he was stocking Jay's arm and his hand came to a complete stop. He had not even realize that he was rubbing her arm, though the disgusted tone in Ciara's voice made his all-to-familiar smirk appear again. "What is wrong, Ciara? Is it that you dislike Jay or that you dislike that Jay is with me when you want to be in her place?" He asked in a cocky tone.

Adam found it adorable as a shocked look came across Ciara's face shortly followed by a bright red blush. Honestly, he could get used to seeing her look so flustered it was incredibly cute. A full and genuine smile stretched his mouth upwards as he watched her look down at herself and at what she was wearing. Her voice rung out through his mind, but it was different than when she spoke because her mouth did not move. Instantly, Adam knew she did not mean for him to hear the thought, which lead him to believe that she was starting to like him. "Are you wishing that you could be my girlfriend?" He asked bluntly though a smile still turned the corners of his mouth upwards a little.

Adam nodded at her apology but did not say anything. He did not know what to say, really. He could say it was okay, but it's not. He could say it was not her fault, but it kind of was. So instead he just kept his mouth shut and allowed the comment to pass. The moment passed quickly though as he continued to tell her about what she might have found just a little while earlier and smirked as she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Once again she was flustered and it made Adam smirk. "You are so very welcome! If you want I could give you more details." He offered with a laugh.

Ciara pulled out a piece of paper and held it out for him to see. "I can tell that there are words but I cannot make them out." Adam sighed softly and slowly rolled Jay off his chest and onto her back then sat up slowly. Her mental words drifted though his head and he shook his head with a small laugh. "I am not worried about Jay, I can handle her. Though if this is as important as you say it is, then we need to meet tonight." Adam pulled the covers off his legs and swung his feet to the ground. A shift in the bed caught his attention and he opened his eyes and looked behind him to see Jay rolling her back to him. Good, she was fast asleep. "I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight anyway." He mumbled as he grabbed his pants and slipped them on.

With a smirk, Adam closed his eyes so that he could see Ciara's face. "Would you prefer me to put on a shirt or go shirtless, darling?" he asked in a flirting tone. Meanwhile he slipped on his shoes and started to tie the laces as he got ready to head out. "Meet me in the alley way I pushed you into today. From there we can find an abandoned building." He told her than opened his eyes and headed out the door.

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"Truly? I dislike the woman, and kind of want to set her on fire." Ciara answered him quickly frowning still despite his smirk. Sure there was a small, tiny, jealous, and petty part of Ciara that wished she could be the one by his side. That she could be the one cuddled up to him. However, for the most part, she just really hated Jay despite never actually meeting her face to face.

Ciara hadn't meant for him to hear her thought. Most of her thoughts were quiet, though because the thought was directed at him, it echoed to him. She gave an awkward laugh before Adam spoke, his question made her laugh softly at him as she tilted her head. "It was meant a smart ass comment. I choose not to say out loud." She answered her fingers grapping the sheets under her blanket as she fought the urge to look away or bite her lip, anyone that knew her well knew to look for her tells. Luckily Adam didn't know her that well yet, because she really wasn't the best liar. "Though...you have asked me that question twice now, Adam. Are you starting to wish I was your girlfriend?" Ciara asked with a smirk, she knew his answer would likely be no, but it was a way to hopefully get him to change the subject and keep from embarrassing herself even more. It was embarrassing enough that Ciara didn't think about what she was wearing before she whispered out to him.

Ciara's hand moved away from where it was pitching the bridge of her nose and laughed a little bit at Adam's offer, opening her eyes and shaking her head. Even while she was flustered she couldn't help the fact his offer was slightly funny. "No! Please don't, I'm quite comfortable without knowing the details." She said softly before getting the piece of paper out of her jeans and showing it to him. Only for him to say he could see the writing but not make it out, making Ciara frown as she sighed. It was slightly disheartening that she went through all that work for him to be unable to see it.

When she started to plead with Adam to meet with her, she didn't expect him really to agree. Or at least not to agree so easily. So when he shook his head and laughed, Ciara pursed her lips a little bit listening to him, though as he finished her lips turned up into an excited smile. "Tonight?" Ciara looked at the wall beside her where Taylor's room was, wondering if her sister was asleep or not. "Okay, that works. I just…" Ciara started looking back at him only for Adam to uncover himself, her eyes instinctively looking down before she gasped her eyes looking away and her face turning a bright red again. "Um…you…you could have given some warning not to look Adam." She complained even though truly if he had warned she wasn't sure if she wouldn't have looked anyway. Ciara saw him open his eyes out of the corner of her eye and blinked cutting off her line of sight, taking that time to uncover herself and slip her jeans on.

Ciara could still hear him muttering able not being able to sleep anyway, though she didn't respond to it. Honestly, she was tired, her body still felt like it was drained, and if she didn't start seeing Adam every time she closed her eyes, she would have fallen asleep easily while they were talking. Ciara had her night shirt pulled up to almost her chest when he started to speak to her again, her hands dropped the fabric back over her body as she listened. Ciara's face turned bright red again at not only his question, but the tone he said it in. She wouldn't mind seeing him shirtless in person really. "It's up to you Adam, it is going to be cold out there." Ciara answered before biting her lip again though she didn't focus in on him again, knowing that she would have been tempted to look him over again.

"You mean you threw me in?" She corrected him frowning. "Sound good to me, meet you there." Ciara finished nodding her head a little before breaking the spell so she could get dressed the rest of the way, she quickly slipped a shirt and her shoes on before heading towards the door however, she stopped on turned back heading for her window instead. Ciara didn't want anyone else knowing that she was leaving, and part of her said that the window would be a better choice. Directing her shield below her, she easily jumped out her window, shield breaking her fall so she didn't hurt herself before headed to town.

The town was quiet and empty with it being so late, something she was thankful for as she sat in the alleyway. A tiny bit of light showing in the alleyway, as she sat on the ground absentmindedly throwing a small fire in the shape of a ball, up into the air, bored and waiting for Adam to get there her mind thinking over the page in her pocket.

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Adam had his pants half pulled up when Ciara gasped and turned a bright red. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he watched Ciara look over his body. A laugh rang aloud from his mouth but he quickly stopped and looked back at Jay who did not seem to be disturbed. He pulled his pants up all the way and closed his eyes again. "I could have warned you, but surprising you was just so much better." He replied in a cocky tone that still held a hint of laughter. Honestly, he had not thought to warn her, he did not think she would care, much less react so strongly. "Have you ever seen a male naked before?" He asked as soon as the thought occurred to him.

Flustering Ciara was starting to become second nature to him, and he couldn't help but smirk as he asked if she would like him to go without a shirt. Her flustered cheeks and cold response were exactly what he was hoping for. Shortly thereafter, they decided on a place to meet and broke off the communication. As he was leaving, Adam turned around to make sure Jay was still asleep before he slipped out the door and began to make his way silently through the echoing halls. What he did not realize, however, were a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows. Once he started getting closer to the door he pulled his invisibility over his body and walked right in between the guards that were posted to keep members in rather than enemies out.

Back in the building, a man moved from the shadows and followed Adam out into the night. With a few quick moves, the man had silently knocked out the two guards and continued towards the forest. Adam let his invisibility slip once he was safely in the comfort of the forest, and as he walked he allowed his mind to wander while his hand rubbed over the mark on his arm. In the fresh air of the forest, he was really able to start pondering over the marks that Ciara and him shared and what she could have possibly found.

No conclusions came to mind before he found himself standing in front of the alley way from earlier that day. As he slowed down and came to a stop, he had to reluctantly admit to himself that it was just a little too chilly outside to go without a shirt. Nor did he think about all the cuts and bruises on his upper torso that would be more visible now than they were in the darkness of his bedroom. It was too little too late though, so Adam stepped out of the shadows and into the small ring of light cast by Ciara's magic.

"Fire can be dangerous, you know?" He said as he crouched down on the back of his heels. "It makes it harder to see what is coming in the distance, and it is a beacon to those who are trying to find you." He reached out his hands and let the fire warm his hands.


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Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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Hearing the enthusiasm as he volunteered to take a look she didn't get her hopes up, she knew how hard medicine was to come by and it was highly unlikely Maisie had anymore seeing as they had already taken her painkillers. Opening her eyes to take a glance at what he was doing she could only assume that there had been no medicine in the backpack as now he was drumming his fingers against his knee. "It's fine, the fever will break on its own. We don't need medicine." Offering a smile as she shifted on the sofa trying to make herself comfortable.

Although her words had seemingly fallen on deaf ears because he was determined to find something to help by the looks of his actions. Watching as he left to search the bathroom, she felt herself sigh, finally letting her guard down as she couldn't keep up the act that she was fine. That was draining her enough, but it was hard not to feel guilty that it was now her fault they couldn't continue on. Great, what use have I really been to him right now? It was hard to stop the downward spiral when she hadn't truly left it. The guilt would slowly eat away at her and she knew it would plague her.

Iris was so out of it she hadn't caught the fact he had moved from the bathroom to the kitchen rummaging around for whatever he could find. A part of her wanted to sleep, she knew she would get some rest, but something didn't feel right. Sleeping in someone else's home surrounded by a dead district, it seemed ludicrous but what if they did rise from the dead like the Zombie movies. They would be surrounded with no means of escape, no means to fight especially with his injury and she could barely stand right now.

Feeling her body tremble, she was unsure on if it was because she felt cold, or she was scared. It was probably a mixture of the two, but she didn't want to focus on it. Whimpering slightly from the sofa she hated the feeling of being uncomfortable, she couldn't relax, and she was restless with everything that was going on around her. Hearing some sort of noise, she opened her eyes looking up for Cas thinking it was him, amidst the little light and her vision not being perfect she couldn't see him in the room. Narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus, she heard a quick shuffle of feet, disappearing into the distance and then she heard it. He had hurled. Cringing at the sound she could only imagine what had brought it on, perhaps he was now unwell too? Or maybe he had seen something in the house?

Not wanting to leave him alone she mustered all her strength determined to get herself off of the sofa, stumbling a few of the steps as she crashed against the wall wincing from the impact as she used it to prop herself up so she could make her way to the bathroom. Panting from the effort she blinked a few times trying to blink away the tiny black dots that had appeared as she tried not to sway on the spot, "H-Hey…" Panting out her words as she tried to continue on her path to the bathroom, "C-Cas, are you okay?"

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To Caspian's surprise, he didn't make it back to the living room before he ran into Iris. She was standing on her feet and looked like she was about to keel over at any second. "What are you—" he started to ask and then stopped abruptly, mortified as he realized she must have heard him in the bathroom. He had been hoping she wouldn't find out that he apparently didn't have a strong enough stomach to handle everything they had encountered in Bel Bicis. He didn't want her to think he was weak. It was kind of pathetic that all it had taken was a photograph for him to lose his breakfast though.

He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of her shaky voice. "Iris, you shouldn't be up right now," he said urgently, ignoring her question as he ushered her back over to the sofa. He didn't want to answer her, but he was also genuinely concerned about her unwillingness to rest when she was so ill. At this rate, she was just going to get worse, which meant they were going to be stuck here even longer than they would have been if she'd taken care of herself. He was more than willing to delay his return to the capital in order to help her get better, but he didn't want to be stuck in Bel Bicis for a whole week or more. The more time he spent away from his home, the more chances the rebels would have to track him down and kill him. He wouldn't be safe until he was back in the care of the royal family's security.

"Here," helping her back down on the couch while she looked unstable, he held out the blanket he'd brought from the bedroom. "I couldn't find any medicine, so we'll have to let the fever run its course. Wrap this around you and leave it there even if you feel like you're getting too hot. It'll make it easier for your body to run a high temperature without working too hard to generate heat." His father had caught fevers plenty of times because of his compromised immune system, so the prince could recite the instructions easily from memory. He could remember how much the king had complained when he sweated beneath layers of heavy blankets, while Dr. Emett had sternly encouraged him not to remove the coverings. Conserving as much energy as possible was important in breaking a fever quickly.

Leaving the blanket with her, he picked up one of the water bottles and opened the top, handing that to her as well. "Drink as much of this as you can stomach too, so you don't get dehydrated," he ordered. "I'll throw together some food for you to eat." Without waiting for her response, he picked up the backpack and brought it to the kitchen, where he'd left the canned stuff he'd found earlier. Truth be told, he had no idea how to cook. Ever since he was a kid, he'd had servants around to do the work of preparing his meals for him. So, looking over the options, he picked up one of the cans and squinted at the small-print instructions. Luckily, it seemed easy enough to make. All he had to do was heat the vegetables up in the microwave.

Deciding to go for it, he picked up the can opener and examined that next as he struggled to figure out how to use it to get inside the sealed container.

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"I'm f-fine…" Iris tried to counter with her shaky voice knowing full well it was complete and utter bullshit and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out either. "Are… are you okay?" Asking once more as she felt him usher her back to the couch to rest as he had ordered before, she knew she shouldn't be pushing it because it would only delay them further especially seeing as Cas refused to just rest for an hour before going back on route. The idea of delaying them further didn't sit right with her, but then he could be as stubborn as her it seemed. Especially when it came to health matters.

It was strange because she knew how much she hated the doctors, hospitals and everything around health. Even staying in one for a brief period of time had gotten under her skin, but she couldn't just leave especially as she couldn't walk at that time. Usually though she'd just push through whatever illness she had, she had never taken too much care over her health before and that was something she was relearning about herself with her fragmented memories slowly piecing back together.

"Thanks." Taking the blanket from him as she looked down at the floor, guilty because it was her fault yet again on not getting him home sooner. Looking at the blanket clutched in her trembling hands she sighed knowing he was right, although she had been cold a moment before she was starting to feel hot again and a part of her didn't want to go under the blanket because it would be uncomfortable. Running her fingers across the material it was soft at least, it would be comfortable just warm. Shaking her head, she knew she couldn't fight him on this, wrapping the blanket around her as instructed she glanced back over as he offered her one of the water bottles.

Clasping the water as she steadied her hands, she took a sip before placing it on her lap unable to stop the soft smile on her face, it was strange hearing him order her around, but it came from a good place. For her to get better and break the fever. It took a moment for her to register that he had spoken about putting some food together for them, at the thought of food it made her stomach churn and she groaned. "Can we wait for food? I just…. I don't think I'd keep it down. I'm really not hungry." She had lost her appetite from last night back at Maisies and it hadn't returned.

Pulling up her legs onto the sofa she curled up gripping the water she had only taken a sip from, already she was becoming uncomfortably warm and her hand itched to pull off the blanket. Sighing heavily, she rubbed her eyes as she tried to get herself comfortable, but nothing was working. How am I going to rest? I hate staying still when I know I can do something to help.


[System]
Theme:

Gender:
Male

Species:
Rat-Man (Immature)

Appearance:

(Rather than a dark brown, the fur is still a bluish-gray and his eyes are still similar but a lighter shade of brown.)

Goals:
-Discover and explore this strange world.
-Find Answers why he was summoned.
-(Bonus) Get back home.

Past Life:

Ed is determined, intelligent, kind, but is perhaps a little too trusting. This is to be expected from somebody with his position. He was born in a middle-class family in some nondescript town. Life was uneventful for most of his early life. He was doing very well in his primary and secondary education and was on his way to getting his degree. He had a good number of close friends, and his family was quite proud of him and his achievements. Life was good and his future was a bright one, and whatever hardships or problems he encountered, he faced with a positive outlook that he could overcome it. He lived with little worry until he was about 20 years old, at that point, life changed. During a pub crawl in celebration of his friend's recent graduation, a simple misunderstanding with other patrons in the pub turned into a heated argument that transformed into a violent brawl. Ed managed to hold his own during the fight, but barely had any time to react when a forceful blow with a stool hit him in the back of the head. Ed dropped like a sack of bricks and that was the end of him.

Abilities

* Alert I (1.35)
	+ -Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill.
* Beast Sense II (2.95)
	+ - I (A bundle skill applying to all physical senses) - Starting skill.
	+ II (Passive sensory range increased. By actively focusing on one (1) sense, you can further increase that sense's sharpness.)
* Dynamic Eye (1.15)
	+ - A Special Vision skill, Dynamic Eye expends Stamina to allow the user to sharpen their kinetic vision. For a single instant, time seems to slow, granting better reactions against incoming attacks--especially projectiles traveling over a distance--or allowing the user to better respond to other things. At this Rank, however, no other Skill can be used in conjunction with Dynamic Eye if it is not a pre-established passive skill, such as using a buff beforehand. It uses much more Stamina than one might expect.
* Rabid Fit (2.1)
	+ - I Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
	+ - II Your rage grows in strength! Your attack power increases slightly more. While you are still extra vulnerable to damage, you gain a temporary increase to resistances for certain status effects, like Sleep or Confusion.
* Smash (1.6)
	+ - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage.
* Warcry (1.05)
	+ - A mighty battlecry that focuses all attention towards you.
* Breath Control (1.0)
	+ - I Through cardiovascular exercise and breathing techniques, the efficiency of your lungs has increased. You can hold your breath for longer, and breathe more steadily even under great effort or stress. Stamina usage for most physical Skills is reduced for one minute after this Skill is used. If this skill is used after a battle, Stamina restoration is sped up for one minute.
* Harder (1.0)
	+ - Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Faster (1.1)
	+ - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Stronger (2.725)
	+ - Your base physical strength is increased. Gaining: Harder, Better, and Faster, to gain 1 rank of Physical Conditioning.
	+ - II Further increase your base physical strength.
* Muffle (2.45)
	+ - I Sneaking is easier and you are harder to detect while sneaking.
	+ - II You are now even more effective at remaining unseen passively. Activating this skill by using Stamina will noticeably reduce, but not eliminate, the sounds of your movement.
* Use Light Equipment (--)
	+ - You can use small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items.
* Use Medium Equipment (--)
	+ - Use equipment that, by comparison to your own body, could be considered medium in weight or size.
* Dexterous (1.55)
	+ - Your practice with fine manipulation and using your fore-paws, as well as the natural physical strength of a Dire Rat, has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your paws can now be used to manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things.
* Monster Analysis (1.7)
	+ - Gain basic biological information about a monster by actively observing it.
* Magic Analysis (1.0)
	+ - You may now analyze magical energies or objects to learn their most basic magical characteristics. Less effective on Materials and Monsters unless they are magical in nature.
* Overwork (1.55)
	+ - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. Expend Stamina to increase physical abilities. At this Rank, skill auto-cancels when Stamina is empty.
* Mental Resistance (1.1)
	+ - Take less damage from Psychic-type spells or skills, and have a better chance of resisting mind-altering effects such as Confusion or Hypnosis. This counts as an Elemental resistance for the purposes of Magic Resistance.
* Focus (1.0)
	+ - By spending at least 30 seconds focusing before using an offensive Skill or Spell, you can increase its damage or range. At this rank, it is comparable to increasing the power by one rank (eg Mana Orb I to Mana Orb II) while also increasing the MP cost by half again (spend 1.5x Mana Orb I's cost)
* Mana Strike (1.0)
	+ - I Infuse a physical attack with non-elemental Magic to increase its damage. The attack's physical type of damage is unaffected, but Magic damage is simply added. Thus a creature with Slash Resistance would still take the Magic Damage if this Skill were used with a sword. Like Mana Orb, this technique is malleable and often a starting point for other forms of enchanting skills.
* Point Strike (1.0)
	+ - I With a discerning eye, take aim at an opponent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
* Strengthen (1.0)
	+ - I Using magical energy channeled through your muscles, temporarily increase your base physical strength! Though it consumes more mana than many other beginner spells, its boost is equivalent to the passive skill Stronger I. At this Rank, this skill lasts roughly one minute.

<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
* Material Analysis (0.6)
* Tremor Sense (0.05)
* Telepathy (0.2)
* Mana Shape (0.8)
* Shield (0.5)
* Mana Shell (0.5)
* Soil Manipulation (0.7)
* Crafting (0.8)
* First Aid (0.1)
* Meditate (0.5)
* People Sense (0.4)
* Plant Analysis (0.2)
* Swift Swimmer (0.4)
* Charm (0.05)
* Repel (0.025)
* Stealth Kill (0.3)
* Blunt Resistance (0.1)
* Prehensile Tail (0.6)
* Minor Heal (0.05)
* Iron Gullet (0.4)
* Taming (0.2)
* Suppress Presence (0.6)
* Inspire (0.3)
* Pierce Resistance (0.2)
* Double Skill (0.1)
* Deception (0.3)
* Lucid Dream (0.2)
* Stone Shot (0.05)
* Mana Sense (0.1)
* Flame Aura (0.1)
* Guidance (0.2)
* Intimidation (0.2)
* Charisma (0.3)
* Slash (0.1)
* Cleave (0.2)
* Blood Drain (0.1)
* Spiritual Awareness (0.1)
* Sensory Resistance (0.1)
* Fire Resistance (0.05)

<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Transformations:
Dire Rat >>> Rat-Man

Inventory:
-Gnarled Stick
-Vine Belt (Contains Items)

[User]
Mourningstar
Cosmos@CriticalHit@Gardevoiran

A little bit away from the bonfire Mourningstar suddenly stopped, prompting everyone else to stop as well. "Alright here's the deal. I have no idea how many monsters are at the bonfire nor do I know if any of them are from Earth. So here's the plan." Mourningstar floated over to a nearby mana crystal and snapped off as big of a piece as she could with her Lesser Force, floating back to the group as she thought out her plan. She didn't want to kill anyone from Earth, however all the other monsters were fair game. Unless they were intelligent enough to surrender. Mourningstar didn't plan on killing someone who was surrendering, that would be fucked up. So she needed to let the monsters know that if they plan on fighting her, they would die. She also needed to back up her threat, so everyone else was going to have to set up in strategic points in case a battle broke out. Ok, plan formed.

"Alright. So Oberon, I need you to cast Shield on me just in case things go south. I'm going to float to the bonfire by myself and begin my grand recruitment speech, hopefully convincing anyone from Earth to join us. Everyone else is going to sneak around and try to flank the monsters from different sides. When I give the signal, we all attack at once. Anyone have anything to add?" As she explained her full plan she lifted the crystal up and down in an attempt to train her Lesser Force, kinda like lifting a dumbbell. Maybe it works that way? Who knows, magic is weird. She also used Magic Analysis on her Lesser Force while she did so to see if it even did anything.

[Assistant]
@Bishop
Remembering to pay more attention to his surroundings after the last two times he zoned out Danny arrived at the herbs without further trouble, though unknown to him the wisp he was determined to help had also made his way to the patch of healing plants and was in no mood to let anything approach him. He pulled out one of the plants with lesser force and hoped the spell didn't have a time limit.

Just as he was about to head back to the crystals where he believed Lorek still was, he spotted the injured Wisp. Even not knowing the full extent of the other Wisp's anger, he decided not to approach him carelessly. He had been hurt by other souled monsters after all and they didn't really know each other, so it would make sense if he didn't fully trust Danny. "Don't worry, I have a healing herb for you." Only after he said that did he notice that the other Wisp looked to be in much better shape then before.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb: a simple blast of magic. At the moment it only does as much damage as a strong punch on average, unless the enemy is weak to magic. As it gets stronger it becomes a generic, non elemental energy blast.
* Lesser Force: like telekinesis, but only at arm's length, and it isn't very strong. A Wisp could use it to pick up food, but not to throw a heavy rock, for example.
* Levitation: allows the user to float about three feet off the ground continuously. To rise higher requires effort equivalent to physical climbing, and the Speed is never faster than a brisk walk

Transformations:

Inventory:

[User]
Reoth

On the Hunt(D2)

Reoth's shot struck true, hitting the pixie square in the back and weighing its wings down enough to force it to land. For some reason, though, he felt as though his attack didn't quite do all it could. Despite that thought, he began coming out from the rock to attack the little thing, only for it to notice him and start running as fast as its little legs could carry it.

However, with his spit still weighing it down, the pixie was slow. As soon as it started running, Reoth used a large rock behind him to propel himself forward with some extra starting speed. Dashing as fast as he could, he quickly made the distance between him and his prey. When close enough, he'd pull his head back a bit before snapping it forward, head tilted sideways with mouth agape. His intent was to snap his mouth shut on the pixie, the plan being to immediately kill it or at least catch it between his teeth.

[Assistant]
Ed barely flinched or lost focus when the fanged lizard tried to struggle free from his jaws. Its attempts of escape only gave him more reason to apply more pressure into the bite. Ed was getting used to the feeling of taking a life. He wasn't even sure if the monsters he had attacked and mercilessly slayed were previously human. The thought in itself disturbed Ed deeply...but also sent tingles down his spine. He kept his gaze on the lifeless body of the fanged lizard for a couple seconds before something immediately forced its way into his thoughts.

'What the living hell?' Was the only thought Ed had the time to think of before he saw the slime crush the dying dire rat before absorbing it into his mass. The slime had grown much larger than the young dire rat and it seemed to loom before him even from the distance. The slime was not in prime condition though, the lizard's poison was doing its job well, and the slime was getting closer and closer to death's door. Great is the weapon that cuts on its own. Even if the slime was weakened, Ed kept his eyes close on the slime and kept his ears open to the slightest sound; his entire being ready to counter and react if the slime did anything. He could wait for the poison to kill, or at the least weaken, the slime but kept his guard up. He was angry, not foolish. When the time is right, when the slime makes a mistake. Ed would make sure it would be its last.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Freyr's apprehension grew as they scaled another set of stairs towards the top floor. The whole building felt like it was raring to get up and move on its own; a low hum vibrated the inside of her head like they were underwater.

The stairwell was pitch black, so she relied heavily on her suit's night vision to see where she was going. She could just make out scattered debris and bloodstains on the steps in front of her. Freyr focused on breathing in and out, trying to remain level-headed. They'd made it this far, hadn't they? In no small part due to her armed escort. She was grateful to them, even if they scared her too sometimes.

The next floor was also full of operations workspace. They fanned out slightly. Freyr rushed over to one of the blood stained GCHQ staffers as soon as she spotted them. Their sallow complexion shone with sweat in the flickering light of the monitors in front of them. "Hey, can you hear me?" Freyr asked, peeling back her suit visor so they could see her face.

"It's alright, we're going to get you some help, we…"

Freyr's voice tailed off when she noticed what was on screen. It looked like camera footage from someone's eyes, looking at an angry but elegantly dressed woman shouting at them from across a wide kitchen table. Sound trickled out of the console's speakers, which Freyr strained to hear.

"What are you doing? That's my gun! What is this?" The woman pointed to something off screen. The camera panned until a man with white hair and olive skin appeared, holding a pistol upside down by the trigger guard with his pinkie.

"You're a potential suicide risk." the man said, apologetically.

"How did you find that?!" The woman shouted at him. She turned to the camera. "How did he find that?!"

"Selene." another woman's voice warned, from behind the camera.

"No! No! Okay! This meeting's now over! I want you both out of here, right now!"

Freyr looked up, blinking to clear her rapidly blurring eyesight. The pressure in her head was getting really uncomfortable. Meeting rooms branched off from this wide street, and the usual conference tables were juxtaposed with strange scenes, all viewed as though eyes or imagined inside someone's head. Lurid colours seemed to generate their own light in the darkness.

"Selene…"

"No! He has been snooping around my house!"

Doctor Shearing, I want to sign off here today! I want to let you get on that starship! But you have gotta help us out! I need to know that you are calm and safe before I leave here, and I need to know that you understand the rules before you go to Earth. Please, just…please, sit down. And let us get through our questions."

The woman looked torn, for a moment. Freyr wiped her eyes, leaning in. Finally, they responded. "Okay." The elegant woman headed to the chair at the head of the kitchen table, that the camera woman had gestured. The camera looked at Gene and nodded.

Connie reached over and grabbed the GCHQ staffer out of their chair with one arm. The monitors all went black. "Wait...moving them might-" Freyr mumbled.

Connie gave the unresponsive person a hard slap across the face. Instead of waking up, they crumpled to the floor.

[Assistant]
Sharing a mind as they did, Vreta and Rhia also shared the discomfort of whatever was happening around them. It was not quite what he would describe as a headache, though it was no more comfortable than that. His mind was "busy", like he was constantly in intense thought, but was not experiencing any of the thoughts himself. What Rhia felt was even more bizarre, without even considering what the group as a whole was witnessing.

The Human staffers were alive, but quite clearly incapacitated. None of them even acknowledged the team as they moved through the building. Freyr was the one who stopped to try and help one of them, but they were no more responsive even with interacted with directly. The scene that played out on the monitors looked and felt like some of the memories that had been forced into their own mind. It perhaps could have been one of the staffer's own memories, displayed for all to see, for reasons Vreta did not understand. The distinguishing features of one of the Humans in the memory looked an awful lot like one of the Humans who had joined them, Gene. Was the woman just projecting what she saw around her onto the memory, or had he actually been present for it? Regardless, Connie's attempt to move the staffer did not seem to help. As for the memory itself, Vreta did not have the context to truly understand its meaning, but this woman had clearly gone through something taxing to her mental health, and perhaps something relating to the Human homeworld.

"We…need to keep moving." Vreta finally remarked. "We can't afford the delay. Maybe once we get to our objective, we'll be able to help all these people at once?"

Unfortunately, no matter which direction they went, they would not be able to avoid the bizarre occurrences around them. As they started to pass one nearby room, Vreta's eye caught something even he could not ignore through the glass. It was a memory, like the staffer's, though not one that was as "clear." It was also not one of the Humans'. The scene played out with just a few people and objects projected from the memory itself, while all of the office's furniture was still visible, but ignored.

There was a Rothian, medical gantry in the middle of the room, slightly phased into an office table on the far end. Strangely, it was not a Rothian on the gantry, but rather a Rothian security droid. Quite an old model, by appearances. Slowly, the droid sat up, while a male Rothian looked on taking notes. He looked like he was speaking, but strangely, the words they heard were muffled and mostly indistinct. With some direction from the Rothian, the droid held out one hand towards a device next to the gantry, though its focus seemed elsewhere. When its hand drew close enough, the device delivered a small electric shock to one of its fingers, and unlike a normal droid, its hand actually recoiled on reflex. There were more muffled words from the Rothian observing that grew louder and louder until, finally, they came in clearly.

"Agent! Are you listening? I understand this is a lot at once, but it's important that I know how it feels." He said firmly.

The droid looked down at its hand, clenching and opening it a few times. "Like it's mine."

[User]
Freyr was having a really hard time seeing straight as they stumbled through the vast operations space. It seemed the only things that weren't wobbling uncontrollably were memories or visions playing out all around them; they were becoming clearer by the second. The rest of the space felt like something out of a dream to her, blurred and intangible.

Freyr was vaguely aware of the team around her - they appeared to be struggling as well. Gene put a hand out for a desk to lean on, misjudged it and crashed over, knocking things onto the floor. He rolled over and looked at Freyr, and instantly she was back in the kitchen she'd seen earlier. She was on the opposite side of the table, beside the elegantly dressed woman. Across the table she recognised Connie, gesturing to a seat at the head of the table and nodding encouragingly.

"Okay." This 'Doctor Shearing' sighed, moving to sit down. Gene followed her, gun balanced on his pinkie finger. Connie smiled down on the doctor when she got comfortable, then her smile faded. She nodded at Gene, and he moved forward. Quickly, they trapped Dr Shearing's feet against the thin wooden legs of the chair and grabbed a wrist each. She shouted, confused.

"Get off! What is this?!"

Connie looked over at Gene above the struggling woman. "Ready?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Close." Freyr heard, as the man prised open Dr Shearing's hand and placed the gun in her palm, pointed straight up. "Set?" Connie asked.

"HEY, GET OFF ME!!"

Gene used her finger to activate the weapon. "Set!" He began bending her forearm down until the shivering gun pointed at her head. "Go!"

Freyr wanted to look away but couldn't. Her field of view was glued to his. She tried to speak, to yell out, but couldn't. All she could manage was a confused burble in the real world. Eventually, she fell to her knees, then face planted the ground and sank into blackness.