[System]
* Appearance: Elora Liu'un
* Age: 14
* Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
* Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
* Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
* Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
* Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.

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Framewerk Sheet

* Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
* Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
* Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
* Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
* Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
* Synchro Rate: 87%
* Special Ability: Blank

[User]
...Was... Was that Ian talking just now? ...They really fixed him? So... Elora was correct? He really was in the medbay? Serah quickly turned her head in the direction of the voice, seeing Ian stand there... With a bandage covering the hole where one of his ears used to be. Serah... Would have flinched, but she didn't. Instead the girl just kept smiling, although while feeling her heart sink at seeing her friend in such a state. "H-Hey Ian!" Serah raised from her chair and walked over the him. She... She just has to get a better look in. From what she had heard, Lorenzo's... Shooting... Was brutal, and the way Ian was there now is as if nothing happened... Well, ear aside. Not to mention Sigma isn't anywhere to be found either.

The girl's face didn't betray it, but now worry for both of them settled in. What happened between those two? Why is Ian's ear gone? ...What did Lorenzo DO to him...? Before she knew it, Serah was already in front of Ian. Indeed she got a closer look but... Ian really hid the details well. Nothing new could be spotted by the blue energy ball. "You're okay! I knew there was nothing to worry about!"

[Assistant]
Sigma stood idle for a while, her eyes set on Ritsu as she kept talking. It's as if we had lived in two different worlds. The young pilot took Ritsu's words inside, and pondered. Shadows and light, I guess. This entire existence is made of them. She flinched slightly when the Banshee placed a second slice in front of her, still not fully understanding why the Lieutenant would waste the army time's and resources to get a housemaid. She then grabbed the cake with her hand.

"Thank you, ma'am. If you'll excuse me..." She added, quickly regaining her regal position. Her inner mind was a turmoil. She had been taught this world was hellish, and that she had been born as merely another body to throw in the bonfire of war. And yet this Ritsu was telling otherwise. She breathed deep. Philosophy was left to philosophers. There was a war to be won right now.

And the doll had to do its show once more. She looked at the slice of cake in her hand. I should share the spoils. It's not like It would be healthy to drown my sorrows in cheesecake, as good as it is. She hurried her pace, cake still in hand, and headed for the cafeteria, where she would have guessed the pilots who had heard the message would be there.

But she couldn't cross the door at first. Ian was there, walking again, talking to them. Memories flailed at her mind, stunning her for the briefest moment, stopping her dead in her tracks. No. So much to do. She gritted her teeth and accentuated her frown, and the freshly changed, pistol wearing squad leader crossed into view of everyone, looking at the situation.

"Spoils of the battle from the Liutenant. Share with Serah." She dropped the cake in front of Elora as she was still seating. And then she noticed a strange creature in Antwon's lap.

"Kitty." She thought out loud, and for a second, she was about to lean and play with it, but she jerked once again upwards, giving the beast a side glance every time and then.

"You're here, Ian. Good." Sigma said, in a most dispassionate voice, fighting hard to contain conflicting emotions about what happened. "So you are here too, Serah. Antwon." She tilted her head. "Zan." She saluted to the moody pilot as well.

"Where are the others?" She asked. "There's a chat to be had."

[User]
Elora flinched a bit at the white creature' appearance. She wondered how a feline mammal was in a military base once she saw the little ball of fur hop on Antwon. It was really cute, and Elora worried for its safety once one of the scary soldiers ordered him to dispose of it. Thankfully Antwon had a heart and refused, if in an impolite manner. Zan scolded him for that, which wasn't that strange to her: he would be the type to be strict about authority. He had a point though: They all now knew what happens if you're not careful around your superiors. Her thoughts ran back to a certain somebody who learned that the hard way.
Poor Ian. If only I could see him again.

And then, as if her wish was granted, she heard his voice, and Ian was once again among them. Elora clasped her hands together on her chest, her mouth agape. There was something about Ian that was different, even strange, and she did notice that Ian was missing an ear, but Elora was too distracted about her joy at seeing him alive to pay attention to it.

"I-Ian, I'm so glad you're alive. D-Did everything go well in the med-bay?" She wanted to ask him about Sigma, but she didn't want to put too much pressure on the recently wounded.

And then Sigma appeared, and placed a cake on the table. Elora was confused at first, but then she remembered that Sigma promised her and Serah something like that. But Elora didn't care about the sugary treat: she was more glad to see her friend again. However, it was then that she realized: Sigma wasn't herself. She didn't show much emotion when she greeted her, and Elora was frightened by that.
Maybe she's just taking her new role as squad leader seriously?

"Umm, thank you Sigma," she meekly responded to her. Her previous joy from seeing Ian disappeared like the setting sun. Elora didn't know what happened in the med-bay between the two of them, and that made her worried.

[Assistant]
"Relatively speaking, I'm missing a good chunk of my ear, my shoulders still ache like hell, and my legs feel like they could give out any second. Have to wear a special medical brace just to stand, but I should be able to get rid of it soon enough. They got some hi-tech medical procedures, I tell ya."

Ian chuckled as he ruffled the excitable bluenette's hair, glad to see that she was thinking about him. Her cheerful greeting hammered in his resolve to try and keep the truth about his current condition, and the what led him to it, underwraps for as long as he could. Just thinking about it gave him phantom pains, though he tried not to let it show. His smile dropped, however, when he heard Sigma's voice echo through the room. He visibly flinched when she addressed him, his eyes pointed downward with only a curt nod of acknowledgement to show that he had heard. Taking a breath, he walked over to collect some food than sat down next to Elora, painfully spooning the gruel into his mouth, finding it to be surprisingly palatable. That being said, he stared enviously at the cake that the shy brunette had been awarded, licking his lips as he realized he was fucking starving. Guess being inhumanely tortured would leave one with quite the appetite. . . though I doubt I'll be able to eat any meat for quite a while.

"So, I see that we've a new member of the team, got a name for the little ball of fluff yet?"

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"H-Hey! Stop that..." Ian ruffling Serah's hair was not appreciated, it was hard enough to brush and keep a relatively neat-looking hairdo. Ruffling it just made it spring up all over the place. She didn't have much time to react either as Sigma walked in, Serah now grinning even harder than before... Suprisingly, that's possible. "S-Siggy!" She called out, but the older girl just walked past her. The grin started to drop as she noticed Sigma wasn't being herself... Even more so when just adressing her so coldly moments later. W-What happened with those two?

Serah straightened her hair out, adjusted her ribbon... And then notices Ian having taken the girl's spot. "...mou..." She let out in a hushed voice, leading to sulking and shuffling back over to the table. No more room at it...

[Assistant]
"I've got no time for this." Sigma sighed as she facepalmed. Apparently her fellow pilots were more interested in the cat than what she had to say. Well, the cat was rather cute. She then looked at Serah's crestfallen attitude, and Ian's seemingly recovery back to the intrusive, tactless person he had ever been. She then flipped her own ID card, into a food dispenser, which produced a silver package with goo and a straw.

Military Emergency rations. The foulest food one could get, but at the same time the fastest method to eat something nutritious. She then sipped, gulping the foul and overcooked goo into her mouth. She felt she could puke, and it wasn't helping the gruel was bringing her memories of being tube-fed after a particulary traumatic and hard training lesson. Much like this one taken.

Finishing in a moment, she crushed the package suddenly with her fist, and tossed it to the nearest bin. "I will say this only once. And whoever doesn't get the memo by tomorrow, either because they're absent or freaking out, it won't matter. They will be punished." She glared at everyone in the room, a piercing stare in each one of them.

"Pilot Ian and I underwent further disciplining, as some of you might have guessed, we didn't stop at the usual medbay." Sigma said forwardly. She wasn't sure wether the fellow pilots had checked it or not, but it didn't hurt to cover one's back. "Each of your failures will reflect on me as squad leader from now on. And the punishment is befitting when so much is at stake." Sigma added. "So. Do. Not. Fuck. Up. Ever. Again." Sigma said each word slowly and intently, stopping to gaze Ian for as much as her willpower could maintain.

"And If you're tempted to run off your mouth, or have complaints regarding anything, know that I will leave my door always open." Sigma added. Probably a little of Ritsu magic could help with this lot, regardless."Do not cause burden on your superiors needlessly. That will be all." Sigma finished her little speech abruptly, and then her sight rested on Serah. Sulking. What a childish creature.

She grabbed Serah by the arm and led her to another seat. "Let's talk about cake strategy." Sigma said in a more lowered voice, motioning Elora to come over aswell. And bring the cake to another table.

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Elora's fears came true: something did happen to the two of them, and by the sound of Sigma's tone when mentioning the 'disciplining' it must have been unimaginably horrible like torture, and the very thought caused visible shivers and sweating in her. It did explain why the two of them disappeared for as long as they did, even with Ian's wounds. She took another look at Ian, trying to figure out what was done to him, but she couldn't find any answers. Maybe it was better that way; Elora's already seen enough to upset anyone, let alone someone as timid as her. Even the mere sight of blood on Ian was enough to make her squirm.

But does this mean Serah knew all along? She was awfully quiet about Ian when she mentioned him, and kind of sidestepped the issue.

Maybe she was also worried, and just didn't want to incite any panic? I hope so...

Sigma also ordered not to cause burden, and that made her think: Was she making trouble? She wasn't purposefully doing it if she was, and hoped Sigma would understand that. At least she would be available for talking to later, which was a relief. She hasn't got a chance to talk to her since the mock battle.

Sigma then called Elora over, and wanted her to bring the cake too.
"Umm, okay," she answered and took the cake. She relocated it to where Sigma was. She did notice Ian staring intensely at the cheesy treat, and she considered sharing a slice with him, but squad leader's orders came first. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard something about cake strategy. She didn't know whether that meant sharing the cake, or using it as a weapon. It wasn't hard to guess which option Elora preferred.


[System]
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic.
Looks:

[User]
@ Nybras

The young half dragon stopped in his tracks as he looked back at Nybras.

"Help free him. In a sense he is imprisoned here, stuck to the lands that he calls home. Parts of him are scattered about and you have been chosen to find them. You and the few with you." He admitted as he looked at a flower. It was just a small pod, not in bloom.

"Most of the flowers here don't bloom. I think it has something to do with my father's emotional state." He said as he turned to face Nybras.

and Nybras

The night was young although uneventful for the most part for Moriko. The night was clear and the moon shown clearly, shining brightly. Howls could be heard in the distance but not too closely. It was getting a bit frosty outside as a sudden cold wave came over the area. Most of the plants started to frost over, as it hit.

[Assistant] As Moriko looked she saw a few for states of flowers freezing. That's odd. And she got up and saw that some ice was forming on the lake. Moriko stepped out of the boot and walked over the stones on the grass. " How can the temperature get to freezing so quickly? " she asked in the open. Moriko turned around to wards the castle and started walking back to go inside. On her way she kept thinking of the things that she had seen and heard from when she got at the castle.

[User] 'the few with me?' Nybras thought as the stranger left 'does he mean Moriko and the others? and the only one i've seen with some control over this place is Aku. is he that guy's father? or could he be the warden to the prison?'. He didn't get long to wonder before the air grew colder and the nearby flowers frosted over. He silently wondered if That was due to the stranger's father as well. He got up and began to head back through the garden, aiming to head back inside to escape the cold.

[Assistant]
The half dragon was waiting both of them as they came inside. He bowed politely and moved up with some blankets to help them warm up.

"Around this place the demons and devils discourage anything beautiful." He explained as he handed the blankets over.

"I'm sorry for not introducing myself before. And we haven't had the pleasure to meet." He said with another small bow as he faced Moriko.

"My name is Thanalog. It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said with another bow.

"If you both feel like staying up I can discuss what training you may take while here." He informed each as he led them into a living area with comfortable looking couches and chairs.

[User]
As Moriko cane back inside a boy who looked like it was half dragon seemed to be waiting for her to come back was holding blankets to warm up. He handed her a blanket and puts it on. Then Harkon came inside moriko turned around and greeded the both of them a good evening.

The half dragon boy explained why it got so cold. Moriko was still thinking about the meeting with the old man on the boot.

The last thing that the boy said was something about training and she stopped with thinking about what all happend this evening.

[Assistant] Nybras accepted the blanket from the The dragon boy, who he now new as Thanalog, and wrapped it around himself, though his tail stuck out a bit behind him. He nodded back at Moriko and shivered a little. as Thanalog lead them into a living area and mentioned that he's talk about soem of the things they'd train in here he nodded again and went for one of the couches. taking a seat on one and pulling his feet up under his blanket.

[User]
Thanalog watched both of them as they covered themselves. He bowed as Moriko greeted them and a smile moved across his face. As they sat in the living area he stocked the fireplace with more wood. Embers fluttered into the chimney following the smoke. He looked over to both of them after he was done with the fireplace. He then sat in a comfortable looking arm chair.

"If you both like I can tell you about the history of the world as I was informed how things unraveled those thousands of years ago." He started off as he looked around between the two who had joined him.

"My father was the one in the legends who made both sides sign a contract. No more war." He clarified as he pulled out a small book and a quill. He started to write into it.

"He informed me that there was a lycan prince that followed him on his mission. They wanted the war to stop between the goodly races and the evil ones. This was before the sun was blotted out by the Evil council. From what he thinks happen was the humans broke the contract. Seeing as they don't live long and it happened only a few hundred years after the contract was signed. My Father… he goes by Aku now, made the contracts with blood magic. Anyone who broke the contract wouldn't be able to use magic of any kind and would be branded to become invisible to everyone else as if they didn't exist. Some would view this as a blessing but most didn't." He informed them as he started to move his tongue around in his mouth. He got up and moved over to a table getting some water. He couldn't help but drinking down two glasses.

[Assistant] Moriko chose a chair near the boy that looked to give her her comfort and sat down. The boy started to tell the old story that they all know well but when she hear the name Aku she just could not believe it. Moriko looked at Harkon in the hope that she heard it right. She waited and listened until the boy was done. "So your dad is Aku and he....." she felt still and looked around to the window. the old man from the boot looked like Aku... I don't get it anmore " hold on what is going on here... I mean I just was in a boot with a man that last looked like Aku and he vanished, and there was something about a puzzle..... Just what is going on?" she spoke what she thought out loud with out her knowing.

[User] Nybras listened intently as Thanalog told his father's story. He'd heard legend of the contract before, of course, but he hardly knew anything of note about it. Moriko began speaking before he could ask any questions so he stayed quiet for Thanalog to answer her. plus it gave him time to think of what questions to ask know and which later.

[Assistant]
He sat in a chair near them both and strangely enough the chair seemed designed for his massive tail. It swayed back and forth as he listened to Moriko. His clawed hand rested against his face as he listened to her and as she asked her question he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Well, I cannot tell you too much or solving the puzzle won't work." He admitted as he started tapping his index fingers claw against his teeth. He couldn't help but let out a smile as he laid back in the chair.

"My Father was once so powerful gods trembled before his might. Now he is imprisoned here within these walls, well, gates." He clarified as he looked at the two in the room with him. A strange rumble could be felt as well as heard throughout the area. Instead of being something of a quake it was more akin to something growling.

"Well, it seems that the others are here." He said as more people entered the house.

"They are here to make this impossible for you both to solve." He said with a wave of his hand.

"Although you are welcome to stay here until you wish to leave." He said as he rose and moved to greet the newcomers. There was a tall man but he looked like he had burns on his skin. Upon closer inspection one would realize that it wasn't burns but onyx black from the burning hells. Another, a beautiful woman didn't seem to stand out much. Although she did have a tail with a spade on the tip of it. It looked like a small heart when she waved it correctly. She looked over to the two in the resting area and her eyes seem to light up.

"Now, now you know the rules. No killing or kissing people to death." Thanalog told her with a swift slap to her face.

"I see your eyes light up like that again and I will devour you both." He informed them as he moved against the wall in the hallway. He noticed that she didn't even feel the slap. It was as if she enjoyed the pain as she let out a seductive moan.

"I can't help if they fall for me." She purred as her tail flicked back and forth quickly like a cat hunting. Soon the duo left the room and made their ways to their rooms. Thanalog moved back to the two in the room and looked at them.

"Sorry, one of them is a devil and the other is a demon… well, partially." He admitted as he looked them over.

"Anything else I tell you they will most likely learn because of their strange magic." He looked in the direction the couple went.

"So what would you both like to learn… that doesn't have to do with freeing my father from this prison?" He asked as he turned back to face them.

[User]
Moriko listens to all that Thanalog said. She tried to understand the situation but she still didn't get it really. Moriko just sat as quietly as she could, paying all her concentration towards him to understand it better. So, it's all about his father who is very powerful, like a god.......... and we need to solve the puzzle all by our selves. I get that so far. Then two other people came walking in the room. Moriko had never seen anything like them, by how they looked. Thanalog told that one of them is a devil and one is a demon. people who chose the dark side ? maybe???? she asked herself.

After the two left the room he asked what she wanted to learn. "The true story of the past really and how to use my bow better..." she said after Thanalog asked.

[Assistant] Nybras pulled his knees up to his chest and curled his tail around over them, burying his nose behind it so that only his eyes were visible peeking over. He remained like that until the demons had gone. he moved his tail away and looked at Thanalog, answering just after Moriko "Like Moriko i wish to learn what happened between the humans and demons. I also wish to learn what i can about magic, of any kind"

[User]
Thanalog made a strange clicking almost insect like noise with his mouth as he thought. He was picking up surface thoughts from Moriko and Nybras and he felt their emotions as well. He pulled out a ring and handed one to each of them.

"These rings will protect your minds from being overheard. They will also allow you two to communicate telepathically but only if you both want to. There will be no eavesdropping when it comes to these rings. As for those two, they didn't have a choice in how they were born. They were born and raised in the nine hells or one of the layers of the abyss." He paused tapping his talon like nail against his lip.

"They were raised be those you would consider Evil but in reality good and evil are all just matter of beliefs and how one is raised. Imagine if all your life you are told that killing is bad or evil. You will eventually believe that deep in your core. Now imagine if you didn't kill someone at least once a week and that was considered evil…" He paused as he glanced from one of them to the other.

"It is all about where you are raised and what they believe in. Well, mostly. There are rare cases where people are different no matter what. They either get some strange dark or light impulse to do something out of their natural races beliefs. These people are extremely rare but do exist. Like my father… although it took him centuries to change and it was because of a friend of his." He continued as he looked around.

"In short we all hold darkness and light within us. The thing is will you let one overpower and control your actions?" He asked as he looked around the room, it was as if he was searching for something and then he moved over and took up two books and some quills with ink. He handed each of them one and looked at them as if they expected something more.

"What?" He asked shrugging.

"I want you two to keep journals and write everything you feel, what you think about the day and how it was spent. Also, I want you to write down what you would do to change the day. Let's say hypothetically if you could change the past." He informed them and with that he sat back down taking in a deep breath as if to catch his breath from a long run. Then he recalled that Nybras did ask him a few questions or was it just a statement? He pondered as he looked back at the duo.

"Magic is a simple thing to learn and something impossible to master or control. I could teach you both about magic but I was hoping that you both had "special types" of magic to teach one another. As what happened between the humans and demons… well it was more of what happened between the races of light and darkness. Again as I said before you can change how you are viewed but never how your race is viewed as a whole. No matter how long you work at it people will always shun you for your race. Unless they are people raised by my father. It is one of the reasons you are all here." He explained as he looked at them.

"I beg that you don't want me to tell the story now…" He paused and looked at them and noted that they were really interested. How could they not be?

"From what I gathered from my father and well, both sides. The war was over, land. People always want land and were fighting and fueling the wars. A few Gods of War were loving it and they were the first to fall to my father. Even in their strengthened states. He fought the gods of war at the same time when the war was at its peak." He explained as he looked at them noting the sparkling lust for knowledge.

"He ended the war and made both sides sign blood contracts to keep the peace. Although, humans have such a short lifespan that they were able to void the contract within a few hundred years. The humans feared that the Demon Lords and Archdevils were plotting to erase them. They probably were at the time but couldn't figure out a way to get past the contract. The humans started mingling magic and technology. Once this was done the contracts were all void. Although, at the time the demons didn't know this and were attacked by magic powered handheld cannons. The humans eradicated almost every demon from the cavern… all save for an imp." He paused to allow them to take it in.

"That imp went to the lords and arch devils revealing this had happened. With that they all got together and somehow captured my father. They used his blood as well as their own to craft a powerful spell. The spell that is still blotting out the sun." He stopped as he took a sip of something that looked like wine. After a deep gulp he rubbed his thumb across his lip to wipe away a drop.

"My father didn't figure out they used his blood for the spell until much later. I think they drugged him or something. Calling him in under false securities and friendship. Although, I'm not sure." He clarified and shrugged.

"I hope this was enough for you both for now. I'm tired and probably going to bed." He stated as he pointed to the clock. It was early in the morning, somewhere around 7AM. He moved off at a slow shamble and took his cup and bottle with him.


[System]
Character Sheet
Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Bio:
Charlotte was overseas on a college trip when the bombs fell and wiped out a large portion of the human race, having travelled from her family home in what was once known as the United Kingdom. Fortunate to be away from any real population centre she survived with a small group of her classmates and a professor holed up in the somewhat remote cabin that their trip had rented throughout the martial law period (What little communication they had with the authorities soon stopped). They remained for some several months surviving as best they could on what little supplies they had, trying to get as much information as possible about the outside world and the fate of their native country. Inevitably the small group had to leave their relative safety and return to what was once civilization before they starved to death. It did not go well.

Hardly prepared for the devastation and death that greeted them as they made their way slowly into the city they saw the remains of countless killed by both the bombs and several more killed more recently. Somewhat naively the group went looking for help, but instead stumbled across one of the many savage gangs that had crept up filling the power vacuum left by the now gone authorities. Before they could even introduce themselves Charlotte's professor was greeted with a hail of bullets, killing both him and another student instantly. Fleeing for their lives Charlotte was separated from all but one of her male classmates and friend, the pair of them running until they could run no more, taking refuge in a now thoroughly dilapidated building.

They spent several days hiding and attempting to survive, but it was soon disrupted when in the middle of the night they were stumbled upon by a trio of cruel scavengers. Unable to escape it soon became clear that the interlopers had rather unsavoury desires, having stumbled upon a young and relatively undamaged woman with little to no protection one thing sprang into their minds. Charlotte struggled against them frantically and somewhat hysterically, aided briefly by her friend (until one of the men buried his hunting knife in his gut and kicked him to the ground). Biting, kicking and screaming Charlotte somehow managed to grab onto a loose piece of concreate and swing it with all of her strength into one of the men's heads as he tried to unfasten his pants, giving her the briefest moment to scramble away and run. In her panicked state she fled into what was once a kitchen, sadly with no other exits – the remaining two men now stood between her and her survival. Fortunately for Charlotte the kitchen was still littered with cooking implements and so as they both charged at her she managed to clumsily grab a large knife, as the first man tried to grab her and force her to the ground she fought with everything she had.

A screaming blur of adrenaline and several scuffles later Charlotte found herself curled up on the ground sobbing, covered in the blood of her would be killers. Her body ached from the numerous bruises and small cuts she had sustained and her mind was a mess, but she was otherwise not seriously hurt.

Making her way back she was just in time to watch her last friend bleed to death as she frantically tried to stop the flow. At the very least the now dead men had enough supplies on them to keep her alive and moving.

The next few months surviving presented a huge learning curb to the young woman, she slowly and cautiously began to move from place to place, scavenging and surviving as she went. After the first three men she had killed she took few chances and generally came to avoid all other people she came across, though it was not always possible and as a result she has now killed seven attackers in 'self-defence' (though truth be told she wonders if she couldn't have avoided the last few…)
Now hardened to the outside world, Charlotte is vastly different from the carefree happy girl that once came to this country.

Personality:
What remains of Charlotte's personality is vastly different from what it once was, now severely guarded and cautious when it comes to meeting outsiders, seeing them now as only threats to be avoided or opportunities to be exploited. She has somewhat lost faith that there are any decent people left alive out there and so is becoming as harsh and uncaring as the outside world.

Currently Charlotte is a something of a tipping point in terms of her personality, poised to plunge off the deep end and become the very thing that has caused her so much suffering and pain to begin with. Though retreating into her own shell it may not be too late for her to come back into the light before she turns her back on the world permanently.

Gear:
- Hunting Knife: The same knife that ended the life of her friend, Charlotte took it and has developed a somewhat macabre liking to it.

- Clothing:
Charlotte wears the clothing she came with, though now somewhat ragged and patched up. Her jeans were once a clear light blue colour, but are now smeared with countless stains so they appear a much darker shade, the knees have ripped out and been patched several times. Similarly a light green vest remains hidden under a grubby dark gray hoody that has been fixed several times and has now got several additional pockets and even a bandolier fixed into it. A green afghan hangs around her neck and she often uses to cover her face, which when combined with her hood at least hides her face when appropriate. Her once flawless shoes are now worn through and similar covered in such grime it would be impossible to distinguish what colour they once were.

-Items:
Basic first aid kit (mostly used)
Heavy flashlight (no battery)
Canteen
Box of cereal bars (12), Skittles, Tin of Tuna, Tin of tomato soup, Jerky.
Carton of cigarettes (3)
Lighter & Fluid (1/2 empty)
$14,012 (found on a corpse)
Flare gun & 2 red flares.

Role:
Charlotte hasn't found a role as such, though some very well may start to describe her as a wanderer or even rogue, perhaps some going even as far as bandit - though to be fair at this point that would be an exaggeration.

[User]
Jake nodded and looked to the door. He walked to it and gently placed a hand on the metal knob and turned it. He opened the door, a small burst of warm air escaping the house. Jake motioned for the two to come inside, the storm getting a bit more rough. Wind blew hard and rain finally fell, the size of the drops making noise. Jake then looked at Quinn against the wall as Alyssa stood against him.

"What the hell...?!"

[Assistant]
Celty stood behind him a bit confused. "Looks like this isn't the best of times. I can wait outside," she offered pointing back at the door. She wasn't about to get involved in someone else's fight. She had already done that once, and it ended terribly. Three dead and one had an arrow through their eye socket, her arrow.

Celty sighed and walked back out the door. "I'll be out here when you guys are done." she sat down on one of the steps and leaned against the porch railing. "One hell of a day." she muttered to herself. The rain was starting to get harder and pour more now. The porch kept her dry though, all but her boots she had sticking out from under the cover. "Hell of a day." she repeated.

[User] Jakes voice sent a chill down her spine but she didn't move the knife away or anything. She glared Quin the anger building up inside her. She gritted her teeth as she scolded Jake," Shut up, you don't know anything." It may of been hard to understand. She could barely prevent her self from crying and the words were forced out. "Get out!" She told him. She had no intention of following his rules and such as.

[Assistant]
Quinn's one good eye suddenly darted briefly to Jake as he came back inside. The tense moment between Quinn and Alyssa had completely shut off the world around him, to the point where it was like he had been inside a fathomless black void. One comprised of rage, regret and bitter, bitter guilt.
The sight of Jake was like a punch to the gut. Quinn felt limp, numbness overcoming him.
A torrential flood of thoughts and emotions assaulted him in the span of only a few seconds, causing his head to start pounding. He briefly considered attempting to apologize, but he knew he was far beyond that. Far beyond any sort of restitution, or redemption.

His shoulders slumped, and at length he let out a small sound.
"Fine then," barely more than a whisper.
It was just another storm for him to face alone. His fate, his sentence, his fault.
Quinn gathered his things and turned to leave, pausing a moment by Jake's side, but not looking at him at all.
"See you round, officer. Sorry it had to end this way. Promise me, when the day comes that I'm staring down your barrel...don't hesitate."

[User]
Jake was way beyond confused. "Wh...what the hell...?" He asked, not understanding what just happened. Did Quinn try to touch her or something? Maybe got a bit physical? Jake looked to Celty, then Alyssa, then back at Quinn. This was odd. Jake rubbed his head and sighed. He hesitated, but followed Quinn.

"Hey. What the hell just happened?" Jake asked, trying to piece together events to try and figure something out. He couldn't do it. Jake found nothing out of the ordinary, but apparently this wasn't the case.

[Assistant]
"I haven't been completely honest with you. I didn't think I needed to tell you, but..." He paused, unsure of how to proceed. He decided it was best to just tell Jake everything.
"Alyssa knows me. She knows me because I used to be a part of the Blood Army. She was a captive of my platoon. I thought I had left it behind, thought I was out. They left me with this," he turned his head and pointed at the scars on his face, "my punishment for desertion."
Quinn turned his head back, unable to look at Jake.
"I've done...I've done terrible things. No matter how many of those bastards I kill, it doesn't go away."

[User] Aly backed away from Quinn as he began to move keeping the knife in her hand till he left. He sighed as she closed the knife and placed it in her pocket when he was by the door. She sank down on the wall and placed her head on her knees, letting a few of her tears slip as the images she tried to forget played on and on in her head.

[Assistant]
Jake was appalled from Quinn's confession. He felt sick to his stomach. "Y-you...? In the Blood Army...?" Jake asked, both stunned and confused. He tried to remain calm and not jump to conclusions. He took a deep breath. He felt angry when he learned he had taken Alyssa hostage before. He took another deep breath, still in a bit of disbelief.

"Quinn..." Jake started, turning away from him. But then something clicked. Desertion. Quinn wasn't affiliated. "Wait. Desertion?" He asked, trying to find the good in the situation. If there was any at least.

[User]
Celty heard parts of their conversation and didn't know what to think. Blood Army, desertion, all kinds of different things. She just sighed and watched as the rain fell. There were a few flashes of lightning and booms of thunder.

"It's getting pretty messy out there. It's best everyone stays in till this storm passes." Celty said with a sigh and sat against the wall next to the door. "Who's taking which watch? I don't mind taking a double, don't sleep much these days anyways." she offered holding her rifle against her shoulder.

[Assistant]
"I couldn't stand it anymore...the killing, the torturing...the raping. I tried to run away after dark, but they followed me. They don't punish desertion lightly. I barely got away, nearly died. I wish I had."
That night had been a blur of running, gunfire and explosions. He could clearly recall blinking through hot, sticky blood as it poured down his face. His breath grew more and more labored as his legs burned and turned to jelly.

When they eventually gave up the ghost it was because he managed to reach the city limits and steal away into the night. Guess they figured that the shambling freaks of the night would have gotten to him.
Instead, he survived until morning until the caravan of merchants rolled by and got him. It felt like a dream, they seemed so damn out of place. Quinn spent almost three weeks drifting in and out of consciousness before finally awakening free of pain and infection.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this. Were it up to me, I would never have even told you."

[User]
"We've all had to do things" came Charlotte's sudden voice from the doorway, the young woman stepping into the room from where she had been lurking in the darkness listening to the heated conversation. Raised voices and the distant rumbling of thunder had kept her from sleep, then upon venturing down she had hear new voices and silently had made her way down the stairs before stopping to listen.

Her gaze was fixed on Quinn but her expression was not one of anger or fear. She understood the desire to keep the things you regretted clutched close and hidden from those who knew you, and after everything that had happened since the world went to hell it never seemed to surprise her what she'd seen other people do, sometimes what she had done. Her expression was more one of thorough appraisal, as her eyes bore into his face like she was trying to see into his very depths. After a few moments she stated flatly "Quinn saved me, Jake too. I owe them both as much as each other, together we've all found this place. He hasn't given us a reason to kick him out, and I think every one of us could benefit from at least one good night's sleep before we decide who exactly is leaving and who is going with who." At that point she glanced around at the rest of them, particularly the two new faces that were awkwardly listening to what was being said wondering who they were.

It wasn't that Charlotte didn't feel for whatever exactly it was that Alyssa had been through at his hands, in fact quite the opposite. If she was face to face with anyone who had done... whatever it was that he had done to her, well suffice to say there wouldn't have been much talking. But the young woman hadn't done that, and Charlotte didn't think she would. Either Alyssa would do something or she wouldn't, but Charlotte figured that was her own business to deal with. The time she had spent alone had definitely dulled her sense of compassion, and more so her own actions too had shown her that people were capable of anything and without the boundaries of society you had to do what you had to do to stay alive. As she saw it Quinn was out of the Blood Army, he'd done the hard thing and left instead of staying with that band of demented sadists, and he'd paid a high price for it. She accepted him for what he was now, despite what he had been. More than that though she suddenly felt a sense of attachment to him, and to a lesser extent Jake too. She'd only suddenly realised it when it looked for a moment that he was about to walk out of the door, and a strong desire to leave with him had overtaken her.

As she stood silent again her gaze went back to him before again returning to staring off distantly as she listened and thought, realising that despite the number of relative strangers around her for the first time in a long time she felt safe.


[System]
Age
28

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Magic
Fire
(Unbeknownst to her)

Personality
Addison is a strong minded, rational individual who can stay fairly calm under intense pressure. She isn't someone to lose herself to emotion, but that doesn't mean she has any problem expressing it. In fact, she can be very loud mouth about her opinion, often times taking the stance of "Your an idiot and hear's why" in any argument or disagreement. This has led to people either loving her or hating her. Some may say she's a bit arrogant, but it couldn't be further from the truth. In actuality, Addison is very self critical and is constantly questioning her own purpose and motives. Deeper down, someone might even find a girl who has no real idea of who she is or who she wants to be, just confusion and paralyzing fear that one day she might have to face her friends without having any answers.

Background
Addison worked as a combat medic for the United States Air Force for most of her life. She originally joined to eventually become a pilot, but her dreams of flying were shattered when a training accident significantly messed up her back. During her recovery, she pulled herself out of a depression of losing any chance to fly after being inspired by those who had saved her from a life of wheelchairs and crutches. She joined the combat medics and became part of an Army unit tasked with evacuating wounded from the battlefield.

Throughout plenty of deployments, Addison saved lives the best she could, and saw plenty die in her very hands. This seem to never deterred her from her duties, but nobody could get through this job with their minds completely intact. Everyone has a breaking point, and Addison's was on one particular mission. An Afghan village had just been attacked by Taliban forces out of retaliation for aiding US forces in the area. Addison's squad was sent into the mountains via helicopter to evac wounded civilians who were caught in the crossfire. Upon landing and rushing to the scene, Addison found the very hastily made aid station where they were being treated.

Of course, among the several civilians wounded, one was a young boy, no older than seven years old. Addison worked as hard she could to save the lives of the child, to keep the little kid breathing as they flew him back. However, there was truly nothing she could do. He had taken a round to a major artery and was bleeding uncontrollably. By the time the helicopter had reached the base, the kid was dead. Yet Addison refused to stop. She kept trying to operate the on the boy, continually attempting to revive the child over and over again. Eventually her squad leader had to pull Addison off the kid so that the soldiers could get the corpse off the helicopter.

Addison was given three months leave and was returned to the States.

Likes
Spicy Food
Dogs and cats
Guns
Aircraft

Dislikes
The nickname "Addy"
Sour Food
Passive Aggressive People
Tree Hugging Hippies!
Marines (damn jarheads!)

Theme

[User]
Vesta Celestia

No Hai@dabombjk@Spriggs27@ZekariVoblis
Vesta sighed again at Kyle. However this one was more directed at her own actions than anything else. Maybe she had been too harsh? She wasn't going to show weakness and apologise however it would be unbeneficial to their later interactions if she didn't clear up this misunderstanding.
"It's not that I hate you Mr Hishamie. If I hated you I wouldn't ask for your assistance, nor would I allow you to be in my presence. Personally you haven't offended me, annoyed perhaps but not offended. However on that same note you have yet to do anything to earn my respect and thus I shall grant none to you until such an event occurs." Vesta responded calmly as she noticed someone approaching them from the corner of her eye. Someone with long, flowing soft lavender hair and...horns? They were quite lifelike but Vesta could tell if something was made from metal or not; and these certainly were.
This woman now spoke before she could answer Kyle's question on Appa's, which had made Vesta give him a strange, questioning look. Who didn't know what an Appa was?
Her expression darkened as this unknown woman spoke to her in what she deemed as quite an unrespectful tone. Did this woman know who she was dealing with?
"And who are you perchance to order a Celestia around? I have no quarrel with him which needs to be settled with such one sided violence. You see this man is weak and as far as I can tell has no magic. Fighting him gains me nothing but scorn for beating a defenceless peasant." Vesta responded harshly as she didn't really bother checking out why Zin's eyes had roamed for a moment. She was covered head to toe in flour and blood so Vesta simply assumed that was the reasoning behind that behaviour.
"However I shall introduce myself so as to not contradict myself. I am Vesta Celestia, though I'm sure you've heard of my family at the least." Vesta was completely unaware of Zin's background of having been raised in the forest and thus probably wouldn't have this knowledge otherwise she wouldn't have made that last comment.
However it would seem as Vesta was talking with Zin another person had appeared from the crowd....why? Vesta was starting to get irritated by this now starting to become constant stream of people. She didn't have time for this. However he seemed to know Kyle, but she was too irritated to actually care or pay much attention to him or she probably would've noticed that he didn't actually in fact know him.
"...And who might you be dear sir?" Vesta asked with a deep, heavy exasperated sigh. This was getting on her nerves. All she wanted to do was find Avery, beat the everlasting shit out of him, go home and have a nice, relaxing warm bath. It should never have been this difficult.
Avery was going to be have to make it up to her for the trouble he has put her through.

[Assistant]
Kyle Hishamie

Kyle frowned at the arrival of the new man, but being the theatric sum bitch he done did is he played along. As the man threw a small jab to his shoulder, Kyle instinctively caught the jab with his left hand and tossed it back. Kyle suprised himself, not meaning to show any form of reflex like that. Kyle laughed it off.

"I got lost in the crowd and met some interesting people as you can tell. I would have come looking for you,"he said as he motioned towards the elf next to him," but I got into some trouble. Good trouble though. And my new friend Vest here, I promised her I would help her find her assistant."

Kyle helped Blanc to her feet, as Blanc took her time pulling herself. Hopefully she would say something. Then he motioned to Vesta.

"We should probably get moving though."

no hai@lunarlors34@zekarivoblis

[User]
@dabombjk @seirei no hai @spriggs27

Ezekiel "Ease" Evans

One of the women spoke up after letting out an annoyed sigh. Ease let out a smile and closed his eyes in a sheepish, but well meaning manner before doing a quick bow. "Just call me a gentleman who likes to make sure his friends are alright is all. Hahaha!" He said with a chuckle towards the end. Hopefully that was enough to sate curiosity without having to give a name. He didn't think they were untrustworthy off the bat but if anything in the next 5 minutes goes down that'll lead to him getting an ass whooping, he'd at least wanna make it hard for them to find him.

The moment the boy mentioned about getting in "good trouble," Ease inwardly grated his teeth. Good trouble my ass. If I showed up any later, your face would be flying halfway across the town. He thought to himself.

As the black haired guy helped the elf to her feet, Ease couldn't help but stare for a split sec. Huh...While they were obviously different in appearance, she did remind him of Ira a bit. Then again, him and facial recognition are also 50/50. Ignoring that, he gave the boy a light slap on the back with a smile. "Speaking of gentleman, good on you helping the lady up. Good on ya."

After mentioning the name of the girl who asked his name, he let out another bow. "Ah, I understand. If you still need any help Ms. Vest, I'll be but a moment with him. I'll gladly assist." He motioned for Kyle as he began to walk before letting out a sigh the moment as his back was turned. Please for the love of Christ, don't let anything else go wrong. He had a metric ton of questions to ask this kid and he barely knew where to begin. He can't have anything bad happening to him...Not now. He felt Ratatosk's furry head emerge from his jacket's front and look back.

Seems the little rodent was making sure everything was clear for whatever reason. Still kind of reassuring for Ease at least.

[Assistant]
Zin Parellax

@Lunarlors34 @ZekariVoblis

Zin watched as the guy started saying that the silver haired woman hated him, then she listened to the woman admit that she didn't hate him but seemed to dislike him and not really respect him. Zin didn't interrupt the conversation and waited for both of them to be finished and when the silver-haired woman said she was being ordered around by Zin, the horned woman cocked her head to the side with a straight face." Ordered you ? I never ordered you around and I don't order people around, I was merely giving you a suggestion to end this confrontation." Suddenly another guy arrived to speak with the guy named Hishamie, Zin just watched as the guy playfully threw a playful punch that was caught by Hishamie.

The moment Vesta introduced herself to the dragon woman, the name didn't ring any bells or sound familiar to her." Nothing about your names sound familiar to me and I don't know your family." Zin told her. Seeing the two guys getting along and almost seeming friendly then looking back to the blood splattered Vesta." Well, this seems as if it gotten boring quickly, I was expecting a fight to test my weapon or skill on someone." Zin spoke to Vesta." You should probably get cleaned up Vesta Celestia." Zin collected the mix of blood and flour onto a single gloved finger and tasted the mix." You could catch a cold and get sick."

[User]
Addison watched on with a little bit of longing in her eyes as Hamaguchi entertained her siblings. When would she be able to see her own family again? This question kept forcing its way into her mind, causing her to become slightly detached from the moment. Was there even a way? Sure, magic exists in this world, but to what extent? And what of her friends, her comrades, those wounded crying out to be res-

"Did you think of anything to do in the capital? Any plans?"

Hamaguchi's question yanked Addison back to reality. Yes, she needed to prioritize. Figure out how to survive, then figure out how to get home. As for the question at hand, Addison had been thinking on that during their walk here. If Hamaguchi was correct about healers and herbalists, then with Addison's very modern understanding of medicine, she might be able to make some serious money. Maybe...

"Well, I'm not entirely sure. Despite having no knowledge of healing... magic (Addison still couldn't believe she meant that literally), I'm actually very knowledgeable in healing. So I might do something along those lines... But I'm not really certain how to exactly go about that..." She said with a sigh and a tired grin. Addison still only had a rudimentary grasp on how things worked around here. "For starters though, I would like to know how the money works around here. From currency to the structure of the economy. Since, as I'm sure you can tell, I'm not from anywhere like this place, this all very new to me. So I guess I need information first and foremost."


[System]
Gender: Male
Character: Cirno

Personality: Cirka knows he's the strongest. He's confident to the point of cockiness and narcissism. This can get him into trouble, especially with his naivety and lack of common sense. He's not dumb per say, just a little foolish. He's tactless and honest to a fault, and hates lying or owing things to people. He's kinda self-centered, and can hurt people without realizing. Not that he doesn't care, he's just looking inward, not out.

Powers:
* Danmaku: Cirka has the ability to generate energy bullets. Though they are weak, and don't travel very fast, they are ridiculously easy to make. Most of the time Cirka just spams the shit outta them, since he's able to make about a hundred at a time.
* Cold Manipulation: Being the ice fairy, Cirka is able to reduce the kinetic energy in atoms. This generally manifests as ice generation, though if he's feeling particularly vicious, he can freeze an enemy to death from the inside. This also means he is weak to heat, and immune to cold, and it's kinda chilly around him. Bring a coat. The range is about 6m
* The Strongest: Being The Strongest fairy, Cirka has super strength- about the top of human physical perfection. Also, one doesn't get hit with Danmaku all day and not develop a resistance, so Cirka gets a slight bonus resistance towards energy based projectiles, such as plasma or laser.
* Flight: Like all 2hu's, Cirka can fly.
* Fairy Physiology: Most fairies are weaker than humans. Even the strongest fairy is only about 4'5" and is only 3/4 as durable as your average human. Luckily, they have Accelerated Healing, so it kinda balances out.

Equipment:
* Popslice: A wooden broadsword that says "よたい" on it. It is unbreakable, even though it's made of wood.

Other:
Don't worry, he's not all pixel-y like that.

He doesn't have the other swords. Not yet, at least.

[User]
Once Negi was in the clear of anything else he looked up to see a small pink ball with a green cloth hat and wooden sword come flying towards him, Right away Hayate's memories clicked in Negi's mind making Negi realize it was Kirby who was flying towards him. Immediately he opened up his arms and caught her, luckily she had also moved the sword out of the way, ensuring that neither of them would end up getting hurt. Once Kirby was safely within Negi's arms, he did a quick dust off before setting Kirby down onto the floor.「Phew safe」He gave a small smile as he knelt down next to her.

At the same time Negi heard a small ping kind of noise, something unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. Looking up he noticed a wizard in red robes standing before Kirby and himself. Next to the wizard's head there was a speech bubble translating what the wizard was trying to say. Negi read it in a rather quick manner and nodded to the first part of it. As for the second part, the wizard's inquiry, Negi closed his eyes to go into a brief moment of thought. He opened his eyes and nodded his head with assurance. Since it was a basic beginner spell he did not require any activation words for it, instead it just took a few seconds to cast onto the mage in red. Negi first put his hood down and then pointed the staff in his right hand at the wizard. Within a few seconds the end of the staff lit up with a small orb of light and the mage in front of him was enclosed in a magic circle. The outer ring of the circle began to fill with various magical symbols. Then after a bright flash, Negi gave a smile to the mage.「All done, you should be able to speak the language everyone else is using.」

[Assistant]
While he wasn't seriously hurt by the explosions, the shock was enough to bring Dan back to his senses.  "I haven't lost control in years and this time it was worse than ever." Knowing himself well enough to realize that he would snap again he took the ring off. As soon as the jewelry left his finger Dan turned back into Jacks baseform, losing the wings, tentacles, jesterhat and sword but regaining his lost arm.

Now there was the question of what to do with the ring, if he just dropped it on the ground he would eventually fail to resist the urge to put it on again. He also didn't want to entrust the source of his power to any of the others because while they might be unable to use it, they could refuse to give it back if he ever needed it. So he just stared at it trying to think of something.

[User]
Through his initial shots didn't connect with the intended target, it knocked the ice-fairy's weapon loose enough for it to be sucked up by some errant cyclonic vacuum. Must've been that Kirby thing. Undeterred, Alexander revved up the Red Queen, but as he did he witnessed the Cirno-guy call upon some other magic spell and summon a large blade of ice.

Despite his attempts to interfere, Alexander found his body held in place during the meantime. Of course- this was like a fighting game, where time temporarily froze while the enemy prepared their super move. This was going to be a close call, then-! Both sides, fire and ice, charged forward for the clash... and then, all too suddenly, an explosion rocked the area and filled the world around them with thick smoke, knocking off their attacks and ruining vision.

"Augh-! Dammit!" Alexander cried out in Nero's voice, his frustration evident. It only got worse as another similar explosion pounded out, throwing Nero off-balance and filling out any gaps in the smoke. "Who in the hell is doing that...!?" Alexander cried out, mostly to himself.

And then the third blast hit, stronger than before, and Nero's body was flung back several feet as a result. His yell of anguish with only interrupted when he hit the discernible material of the void's floor, subsiding into grunts and moans of pain as he rolled and crumpled to a stop. Well, that was something else. If they were looking to stop the fight, it seemed awful like they did it. And why was Alexander fighting, anyway? He wasn't so petty as to get mad over some guys fighting against one other, right? If anything, he had learned to stay out of engaged fights between others if he could truly help it. He must've gotten caught up in Nero's personality as well...

"Ugh... alright, okay, fine," Alexander groaned out, his tone pained but more 'normal' than it was when fighting as Nero, "So maybe I deserved that. Okay, that's fine- I can deal with that. I'll admit, something came over me, but that's no excuse, right?"

[Assistant] Cia looked up at the negi that had caught her and put her down. "Thank you!" Cia said with a smile while waving her sword around. She noticed that the fighting had finally stopped. She took a deep breath for a moment before spitting out the sword and reverting back to normal kirby. There was no need for the sword anyways. She headed off towards the frost fairy once close enough she lifted her stubby little arm then hit him on the head with a light tap. "Bad fairy!" Cia said with a pouty face. "You shouldn't start fight people like that, it's rude!" Cia added still with the huffy look on her face. "Now, how did we get here?" Cia asked looking at him, she felt like he might no more than the others as he was up and awake first.

[User]
|| Niolon ||

It felt hard, when the shield went down there was still that heated feeling around me. Staying in it's still position and here I am standing in the middle of the void stopping a group of people instead an army of Fallen. There was still a part of me that felt sad, desperate to go home...to fight with the Guardian's and aid the Traveler. But...here I am trapped in a blank world with only a few within it. Smoke was still around me, lighter and less dense...and as I stand there with time running slow I stare at the outlines, wondering of what kind of life they actually had, wondering what kind of fun or what kind of battle they all went against...

I exhaled, coughing as the heat stayed near me. I was silent and so was The Voice, tired and confused and hopefully the group will attempt to accept the fact that I had stopped there current action's. The heated smoke began to subside...finally, I was able to see the others. Some far away from were I was and some oddly close. The Fae was lying on the ground, the white haired man was speaking though I couldn't hear him, a mage, two mage's, and some others that I may or may not have hurt. " Solar Energy...extracting. " The Voice said, jumping up in surprise as I didn't expect him to speak. My armor was overlapped by light and soon the light began shaping my armor into another piece of armor, " Anubis. " The Voice said and quickly once the forming process was complete strand's of light began flowing towards the pieces on my armor and after a few minutes of staring at my clothing the gauntlet flashed with light. ' Oh! ' I thought, my armor seemed to charge my gauntlet...nodding with satisfaction I completely forget the task at hand and slowly begin to lose my track in thought.

There was so many thing's going on, sighing I calm myself and sit down on the hologram platform and just stare and stay in thought. My thought process seemed to be the only thing to get me distracted, distracted at the wrong time and place as well..." Wake Up. " I wasn't dozing off, quickly I stood it had only been six minutes and still nothing had happened. I'd assume that some were still adjusting to what just happened, " Scanning... " The Voice said that multiple times until he had stopped, " Health Statistic's are completely fine. No need to worry. " I nodded, standing still think about what to do in my current situation.

[Assistant]
The voice of Alton's mind was suddenly cut off by a bright ball thrown in front of them. Both could see it was a bomb, but it took both of them by surprise, and neither had time to take control of the body and react, not even to scream. As Alton and Jacket watched the ball of light grow and darken, the silhouette of Noir faded into the smoke, Cirka's ice shell flashed, then vanished, Nero's form blended into the shadows, and finally, the smoke became too dense for anything to be seen at all.

As the arrow hit the smoke, the heat snaked through the smoke particles, piercing the body of Jacket. He screamed as the heat cooked him from the inside, the pain adding to his rage. Alton, meanwhile, said nothing. In the afterglow of his outburst, he saw the smoke and, for a moment, felt a glimmer of hope within him. Perhaps this is his salvation from this hell that he found himself in. Perhaps this has all been some fable-like dream to show him the demon of rage that resided within himself. After he dies here, he will wake up in a better place. This inner demon that has haunted him for years will be gone, and he will be freed. Finally.

As the smoke cleared, the body of Jacket lay face down, hands above his head, and his skin black and burned like a stick thrown into a bonfire.

[User]
About 30 seconds after Cirka had survived who he could only assume was Okuu's attack, his relaxing was cut short by a bonk on the head. He glanced up to see that pink monster from before who had stolen his sword. The nerve of this thing! Hitting him and taking his things! He would beat the cuteness out of her! If he felt like moving at all, which he didn't...

He sighed and pulled himself up a little, leaning on a block of ice he had constructed for support. She had asked him what was going on? Not before scolding him, though. "Eye totally know what's going on. One a' you guys' evil or something. Eye'm sure of it." The mystical youth said with both an exhaustion, and a sense of conviction. He was pretty sure he was supposed to fight someone. Even if he wasn't supposed to, that wouldn't stop him, but it'd be nice if goals lined up.

Cirka took a cursory glance around just to see what was what at the moment. Nero was still kicking luckily, groaning and moaning. Jack, (or, was he the mayor?) had taken off the ring, simply holding it for now. Some other people were talking, too. A weird girl to the side, just standing around doing nothing. And Chickenman, who was lying down. Also maybe dead? Suddenly, a bright flash had interrupted Cirka's train of thought.

"Oh my. I leave for five minutes, and you've managed to do all this?"

A short man, couldn't be more than four feet, had just appeared. Dressed in a labcoat and odd squiggly glasses, he gave off that 'quirky smart guy' vibe. A small badge with 'Hello, my name is; Eddy' was clipped to his coat. The boy silently wondered to himself if that was who he had to beat up, but he didn't want another bonk from the blob, and it still had not given him his sword back. So, he stood still as the professor-looking man gave his speech.

"Hm. Has Alton lost his life?" The nerd asked, pointing his finger to the fried chicken. He didn't wait for an answer to continue speaking. "In that case, you'll fill him in later. I, am Eddy Gadd, one of the first people to enter here. The multiverse. By magic and coincidence far out of my reach, you ten have been chosen to lead the charge against an evil villain by my program. The villain is named Eden, and it holds the power to corrupt, destroy, and reshape the multiverse. I ask you ten's help in stopping it. Or, moreso, I shanghai you into doing it. With Eden on the loose like this, him or one of his cronies will surely destroy you on the way out if you attempt to leave. My deepest apologies for that." He paused for a moment, a sincere expression on his face. "So, do you accept?"

Cirka grinned and shook his head, while simultaneously turning it to the puff. "Told you Eye had to beat someone up!" He shouted with glee. "Eye'm down!" He exclaimed to the important looking man.


[System]
Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.

When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.

Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.

Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.

Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.

Weapons: none

Powers:

- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.

- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.

- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one's sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo's despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.

-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.

Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that's modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy's blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.

Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

[User]
Martin sat and peered at the screens.
The chess pieces were not cooperating.
While idly eating some chocolate Martin contemplated how badly the mission was going.
One target was running amok on a battlefield, the other was in the hands of another old blood, who did not respond to his calls.
He followed Voids movements on the camera's, the idea he had no way of controlling this monster infuriated Martin.
And now the battle seemed to die down, he'd probably be able to slip away in the chaos.

In the meantime he noted the lunatic that had crashed the party on his bike seemed to have devoted his time to breaking down everything.
Maybe he could antagonize the madman, maybe he'd be a piece he could use. His voice glamoured trough the battlefield once more.
"Hey you. The asshole who is clawing at those pillars. What are you doing?"

Hale looked up. He had successfully ignored Kami, Magnus, Mo and two armies in his furious resolve to tear the building down.
And in this processes he had managed to not notice most were either fleeing or had already abandoned the battlefield.
But now the voice from the speakers was trash talking him. And that would not stand.
"What do you want!?" He shouted up at the roof.

"I wonder what you are doing?"

"I'm going to ruin the airport! Bring it down on everyone!"
Hale continued to rip the metal reinforcements from concrete pillars.

"Why? Seems pointless."

"Everything we do is pointless! All we are is chaos. I just accept that."
The building rumbled again, several ceiling plates came down.

"So.. you and you're friends aren't here for Void?"

"Everyone here is bound for the void eventually. But I'm in no hurry to die. There is destruction to be wrought!"

"...There's a vampire here who's named himself Void."
Every time Martin spoke his voice became courser, and less powerful as more and more speakers broke down by Hale's rampage.

"Why would I care?"

"You're about to bring the northern part of the building down on his head, is he not your ally?"

Hale stopped and looked into one of the last working camera's.
He laughed a deep hollow laugh.
"There are no allies in ruin. Everything breaks equally!"

With that he smashed the last bearing pillar, the several stories high building groaned under its own weight. Walls and pillars snapped like massive twigs. Electrical wire shorted out everywhere around him, the light of sparks flashed and lit up the airport periodically. Heralding fire and ruin.

Hale ran. He ran while laughing. Debris flying and falling around him. He stepped outside as everything collapsed behind him.
He howled as the airport came crashing to the ground like the wrath of the titans unforgiving hammer.
"Awhooooooohahahaaah! I. Am. Entropy!!"

Martin stared at the many screens as they went dark one by one. When all power went out he looked out the window.
He saw the entire east wing collapse. People, wolves and vampires running out in panic while the lunatic stood on a broken down tank laughing his ass off.

Martin wondered if Void had made it out. He didn't feel like having to dig trough all that ruble to find his remains. This night was getting worse and worse.

[Assistant]
Time.
The river flows and ebbs.
The waters gush forward.
No more could the hours waste away.
Sands trickling in the glass.
Night falls upon the humanity.
The elder council begins.

There in the midst of the Castle Carfax, within the heart of the old fortress was the macabre scene prepared. Engraved wooded tables sat around in assembly, a mockery of the United Nations as dripping overhead each seat were corpses of sedated humans, burning alive from their feet while slowly dripping blood from their necks. Both lighting and dining purposes, as the sanguine drops filled the goblets which collected the ruby liquor. In the middle of the room presented was an ancient rock, far older than the castle itself as it was placed upon a pillar. A relic of times past it was, moved from the Collection to be used as political tool. Vampires both old and young would fill these halls, and satiating their needs was wise to do, for the ancient ones would most certainly be irked at such a meeting should they come, only bound by a loose agreement within their blood creed. These allies would be enemies, and enemies would be allies, here in the heart of darkness, let them come to test humanity.

"Night Lady Natasha, you come early, once more I offer my condolences." Bedivere stood inside the council chamber, personally greeting each elder arriving per a formal reception. Anything less would be a insult, even if they see Bedivere as a lesser vampire from his own relative youth compared to the Pale Lady, who has taken to a long leave of absence and as thus delegated Bedivere to fulfill her role within the Elder Council. To such end, he himself had to be careful of who he offended, place a group of old vampires in a single room and surely there was going to be internal scheming and conflict. As such, to project a neutrality between the vampires would be most ideal. Calling for Void to be punished for breaching the per norm rules, was on the agenda, but the truth was the rally up the global leaders into initiating a full on war to end the struggle for power between human and vampire, But it was a pseudo-democratic processes after all, with votes only counting if one was not dead.

"Sir Bedivere, you know very well this castle belongs to me. My father purchased it and it is rightfully mine. This event is not your to host." Ah Natasha, the young girl had spark, she takes after her father, but nevertheless in spite of her outburst she took her seat as designated, swirling the goblet of blood as a vintage wine before quaffing the liquid. She knew that since Britain belonged to the Pale Lady, her father stole the castle in the first place.

The evening would be filled with more characters such as this as evident by Bedivere's greetings.

"Dark Lord Atta, Lord of the Vodun, and Night Lady Amunhotep, Queen of the Nile. I welcome you both to Carfax. Good Evening Dark Lord Kami Yi of Dark Sun and Night Lady Zheng Yin. Lady Michelle au Paris and Lord Raphael da Stella, my closest European allies. The famed Guru of the Night I am humbled by your presence..."

And so Forth and so Forth, until the seats began to be filled. The power held here within this chamber was something truly frightening.

Lady Mo, Magnus, and Void were still to arrive.
And of course Mithias as a Stand in for Gabriel, lest the old dog decide to show up himself uninvited.
Albeit very expected of him to do so.

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As much as the predator in her wanted to go and claim the kill that was rightfully hers, Lady Mo listened when Magnus called for a retreat. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. The white wolf was moody and bloodthirsty, and even took to growling at Magnus and snapping her teeth threateningly before running off. A midst the bodies and charred remains of the airport tarmac, Mohowauck retrieved her clothing and ran off into the woods with the leathers clutched in her jaw.

Once safely retreated within the comfort of the trees, Lady Mohowauuck turned back to face the airport. She watched as flames licked some of the building's sides, and smoke billowed up from the roof. As she stared on, she got to witness the airport crumple in on it's self... it was absolutely beautiful. The great wolf appeared to have a smile on her face and dropped her clothing long enough to let out a victorious howl. The eerie sound pierced through the night air and was soon echoed by the many voices of her newest lupine allies. Although some had fallen, her pack had grown much larger this night.

After one last glance at the airport, Mohowauuck picked up her clothes again and ran off. Let the humans witness a glimpse of what their so-called civilization would soon become -- all of their accomplishments would be reduced to ash in the wind.

Mohowauuck soon arrived at Magnus' ridiculous underground base to check in and see if there was any news for her. Before gaining entrance, Lady Mo shifted and dressed herself, as to not offend anyone's delicate sensibilities. Upon entering the first gates of the base, a guard bowed towards her and reported: "Lady Mohowauuck, a message has arrived for you..."


[System]
Gender
Male

Age
 20, November 15 1999

Sexuality
Straight

Nationality
Norwegian

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Appearance
 Kjell has an above-average build with short brown hair and gray eyes. He tends to wear jackets most days regardless of the weather. Normally open and most black, or gray but, has one green and red jacket that he wears sometimes. His shirts vary in colors but, most are gray or white. He sometimes wears a hoodie which is gray on rainy or cool days. Also wears a necklace all the time that he got from his grandparents.

Height
5'9

Personality
Kjell could be described as an introvert, shy, reserved, and likes to be alone. He also can be very social, outgoing, and rather active when he wants to. Trending the line really with being an introvert and is generally friendly to those around him. Along with being a positive and hopeful person despite his history. Able to see the bright side to a situation no matter how bleak. Sometimes to the annoyance of others. Though he tries to hide the self-doubt and the grief his has over his involvement with his sister's accident. Which he tries to get past it but, it hard to dislodge as he has found. Generally, Kjell is a go with the flow kind of kind guy. Though he can be stubborn at times and sometimes if he sets his mind to it. He can be very hard to dissuade him about something he cares about.

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Persona

Elpis

Arcana
Hope

Skill
Bless and Healing

Equipment
Mace and Heckler & Koch G3

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Education
Year 2 - Astronomy

Biography
 Kjell was born in Stavanger, Norway, and the eldest of three. His parents were middle class and own a small hardware store. Growing up Kjell was content with his life and would form close bonds with his family. Particularly with his sister and it was when he was ten did he show interest in astronomy. Always curious about the stars and would spend nights looking up at the night sky, finding constellations, and wanting to know more about the stars.

Things were looking bright for the family, until when Kjell was twelve. When his parent's bank accounts got hacked and someone stole most of their money. On top of that, the family had to close their hardware shop after losing customers to the hardware regional chain Clas Ohlson. Now having to live off of welfare and the possibility that they may have to move given the high cost of living in Stavanger. His father fell into depression and while he tried to hide it from Kjell and his siblings. It was clear the state of his father and Kjell could not help but, feel about his father. While also worrying about the future though he tried to be positive.

By the time he was fourteen, the family had moved to Bryne and had started to recover. His parents found work and things were going well. Then an abrupt accident involving his sister and left her in a coma. Kjell was distraught over what happened since the accident was his fault. He could not forgive themselves for what he did to his sister and started to doubt himself. When she finally woke up a month later, Kjell was overjoyed at the news. While she recovered fast, she was angry at him over what happened and a rift started between the two. Kjell thinking that he deserved this and for a time did not know to rebuild the ruined relationship with his sister.

For years this went on and he clung on to some hope that maybe he could salvage relations with his sister and it seemed like she was starting to forgive him. Then Kjell suffered a falling out with his best friend and it was a explosive end. It left Kjell to think about things and it affected him deeply. After graduating from high school, Kjell earned a scholarship to several collages and under his parents wanting the best for him. Recommended him to go to Thames'Edge University in England. Which he thought it would be fun to study aboard and moved to London. So far he is enjoying himself in London though his grief and self-doubt have not left him. Still, he hopes that he will get better down the road and fix the relationship with his sister.

Affiliations
Torgeir Granum - Father
Johanna Granum - Mother
Vivi Granum - Younger Sister
Joar Granum - Younger Brother

Relationships
TBA

Character Theme
Song

[User]
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 Counting the nights had become impossible. The scribbles on her walls were incomprehensible. Individual tallies began to merge into one another. Soon, the numbers were a single constant scratch against the wall. Irony had hit her like a train. Hiding in the shadows to avoid THE Shadows. A crawling bottom feeder, a scrounger at the end of time. Faced with the endless void of uncertainty, she'd conjured plan after plan. Each colour coded nightmare had their own names. Yearn wasn't strong enough to describe her desire. There was an act that needed to be launched, the next part of the greater story she held so dearly onto. Her scribbles fell upon blind eyes and her begs were spoken to deaf ears. No scribe could translate her incoherence. Voices in her head did the talking for her. When there was no one to talk to, the only person she could converse with was herself. In desperate determination, she began to titter to herself as she realised the inaudible screaming coming from inside her run down hideaway. A tale on insanity had barely left her alone. Final hour. Final year. Final week. Final day? Something taunted her from around the corner that wasn't really there. Her skittish fiddling jingled throughout the underpass. Agony played with her.

"I can hear you, you little fucker..." A raspy, tired tone met with a head twitch unsettled her routine of self-devastation. Her eyes scouted out the surrounding. Something smelt off, as in an apparition had been lurched in her bedroom for hours. Nothing was there, of course. Nothing was ever there. There hadn't been anything but her for the years that had passed. Deep down, she hoped he would show his face, either to end it all or to just talk to her like they used to. "Come on! Show yourself...please..."

 Quietly, she turned to sobbing, her face breaking down to her hands. She cradled it with dainty fingers and soaked up her own tears. Her stomach rumbled. Through her false loyalty, she thought she'd have been something beautiful. Nothing felt the same anymore. On her light and human skin, the odd feather would brush against her clothing. They didn't connect to her skin, but her clothing felt almost identical to her own flesh. Nothing quite felt the same still. She scraped another tally against the wall, watching it merge into the other countless lines she'd clawed in herself with a rusty knife. Her midnight hair flowed behind her as she wiped her eyes dry, but not clean. With weary hands, she pulled her hood up over her head, forming the cowl she'd grown to idolise. Across the face, her mask was placed, its extensive beak now hiding the face she'd grown to detest. She had become the Raven again. Under the cowl, she felt safe. Stepping out of her hiding house, she walked into the open air, where the World of Fog towered around her. Her feet were light to the step and her mind was once again set back into place. Hunger. She wanted it. She wanted to carry the death on her shoulders. She wanted someone to see what she saw. She wanted to run. She wanted to escape. And in her final lunge, she ran off into the day, sensing a strange yet destructive rift open up on the other side of the foggy metropolis.

[Assistant]
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The jump from sleep to wakefulness was sudden. Abrupt. And, exactly the same as it had been for the past... who knew, really. The first thing Tate consciously laid eyes on was his clock. Five minutes before the alarm was meant to go off. It was the eternal paradox that he'd grown accustomed to recently: if he set the alarm, he'd always wake up before it went off. So just don't set the alarm, then? Yeah, and say goodbye to all your appointments, fucker. Tate groaned as he rose to a seated position. He couldn't remember much about his time in the world of slumber, but the vague recollections were enough to give him pause. It was different. Tate was used to his dreams being incomprehensible, but there was something off. It made... too much sense, and despite barely remembering anything about it, Tate couldn't shake that feeling out of his head.

What was he, getting spiritual now?

Tate shook those thoughts out of his head. The hell was he getting all pensive for? He had a day to get through. With that in mind, he quickly hopped over to his alarm, turning it off right before it sacked him with the high-pitched beeps Tate had learned to dread it for. Consistently waking up before his alarm had one upside, he guessed. With that out of the way, Tate hopped into the shower. This was also part of his routine, after all. It helped get everything in order for the day. Routine was the main thing keeping him grounded right now. Tate freshened up for the day ahead, putting on a grey t-shirt and blue jeans and slipping into his black hoodie. He slipped on his shoes before leaving his dorm room...

Only to immediately run into someone.

"Heya, Joss," Tate said to the girl. This was also part of the routine he'd settled into. He and Jocelyn would meet just outside his room, before heading off to school. It was why he'd woken up so early today, even though he didn't have a class until the evening.

"Hey yourself," Jocelyn replied, "Ready to get swarmed?"

"Swarmed?"

"Yeah, you know. By the freshies."

"The fr-... ohh, yeah, no, uh..." Tate started, a look of realization coming over his face. The first-years were gonna be out in full force. "Things are gonna get crowded as fuck, huh?"

"Listen to this man talking like he wasn't exactly part of the problem less than a year ago," Jocelyn replied, rolling her eyes, "You got everything?"

"Yeah, course I did."

"You sure? If you realize that you forgot something later, I'm not helping you."

"I got it, Joss. Jesus."

"Uh huh. If you say so," Jocelyn said, and began to walk off.

Well. Tate followed her without another word.

The walk to the main building was short and uneventful. The freshmen were, indeed out in full force all around the campus, and at several points Tate could have sworn he was wading through the crowd as opposed to simply shuffling through it. He and Jocelyn talked about games and anime, mostly. Their shared interests. Jocelyn saw someone at her MahjongSoul table pull off a nagashi mangan. Tate talked about how he binged the entirety of Season 27 of Detective Conan over the weekend.

"Bruh. What the fuck."

"I mean... same."

Jocelyn shook her head as they entered the main building.

"Alright, I'm heading off to class. See ya later," she said, before heading off in her direction.

Which left him alone again. Tate moved to one of the common areas to see what was what. He had so, so much time to kill. Time to see how he could kill it.

Maybe with breakfast? You haven't eaten yet, doofus.

...He'd probably get something soon. Fine. But for now, he scanned the room.

[User]
Vicinity of: @Lugubrious, @CriticalHit, and @BCTheEntity

New semester starts today, Tryg thought as he left his dorm room. By this point, he knew the campus well enough to know where his first class was. Means more firsties. Guess I can show what they're up against in this school. He looked at the brass cylinder poking out from behind his shoulder. Time to put Dainsleif here to work. Tryg made his way down to one of the common rooms where he noticed a handful of new faces. Since one seemed a bit preoccupied with studies, he instead elected to make his way to a less populated area where he found a nice column to lean against once he pulled his trombone from his back. No need to keep anyone from improving themselves, he considered.

Opening the satchel he kept his trombone's stand in, he set up the stand and laid open the bag so that passersby could leave tips if they wished. He never expected anything better than pocket change, if anything, but it's nice to get paid by those who recognize talent. After all, Dainsleif deserves it. Hmm . . . Nothing too complicated this early. Something more on the warm-up end. Save the really fun stuff for two or three in the evening. Maybe a little on the soft side to accommodate the studious. Yeah. Tryg pulled out his phone and opened the tuning app and ensured his instrument's tuning was perfect before he began to play a piece he had memorized years ago.

(minus the accompaniment instruments, of course)

When two people seemed to cut away from the crowd, Tryg's first assumption was that they might be lovers. Let's have a bit of fun with this. As they approached, he decided to up the sap in his playing juuuuuuust a notch. Don't want to make the music distasteful, but definitely help their mood. Or mock them a bit? Who knows. All Tryg knew was it was "fun".

[Assistant]
Once again Kjell had woken up early in the morning in a cold sweat. Once again he had that dream of what happened to his sister and his role in it. Breathing heavily as he tried to calm down. Ever since the accident, he has had this dream caused by his guilt that even after six years it is still strong. After calming down, Kjell took a look at his watch, six o five am. This would not be the first time that his dream would have woken him up early. Kjell signed as thought about if he should stay in bed or not. He could try and rest for an hour and get up at seven or get up now. "Screw it", he said out loud and got out of bed. He may be tired but, at least he will get one more hour to prepare before classes start and he was a morning person anyway.

It did not take long for him to get ready for the first day of classes. Kjell left his apartment with his normal attire. Black jacket with a while grey shirt along with his necklace. Which had a special meaning for him. For his necklace is a nordic compass and was given to him by his grandparents. As to help him find his way in the world and it is like a lucky charm for him. Something he considers he needs in order to forgive himself over the incident with his sister.

After arriving at the university, Kjell found that he still had some time before his first-class started. Which he did not need to scout out where it was since he been here for a year and knows well enough where everything is. So with nothing to do, Kjell headed to the university's library. Kjell tends to visit the library when he has nothing to do at the campus and spends his time there in between classes. Sometimes to get some homework done but, most of the time read what he thought was interesting to him. This time it will be a history book that he found. Taking a sit in one of the many chairs of the library and started to read. He does not normally read history books, Kjell finds history, okay but, some topics do interest him. Like this book about the Winter War and Kjell would stay here for some time. This second year is expected to like the first. Which something he is prepared for and is looking forward to.