[System]
Extras
Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Lavender
Scent: From strongest to weakest: Perfume, grass, animal urine
Anything Else:

Nor Dunadkar

Character Summary
Aliases: The Barber
Age: 120
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: Arian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 9

Physical Attributes
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Muscle
Eyes: Cobalt
Hair: Obsidian, thick and wavy; kept very well groomed, short and stylish.
Skin Tone: Earthenware Clay
Racial Abilities:Infravision 60,
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes
Day To Day Attire: When he's traveling, which he does quite often, Nor wears very thick, sturdy clothes. They don't wear or tear too easily, provide protection against the elements and tend to be made of cheaper material than fine clothing. When he's not traveling he wears thick, study clothes. They can be used a long time with little to no fuss and tend to be made of cheaper material than finer clothes. 'Sides, when you work with Dwarven hair fer a living, thick clothes keep ya from feeling itchy all over.
Strengths: Indomitable Will, Swift Fingers, Strong Memory
Weaknesses: Gimpy left knee, hemorrhoids, thin-blooded

Psychological Attributes
Arrogant * Team Player * Greedy * Dependable

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Technically married. It's a long story
Personality: If there's one thing in life that you have to learn, it's that you always need to look out for Number 1. A lot of folk, especially traditionalists will go on about how important it is to be in a group, the support you can provide and blah, blah, blah. But these same people will gladly double-cross their own flesh and blood for a bit o' gold, property and land. Even if they pretend to hide it, they know what's really important.

You know who'll never go against your best interests or try to manipulate you? Yourself. And you know how you can protect yourself from gettin' stepped all over? Power. Get some power and they may snub about your attitude in their head or behind your back, but they'll come to heel when you call.

Now it's important that ye don't misunderstand what's being said. People can be useful and nice to have around. Sometimes you even need to trust em with yer life (usually when under risk of being wiped out by a buncha green blokes out fer blood), but try not to make a habit of it, and always be ready to cut down the guy before you afore he can.
Habits: Scratching his beard, Laughing Menacingly
Hobbies: Hunting large animals
Fears: Oceans, Lightning, Vampires
Likes: Tidy Hair, blood, money, revenge, knives, children
Dislikes: Unkempt hair, liars, cowards, jewelry, cold food, randomness

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Intimidation: Self explanatory
* Animal Handling: He knows how to work with animals
* Profession (Barber): He's good at the trimming and styling of men's hair. He could probably do something with lady hair if he tried
* Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Stab, stab, stab
* Shield Proficiency: Luckily it will protect me
* Weapon Proficiency (Polearms): Stab at a distance

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* Dwarf: He can't use magic because he's a non-spellcaster dwarf.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Traveler's Clothes: Boots, tunic, Trousers, Cloak, standard stuff
* Coin Pouch: For small purchases
* Utility Knife: For not stabbing people
* Masterwork Dwarven Straight Razor: Sharper than George Carlin's wit
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dwarven Combat Knife: It's big, wicked and more than enough to gut a human clean
* Tower Shield: Big enough to completely hide behind if he kneels right next to it sideways. Makes an effective battering ram.
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* Full Plate: Made with traditional dwarf forging techniques, this full suit of armor is definitely tough, but Nor doesn't wear it without having occasion to
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Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* Mule: She pulls the cart. Her name is Dorka

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Small Cart/Wagon: Nor doesn't actually have a pack, but a wagon that holds things he needs for business inside
* Barber Items: Kettle for heating water, shaving cream, boar hair brush, Chair for sitting in, small and large towels, hair scissors, combs and brushes
* Survival Stuff: Bedroll, 10 pints oil, Two Week's feed, 2 weeks rations, lantern, Firestarter, 50 feet of rope
* Money Stash: Where the serious dough is contained. If you touch, you get stabbed
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Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* Deluxe Shaving Cream: Anywhere it is applied, it prevents razor burn
* Floating Mirror: About as large as a human face, it'll stick in the exact same position it was let go of.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Cure Light Wounds (5): Sometimes you nick yourself while shaving and you don't want to wait for it to heal
* Cure Serious Wounds (2): For more serious occasions
* Grease: The wagon wheels get stiff occasionally
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
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[User]
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Keystone
Location: Crossed Swords Inn & TavernInteracting With: Sana, Thomas, Satilla

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 Deep down, Keystone figured that Kyra was a talented and inspiring woman who rose to her position of authority within the Elven kingdom due to merit and ability. He held onto this belief despite her continued explosions of temper. The big man was once a slave to his tides of indomitable rage. Moreso, anyway. It was a process. Maybe it would do no small amount of good for the woman to walk the path of the Monk for a year. Keystone could even help in this endeavor. Of course, not everyone was suited to setting foot after foot in front of one another down that particular path.

 But for right then, Keystone sighed heavily and shook his head. Yeah, maybe she was right. But all this drama really wasn't helping matters. Part of him was just a little jealous, too; if anyone was the type to make a scene and storm off angrily, it really ought to have been him. There was a subtle art to it, if one wanted to use it for intimidation factor later on. It was a perfectly reasonable tactic to make people pliant. But he suspected that Kyra's explosion and exit were less purposed than that. Sana made a good point as well, as Keystone agreed to openly after Kyra's exit. "Bloody well right. Girl'd do good havin' a meal an' rest. Mayhap some personal attentions, if y'take my meaning, but I ain't sayin' that faceward at 'er." He shook his head as if to illustrate his point.

 Keystone gestured to the food again, silently suggesting that everybody eat up. Anyone who spent more than a day in town, or who had spoken to "Look, I says we dummy up like Miss Kyra's screamin' on about. Damage done is done, addin' any more's just foolish. Let's talk on this in more private environs after a while, yeah? What d'you lot reckon on it?" He thought to his room, already purchased and available for use. It might suffice, unless there was another more fitting one already reserved for someone in their group, such as they were.

 Then he noticed the pressure on his shoulder provided by the scarred Gypsy. Sana had decided to take her leave of the table, moving unsteadily to the stairs. Etiquette and propriety weren't exactly his stronger points. Perhaps this is why it took him until she was already climbing the stairs to offer his assistance. He rose from the table and took a couple of steps toward her. Pausing in the common area, he spoke plainly, "You ain't lookin' quite tops yet, Miss Sana. Lemme give you a arm to lean on till you're settled in, alright?"

[Assistant]
Ntaj Zoov Yaaj
Location: Salarn's Graveyard
Actions: Talking to Cyneburg

Ntaj looked over to Cyneburg when she approached. "Graveyards creepy. No signs, but never know for sure. Mages have many way to watch." Ntaj looked around for the birds that could be a familiar. Or perhaps bugs like centipedes instead. The witch who trained him had a scorpion as a familiar, and as far as Ntaj knew that was a bug too. That being said, Ntaj had to admit that so far his investigating wasn't leading him anywhere. They've found some pits in the ground and where the graveyard was at. At least he had enough time looking around to get a good idea where he could hide for a stakeout. Assuming of course they'd find anything during their time here, if Ntaj stays for long at all. For all he knew their next clue could come knocking at their door.

Sighing, Ntaj did put his flail away. Even if there was someone watching him, it wasn't as if there was anything he could do about it right now. It's not as if he can just go and kill every bird or vermin that was around here. With no discernible trail and no real evidence to follow they'll have to go with his original plan to stake out the place, assuming what they were looking for was even here at all. They've only found a few graves that might've been dug up, and surely that wasn't going to be enough to create a single undead horde. "We go back. Nothing here. Unless you need something?"

[User]
Cyne & Nor
Location: Graveyard & Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Ntaj, Satilla & Mostly Thomas
Cyne took a long, hard look at Ntaj before responding to a word he'd said. Her expression could be read as concern, disbelief or even a soft contempt, but in reality she had merely zoned out for a bit. Non-stop travel and constantly fighting/worrying about fighting did a number on one's mental stamina.

"I've got some things I'd like to pick up, but I'd rather eat and sleep somewhere not soaked through. Shopping can happen tomorrow." Sure she was perfectly comfortable sleeping out in the wilderness, but nobody shy of an amphibian wanted to make their bed in the wet muck. And normally she foraged for supplies she needed, which is what a druid was "supposed" to do, but turning down a chance to use what was available to her would be needlessly adherent to the ideal to the point of foolishness.

When she arrived back at the tavern she found a lot fewer people than she'd expected. She approached Satilla and asked her where everyone else was.

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Nor for one watched all the drama unfold passively. He wanted to get more information about Cremwise, but he didn't really have the opportunity to continue investigating the subject. Furthermore, he wasn't part of the group, and as far as he was concerned, the moon-haired lass was completely in the right. He had gotten to learn a significant amount of information both about the group and the situation they'd found themselves in within the span of what? A couple hours at most? He was a humble tradesman looking to turn a profit, but if he were some malignant entity who sought to do these people, he had little doubt that he would have been able to get even more pertinent information had he so desired. But without everyone else there, all the remaining food was left to him. And the mage-types too, he guessed.

Speaking of which, the boy from earlier seemed like he could use a sage bit of advice. He was the type of fool who'd step on a bear trap and not know why he couldn't move. If Nor was to get any closer to the group, he'd have to earn their trust and the lad would probably be a good place to start. Furthermore, reducing the chances of them all dying due to carelessness was an additional benefit.

"C'mere lad. Take a seat and grab some steak. I think I've got some advice that could help ye out." The dwarf patted the empty seat to his right. Hopefully the kid would take the offer.


[System]
Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Age: 1,907

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a siberian tiger.

Abilities

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Ectothermic: It's body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings. It can withstand the hottest or coldest environments.

~Tremendous strength and speed.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Anything faster than subsonic it can detect via air pressure gradient.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not highly acidic.

~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.

~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. Can grasp (but not speak) all languages.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
It can convert and excrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty, and can regain the weight by eating.

~The Alpha:
Though it would never allow its young to live unless driven to desperation by an immense threat to its existence, for it is a selfish thing that dislikes sharing its hunting grounds, it is able to impose its will upon its brood of lesser vampires via shared split-consciousness. By forcefully breeding with another organism, it can produce in one month a litter of four juveniles. The juveniles mature after a single month and become fully capable of killing and breeding, weighing at that time around 100 kilos each. The brood will never grow to more than 200 kilos. Each one can have a litter of four young, and can breed with as many victims as are available.
At such a rate the number of mature brood would grow exponentially as follows, assuming the lowest estimate of each one breeding a single time per month.

Month One- The Magna Pater breeds and the young emerge.

Month Two- Five mature brood counting the Magna Pater.

Month Four- Twenty brood.

Month Six- Eighty Brood.

Month Eight- 320 brood.

Month Ten- 1,280 brood.

Year One- 5,120 brood.

Year Two- 26,214,400 brood.

Year Three- Planetary Extinction.

~Malocchio:
It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Before it uses the Malocchio, the intended victim(s) will have a brief premonition of the danger to come. Those who see the true eyes will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of the Magna Pater, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It also allows the Magna Later to see through the eyes of its prey at any and all times, even at the same time if there are multiple victims. By using the Malocchio on one who is already cursed, the victim's sight will be replaced with that of the Magna Pater's until it deactivates its eyes.

It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly seven seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.
The Magna Pater can only keep the Malocchio active for at most sixteen seconds, and cannot use it again until the same amount of time has passed. As an example, if it only uses it for ten seconds and then deactivates, then it must rest its eyes for ten seconds.

~Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio have their consciousness eternally bound to their physical state of matter. They gain a horrific form of immortality, doomed to live on forever in boundless agony as inert particles bequeathed unto the earth, lost to time and memory beneath the weight of the ages.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find children, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.
It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment.

The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the it consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistant subspecies, devouring its own young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new alpha conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. It has seen and ended countless civilisations. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which many sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies, an apocalyptic power which it does not abuse only for the sake of preserving its food supply.

Though it lingers not permanently in this world, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music:

[User]
"Well now, it's definitely up ahead somewhere." Higan muttered to himself as the Mech made its final ascent. It was a little easier getting out of the cave than getting in so the Mech was climbing up the last tunnel in a sort of crouch-walk with its right side facing forward. It was still slow going though, which worried Higan just a tad as he had a foreboding feeling the Pater was preparing something for him up topside. He had forced it out of its little nest and back up into open air, if it was like any other ugly bastard living in dirt it couldn't have liked that very much. Still, once he reached daylight visibility was bound to be improved and he'd have space to work with, all factors in his favour. Particularly in light of two things, he had entered the forest in the early hours of the morning and had been in the deeps for at least two hours, so sunlight would be permeating the forest. However, more importantly he remembered the exit was on a hillside, so the sun would shine more brightly upon it as the canopy couldn't be as thick, and he would have an excellent field of vision. There was a chance he could still kill the creature yet, with just forty rounds of rifle ammo and maybe 900 rounds in his chain-gun.

The entrance to the cave was the biggest danger. If the creature stayed true to form it would be up waiting for him in a blind spot as he exited the cave. He couldn't hear it anymore, so either it had fled far enough through the forest to escape him or it had settled down to wait for him to leave the cave. His mind flittered back to the skeletal decoy earlier, he couldn't even discount the possibility of a trap waiting for him at the exit, and it had certainly proved itself wily enough to carry out some manual tasks. All in all the light at the end of the tunnel was looking progressively worse as he swapped back to ordinary vision function to avoid blinding himself. If there was anything un-toward about the entrance of the cave Higan would notice it, he wasn't a scout for nothing, having passed this way earlier he could probably spot a single stone out of place.

Presuming he was not accosted before reaching the exit his rifle would poke out into daylight, feeling for anything untoward on his path and perhaps fishing out the creature. If nothing bit he'd consider his next plan of action about six feet inside of the cave, his cannon pointed with deadly intent before him and his eyes searching what he could see outside.

[Assistant] The forest was quiet, and the Magna Pater was nowhere to be seen. Most of the its victims had experienced this very situation. He who strikes first strikes last, and the monster had the luxury of time.

[User] Eventually you just have to take the plunge. The Mech stepped out into open air with another burst of chain-gun fire clearing its head and the patch of earth above and behind it in its immediate blind spot. Provided it went unmolested Higan would pause and listen for further sound, before making his way slowly up the hill in the same stopping and listening fashion he had used earlier.

[Assistant]
No traps so far...

But then again, one had to wonder what would happen were Higan to feel the need for a drink or a potty.

[User]
Presuming the Mech heard very little, and it would definitely hear something if the Pater was moving around in its vicinity in the near silent forest, Higan turned around and climbed up the hill. Unmolested, he should reach the 'summit' fairly quickly. He was basically following Scout 101, find the tallest spot and look around.

Upon reaching it he'd be able to do just that. The blindspot was to either side of the thin strip of vision he had remaining, swapping to Electric vision and slowly spinning around 360 degrees should leave little potential for the Pater to avoid his gaze. He could listen out while doing it as well, so there was a good chance he would re-aquire his prey if it lurked on the surface. If not, he'd probably have to follow his GPS home for repairs.

[Assistant]
Though Higan's hearing was good, he'd not likely hear the Magna Pater if it didn't want him to. It could hide better than a field mouse in a haystack, and move with the silence of a body long dead. Still, nothing stirred that would catch Hogan's notice. In scary movies, the monster always waited out of sight for the perfect opportunity, for the perfect chance to kill off an unsuspecting character. The same held true for Slimy. Perhaps Higan was made of tougher stuff than the average teen blonde, but even he had to rest his guard some time.

Therein lay the true power of the elder horror. It had all the time in the world, and the longer it waited, the shorter Higan's life span became. It was as if it were growing in size, gaining weight, gaining power. There were many ways for it to use its abilities, and being as wise as it was, why would it limit itself to a simple and fair fight? A shadow of death was looming over the mech pilot, and he did not even know it.


[System]
Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Green eyes, warm beige skin tone, black hair.
Hair that goes all the way down but doesn't touch the floor. (Refer to image)
(Mixed race of Asian and Caucasian)

(Image does not accurately represent the age of the character, but only her hair style and initial clothing. Her skin color is warm beige.)

Primary Ability (Main)
Darkness Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the shadows around her and to create darkness. (As the RP progresses, she will display a variety of skills that revolves around darkness which I'll add onto this character page)

Secondary Ability (Minor)
Time Warping: The ability to manipulate the time of a specific area, such as accelerating and slowing time within that certain area.

Zuri has been sealed within a large dark crystal for thousands of years (roughly 2000) by a group of magic users due to her overwhelming ability to manipulate shadows and create darkness, which resulted in her being sealed up into a large crystal shard and hidden away within a catacomb. Her memories were lost as time goes by, distorted and shattered memories, she can only recall her name and rediscovers her ability to control darkness when she awakens. The crystal has started to give out dark energy from within the core, pulsing at a very slow rate.

Since Zuri wasn't born into this age and time, she doesn't know much about the current world. A factionless Talent without any friends and little to no memory of her own past. A clueless, mysterious and potentially dangerous girl.

Zuri lacks the ability to socialize with others due to the long period of time that she has been bound to the crystal, it's almost as if she's reborn as a blank slate but only feint memories of her past that could possibly change her. She's quite rebellious and can act a bit defensive if people try to get close to her at an unreasonably fast rate.

Zuri is quite simple-minded, willing to do anything to protect the people she likes and is quite direct with her thoughts, not giving a second thought to what she says and does not understand consequence. She doesn't like to keep her feelings bottled up and is quite vocal with her thoughts. She also says whatever she wants and acts upon her own instincts. Zuri has problems with following orders that she disagrees with, with few exceptions, but she can he kind and caring at times.

[User]
Travis watched on as Raiya tried to instigate Father Stockton into fighter her in his powerless state. Rutger fumed and seemed nearly ready to lash out again but unexpectedly, he released his dagger along with the anger that formerly painted his expression. Travis couldn't tell whether he had lost hope and accepted the reality of his eventual demise or if he had some sort of sort of unforeseen backup plan as he reflected the same provocation back to Raiya. The Untalent could only surmise Rutger's strategy was to promote hesitation in their battle-hardened teammate and in doing so possibly sparing him.

Unsurprisingly, if Travis were in Raiya's position, he'd have certainly hesitated in finishing off an unarmed and powerless opponent. He couldn't come to grips with carrying out such a death sentence upon an individual whom couldn't fight back; he simply couldn't find the justification in it, despite the potential danger they could still posed. On the other hand, Travis could leverage his advantage over Rutger with the knowledge of his fabricated and spell and assured the unaware Father that the rune's effects were long-lasting. Having said that, the ball might have been back in Rutger's court again, leaving the powerless Talent to their own fateful decisions. Rutger diffusing himself as a threat would have been the preferred outcome unless he became hostile once more in desperation and give Travis the same jurisdiction in ending his life as the Untalent did to Roy hours earlier.

The problem though was that Raiya was not Travis and considering her history with Father Stockton clear, Travis felt it was unlikely that she allowed Rutger to leave intact. Then again, there were many things he didn't know about her and even pondered if she recognized the fragile circumstances of killing a now-harmless opponent. Travis could only watch and observe how far Raiya's vengeance would go.

That was then Nemo finally returned, looking bloodied and yet still beaming with unaffected amusement.

Nemo took hold of the moment and verbally fortified their advantage over Rutger further now that he and is abilities were present before musing the possibilities of the Father's fate. It became quickly apparent that this situation was no longer under Raiya's judgement as Nemo pulled his revolver out and shot Rutger without any hesitation at all. Travis nearly jumped having been caught off-guard by Nemo cold and decisive death-draw.

"Y-yeah, now it is," he replied finally to Zuri's tired query.

[Assistant] Zuri was glad to see Nemo still alive and walking, even though he wasn't in the best of state. She watches as Nemo approached the group as he took out his revolver and ended Rutger's life in a blink of an eye. She stood there in silence as blood started leaking out of the lifeless body that lied on the floor, creating a small puddle from the gunshot wound. "Shall we continue?" Zuri says in a lighthearted manner.

[User]
Raiya waited for the cowardly Stockton to pick up his blade and meet her head on. But, he was much more cowardly than Raiya had expected, and when he dropped the blade and conceded, Raiya's anger was stoked even more. When Stockton opened his mouth to explain himself, everything that dribbled out convicted her more to end him. His last words were, "Go ahead, show them what you are, you viper." To which Raiya replied, "I'm a viper?" her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as a strange smile crept over her face, "You're damn right. Now let me make sure that you don't forget exactly how snakelike I am." She flipped her knife so the blade faced downward as she went in for the kill she so desperately wanted. But at the moment she stalked forward, Nemo appeared out of the shroud of darkness of the hallway they had initially entered the room from.

 Distracted by the sudden appearance of their separated teammate, she turned her focus to Nemo. He walked up and began to speak. It was clear where this was heading before Nemo ever opened her mouth. If Raiya had the energy, she would have jumped on Stockton and murdered him before she indulged Nemo's diatribe, but her exhaustion had set in her bones and as sluggish as she was, the only way for Raiya to end Stockton would have been a slow and painful one. "Don't you dare, Nemo. This is my history, this is my family, this is my kill." She spoke in a weary voice. Her warnings were not headed as Nemo produced a pistol and ended Stockton there. Raiya remained silent as she dropped her knife. She tilted her head downwards averting her gaze from meeting Nemo's. She couldn't look at him, Raiya felt extremely wronged, her mind was so clouded by exhaustion and the reality of the situation that she had no words to express what she was feeling. Her anger was swelled before she tried to go in for the kill, and that pent up anger had nowhere to go so it coalesced and condensed itself into a hard ball of resentment that she would not soon let go of.

 Raiya had half a mind to walk away from the group and try to find the exit and possibly try to find her own way off of the island. But that thought dissipated as her rationality reminded her that she knew nothing about sea travel, hated large bodies of water, and did not know how to swim. So instead, she just silently walked towards the big runic doors with her head faced downward as she walked. "Let's just get this over with." She grumbled angrily as she walked, 'the sooner we finish the mission the sooner I can find my way to the nearest bottle of liquor' She thought.

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Despite the damage done to his outfit, it seemed that all accompanied wounds had been healed by now. The only way he could have eased all his wounds that quickly and so efficiently is through his absorption spell. A thought that didn't bode well for Father Galvadon's fate. It seemed his life energy had been used as a magic band-aid in the end.

Nemo silently watched Raiya walk over to the door, overhearing her statement. His gaze slowly drooped to the floor as well, and he let out a small sigh. With Raiya out of earshot, he spoke softly by Travis and Zuri, not facing any one of them in particular. "Maybe it's just because I have a photographic memory, but when you take someone's life, it sticks with you, forever. Ironically, for a killer, their victims never truly die. They'll be there for all your successes, just to spoil the mood. They'll be there while you try to sleep, just to keep you up. They'll be there when you're alone, just to be a reminder of what you did." Nemo explained. "In a way, you kill a part of yourself as well."

"Sure, you can justify it all you want. Maybe the circumstances can help you live with it, but it never goes away." Nemo walked past Travis on the way to the door, but stopped behind him. He suddenly placed both of his hands on Travis' shoulders and spoke even quieter into his ear, both of them facing Raiya off by the door. "Vengeance is a very special circumstance... Imagine it for me, being broken by what's been done to you. Feeling a deep ever present anger within. You just want the pain it causes you to stop, but the only time the torment relents is during the catharsis you feel when you watch the life escape the eyes of someone you deem responsible for your sorrow." Nemo explained, speaking quickly. His tempo then slowed down "But this relief soon fades. It's only temporary... You have to kill again, it's the only way to escape the suffering. You become addicted to it, consumed by it, until you realize that your pain will never truly go away now. This epiphany will only come after you've completely destroyed yourself. What you did didn't extinguish the agony, it only stoked the fire that will burn your life to the ground. Now... now you can never go back to being normal again."

After a eerie silent pause, Nemo resumed his tirade "Sometimes you have to do what's right for someone else, even if they'll hate you for it. That's why I had to kill him, Travis. I couldn't bare to let him haunt her. I couldn't just watch her sink further into the pit. You understand, right?" Nemo leaned away, patting Travis on the shoulder before letting his arms drop to his side. "Of course you do."

"In other news, there's a runically sealed door over there with your name on it." He finished, pointing to it before slowly walking off. Nemo stopped his stroll next to Raiya and stood there silently for a couple moments. Eventually Nemo looked over and gently tapped his hand against her side. "Hey..." He started, pausing again before continuing. "I'm sorry, Raiya. I was just... I was just trying to protect you from becoming-" Nemo looked away, drawing his gaze downwards. "-...like me." He admitted.

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Zuri stood very still when Nemo told both Travis and her what it means to kill and how it comes back to haunt you forever. She didn't say a word as she was too deep in thought about how Nemo feels and the idea of ending someone's life being more than what she thinks it is. However when Nemo walked past, she noticed that he turned around to whisper into Travis' ear before he headed towards Raiya.

'I wonder what he told Travis..' Zuri didn't really think too much about all the killing that has happened since it was either her group or the people who opposed them that had to die. She has only killed people as an act of self-defence and never for vengeance which is maybe why she doesn't truly understand this concept. She took a few seconds before she started to move towards Nemo and Raiya that stood close to the runic gates. Zuri didn't say a word when she walked past Travis.


[System]
Age: 18
Short Bio: The daughter of Lord Henry Ashe, Governor of the Carolinas and overseer of the Royal Navy in the new world - Abigail has been raised basically in a life of privilege. Despite the fact her father is a governor in the Americas, Abigail has spent a good portion of her life in England or visiting her cousin in Port Royal.

She is pledged to marry an English Lord in the very near future.
Her trip to the Caribbean would undoubtedly be her last as a single woman.

~ ~ ~

Name: Will Turner
Age: Twenties
Short Bio:
Washed ashore at a very young age, his family presumably killed by the sea, Will Turner works as a blacksmith apprentice, fences in his free time and pines after the governor's daughter: Elizabeth.

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There was a sense of pride, accomplishment that Will felt when the governor complimented the sword. Of course, he didn't show it. From the governor's point of view, it wasn't Will who had done it but his master. And that was fine. He kept the charade. "I will, Sir." He gave a slight bow.

He lingered slightly hoping he might see Elizabeth but he doubted he'd see her. It was her wedding day and she probably had so much to do. Besides, it was probably for the best. She was getting married. It never really would have worked for him. He was a blacksmith and she the daughter of a governor. He was an orphan washed upon the beach, she was a princess, raised like royalty.

"Congratulations on your daughter's wedding," he said not really feeling it but being polite. With another slight bow he left. Again, it was probably for the best. As much as he'd love to see Elizabeth, talk to her, he knew there was a level of propriety expected. She could never know he has feelings for her. That he cared for her. And now that she would marry, he had to ensure she'd never know.

He left the governor's mansion and started the long walk back to the village below.

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Abigail bit her lip. Her gaze turned seaward again. It was strange seeing her cousin, someone who always was a bit of a rock in her life, be nervous. But at the same time, it was probably expected. Every bride to be was nervous. She wasn't even betrothed to someone yet and already her nerves were on edge. What would he be like? Would he be kind? Gentle? Loving? Or would he be harsh? Stern? Would he be old and unattractive or young and gorgeously handsome?

That was one thing Abigail knew Elizabeth had going for her. The Commodore was attractive. He was also a lot older than her but that wasn't uncommon. Though she knew her cousin's heart was really more set on someone else, though neither discussed it and the older girl would probably deny it if confronted. Still....

She sighed as Elizabeth stood and told her they should go. Going over she found her shoes though she didn't put them on yet. Her feet and ankles had sand on them and she would need to clean them off before putting her shoes on. The fact they were wet didn't help any. Not that she was complaining. In fact, she would do it again if she could.

As they headed off the beach and up toward the house Abigail saw Will. A smile formed on her face, not so much for her but for Elizabeth. She personally didn't know Will too much. They interacted while she was in Port Royal but they didn't have the friendship he and Elizabeth had. She nudged her cousin and inclined her head. "Look who came to visit." Her eyes danced as she knew he was the someone her cousin liked.

[Assistant]
Taking the case in hand, Weatherby Swann was just about to consider looking for his daughter, until she and his niece just happened to enter the family home...at the right time. He knew that Abigail and Elizabeth had a habit to sneak off, but when it comes to rather important occassion, he would want them to stay put, until everything was in order. But no...they would rather go out and pass the time. He would only have a heart attack if he saw a smudge or stain on his daughter's wedding dress. Thankfully, it would appear that she was being very careful this time. Highly unlike all of her other dresses...

"Oh, would you girls just stay in one place? Here, in the mansion, please?", he asked them, almost exasperated and relieved at the same time. It was like he had an extra child, who would be too much for a single father. "Well, no other. You look absolutely stunning, Elizabeth", the governor complimented to the woman with her brown-blonde hair tied up, and in her wedding dress.

On the other hand, Elizabeth almost didn't hear her father, since she happened to look over at her childhood friend, who appeared to just be leaving. "Will, it's good to see you", she smiled while putting her shoes back on, almost clumsily, probably due to her excitement of seeing her dear friend.

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Abigail put a polite apologetic look on her face at her uncle's lecture. She was glad her skirt covered her ankles otherwise, the sight of her sandy feet and ankles would undoubtedly cause even more concern and possible lecturing. As it was, he seemed exasperated with them. Then he turned, getting a bit sidetracked and complimented Elizabeth on her dress.

Abigail kept the smile from appearing on her face. Good. They weren't going to get into any more trouble or have a punishment. The fact Elizabeth was getting married today - something the dress obviously reminded the governor of - would probably wave any annoyance with their escapades. Keeping her shoes behind her back, she watched the slight exchange and then almost grinned again at Elizabeth's response - not to her father but to seeing Will. As well as her fumbled attempt to put on her shoes right there in his presence.

Will, ever the gentleman, kept his gaze on Elizabeth's face, keenly aware that her father was right there as was her cousin. Having been notified of his station before, he kept his expression polite and gave a slight nod to both ladies. "Miss Swan. Miss Ashe."

He had been like this for the past few months - longer in public - whenever he saw one or the other. His feelings for Elizabeth hidden from view as he tried to maintain the cultural requirements of their respected stations. The fact that she was also about to marry also tied into it. The days of calling her by her Christian name was gone.

Abigail, the apex of grace and social mannerism, inclined her head politely back, addressing him just as formerly. "Mr. Turner."

Though they had interacted a bit when she was younger (he and Elizabeth had hung out a lot whenever she came and visited - at least the earlier years), the two of them hadn't really grown close or anything. They had a mutual friend and did things together through her but at the same time, neither really interacted on their own. If it wasn't for Elizabeth, Abigail highly doubted Will would have much to do with her.

Not that he didn't like her. No, he was polite, friendly - or had been - and easy going. But there really wasn't much there. Not like what she and Elizabeth shared or what Elizabeth and Will shared.

So it was no difficulty for her to fall into the polite social structure. Well that and the fact, she had been raised extensively in it all her life. London was a lot more sophisticated and had higher expectations than Port Royal.

Still, she watched her cousin, hiding the slight amusement as the 'country' girl didn't seem to care for social structure OR her father being right there and engaged Will as if they were equals and good friends. Also ignoring the fact that both were now adults with that whole set of rigorous societal expectations.

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"Will, how many times do I have to say for you to call me 'Elizabeth'?", the blonde young woman asked him, until her father walked off to get the necessary money to pay for the sword. The governor's only daughter, Elizabeth Swann, had the physical appearance of a fine young woman; a young goddess in human form. For her, she didn't mind talking to those of low-status. She was just too kind when talking to them, not really wishing them harm, but only to wish them the best of luck, despite what her father thinks on such behavior.

It only took them a few moments to look at each other in the face, before the governor cut back in, giving Will the payment. "Well, we don't want to be late now, do we?", he took the presentation case in hand, and gestured the girls to follow him out to the carriage that was waiting outside. "Come now, Elizabeth. Abigail", his daughter just kept her kind smile on. "Good day, Mister Turner", she softly said, sounding slightly disappointed to not talk to him a little longer, before following the elderly man out of the mansion.

"Oh, Abigail. Do something about your hair, would you?", Weatherby asked the younger girl, as soon as he noticed her hair to be in such disarray, as they walked towards the carriage.

~ ~ ~

Both the harbor and the town were bustling with activity; markets selling and buying, and animals communicating with each other, either on the streets or their stables/pens. Leaning in the shade, against one of the barns sat a womanly figure, who appears to be wearing suggestive clothing that seems to resemble a Western saloon girl; a lace-trimmed, ivory-colored tank-corset with an addition of tight, long-sleeves, and a matching short mini-skirt stopping at her upper thighs. Attached to her back-waist, was a matching ivory organza bustle pooling down to her feet, and revealing her front bare legs. She also appears to be wearing black, lace-trimmed, thigh-high stockings, a black choker, and black calf-high heeled boots. Her chest-lengthed, wavy-curled dark brown hair was covered by a hood-like piece, that also seems to cover some places of her youthful face. However, despite the coverage of some parts of her face, she seems to be able to gaze out into the market with keen, blue eyes.

Stepping out of the shadows, and revealing more color, the mystery woman strolled casually right past a fruit stand, and snuck an apple from the cart. However, this didn't go unnoticeable. "What-? Hold up there, you", the seller called to her in a patronizing manner, making the young woman halt in her steps and turn back around to walk back towards him. "It's a shilling for one piece of me fruit", he told her, before she casted a dubious glance back towards the cart. Sighing before smiling coyly, she took three shillings from her pouch, and placed them on the cart. "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget this even happened?", she spoke to him in a cool, innocent-like tone in her English-accented voice.

The seller seems to consider this as he stepped away. "Welcome to Port Royal, miss", he welcomed her before moving off. She acknowledged the welcome with a nod and a cool smile, before moving past another cart, spotting a small money bag sitting on top of it. She picked up the bag to shake it. Pleased to hear the rattle of coins, she pocketed it and moved on. Thank god, she told Mr. Silver to keep the ship in one of the hidden arches, a few yards away from the dock. 'Do not, under any circumstances, engage', she remembered telling him. With the vessel hidden between too rock formations, it would be increasingly difficult to spot, even to the eyes of the patrolling British. However, she knows that the ship can't stay camouflaged forever.

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"Just once more." Will's polite smile never faded as he looked back at Elizabeth. He knew his answer didn't please her. Nor had his more recently distancing of himself from her. She wanted to be friends and though he wouldn't mind spending time with her, propriety demanded something different. Not only looking at the cultural aspect of an unmarried man and woman but also the financial class difference, which would guarantee that he'd never be able to marry her even if she was interested.

He stared at her for a moment before the governor's voice kicked in. Giving a nod back, he wished them a good day as well before leaving.

Abigail made her way into the carriage, her hands moving up to her hair at her uncle's remark. It wasn't that bad, was it? She had done it first thing that morning but then again, that was before she went out onto the beach and enjoyed the wind her hair and face. Hanging back a moment, she quickly brushed the sand off her feet and ankles so she could put her shoes back on. Accepting help into the carriage she quickly fixed her hair best she could.

The carriage ride down the little mountain wasn't that long. They passed the walking Mr. Turner as they wound their way further down. Abigail watched him for a brief moment before her eyes shifted over to her cousin. She knew there was something there, had been for some time, and was a bit more than even her cousin realized. However, she also knew that life rarely went that way. Raised in London society, the concept of love was a romantic aspect that was played with but no one ever took seriously. One did not marry for love - ever. Love might come after the fact but it was never the deciding factor in an arrangement. At least not in the upper classes.

In a way, she figured Elizabeth knew this. She was marrying the Commodore. Though, how much was it she was following tradition and how much was it she didn't realize how much she loved Will?

It was a bit amusing and sad almost to see something her own cousin didn't fully accept or notice herself. Abigail wondered if there was anyone she actually loved but was too blind to see it. Not that it mattered.

The carriage arrived at its destination. The wedding was going to take place at the top of the fort battlements, looking out over the bay. A beautiful location.


[System]
Nickname(s): Dani

Gender: Female

Age: 11

House: Yet to be determined (Sorting Hat)

Appearance:
Dani is rather petite, standing at only 3'7" and weighing about 39 pounds, with straight, light brown hair that hangs down to her shoulders and blue eyes. She has a round face with a button nose and small ears that are normally hidden by her hair. Her body shape is rather slender, though it is obvious that she doesn't have any sort of well-defined musculature.

The clothing she wears when not wearing the uniform usually consists of bright or pastel colored clothing, and is virtually limited to simple t-shirts and either pants or shorts, depending on the weather. One thing that is constant, however, is that she always has some sort of accessory in her hair, whether its a clip or a ribbon. The uniform itself is the same as that of every other student at Hogwarts, though maybe a little ill-fitting due to her small size.

Wand:
Length: 7 and ½ inches
Wood: Pine
Core: Unicorn hair

Pet: None

Strengths: Dani is quite skilled at reading body language and other nonverbal communication, as well as communicating without speaking, both of which are due to the fact that she is mute. She's also quite good at going unnoticed, which is partially due to her small size. Though it shouldn't come up for a while, it is worth mentioning that she is exceptional when it comes to dueling because she doesn't cast magic verbally and can spot her opponent's tells more easily. It's also worth mentioning that she has a large amount of magical power and a talent for using it efficiently.

It might accurately be described as a strength, but Dani also has synesthesia, which means that she associates colors with letters, numbers, and sounds, as well as other associations. Perhaps as expected, Dani is a rather exceptional artist and musician, having been involved in art and music classes and clubs throughout her life so far.

Weaknesses: Dani is unable to speak, having been born mute, in addition to having Nyctophobia, or the fear of the dark. She is also entirely new to the whole magic thing, as she is a muggle-born witch. As such, she is often unsure of what she's doing or proper customs, which can lead her into trouble with others. Due to being unable to speak, it is rather easy for others to bully her, and she has a tendency to let things go that she shouldn't. Another thing to note here is that she is pretty weak physically, which is primarily due to her small size. As such, she's not very strong, fast, or durable, and she doesn't have a great amount of endurance.

A negative side-effect of her synesthesia is that she has a tendency to space out when experiencing something particularly intense, like a crescendo in music or a particularly vivid image. While these moments are usually pleasant, they can result in sensory overload, causing discomfort, irritability, or pain. Some sounds in particular have been known to provoke negative responses in her, which can be a bit surprising for someone usually so sweet.

Personality: Dani is, at first impression, a rather cold, distant person. But that is primarily because she can't speak, and, upon getting to know her, it becomes clear that she is actually a sweet and kind-hearted individual who enjoys the company of others. Dealing with people who don't understand her condition or who are impatient in dealing with her has resulted in her developing a surprising amount of patience for a child of her age.

Unfortunately, Dani can be rather spacey, an idea popping into her head having a tendency to capture her attention for longer than it should. That's not to say that she's not intelligent; she's about average in that department. It's just that she might get stuck on a concept because it is interesting to her, or something along those lines. If anything, it helps her understand the material better, if at a slightly slower pace than her peers.

History: Dani grew up in a small, rather unassuming muggle town in England. Apart from being mute and a synesthete, her life was rather normal. The only thing that her conditions resulted in were some bullying here and there and finding new ways to deal with the hassles of public school. There were a few times that she noticed that she was able to do things she shouldn't have been able to do, though she usually just brushed them off as her overactive imagination playing tricks on her.

It wasn't until she turned eleven on February 14th, that she discovered the magical side of the world, as a ministry official, who looked rather ridiculous if she was being honest, arrived at her doorstep with a letter of invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was there for quite some time explaining everything to the bewildered family, which also included Dani of course. By the time he was done, however, it was rather clear that the best option was to agree to send Dani to the school.

Preparing for the year took quite a bit of time, though mostly because they understood nothing about what they would need or where to get it and had a million questions for the ministry official who was tasked with guiding them through Diagon Alley. Really, the poor man deserved a medal of some sort for putting up with the small family, as the questions they asked seemed as though they would have common sense answers that would get tiring to answer.

Eventually, however, they did manage to acquire everything that she would need for her first year. From there, time seemed to fly until the day arrived to send her off at Platform 9 and ¾.

NPCs: None, currently

Other:
Dani carries a whiteboard and a variety of dry-erase markers around with her as a means of easy communication.

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Roze couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief once they escaped from the Headmistress' office.
"Gods, that sucked." She said to Dani, now noticebly brighter in both her expression and hair, now that the punishment was over and done with. "I was sure she was going to give me another detention." She said then paused thoughtfully. "Although, considering it would have been in the Forbidden Forest, I wouldn't have minded so much. There's all sorts of magical creatures in that place - fair to say I'm looking forward to tonight!" She said with a grin, her fearlessness returning to her. When it came to fear, it was rare for Roze to apply it to things such as the dark, the unknown, or bullies like Wade. Fear of someone with the power to make things very hard for you - such as a Headmistress or teacher - was more likely in Roze's mind. And of course, fear of a few other things, but she was hardly likely to be telling everyone about those.
"Oh, I hope they haven't taken all of the decent broomsticks. Some of them can hurt you more than the Whomping Willow, according to my brother." Roze informed Dani; she was sure Dani would be sitting out anyway, because she looked a bit wobbly on her feet still. Despite the smaller girl's ailment, they managed to make it to their lesson with a minute to spare. Not even everyone had shown up yet.
After informing Professor Wood of Dani's sitting out, they both ventured over to Daniel, who stood by the bin of broomsticks.
"Hey! Nice to see you've still got your head attached, Dan." Roze said with an easy smile, picking a fairly decent broom out of the bunch. Some of the twigs were wonky, and the shaft was covered in knots, but it felt right in her hands. "And, uh... Thanks. That was brave of you, jumping in like that. Perhaps you should be in Gryffindor instead." She added, her face flushing slightly. She wasn't exactly used to having people stick up for her - so she wasn't used to thanking people for their help.

[Assistant] Daniel was relieved to see that Roze, and Dani were ok, or, at least somewhat ok. Dani was wobbly, and Roze, although it was patched up, still had the gash on her arm. As Roze grabbed a broom, he replied, "Yeah, I don't know what I would do without it." At Roze's next comment, he smiled and blushed slightly. He could feel the slight pink tinge on his cheeks. "Gryffindor wouldn't be bad, but, if I was there, I wouldn't have met you two." His face became a brighter red. While the reply was meant for Roze, he felt it rude to leave Dani out. Moving the topic off of something that would make him blush, he continued. "So, how was the Headmistress? Your not going to the Forbidden Forest as well, are you?" He would have felt bad if they got in trouble for a fight he was in.

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Roze shrugged at Dan's question, glancing around the rest of the students. Most had shown up, but the Professor seemed quite happy to wait for a bit longer. He was a bit of a Quidditch legend - Oliver Wood, ex-Puddlemere United Keeper, and used to be the Gryffindor Captain that coached Harry Potter. Leo had gained a few tips on flying from Professor Wood, what with him becoming a Chaser for Gryffindor in his second year.
"She was okay about, I suppose. Lost 10 points for Ravenclaw, which I thought was pretty unfair considering I didn't even get my wand out." Roze replied with a hint of bitterness in her voice, but her smile returned to her at Dan's second question. "And me and Dani were already scheduled for a trip into the Forest. There was a fight on the train over here that a lot of us first-years got pulled into. McGonagall was not amused." She said with a light chuckle.
"Anyways, enough of that. Are you thinking about trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team? I hear a lot of places have opened up this year." She asked both Dan and Dani, although she was certain Dani wouldn't be too interested in that. Even before she got knocked over, Roze noticed Dani had pulled a face at flying practice. Well, if wasn't for everyone.

[Assistant]
Moirah Mindel was headed for the courtyard, when she was intercepted by Marc McQueen.

"Are you a muggle or a pure blood?" Marc asked.

"What?" Moirah blinked.

"Your a Slytherin aren't you? Are they not usually pure blooded wizards?" Marc didn't seem like he was looking for a way to insult her, it sounded more like he was curious. "See. I'm starting a petition. Hogwarts should stop prohibiting muggle technology on school grounds. It is a violation of our rights! Don't you see? But I have not been able to get anyone from Slytherin to sign it! I think it might be because they are pure bloods and support the restrictions." The boy narrowed his eyes. "Do you think that is the case?"

"Ah... Um..." Moirah wanted to sink into her robes. "I honestly think they don't care. All they talk about is Quidditch." She waddled around the second year boy and made her way to the courtyard...

... Where she picked out a broom and took a place in line near the other first year Slytherin students.

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While Dani agreed wholeheartedly that it was a relief to be out of McGonagall's office, she didn't really share Roze's enthusiasm for traipsing through the woods in the middle of the night to serve out their detention. Still, she nodded along as the two of them walked towards their next class, a little concerned as Roze mentioned the brooms hurting people worse than something called the "Whomping Willow." Though Dani had no clue what all Roze was talking about, it certainly didn't help loosen the knot that had formed in the pit of her tummy concerning the next class.

When they did finally make it to their class on the lawn overlooking the forest, Roze went up to the instructor and informed him that Dani would be sitting out, leaving the smaller girl to stop and stare at her for a moment before following her over to Dan, a rather sullen expression on her face. Sure, it was a relief that she wouldn't have to participate in flying that day, as it probably wasn't safe and the mere thought of getting into the air made her shake like a leaf, but it hurt that Roze hadn't even considered asking her if she wanted to sit out before telling the instructor.

Unfortunately, Dani's displeasure at being spoken for without her permission seemed to go unnoticed by Roze for the most part as she explained that McGonagall had punished her for her involvement in the fight by deducting ten points from their House, whatever that meant, and that the two of them were already due for a detention in the spooky-looking forest. Despite feeling that losing points was an unfair punishment, Roze didn't seem to dwell on it for too long, asking the two of them if they had plans for joining the Quidditch team.

Though Dani knew virtually nothing about Quidditch, understanding that it had something to do with flying and having met some of the people who participated in the sport meant that she definitely didn't want anything to do with it. To answer Roze's question, she simply shook her head no, offering up no other explanation. If either of them were really curious, they would ask. Hopefully, the professor would arrive shortly so that class could start and be over with.


[System]
Codename: End
Color Scheme: ec008c 000000
Age: Mid-Twenties
Gender: Female
Personality:
* Exacting
* Obssessive
* Arrogant
* Dramatic
* Thrifty
* Determined

"diedieDIE!"

She never forgot the first shot she fired. Even at near-point blank range, she still failed to hit any vitals, and as the man gurgled, reaching out with his fat hands, she panicked and switched to auto, blowing eleven more finger-sized holes into his torso, blubbering all the while. And even when the corpse collapsed back onto the bed, white sheets staining dark red, she continued to pull the trigger, an endless clicking filling the smoky room.

"The bullets are included in the bill."

She never forgot any other shots she fired either. Meticulously counting each and considering their prices, she charged each client, citing it as an important expense. A miser, perhaps, but she did her work well, and her appearance worked for her. No one expected a scrawny child to be a problem. No one thought that her oversized clothes hid grenades and firearms. And no one expected that she was the contract killer they hired. Anonymity kept her safe once the bullets ran out.

"I…am in control."

But anonymity didn't stop her fame from increasing, and as her kill count increased, so too did the difficulty of her jobs. What had gone from missions of revenge from men who had their wives stolen from them had gone to taking out drug dealers or enforcers. And bullets were no longer enough. Unwilling to back down from her profession, she sought out a Painstaker instead, learning the arcane arts from a wizened widow who never had a child. She didn't mind being their surrogate daughter. Not if that gave her a discount.

"Motivation? Boredom."

And once she had both science and magic in her hands, what had once been a challenge was slowly…becoming forgettable. Gone were the days where she had to scrape by in a dingy motel room, drinking instant tomato soup. Gone were the days where she had to count her bullets one by one, hoping that she had enough to get by if it turned into a firefight. Gone were all those worrisome days, and with that, gone was her stimulation.

At least, until it turned out that the target of one particular job was not a human, not a mage, but a monster.

A nightmare.

She survived, barely, and when her client came up afterwards, offering a position as a Cleaner, she accepted without a second thought.

It was like her first kill once again. All fear. All adrenaline. All-consuming.

Alive.

Magic Style:
Iron Revolution
Disassembly, Telekinesis, Reassembly
Josephine utilizes three different spells simultaneously, focusing more on speed rather than large effects in order to create a magic system that synergizes with her preferred form of combat. An 'active' disintegration field creates atomic dust, which is then shrouded around her by 'passive' telekinesis, and then 'actively' reassembled into the form of bullets with grains of iron sand within them in order to be recycled once more. In its most base application, she can give herself an unlimited amount of railgun ammunition, as long as her mind can keep up with the many spells in place.

Disable.bond(molecular) – The disassembly of matter into atomic dust via destruction of molecular bonds. Can be used to 'cut' through objects as well, at roughly the same speed as a plasma torch.

Move.object(variable) – Telekinesis, capable of moving objects at bullet speed. Passively keeps all atomic dust that Josephine created in 5 meter radius of her.

Generate.bullet(iron) – The reassembly of bullets with an iron sand core, specifically. Takes whatever atomic dust she has gathered and re-connects their molecular bonds.

Membership: New, 6 months but highly active.
Equipment:
Heavyware Railrifle X-16 – Silent, recoilless, and deadly. Can hold a clip of 70 bullets and has various features such as burst, semi-auto, single-shot, and full auto. An all-in-one gun that can be used for anything from close-range firefights to long-range sniping. State-of-the-art.

Heavyware Punisher EMT – Lethal and highly accurate. Can hold a clip of 15 and fire a variety of bullets. Advertised as a hand cannon that even a child can use. From HE to AP to Tracker Darts, it's a sidearm commonly used by elite bodyguards.

Heavyware Valkyrie Suit – Lightweight and slim. Body armor that enhances both motor functions and reaction speed through biochemical processes and electric stimulation. Strong enough to deflect small firearms easily and take a few hits from heavy arms, but its main selling point is the fact that one can wear regular clothing over them. Installed with a jetpack and glider wings, allowing for superjumps and a semblance of flight.

Grenades – Many.

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[User]
— Way up there —

Blitz held his guest at a distance, letting him dangle and flail for a moment until reality set in. It took slightly longer than expected. After letting the fellow hang in the wind for a moment he spoke.

"Done? Okay. Start talking or I drop you. None of this playing stupid nonsense."

His radio was off for the entirety of this.

[Assistant]
With End's armoured van fleeing and Policus surrounding the area, Warthog decided it was a good idea to escape. Especially after seeing the anti-armour round penetrate the van. He wondered if everything was fine in there. Rather quickly, he needed to escape. He wouldn't want to try his chances against that gun. Who knew if his armour could hold against whatever ammo the main robot used?

He began to walk backwards, still providing covering fire, but he prepared to dash into an alleyway to try to escape the large truck.

[User]
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line as Cash listened intently to their gripes and yelling. Another moment of silence as he, presumably, gathered his thoughts on the situation. As Advent did her best to mend the ugly wound, Cash began to speak in an unfettered manner. A single sigh betrayed the coolness of his tone, however.

"I'll call one in. Let me know where you can stop for a heli," he said. There was the sound of a snapping finger on the other side of the phone as Cash beckoned for a servant to do something. He continued, "Goons? Of who? Other mobsters? How fast did the Policus arrive? Before or after the goons?" As he continued with the questioning, Advent's work seemed to be stabilizing the still unconscious Zer0, though Diva's mental stability likely needed work of its own. As the team answered Cash, he took a moment to consider the meaning before giving an opinion on the situation.

"If anything, I'd hazard a guess those were Rash mobsters that attacked as revenge, which means either someone else did this, or the Wirefort's really are the culprits. I'm willing to bet it's the former. But then the question is who and why." Cash hummed briefly over the line.

"I'm going to direct you guys to the people who got me the information on the nightmare initially. Talk to them and see if they can't dredge up some more information on how the spell disappeared. I'm sending you a text with an address." In a few seconds, their phones buzzed as an address appeared. From the numbering, they could tell their destination was obviously quite low in the city, deep down near the earthly foundation of it all. Slums awaited them where vehicles could no longer tread.

Meanwhile, Blitz's captive took little time to size up his situation, eventually stopping his flailing and resigning to limpness. "Fuck you man," he grumbled initially before speaking. "This is for those damn Wireforts and whatever the hell that spell is. Going around killing off our brotherhoods like this...! It's genocidal!" he yelled.

[Assistant]
— Way up there —

Blitz sighed, looked the man in the eye and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something.

Then he let go.

"Woops"

For a second he briefly considered letting the fall end in a typically messy fashion. But Blitz had more questions. This fellow had to be a Himura then and someone had led them to believe that the Wireforts were behind the attack. Maybe the intent was to start a war. It only took another second to catch up and catch his prisoner so that the interview could continue.

"So who told you that the Wireforts were involved?"

The moment gravity took hold of him, the man cried out with a blurred mess of slurs and screams, abruptly ending with a, "Shit!" just as his leg was grabbed hold of again.

"What the fuck man! I'm not fucking hiding anything from you! The Himura's were hit and then we were hit! Only the Wireforts have that set of grudges!"

He shook the man a little. So someone other than the Himuras was hit.

"Interesting, but if they have that sort of capability, why hold back at all? And they only had a skeleton crew at best on the gate, not what you'd see if they were gearing up for a war. It's just bad luck for you that we happened to be paying them a visit."

"The fuck are you guys anyways? You're not Wireforts, that's for sure," he said, tone still riddled with anxiety.

"That's right, we're not." He didn't exactly want to say enough to lead back to Cafe Thaza and the Cleaners. "But we want to find whoever hit you guys as much as anyone."

Maybe trying to appear to be on their side would help. If only they hadn't killed a bunch of his friends…

"Why were you at the Wirefort's then? We could've taken them down ourselves! We deserve our revenge!"

"Trying to get a meeting with their boss to actually ask him instead of just attacking. You know, diplomacy."

He thought for a second.

"And I doubt you would have gotten past the front door. Did you see how fast those Policus drones showed up? You would have been put down like dogs in the street and the Wireforts would have been the ones getting revenge against you. Now think. Who would benefit from a war between your three groups?"

The man was clearly following Blitz's line of thinking, because he fell silent for a moment rather than dismissing what he was throwing down.

"That... makes sense. But the Policus don't resort to shit like this!"

"Think. Who else would want the Wireforts, Himuras and your guys at each others throats. Because it looks like the Policus might just be another pawn like you."

Except for someone like Blitz, of course. Conflict always meant big profit to the ones selling the tools of war. He hadn't entirely written off any of the three groups as a suspect either. If someone would resort to this level of violence he wouldn't count out the idea that they would kill off some of their own.

"I don't know anyone else man! The bigger brotherhoods don't give a shit about us, so there's only Policus that could benefit from us being wiped out. But like I said, this isn't how they operate!" Clearly the man was beginning to lose his patience again, as he started struggling once more. "Now settle me down safely. This shit is all I know!"

This guy didn't seem to know anything else. Blitz flew him down to a building and then took off again before turning his radio back on.

[User]
Rash mobsters attacking as revenge? While the Wireforts may have been the real culprits? No, perhaps that wasn't correct. Just because they, on an organizational basis, had reason to hate each other and send otherworldly nightmares, that didn't mean they hadn't accumulated grudges from others on an individual basis.

It simply would have been a clean answer if it were a large organization. End sighed. Still silence from Blitz. That flamboyant idiot didn't do something stupid and get himself killed by that random thug he picked up, did he? End scowled as her Heinbox beeped once more. The slums huh? Looked to be an entire day wasted on trips down the memory lane.

With a shrug, she began the Iron Revolution once more, bits of metal disintegrating around her and forming into new bullets to slot into her handgun. It would be a pain to go there with nothing but six bullets in the chamber, and the slums was one place that she did not want to be caught bulletless in.

For better or worse, reaching the sunless landfill of Neo Babylon took only a half hour's walk, and within the perpetual gloom of the dank streets, Josephine couldn't help but wish she had a gas mask with her. Too many years spent in a comfy, odor-free apartment suite meant that the stench of blood and shit was particularly pungent, but, if nothing else, there were few down-trodden losers occupying the streets. If she wasn't making sure to stare down every single one of those desperate plebians, Josephine could have actually ignored them.

But she used to be the ignored in here, and knew just how great that advantage gave.

Soon, the raven-haired woman found herself at a heavily bolt door to a tin shed. The others may have been heading towards Cash's informants, but End had her own. With her left hand, she thumped thrice on the door.

"Jamieson? It's your cousin."


[System]
Photo:

But with brown hair and blue eyes.
Age*: 15
Gender*: Male
Abilities*: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes.
How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank.
Personality*: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable.
History:(To be told at a later date)
Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.

[User]
Interesting, this should be amusing at the very least. "My name is Sol, Marcus I assume you are fine with us doing a little spar correct?" Sol said grinning and pulling out his swordbreaker, while he had no intention of attempting to break his foe's sword it could still be useful for wrecnching it out of his hands and besides, he prefered fighting with both of them. His single eye glinted as he viewed his opponent, yes, this fight should be intresting indeed.

@Slendy

[Assistant] "I guess I have time for a sparring match." Marcus said unbuttoning his suit and adjusting his clothing to were he could fight in a more relaxed tone. "Stand back students and prepare to witness a remarkable Battle." Marcus stood in a fighting position and closed his eyes. He opened them reviling his now cyan colored eyes. A sphere like gust of wind surrounded him and sprouted put spontaneously covering the whole gym.  "Looks like you guys won't be using magic."  He smiled knowing the sparring match was now leaning towards him. Since this Sol guy is a new opponent he hoped to catch him of gaurd with his speed and see how he'd coop with it. Marcus stepped forward and appeared directly in Sol's face.  "Let the match begin!"  He yelled as he threw a medium speed punch aimed for Sol's face. The punch can be dodge but if he decides to not move a powerful gust of wind would be impact his face and probably knock him a few feet back. If the attack was unsuccessful he'd just try his best to quickly go on the defensive.

[User] Deus took a Mental Note of Marcus's Speed. Deus then clapped his hands together and put them on the floor, making a large transmutation circle appear under his hands. Out of the ground he took out a Staff, a silver one. He then clapped his hands again making electricity flow through the staff. This was a different way of using Alchemy, Deus's way. He ran flash stepped towards Sol, he didn't intend to use his sword yet, he wanted to see how good he was. As he was about to hit Sol, Marcus appeared and Deus stepped back. Instead of attacking Sol, he attacked Marcus hitting him with the Electrified Staff. Marcus will either dodge this or resume attacking Sol, which means...

[Assistant]
Sol stood there silently viewing his opponents. He had been prepared to deal with Marcus but it looked like the Dues fellow was doing it for him. He opted to simply take step back since they seemed busy dealing with each other, he would deal with threats as they came rather than wasting his energy. The gust of wind flew past him likly impacting into Dues and knocking him back. Sol held himself in a ready stance and waited to see what the next move would be.
@BranchOfSin

[User] Liz awoke from her bed. She had been given a single room to herself from this term onwards because of health issues she had started to suffer with. Getting up and getting dressed she headed down to the cafeteria and looked at the food that was on todays menu before taking a small selection and moving to sit on a table on her own away from the other students as she began to eat.

[Assistant] Marcus dodge the staff by doing a back flip landing in a hand stand position behind Deus. "Damn it Deus! Marcus shouted while spinning on his hands causing a powerful wind in the shape of a tornado to form. Hopefully Marcus' spinning kick would land a blow on Deus' back. If the attack was successful or not Marcus would land back onto his feet and try to continue his assault on Sol by vanishing and aiming to kick Sol in the head when he reappeared.

[User] Deus smiled at Marcus's action. But he was ashamed that he had not learned to predict his opponents move, for what Deus was about to do, he would need to fix the Gym and Heal the students later. When Marcus had kicked him he made sure to stick the staff to the ground. Deus was sent flying as he took the hit, and once the Electric Field was within range of Sol and Marcus, he activated the Electric Field, making everything inside of it get electrocuted. Deus had never field tested the Technique, but there was a first for everything. This Technique had a 95/10% Accuracy, meaning it was sure to hit anything since. He began to unseath Kusanagi from the Red Cloth. Lets see what happens now, If Marcus negates this then I could use it as a distraction. It all depends on how he percieves Alchemy, whether as Magic or Science. I see it as Science Deus was in one knee, his back got wounded pretty badly.

[Assistant] Ryan looked up as he felt a sudden surge of power. "God damn it Marcus." He looked towards everyone. "I have to deal with this quickly." He dissipated into the wind and reformed above Deus, Marcus, and Sol upside down on the ceiling. 'I'll make sure nobody tries to kill each other.' And so he began to observe and wait for inevitable destruction.

[User]
Sol frowned rapidly analyzing the situation. It had gotten out of hard rather quickly and was now threating students, he hadn't expected this. Sol quickly tapped his braclet containing the three of them in a battle cube to prevent damage to bystanders and made his move. It seemed Dues had somehow bypassed Marcus's magic nullifacation while Sol was still limited by it. It seemed incoming lighting was undogdeble in his current state, which left him with little option. Marcus attempted to surpise Sol with his speed but even under the pressure of the situation he was far to fast for an attack on the most mobile part of the body to work.

 He would've liked to retaliate in a more effective manner but he had to deal with Dues first. A risky manuvear but most likly highly effective, he first ducked under the kick while kicking Marcus's other leg hopefully bringing him to the ground then Sol hurled his sword breaker spinning into the air, the metal hopefully attracting or deflecting most of the lighting strikes that would otherwise strike him. Then Sol threw his pitch-black sword at Dues's chest to ensure that he would stop doing whatever he was doing.

@Slendy

[Assistant]
Meruin floated towards Liz, a tray of her own food floating next to her. She smiled in greeting. "Good morning, Liz. How are you feeling?"

She felt a sudden spike of power that was familiar enough to be obvious who it was. "Marcus . . . and Deus . . . and is that Sol? Ryan is there too but . . ." The small mage shook her head. "It should probably not be of any concern."

[User] Liz turned her head and looked at Meruin who had walked over to her as she started to put away the pills she had been taking "Not bad." The girl spoke putting on a fake smile oblivious of the power going on in the fight outside as she resumed eating her food slowly "Learned anything new?" She asked between bites not wanting to give Meruin the chance to ask the obvious.

[Assistant] Marcus barely dodged Sol's counter attack by redirecting the nullifying barrier around his body. He tumbled and rolled to his feet. This Sol guy was really strong and Marcus kept reminding himself that this is just sparring. Since the nullifying ability is now surrounding the perimeter of his body Sol and Deus are able to use their magical abilities. This didn't make Marcus vanerable though. With the nullify protecting his body magical attacks are weakened but can still damage him. Marcus placed his pointing finger and middle finger on his for head and held out his right hand palm. "The Sky's barrage!" He shouted disappearing and reappearing in the air near the ceiling of the gym. Countless of giant balls of cyan energy was fired at Deus and Sol. Good thing Sol activated his bracelet and spawned their new training grounds. Marcus gonna continue the barrage until one of the two decide to become offensive towards him.

[User]
Deus saw that Sol had thrown his sword at him. He had to act quick, and decided that he should use Alchemy instead. He Summoned 5 Walls made of Steel to block the sword. He then dashed to the side and began running towards Sol at superhuman speeds. As he hot nearer Sol, he saw thar Marcus was going to unleash an attack and once he did Deus backed off. He Formed a Cage made of pure titanium.

While inside the cage, Deus drew a Transmutation Circle on the ground and activated it. With it, He created 5 Golems mads of Water from the particles of water inside the clouds. These Golems, were about 6'9ft. They have the power to Control Water since they were made from Water. Of Course this was A Distraction meanwhile Deus prepared something.

In the cage, Deus had begun to dig underground Using Alchemy and by diminishing he Aura and Presence he would not be able to be found. He covered the Hole in the cage so that no one would get suspicious.

[Assistant]
Sol leapt into the air towards Dues's cage snatching his sword out of the air and landing next to his other quickly retrieving it as well. His plan had gone of surprisingly well, but he had exchanged one foe raining death from above for another. Since reaching Dues inside his cage seemed implausible at this point and he had no desire to test his strength against Marcus he opted to instead weave between the golems allowing the energy blasts to hit them instead. Whether he could take the energy blasts was in question but he had no doubt that he could dodge the massive golems. As he deftly dodged between the attacks from all parties he began carving invisible runes in the air with his blades.
@Slendy

[User] Marcus was beginning to realize that the rapid fire of energy was gonna drain him quicker than normal combat. He stopped and slowly free falled to the gymnasium's floor. This was practice after all so there weren't any serious grudges against Sol or Deus. With that Marcus decided to attack the golems and give Sol enough room to hopefully deal with Dues. Marcus smashed through a couple of the golems like a little kid at a playground. This match was very exciting for Marcus. Its been awhile sense he could fight freely.

[Assistant]
"Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and fifteen other elements in trace amounts. This Is the basest Components of the Human Body.." Deus said as he used All of His Powers in order to form a Second Body for him, but that would be controlled by his mind. Call it a connection between similar bodies. What he was doing was a sort of Human Transmutation, but not quite it. The Body was already made, so Deus inserted Some of his Aura which included a really small part of his Soul. He then granted his body the ability to use Fire Manipulation.

After he was done building the Body, he moved on to Create a Replica Kusanagi, using Alchemy. He already had most base components, but he would use Obsidian as the material of the sword. The Rest was just a matter of Time, during this time, he sent the clone above ground to attack Marcus and Sol.

The Clone, used Fire Manipulation to create Jets under his feet and dashed towards Sol with a Fist of Fire.

[User] Ryan observed the fight and looked at Marcus. He considered using a Grimoire ability to observe what Deus was doing but decided not to. He had been abusing his Grimoire too much lately and he needed to only use it as a trump card.

[Assistant]
Sol allowed himself a small smirk, so far both Marcus and Deus seemed to be using a large amount of energy while he had be forced to use little to none at this point. It seemed Marcus had given up his assault and was now tearing apart the golems leaving Sol to deal with Dues. Now finished tracing his runes for a safety precaution, he turned to face Dues charging towards him, boosting himself with flame and enhancing his attack. Ah fire, the easiest element to deal with. Sol waved his hand at Dues dismissively and the flame around his feet and hand exploded as they were overloaded with oxygen. That would at least prevent Dues from finishing his attack if not injuring him more severely. Sol observed both Marcus, in case he finished the golems, and Dues; carefully waiting for another attack from either of them.

@Slendy

[User] The Clone Deus looked at Sol with a lifeless face. When the Fire had exploded it blew away his hand and feet. The Clone did absolutely nothing. Deus had sensed the Clone's arm and leg explode. Deus then granted the Clone Water Manipulation, and then the Clone used Water Manipulation to heal his wounds. Then he dashed towards Sol once again mindlessly.

[Assistant] After Marcus finished off the last two golems by hurrdling one at another he stopped and spectated the battle. As he watch the battle between Sol and artificial Deus he noticed that Deus didn't attempt to block Sol's attacks full heartedly. Then for the first time Marcus understood what was going on. "Its a clone." He said snapping his finger. He began to look around for the original Deus and attack him. "Is....is that Ryan....? Marcus asked himself as he looked at the ceiling. He decided to let that pass and continue his search for Deus. There was only one place he haven't look and that was beneath the floor. Marcus focus an incredible amount of destructive energy into his fist and punched the ground causing a respectable sized crater to replace the floor. Hopefully the crafter would dig deep enough into the ground to reveal Deus.

[User] Slick walked outside the dormitory with a shovel in hand and a roll of wires slung over his shoulders. "Better start diggin'."