[System]
Sex: Male

Age: 19

House: Dark Magician House

Duel Disk: A dark brown body with a purple blade.

Personality: Carnel is normally seen as a chill and polite guy, perhaps best described as being a gentleman. Wherever he goes, he greets people with kind smiles and polite greetings. If disputes happen around him, he usually takes the time to try to defuse them and make everyone smile again. He may even make an occasional joke if the situation is appropriate.
Underneath, however, Carnel is a guy who is easily irritated. Rarely does he find someone he thinks he can trust, and dislikes a certain label that was often placed on him at home. While he maintains a calm demeanor, oftentimes there is a twitch that gives away that part of his nature, usually an eyebrow twitch or a sudden clench of his fist.

History: Carnel was born into a rich family, and given anything his parents could give him. Food, clothing, toys, you name it. He grew in such a fashion along with his older brother, Vincent. One day, a special gift was given to him: his very first Duel Monsters deck. Carnel was curious as to what it was at first, but as he learned more about Duel Monsters, he was ecstatic. As he grew, his love for Duel Monsters grew as well. His brother had taken Duel Monsters as a career and grew to be a famous Duelist.

Carnel wanted to be like his brother, and use his love for Duel Monsters for a career in the pro scene. Many saw this as Carnel wanting to catch up to his brother. As a result, they began to compare Carnel to his brother, and it was the same wherever he went. At first, Carnel didn't mind, but as time passed, Carnel began to notice this, and saw how few people recognized his own achievements. It was always "Vincent's brother" this and "Vincent's brother" that. Carnel couldn't stand it. Eventually, he managed to secure an application to Saotome Duel Institute, where he planned to carve his own path, hopefully without being compared to his brother again.

Wish: To be recognized as a Duelist, and not a person in the shadow of his brother.

Spell Card
Name: Grinding Levels
Type: Normal
Effect: Return 1 "LV" monster from your hand to your Deck. Draw 2 cards.
Monsters: 19
Destiny Hero - Plasma x 1
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8 x 1
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6 x 2
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV4 x 2
Grinder Golem x 1
Lava Golem x 1
Jinzo x 1
Cardcar D x 1
Cyber Valley x 1
Dandylion x 1
Spell Stryker x 2
Spirit Reaper x 2
Battle Fader x 1
Cosmic Compass x 1
Elemental HERO Stratos x 1

Spells: 16
Pot of Greed x 1
*Grinding Levels x 1
Level Up! x 1
Scapegoat x 2
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Fires of Doomsday x 2
Fiend's Sanctuary x 2
Swords of Revealing Light x 1
Pot of Duality x 2
Forbidden Lance x 2
Level Modulation x 1

Traps: 5
Royal Decree x 3
Trap Stun x 1
Breakthrough Skill x 1
Prime Material Dragon x 1
Forbidden Chalice x 1
Forbidden Dress x 2
Raigeki x 1
Waboku x 1
Effect Veiler x 2
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x 1
Scapeghost x 2
Mirror Force x 1
Dark Bribe x 1
Marshmallon x 1
Marshmallon Glasses x 1
Pot of Greed
E-HERO Stratos
Scapegoat
Battle Fader

[User]
"Curses. Came on too strong, maybe made him think I wasn't cool..." lamented The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as Panik simply stepped away from him. Beneath the helmet there was certainly an expression that appeared as soon as the action field appeared. He stepped to the side as he felt a rising tree brush up against where he stood earlier. The usual glow of the solid light duel disks were nothing compared to the blackness of this night. The only truly visible things were the heads and cards of these creatures of the night.

"A world cloaked in darkness, lit only by the Morningstar himself..." solemnly though with a noticeable touch of glee, spoke Fyodor. He nodded as the Player Killer of Darkness made his gesture, although he could not see the gesture he certainly heard it. Drawing five cards Fyodor carefully examined what he drew before deciding on his plan of action.

"I activate Foolish Burial." declared The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as he selected Plaguespreader Zombie from his deck to be sent to the graveyard. There was a deep moan as Plaguespreader Zombie was entrapped below the forest. "Now I will summon Mezuki." There was a loud whinny as the manhorse appeared somewhere in the darkness.

"End."

[Assistant]
So this is a Pro Duelist's strength... Carnel thought to himself as he saw the state of the field. He was driven into a corner, faced against a 3000 ATK monster. His backrow was almost decimated and his monster zones were restricted. All in all, things did not look great. Still, he was not defeated yet. Neither of them had even taken damage, after all, and now it was Carnel's turn to turn the tide.

"My turn!" Carnel said, drawing a card. His eyes lit up as he saw what he had drawn, and announced, "I play the Spell Card: Pot of Greed! This allows me to draw 2 cards!" As the green pot appeared on the field, Carnel drew his next two cards, and the pot was quick to shatter once its effect was used up. After examining the two cards he had obtained, he quickly decided on a course of action.

"First off, I activate the Spell card: Mystical Space Typhoon!" Carnel said, revealing the card. "And the card I wish to destroy is Ojama Country!" As soon as Carnel activated it, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in, ravaging the mushroom houses and the landscape itself, returning the scene to the normal school area and dropping Ojama King's ATK back down to 0. The Ojama King cried as it saw what had been done to its home.

"I'm not done yet, though! By Tributing Spirit Reaper, I summon Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6!" Carnel declared, the metallic bird-like dragon appearing with a screech. Pointing at Ojama King, Carnel commanded, "Horus, attack Ojama King!" Horus gathered a ball of dark flame within its beak, then discharged it at the white blob, who cowered in fear at its impending doom.

[User]
Bug

"A weak open is indicative of a weak opponent. Maybe I was wrong about you. Draw." he took a look at the card he drew, smiled menacingly, then put the card in his hand. "I'll normal summon the monster card, Castle of Dark Illusions!" he stated. Flying over head, materialized a flying castle, looming ominously in the night sky. "Next, I'll play the spell card, Double Summon! It allows me to summon an extra card this turn. I choose the card Slate Warrior! Arise." A humanoid creature materialized from underneath the flying castle.

"They aren't staying for long. Now! Witness for the first time, a new summoning method! I offer up my Castle of Dark Illusions and my Slate Warrior! Link Summon! Link 2, Palace of of Dark Illusions!" Panik rose his hand as Slate Warrior was drawn into the symbol on Castle of Dark Illusions, coalescing as mist surrounded them. The Player Killer of Darkness too had vanished, and in his place, the silhouette of a large, palatial building floating in the air, though the other duelist no where to be seen.

The castle disappeared for a moment, reappearing on top of the Ghoulish Rider's monsters. A single bomb was dropped on top of Mezuki.

Palace of Dark Illusions
(SW SE) DARK Fiend-type Link monster
1930 / LINK - 2
2 Flip Monsters
If this Link Summoned card destroys a monster by battle and sends it to the graveyard, special summon 1 fiend-type flip effect monster from your hand, deck, or graveyard in face-up defense position. Monsters in this cards linked zones gain the following effect.
•Once per turn: You can change this card to face-down defense position.

The duelist nodded as he took the 2300 damage from his zero attack monster, shrugging off the damage as if it were nothing. All that was left defending him were two set cards: One monster, and one spell or trap. In spite of his massive disadvantage in life points, he didn't seem entirely defeated, even seeing that Horus had the capability to level up, and he indeed knew level monsters.

Carnel allowed himself a small grin of triumph. The Pot of Greed proved to be a lifesaving draw. However, the Duel was not over yet. Carnel still needed to make preparations for a possible return comeback.

"I won't take any chances against you, Manjoume," Carnel said. "Before I end my turn, I activate my face-down card: Royal Decree! This negates all other Trap cards on the field-"

"-san da" the big-haired duelist added. His own face-down activated. "I chain in response, Ojamable. It allows me to Special Summon any Ojama monster that was destroyed by battle this turn. Because it activates first on the chain, it is not negated by Royal Decree. Not that you didn't know. Come back, Ojama King in attack mode." Once again, Carnel found three of his monster zones blocked off.

"-Also, during the End Phase, if Horus has managed to destroy a monster by battle, it rises in Level and enters its final form!" Carnel explained. He then began to chant, "Dragon of magic-repelling hide, lay waste to your foes! Level Up! Arise, Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8!" Horus began to glow a brilliant white light, morphing into the shape of a true dragon, and as the glow subsided, the metallic dragon let out a half-screech, half-roar as it completed its transformation.

"And with that, I end my turn," Carnel said.

The trenchcoat wearing man drew his next card.

"Flip summon." he answered, smiling. Suddenly, the environment felt slightly colder, as a snowman appeared on the field. Once again, this monster had zero attack points. As it was summoned, Horus had become covered in a block of ice before shattering.

"I too have the card Pot of Greed," he answered, "but I don't have it in my hand. Instead, I'll activate the card Terraforming! With it, I can add one field spell from my deck to my hand. I'll choose Ojama Country! Battle."

[Assistant]
After his opponent's turn, the Swords of Revealing Light faded, their time up. Time that he would now make sure was not spent in vain.

"Oh? I guess we have different ideas of skill." As Taiyo drew his next card, before he even glanced at it, he activated one of his face-down cards.

"I activate the trap card Archfiend's Roar! For a mere 500 Life Points I Special Summon my Archfiend Emperor! Take your throne once more, Lord of Horror!" The fallen form of the ruler of all Archfiends rose from a dark portal that had appeared on the ground, once again ready to battle. "Next, I'll use my monster's effect. By banishing the Archfiend General in my Graveyard, I can destroy your monster. And thanks to the effect of Archfiend's Roar, my monster can't be tributed, rendering Archfiend Reverse's effect useless."

Once again, the crimson blade of the Archfiend Emperor came down onto Archfiend Reverse, cleaving it in two.

"Next, I activate my second trap card, Shapesister!" From the ground rose a lady of liquid stone, taking to the size of the titanic emperor.

"My Shapesister is a Level 2 Trap monster, and is also considered a Tuner. Now, for the card in my hand..." Glancing at it, Taiyo's eyes lit up. This turn couldn't have gone any better.

"I Special Summon Archfiend Commander. In order to do this, I must destroy one Archfiend monster I control, so Archfiend Emperor returns to the depths once more." As the Archfiend Emperor, First Lord of Horror once again sunk back into the portal of darkness, the realm of Pandemonium around them fluctuated with power.

"Which allows me to bring an Archfiend monster to my hand that has lower levels. So, I add Archfiend Heiress to my hand!" With two cards in his hand, he shuffled them.

"Now I remember you commenting on how I should have Synchro Summoned a monster this duel. Well, I hope it was worth the wait. Tuning the Level 2 Shapesister with the Level 6 Archfiend Commander..."

Shapesister dissolved into two rings of flame, while the fiendish commander turned into six black stars that aligned within it.

"A dragon with the heart of an Archfiend. Take witness to the power that channels burning hellfire. Synchro Summon!" From the rings and stars burst forth a dragon of red and black, similar to a signature card of a great Turbo Duelist. "Hot Red Dragon Archfiend!"

As the large dragon loomed above Taiyo, for the first time during the duel he smiled confidently. Fire began to swell within the dragon's claws.

"Hot Red Dragon Archfiend attacks you directly! Scorching Scarlet Flare!" With those words, the dragon dived down towards Tsunozuka and struck him directly.

"I think I'll end my turn by setting a monster."

[User]
"When my opponent decalres a direct attack, I can Special Summon Battle Fader from my hand to end the Battle Phase!" Carnel declared, the creature appearing on the field. As Battle Fader's pendulum-like appendage swung from one side to the other, Manjoume's attack suddenly began to fade, and his monsters were back on his side of the field as if nothing had happened.

Carnel was glad to have had that card in his hand, as it saved him by the skin of his teeth, but that was the last of his defenses. It was in Defense position, but it still had only 0 DEF. If Manjoume Summoned more monsters, it would mean the end for him.


[System]
THE CAST

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 Kelari Halder

 Blin "Brytag" Alborse

 Rahna Altema

 Lee Silvertongue

 Eli Wyn

 Forrest Everfree

 Gaius Stronurr

 Braum Jormungandr

 Thema Absher

 Blank

 Aurora Philman

 Tivo Sol

 Sera

 Nikkolaira "Nikki" Wyatt

[User]
Blank surveyed his landing site. It wasn't far from where he saw Nikki's glider go down, alongside two others. As he got close enough to the treetops that he could see through to the ground, he realized something unfortunate. He had never glided this long before, and he'd been picking up speed the whole time. If he started breaking now, he still wouldn't be going slow enough when he touched down for a safe landing. He did start breaking though, as his mind quickly flipped through his options. Leaves and branches whipped at his face, but nothing strong enough to puncture his canvas, and when he was feet off the ground and Nikki, Sera and Blin came into view, he made his choice.

He quickly unhooked his boot from it's stirrup, planting it higher up the central rod and bearing his weight backwards. The first part of the glider to touch down was the foothold, which bent at nearly a ninety degree angle and skipped him back off the ground, tearing up part of the forest floor in the process. The maneuver almost gave him whiplash, but it had slowed him down enough that he could safely jump off to the ground while his glider careened wildly off into a tree. He looked sadly at the ruined mess for a second, then turned to the other three in the clearing with him.

"So," he said conversationally, as if nearly crashing was commonplace. Hanging out with Nikki all the time, it really was after all. "What now?"

[Assistant]
Eli Wyn

Being the only one left standing on the cliff, as all others tackled the fear of the unknown, wasn't one of the most motivational moments. He saw gliders slowly fading out of his sight. That was his cue. Wind blew hair from his face, even more so when he put one of his feet forward, touching the air. One moment and Eli was gone, his body and glider falling towards a new world.

He allowed himself a bit more freefalling before fully extending his glider's wings and soaring toward the star full force, wind hitting his face with extreme power. It was going to be a challenge stopping the glider this time, more than usual. He was steadily picking the pace up. Yes, "steadily".

In almost no time, Eli reached Rahna, just to see her suddenly changing the direction. With wind hitting his face, Eli was unable to hear a lot, but his body instinctively tried to move the glider in Rahna's direction. First thought that fell on Eli's mind was that Rahna possibly had problems with her glider. Which would be his fault again, since he was modifying it just yesterday. "Crap," Eli muttered out as a second thought popped into his head.

Trying to change his direction at this speed wasn't only highly unlikely, but with his glider - it was a suicide mission.

He chuckled as he spotted more familiar faces in the distancr, recognizing Blin's glider. Then Nikki's. Then Eli's.

Wait.

Eli's glider?

The boy looked up to see the ground, then down to see the sky. "Since when was it..." Eli tried asking himself but quickly shut his mouth. This was not the time, nor the place. The momentum from his unexpected turn to the left allowed wind to flip his right wing and turn him first sideways and then upside down. How he didn't notice before was a miracle by itself, combined with him not being dead yet.

"Calm down," Eli thought to himself as Nikki's image briefly flashed in his head. Turns and twists were the sort of things she was doing. Her vision of stunts. Surely then... Maybe he would be able to replicate her movements, at least to stabilize himself.

No.

Of course he could. He was, in the end, the king of stunts. "Undisputed," he grumbled as he tried moving his weight to the right, then to the left, looking like a local drunk trying to fly. In a brief moment of insanity, he let go of the left hook, hanging only onto the right, before grabbing a hold of it again.

That seemed to help, but at a cost. Due to the weight, the right hook felt a bit loose under his grip. Deciding against risking it, Eli looked around, finally stabilized - he would be able to land somewhere. With any luck, it would be near his friends.

Friends?

He frantically looked around, not seeing them anywhere in sight. How long did he wrestle with his glider? But even worse - where the hell was he? Eli wasn't good with directions to start with. This didn't help.

Steadily he was reaching the ground, trying to locate any clear area to land without killing himself on some tree. Upon noticing one small patch of clear ground, thankfully in front of him, pushed his glider slightly downwards.

Two minutes later, his feet were on the ground, the tip of his glider impaled into the ground. "What now?" he scratched the back of his head.

[User]
Sera fought hard with her side of the wing, not because she wasn't strong enough, no she was, but strength really didn't matter in the air. It was her weight that was her ultimate struggle. Sera was just too small, too light to properly lift and push down the wing she was tasked to take care of. Nevertheless she did her every best to steer Sleepy-Boy's glider more or less safely to the ground.
A little bit later, suddenly all the weight of the glider was upon her as Nikki let go of her wing.
Clenching her teeth Sera tugged on her wing a little correcting Sleepy-Boy's final approach before having to let go.
Exhausted she flipped herself around to lose all her speed and then to simply float to the floor landing next to where Nikki landed next to the seemingly asleep Sleepy-Boy. Go figure...
When Sera's feet touched the ground, they buckled underneath her, undeniably little, weight and she flopped into the slightly wet grass face first.
She mumbled a "Uhhhhgh!" into the grass before turning herself around and staring at the sky. "So exhausted...!", she moaned to nobody in particular leaving all the worries about Sleepy-Boy to Nikki, her staff-glider rolling out of her hands next to her.

[Assistant]
art by Espen Olsen Sætervik

♫

With a shout and a swoop, our courageous heroes flung themselves to the wind, their hearts filled with adventure and their eyes set on the star beyond the mountain! To those who watched from the edge of Heron, they were brave and magnificent as they disappeared below the clouds, silhouetted by the sun. Fortunately, that was the last the villagers saw of our heroes; not moments later the intrepid explorers discovered that the wind currents and updrafts on the surface were far different from those on the island. Crash! Clatter! Skid! Bang! They found themselves on the sun-dappled ground, surrounded by green and flowers, warbling birds, creaking toads and trees like castles. Deep among the shimmering green echoed the tonk clunk clonk of hollow wood. It was a peaceful, warm, brightly colored, sweet-smelling, utterly uneventful place to be stuck in.

The trees here were enormous in girth and in stature, nothing like the spindly scraggles back home: they towered, and their boughs blocked out most of the light, cooling the bright forest into a deeper green. Dapples of sunlight still peeked through, and here and there shone a misty shaft of sunlight, illuminating a patch of wide fanned weeds or a few saplings in a clearing. Bright flowers, the whistling conversation of birds and the occasional glimmer of a butterfly added cheer to the quiet, wild shadows.

Something sparked softly in the weeds. A firefly? It was too bright, too consistent to be a firefly. A tiny ball of light drifted and swerved lazily among tall grasses. Another one glimmered to the side -- then another, bouncing along on the air, gently illuminating the trees. A dozen quiet little balls of light appeared in all directions, floating and swirling and bouncing toward the spot where the travelers were gathered, like moths attracted to a flame.

At the same time, the travelers would begin to feel the effects of the very new environment they now found themselves in. The damp air around them brimmed with an electric energy like the tension before a thunderstorm -- but the sky was blue and clear above the rustling canopy.

The longer they stayed here, the more the forest's energy would affect them -- these travelers who were born and raised so far from the effects of magic, who had no defenses or immunities against the invisible saturation of raw power.

First, the skin tingled and hair stood on-end, electrified. After awhile, headaches would follow -- a dull throb at first, nausea and vertigo, to develop into a splitting and blinding pain within an hour.

Then, after a couple hours of a nauseous blind migraine, the magic of the forest -- seeping deeper into their undeveloped bodies -- would squeeze their hearts.

This was why no one returned from the forest.

For the villagers of the island-in-the-sky, simply standing still on the quiet forest floor was a sentence of death.

Sera, Blin, Nikki, Blank

---

A little bright ball of light scooted along the ground, floated up, and landed gentle as a feather on Blin's nose as he daydreamed. Whatever effects the forest's magic had been having on him slowly faded, and the little light grew brighter as he breathed. Should he open his eyes, he might catch a glimpse of an ethereal serpentine figure and slitted eyes looking back at him -- but perhaps he was still dreaming.

A gleaming light floated like cotton down out of a tree, swirling down over Sera's head. If she captured it or let it touch her skin, the pain and nausea of the forest would slowly dissipate -- the light would grow brighter, and to her own sight it seemed to imitate an ethereal and translucent fire.

Blank and Nikki, by this time, would feel deeply the damaging effects of the stifling energy all around them. It pressed all around them, threatened to throw them to their knees.

A bright ball of light shot out of a bush and stuck itself to the side of Nikki's face like a burr. The pain very slowly began to lessen while the light brightened, as if it were sucking out the dangerous levels of magic. She might catch a glimpse of feathers in her peripheral vision.

Another ball of light swirled around Blank's ankle, then floated up into his palm. While his pain slowly dissipated, he might glimpse a glimmering furry shape under his hand -- but then it was gone.

The other lights faded back into the forest and buried themselves in the ground.

The sound of knocking hollow wood was much louder now.

BOOM

A section of the trees suddenly shattered in an explosion of wood and torn leaves; a small boulder -- sharp and mossy -- shot like a cannonball out of the shadows and dropped fast toward the spot where Blin was lying in the grass.

Eli, Thema

---

The forest's energy pressed in on them, threatened to squeeze their skulls and their hearts til there was nothing left.

A bright ball of light drifted through the air and swung gently around Thema's head before it came to rest on her shoulder, like a little bird that had decided to take a rest. The pain very slowly dissipated from her head and her chest, and the little light grew brighter.

Another light burrowed among the grasses toward Eli's foot, then drifted straight up as if attracted to him like a magnet; it attached itself to his forearm, light and airy, and slowly he would feel a relief from the effects of the forest.

The sound of hollow wood was getting closer.

"Kyyyaaaaaaaaa!"

Something brown and pudgy skittered out from under a curtained leaf and tumbled frantically toward them. It was only a foot tall, and it looked like a mushroom dressed in tribal paint and feathers.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh noooooo! Abandon mission! Move! Run! Amscray!"

The little thing gave a leap and attempted to burrow itself into Thema's bag, digging out supplies to make room for itself to hide.

art by Gabe Kralik

Gaius, Lee, Rahna

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The shadowed forest seemed entirely unconcerned with the plight of the stranded travelers. The trees muffled Lee's screams, and the air around them pressed in on their skulls and their chests with its deadly energy.

After awhile, a little ball of light floated quietly through the grass, drifted up and nestled itself in Gaius' exposed hair. Though his injuries sustained from the crash remained, the pressure in his skull was lessened and the nausea dissipated. At least he could breathe again.

Another ball of light swirled over Rahna's head and finally came to rest against the side of her neck. The pain caused by the forest's energy was very slowly sucked away while the little light glowed brighter. In the corner of her eye she might make out the dim shape of something furred -- mossy? -- curled around her shoulders.

A third light peeked out of the ground, then jumped and attached itself to Lee's forehead. Immediately it began to glow brightly; the pressure and the nausea of the forest's energy dissipated -- as well as the memories that crippled her. The little light absorbed them all, glowing brighter and brighter. Even Rahna and Gaius might see the ghostly, serpentine shape that draped itself behind Lee's neck. Catlike eyes stared into Lee's face.

WHAM

Something big shot suddenly out of the trees and landed hard, frighteningly close to Rahna and Lee. It was white as bone, feathered and spotted. It rose up on its long legs and raised its skull-like head; the thing was willowy like a heron and stood as tall and menacing as Gaius. its bony limbs clunked when it moved, with a hollow sound like wooden chimes.

art by Jakub Rebelka


[System]
Age: 20
Major: History
Personality: Felix can be described as an somewhat introvert. Always there for his friends and family but also enjoys his alone time. Often reading what books and comics that interested him. Especially history and mythology, as he loves the two subjects along with video games.

Generally speaking, Felix tends to keep to himself and go with the flow most of the time. However, there are times when he can be stubborn and will not budge. This tends to happen with dealing with something that Felix cares about, and it can be hard to convince him otherwise.

When asked about the myths he has learned and whether or not he believes that there is something more out there. Felix always says he does not know. For Felix always based what he has learned with what he has experienced personally. Though with myths and legends, he always thinks that while they are probably just stories. They might have a truth in them that is waiting to be found.

Background: The eldest son of Colombian immigrants and born in Austin, Texas. Felix was always the odd one out, and despite the times, he tried to fit in. He just couldn't though that did not stop him from making friends. What few they were, and mostly just did his own thing while growing up, which was not easy as his parents struggled to find jobs to support themselves. While they were poor, Felix did not mind, just treating it as something he had to live with and managed his way. What helped was the stories that his mother told him. Often based in myths that she grew up with and made him curious about other cultures and their myths.

It was not until when he was fifteen that his father caught a big break and was offered a well-paying job in Olympia, and though Felix would miss his friends. He did welcome the change as now the family had money that they could spend on luxuries and others on. One thing that Felix asked for was books about history, mythologies, and more. Feeding his personal library and interest in history and mythology. Deciding on becoming an archeologist and seeing the world.

When it became time to go to college, Felix managed to get a scholarship to Evergreen State College and was glad to be able to pursue his dreams though fate would have plans for him.

Favorite Ghost: Blank for now
Do You Believe in UFO's, Astral Projections, Mental Telepathy, ESP, Clairvoyance, Spirit Photography, Telekinetic Movement, Full Trance Mediums, The Loch Ness Monster and The Theory of Atlantis?: Maybe? I am unsure of it all and maybe if I have seen it. I just stick to what is known to be true most of the time.

[User]
Joe Bronson

Joe's wisecrack received no answer, but it served its purpose of making the situation a little bit less awkward, he thought at least. His legs grew tired as he stood in line for his turn, but at least he would still make it out of class before schedule. He put his podcast back on and waited patiently for his turn.

After a few minutes that felt like hours, he saw the brown-haired dude exit the gymnasium. He slowly made his way in behind him and sat down at the cubicle. "Sorry about earlier" he immediately said in a quiet voice. "I was uhhhh, studying! Yeah! I was studying mythology on my phone!" This wasn't entirely incorrect, as he was reading a graphic novel adaptation of Homer's Iliad, so he went with that.

The police officer interviewing him, seemingly not wanting to deal with Joe any further, ignored this. He simply showed him a picture of his classmate and asked if he had a positive or negative relationship.

"Kylie Griffin? I'd say neutral. I didn't really know her that well. She borrowed a bit of kneaded eraser from me once and never gave it back, but I would never assault somebody over that. Besides that, we never really interacted much"

The officer's face remained blank at this quip and simply dismissed him. He made his way over to where the brown-haired dude and the professor were standing, both to hear what they make of this situation, and also to ask what the next class assignment would be.

[Assistant]
Felix Secada

When it was his turn to be asked questions by the police. Which felt like forever, he was calm and ready to get this over with. So after sitting down and the detective started asking his questions with a deadpan face. "So, how well would you say you know your classmate, Kylie Griffin?

"Not well, I did not really talk to her, so I do not know much about her."

"Would you say you have a positive or negative relationship with her?"

"I would say neither, more of a neutral relationship since I did not talk to her, really."

"Do you know if Ms. Griffin had any enemies?"

"I have no idea if she has any, or at least I think no one in the class had problems with her."

The detective would ask more questions, and the more Felix felt that he is not really helping with this investigation. But, what should he guess, he does not know anything about Kylie. Other than she seemed to take the course seriously like he did. A rarity, it seems, in this class but something he should not complain about.

When the detective was done asking his questions, he waved Felix off and dismissed him. Felix got up, and one did he did note about the interview was that the detective did not tell him what happened to Kylie. Like is she okay, or what happened at the Red Square? It had to be serious enough to warrant the cops showing up and them interviewing her classmates. Hopefully, she is okay and not worse like... being dead. That would be an eye-opener for him if something like that happened at this college.

Either way, instead of collecting his things and leaving the classroom. Felix noticed the two of his classmates were around the professor. Maybe asking what he thinks about this or something, he should ask if there would be an assignment despite the cops showing up. So he walked over to the group and waited for the right time to ask his question.

[User]
Professor Abraham seemed a bit shaken. "Well, uh, this is a very troubling development, isn't it?" He was even wringing his hands! "As soon as we can find out where they've taken her, I hope to visit and make sure she's alright! I would encourage you all to... I don't know, collect signatures on a 'well wishes' card or something, it doesn't feel right to go on as if nothing happened!"

He slapped his forehead, "Oy, and I've forgotten; I've got to clear some space in the adjoining storage space to my lecture room! Gentleman, since you've some extra time, today, perhaps I could enlist your aid in this endeavor? There's some extra credit in it for you!"

[Assistant]
Chase Robinson

Professor Abraham was clearly shaken as Chase walked over to him. He made mention of visiting Kylie once he learned where she was. But Chase knew that assumed that she was still alive. However Chase respected the Professor's positive thinking, as the police still hadn't revealed what exactly happened to his classmate. The Professor then floated the idea of making a well wishes card.

"Sure Professor Abraham. She would probably appreciate it," replied Chase.

Truthfully Chase was still unsure if she was even still alive. But part of sending well wishes would be to believe that she was well. So Chase decided to go with believing that she was alive, and that he would get the chance to ask her out. As Chase thought this over, two more of his classmates walked over to him and the Professor.

The Professor then mentioned a job of clearing out some storage space. While Chase was already going to agree, as it was something to get his mind off the whole situation with Kylie, the deal was sweetened even more by the mention of extra credit. While Chase was pretty sure that he was doing well in the class, it never hurt to bump up his grade a little bit.

"I have time today available," responded Chase, "Would we be going now or later?"

Chase hoped it was now. He really wanted to get out of the gymnasium and away from the police officers. Chase glanced at the two other students, really wishing that they were alright with leaving immediately.

[User]
Felix Secada

So the professor seemed shaken about the whole thing. Which is understandable and if he was in the professor's shoes. He would be concerned if one of his students was assaulted out of the blue. And the idea of getting a get well soon card for Kylie was not a bad one. At least one way to show that her classmates showed some support for her wherever she is. Hopefully, she is okay and recovering from whatever happened to her. Even though the police have yet to say what happened to her but, Felix remains hopeful that she is okay.

When the professor brought up needing to clear out a storage room and asking if the three of them would not mind helping him. Felix did not mind, he's got time before his next class, and the mention of extra credit is a good motivation point. Plus, a good way to get this police business out of his head. At least for some time.

"Sure, professor, I got the time, though, like what the guy said." Motioning to Chase, "is it now or later?"

[Assistant]
Joe Bronson

Joe could tell that the professor was troubled by this whole ordeal. He was a little shaken himself as well. He was anticipating going to the nerf war himself but wasn't able to go because he procrastinated on this month's newspaper strips. He really liked the idea of making a card, this was right up his alley. "I could put together something and print it out for us all to sign" he suggested.

The professor then asked if he could help clearing out some space in his classroom's storage space. With class ending early Joe had some free time on his hands, and considering that he's late almost every day, some extra credit wouldn't go amiss. "I'm free as well. Let's get this done, I could use the credit" He stated.

[User]
He sighed, "Oh, thank you... Let's go, uh, get our minds off of all this, for now..."

The storage space was more or less what one might expect: Poorly lit, dusty, cluttered and in this case, surprisingly crowded. If one took the time to look more thoroughly, they'd find a wide variety of individual objects, as well as everything from mailing envelopes all the way up to various large wooden crates.

As Mr. Abraham finished shoving a crate into a corner, he wiped his brow and said, "Hagh, this get's harder every year, I swear! Just remember, my boys, we don't have to sweat organizing this mess (not this time, anyway...), just open up some floor space. And try not to break anything, please!"

[Assistant]
Chase Robinson

At the mention of being called guy, Chase realized that he had never really introduced himself to any other student in Professor Abraham's mythology class. He kind of regretted that, thinking about Kylie and how he had never even learned her name before this incident.

"My name's Chase," he said to the other two students, "I'm a creative writing major."

One of the other students mentioned something about making a card for Kylie. Chase then remembered that he had often seen this student drawing in a notebook which meant he was probably an art student. However Chase still could only really draw stick figures, instead focusing his creativity on the written word.

After all three students had agreed to helping move stuff, Professor Abraham led them to a storage space. The single light bulb at the top of the room was dim and tended to flicker every so often. What was also prevalent was the smell of dust, almost similar to opening a long lost tomb. Chase was really glad that he didn't have asthma as he entered the storage room.

"When was the last time anyone was in here?" asked Chase as he wiped a thick layer of dust off a box.

Chase then picked up a stack of envelopes, seeing that some dated back all the way to 1967. He was pretty sure that meant it was as old as the college. Chase shoved the letters into a desk in the corner of the room, as he decided that he should focus on the boxes.

The Professor then said that they didn't really need to sort, but rather just clear up some floor space. Chase was glad to hear that as it meant he wouldn't be stuck in this room for too long. Professor Abraham also made sure to say not to break anything, which prompted Chase to slow down just a little bit.

As Chase was pushing a particularly heavy box, he accidentally knocked it into an even bigger box, knocking off its lid. This unleashed a cloud of dust, causing Chase to immediately start coughing. After a few seconds Chase regained his breath.

Picking up the lid to put back onto the box, Chase wondered what was so heavy so he peered inside. Expecting to find old outdated textbooks or faulty lab equipment, Chase instead found a giant backpack of some kind.

"What do we have here?" wondered Chase as he brushed some dust off of it, "It says proton pack. Anyone know what that is?"

Chase attempted to pick it up, only to find that it was very heavy. Whatever this was, if it was meant to be worn on someone's back it would cause instant back issues.

[User]
"Felix," he said instinctively as Chase said his name. "History major," and when all three boys agreed to help the professor with moving boxes. He joined them and entered the dimly lit room with plenty of boxes and other junk. All coated with a nice healthy layer of dust. At least he is getting extra credit for this and started to move things.

Starting with a section in the middle and found an old filing cabinet. Curiosity got to him as to what files could be in the thing and opened it. A small cloud of dust erupted from the cabinet and caused Felix to swat the air in his face. "How old is this stuff, and how long has it been in here?" Good thing they are just moving stuff to clear some floor space, he thought. After the dust cloud dissipated, he went looking through the files and found nothing really interesting. Just some old school files, and after some time, he closed the cabinet and moved it towards the back.

As Felix was about to move a large box, it was then that Chase accidentally broke a box and spoke about a proton pack. "Proton Pack?" Felix asked, sounding confused, and went over to the broken box. "What the heck is a proton pack?" Felix started to examine the thing, and it looked heavy and nothing that he as seen before. What use could the university had for this thing, he wondered. Looking over to the professor and motioned for him to come over. "Professor, you have any idea what this thing is?"


[System]
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
 -Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
 -Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
 a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
 -Grenades: Good old Frags
 -Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
 -wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
 -Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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[User]
Medaria was having a really fun day today! First there was fighting, then scary demon, then explosions, sparkles, unnatural warp based abilities, chaos spawns, people dying, conspiracy and so much more! She also go to play with grenades sho she was grinning like a madwoman underneath her breather device. She eyed the newcomer with a happy glint in her eyes, wanting to be friends and then followed the rest of the team into the dublicated governor office. She was extremely giddy at the look of it and right away started poking at the wiring indeed to confirm if the electrical instalations and other network cabling were in the same configuration, for the glory of the Omnisiah or it was just a cleverly ellaborate ruse!" You know, they could use this place to issue planetwide announcements if they just have somebody masquarade as teh governor and nobody will be the wiser for it~ Or this is to be used as emergency bunker later in case of an invasion from our side and the cultist control the planet." Medaira chirpped, fiddling iwth a wall panel and the wiring behind it. She was now checking if the room's air conditioning was the same as the real office, if it was she was also going to mess with it because why the Emperor not?

 "Hmmmm~?" She made a questioning sound when she was called by Adrianne." Yes, Psyker-friend?" She asked, innocently, holding what appeared to be a metal panel in one hand, a bunch of wires in the other and her mechadendrites were doing something to the system in teh meantime. Medaira tilted her head, hearing the question and eyed the book. She eyed the book like a predator, pondering the ammount of pranks she could use it for, then tilting her head in the other direction, weighting the pros and cons of such actions until she decided that it was probably better left contained for the time being no matter what.

 "YES~!" She replied happily, tossing a look at the Armsman." Not far off the standard containment protocols, Prank Victim Friend 2! Make a metal box, slaps holy seals on it, put book into holy sealed box, then put another holy warded box on top of the first one, then use remote means of carrying the thing to minimalize warp and chaotic influences. Maybe even fill the box with blessed prometium just in case a quick burnout is needed." She stated happily as her mechadendrites dropped whatever htey were doing and one of htem turned out to have a welding torch in it." I will have the box made faster than you could recite the Imperium safety manual for boarding a ship! We can use braided cabling ropes to pull the box from afar too or I can use my mechadendrites to carry it 5 feet in front of or behind me..." She stated and started using bits of metal and wires into what sane people would call abstract art.

 "We need purity seals! And wards... Maybe we can bless the box itself too!" She was chattering as she worked, creating a box just enough for the book of those dimensions fit in. Once inside, it wasn't oging to ahve enough space to even lightly open it. it was going to stay as sealed as it could be, not to mention she was going to be welding the metal box shut just in case.

[Assistant]
There were multiple paths presented to the retinue, all they now had to do was choose one and hope that something horrific did not happen with the tome while they transported it back to the inquisitorial safe house. The odds of the tome tearing open a portal to some hellish warp damned dimension of one of the Chaos gods was rather high, and Celestian Andromedai knew this. "I do not want to take any chances with this cursed tome of Tzeentch so here is what we are going to do. First off, I want our Tech-Priest Medaria to gather up sheets of metal then craft us a make shift containment box. For the one and only Adrianne, I would like you to form a energy field around the make shift containment box and then transport it back to the ship for us. As for our local Guardsmen Stukov, please keep an eye and ear on the local area, I do not want any surprises or ambushes while moving this Emperor damned tome anywhere. Everyone has their orders, so let us get to work, alright?"

Celestian Andromedai then opened a private communications channel to Solares, who swiftly responded, "Andromedai? Maya is on the ship sitting next to me, was this your idea? Did you know she was going to show up? I tried to warn you earlier but you were uh, preoccupied?" Andromedai responded in turn, "I was not aware of our friends arrival untill she dispatched the Chaos Spawn we were fighting. Regardless, we will be returning to the ship with a chaos tome, I was a secure area for it to be stored, also allow Maya to do as she see's fit just, no messing around with the weapons systems." While she talked, Celestian Andromedai kept a eye on her team as they worked around her. After a while though, she made her way back into the dome shaped room and glanced around it, merely observing all the damage they had done to it and the Tzeentch murals that covered the walls around her. "One last thing Solares, I want you to send a team here to do a in-depth search around the area for anything that stands out while we take care of this tome, alright?" There would be no reply directly from Solares, but the Celestian did receive a message from another Inquisitorial team that said they were on their way to their location.

[User]
"I'm not going to even pursue that Celeste, your making it too obvious now, and that's coming from me. Perimeter watch, got it. Try not to get us sucked into the warp you two, I don't need to fight there again." Stukov was not keen on having to deal with the raw stuff of the warp again, that was a memory he'd rather leave very thoroughly buried and stuffed away in the recesses of his memories. He couldn't forget it, of course, but he could ignore it, which was easier when he had tasks to carry out. That meant doing a more thorough sweep of the surroundings, checking for traps or ticking time bombs, literally and figuratively, waiting to go off in their collective faces. He had unslung his shotgun again, reloading the weapon as he considered what had been, well, undone to his arm. From torn to pieces to back to normal, or at least the appearance of it, all in the span of a few moments. It had felt strange, however, something that he would need to get some answers on, though that had been already addressed for now, at least until they got back to the safehouse as a whole.

 "Cogs, if I could get through standard doctrine for boarding before you finished that box, I'd be very concerned about your capabilities. That instruction prattles on way too long for what boils down to 'move fast, don't get shot, take out the engines and/or bridge, get out if you plan to survive'. In far too many words, in any case." Stukov was keeping on watch while he remarked back towards the commentary from Cogs on reciting standard boarding procedures. He had the shotgun at a low ready, eyes and ears intently focused on making sure nothing sneaked up on them, the last thing they needed was another ambush. He'd have to see about requisitioning a new Naval Pistol, shouldn't be hard frankly, they were cheaper than bolt weapons, just not as common outside the Imperial Navy. Speaking of, he just might need to go and requisition a heftier piece of kit from old Armsman doctrines, since the shotgun had shown its shortcomings in the face of a full on Spawn. He had just the piece of kit in mind, but that would have to come later once back in relative safety. It would slow him down a bit too, but that was fine for what he had in mind.

[Assistant]
Meidara was happily doing some digital chipring birdlike whistling noises as she was tearing pieces of metal sheets and rebars as she worked her mechandendrites and just the tools she carried on her person, sparks flying all around her in a display of colorful fireworks as she happily did her job. She didn't turn towards Stukov for his comment, but her servo head flew over to him, doing a sideways spin as it stopped by him, looking at him from the upside down, making it's hair to just hang down, revealing that yes the servo head was made to be utmost human looking down to what was likely fake skin that looked very real. It had everything, lips, nose, eyes, ears. The eyes moved around and looked at him in the way she usually looked at things, but had a slight shine behind them. All in all it looked like somebody had indeed chopped off the head of Medaira's twin and somehow made it still look perfectly alive.

 The sound of a reply came from the servo head while Medaira's main body was still singing a tune in the background, wokring on her extremely suspicious looking piece of abstract art." Ahhh, weird! I always thought that the safety manual for boarding a ship consisted of half a page of text~ then again... I may have been reading the summerized IG field edition~" A sing along voice came from teh disembodied flying head that was upside down and staring into Stukov's eyes.

 It was at this point that from Medaira's real body's direction a loud bang echoed along with a flash as the tech priestess's mechadendrites all reached for the heavens and she made a weird celebratory tune as the apandages held a metal box that was just big enough to exactly house the eldrich tome, without it being abel to be opened even a milimeter while on the inside. IT had additional fastening simple mechanical mechanism that would lock it even tighter once the book was in place. On the surface of the metal box was branded with an Imperium logo on one side and on the other there was a flower." I've prepared THE BOX!" Medaira exclaimed as her voice echoed from both her body and the servo head, which finally stopped staring at Stukov and flew over to her.

 "One transport box for eldrich tomes as requested! mechanical lock, ensuring no hacking can be done. Once the book's in place and the mechanical lock's triggered, we shall tighten it even more, ensuring the book is to tightly close nothing can escape it in case something tries! It can be hermetically sealed afterwards as I will weld it sute completely just in case!"


[System]
Age: 18

Personality: Despite how the others may act, Kurt seems to be a humble and kind individual, caring for those near him. Definitely not someone you would see as a villain. But that, of course, is just a mask he wears everyday no matter who he is talking to. He is actually sly and ruthless towards those against him and his friends, often able to become unemotional and deadly when blood is spilled.

Background: As a kid, Kurt always had to keep his guard up; being an orphan and living on the streets was tough. He was often mugged for the little money he had, beaten up by policemen or men that thought he would hurt any bystanders. But, alas, he had seemed like a poor, innocent kid at the age of 9.

That was, until the murders of that town popped up. Three individuals killed in one night, all of them having claw marks down their backs and what seemed to be teeth marks on their necks and other various parts of the body. Some claimed to see a shark beast walk around the streets at night, growling and hungrily prowling. Most claimed they had flipper-like blood stains outside their yard, leading to the nearby river and ending there.

Detectives and heroes both were confused. Did one of the other heroes with a Quirk do it? No, they weren't like this; they were not monsters, nor would they try to hurt innocent people when they least expected it. No, it must have been a monster, it was the only way. One man offered up a stupid point: "What if it's that kid from the street?" Everyone thought he was stupid, and he was fired from the job. The next day, that man was the fourth victim of the beast. Another man ventured the idea, another man died. They got suspicious, but before they could catch Kurt to question him, he ran away.

For the longest time, he lived under water, hidden from the sight of others' eyes and the looks they would give him. It took him a while to control his quirk, but once he did, he turned back to normal and walked among the humans.

Motive for Villainy: Kurt thinks most heroes are unjust and deserve punishment. He really wished to be normal, but knew he would be constantly reminded that he isn't. He wants to beat the heroes for thinking they're so great and powerful, while Kurt knows that people who have been beaten down and left for dead are the toughest.

Quirk: Transformer Class

Were-Shark: Named after the terrible beast that went on a killing spree. He calls his Quirk this because, like a lycanthrope or shapeshifter, he can make some parts of his body have the shape of a shark's, such as gills, a back fin, and flippers at his feet. Like a shark, if their is blood spilled, he will go find of berserk, following the scent of the blood. He is usually stronger than the average person, but using this Quirk too much or for too long tires him out greatly; he will not want to do anything but lie down after the fight.

Weakness: Even if he isn't in his Were-Shark body, he still needs to drink water constantly (at least every hour). He can't have any other drinks or liquid-like substances (besides blood), for they will make him either sick or dehydrated. He doesn't have very good eyesight, either; he has to wear glasses when reading something. Also, not really a physical weakness, but he hates the nickname, 'Mermaid,' since he thinks it insults what he actually is.

Talents:

Swimming - Everyone on his team would be surprised if could swim. He is very skilled at it, but prefers not to when others are around; never know when someone might scrape a toe.

Collecting - From seashells to bones, the guy loves collecting things. He mostly likes to do this when there is nothing else to do, resulting in him taking long trips to the thrift store or just on the streets.

Reading - Kurt loves to read interesting books, mainly ones that include the ocean or animals. It gives him the chance to learn more about the ocean, and where enemies would least expect him. He sometime writes down what happens and what he learns daily, so that he never forgets when he is older.

Inventory:

A leather-bound journal where he keeps his deepest and darkest secrets. Anyone looking for a death wish can go snooping in there.

A reusable water bottle that he uses to keep himself hydrated. Usually he only puts water in there. Usually.

A grey scarf that has the name, "Margaret," stitched in a pretty violet color. No one knows why it says that, but he doesn't like people asking.

[User]
Ryu

"I'll take care of this since seems like we all agreed on something."

Ryu bends down to help the girl named Charolette to her feet as he uses the key on the ground to uncuff her. He moves around behind her and whispers to her as he finishes removing the cuffs.

"Hey...you better behave cuz I'm trusting you faster than I do some of these guys...looking forward to working with you but try not to stab me in the back."

He pats her on the shoulder as he takes the cuffs off and puts them inside one of his jacket pockets and tightens the bandanna around his wrist. Ryu nods to the Kabuki man as he takes the others attention.

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Evil Hideout

The Kabuki man snaps his fingers once more as two sets of ladders appear from another hidden wall sliding open. One of the ladders led upward to a manhole which was only 25 feet up...its destination unknown. The other led down with only enough space between the opposite wall and ladder for around 3 people at once. The drop was around 35 feet so it was not recommended to jump down it.

"Now that that mechanical problem was taken care of hehe...those of you who seem to be tired of this and rather not find out the cool part of this meeting and fun events planned that involve a lot of killing fun, go take the ladder on the right. It leads to a nearby alleyway near the shipping yard which is quite hard to find...down the ladder is the fun one so I'll see you guys down there soon hopefully! Oh and don't worry, food will be provided, just be patient...otherwise, there may end up being none hehe..."

He disappears once more...leaving the decision to the group once more.

Down the ladder, the large open area was about two high school gyms in comparison to the space.
In the middle, there were 12 office cubicles that had walls, a mini ceiling of sorts for each cubicle, a door leading into each room, and each being twice the size of a normal cubicle. Supposedly serving as rooms of sorts...
On the same side as the ladder but to its left, there was a training area with used dummies of sorts and a shooting gallery that still has bullet cases and used targets set up.
On the right side of the same side of the ladder, there seemed to be an eating area that is relatively tidy and a few tables set up. On one table, there was a large map of Tokyo imprinted on it...providing rather detailed explanations on certain areas. Another table contained a few medical supplies that were quite...on the lower quality of the field. Basic first-aid kits for lower illnesses and wounds but there was a sewing kit for emergencies. There was also a few condoms on the table too with a note saying, "Safety first!" The third and final table had a few weapons such as 2 machete, several knives, four handguns, one shotgun, and a few grenades (several small packages for ammunition were there too). Beyond that, there seemed to be a small kitchen though had all the necessities to make a good meal (fridge, sink, stove, kitchen utensils, and cooking equipment...and a small cabinet to organize the tools which were placed around on a small table)
On the opposite side of the ladder on the left side, there was a large incinerator with a large box filled with black bag wraps inside it. Nearby the incinerator was a large shallow area which seems to be able to control flooding of sorts...and a porthole next to it on the wall as if to lead to the ocean...the right side consists of a lounging area with one large tv and a couch for them to sit on...with a few occasional chairs and a small round table for refreshments of the sort. In between the lounge area and the cafeteria/meeting area are three bathrooms. One labeled for males, the other females, the last unisex. Also near the lounge area is the thermostat to control the temperature of the place. The last thing on the opposite side was a large pin board of sorts that has several papers pinned on already...while in the middle of the board said, "JOBS"

The Kabuki man waits patiently for the people to climb down...sitting on a chair and tapping his foot patiently.

"Hey...you guys going down the ladder or am I going to have to be the first one again?"

@pkken@sharksama @Barioth @Rune_Alchemist @Wasted Ink @FallenTrinity@Cuccoruler

(EDITED)

[Assistant]
Vert gave a glare to the bone girl when she mentioned something about eating the guards above. So she didn't get rid of the bodies? Vert decided to hold herself back, she didn't want to get into a fight with this girl again. She was too hungry for that.

"Better be food down there." Vert said as she climbed down the ladder. She was much faster climbing things than others were. It was part of her quirk it seemed. As she entered the room below her eyes zoned in on the kitchen and before others could say anything she jumped off the ladder a few feet from the ground. She made a b-line for the fridge and opened it. Wasn't as much meat as she wanted. But she did find some things. She remembered hearing the others mention something about being hungry. As such Vert decided now would be a great time to show off one of her greatest talents, cooking. She got to work immediately and was already cooking what seemed to be a sort of breakfast meal for the others as they entered the room. She was cooking omelets at this point, and for much more than just herself.

Vert at this point had made a sort of raw bacon from a slab of meat that appeared to be some kind of venison. She had sliced it up and was now eating the raw sliced she had cut up. "Much better." Vert said to herself satisfied with herself.

[User]
~Allison Hillard~
@Cuccoruler
@Barioth
@Wasted Ink

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Toots? Toots? What, had this guy walked out of some lame eighties mob show or something? The thought was amusing at least, and as much as he probably disliked her she couldn't help but to laugh. She simply brushed his comments aside for now though, and focused more on the girl that they had just played jury with. Judging from this 'Charlotte's tone, she was someone that Allison was going to at least like somewhat. She smiled under her mask, giving a small bow.

"Nice to meet you miss Charlotte. Forgive me if I don't tell you my name right now. Anonymity is something I like quite a bit! Just call me bones! Mister Mob boss over there seems fond of calling me that so it works well enough." With a quiet hum, Allison walked over to the open hatch leading downwards behind Vert. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go see if Mister Kabuki over here deserves to live for taking up my precious time. Ta-ta!" Not a second later...Allison jumped down the proverbial rabbit hole after her mouthy friend, skipping several ladder rungs every step of the way down, arriving barely moments after Vert.

"...Hm, Cozy." She mused, straitening her jacket slightly. Right, she was still wearing that silly school uniform she pilfered...a few days ago for observing some funny little hero academy. She probably should get something a bit more her style, but for now it'd do. "Quite an interesting little set up. Not as cozy as my personal little venue but it certainly has its charm." And with all of them potentially moving in here, it was definitely going to get a bit more lively and perhaps interesting.

She looked over to where vert was cooking, not all that hungry. She had eaten before she left and wasn't particularly looking forward to dine any more right now. Something else caught her attention anyways...a board that said 'jobs'. She walked over to the board.

"Oh my, someone expects us to work for them? That's rater presumptuous. Amusing, but presumptuous."

[Assistant]
Kurt nodded to the group as they decided what to do with her. "Not a bad choice," he said to Ryu, sending a quick glance to the girl named Charlotte. "Better to make allies than enemies, I guess." Still, he didn't care much; he just need some rest from transforming. Making his way to the ladder, he slid down it, not bothering to climb the steps.

He looked around at the cubicle. Or should he say, their new home. He was living with these maniacs? Seemed strange, but he just shrugged off his concern. "You guys do whatever, as long as you don't bother me." With a small mutter of words, he trudged over to the lounging area, flopping down on the couch like he suddenly passed out. He had blindly passed the medical kit, not bothering to patch up his wounds.

He couldn't sleep, though. His wounds stung every time he moved on the couch, and his stomach growled when he smelled one lets being made. He flipped over to lay on his back, an arm covering his eyes from everything. He resisted the urge to get up and go see who was cooking it. Exhaustion overcame him, but he still couldn't fall into a blissful sleep.


[System]
Often goes simply by Murdock

Alias -
The Spider

Age -
26

Earth # -
1501

Powers -
Standard Spider-Man powers
Standard Daredevil powers
Combined Spidey/Radar Sense
Martial Arts Training

Weaknesses -
Standard Spider-Man weaknesses
Standard Daredevil weaknesses
Blind
Can't webswing as well as other Spider-Men

Personality
Charming, Fearless, Morally Flexible

Standard Spidey costume, but with black instead of blue, and the 'lenses' in the mask aren't actually lenses, just blacked out reflective pieces.
He looks more like Matt Murdock than Peter Parker. Refer to Charlie Cox's Matt Murdock if you need a visual.

Peter Murdock-Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider at age 16. He was at a public exhibition for 'safe' nuclear experiments when the spider, irradiated by accident during a demonstration, bit him on the back of the neck. He felt dizzy, and his vision blurred, before he passed out. He awoke in the hospital, only able to 'see' dancing colored blurs. He was blind. However, he started to notice that he had strange new abilities when he awoke. He was stronger and faster than before, able to cling to walls, and was able to sense oncoming danger. However, his senses (excluding sight, of course) were also unbelievably enhanced.

He adjusted to this new life as anyone would, and was greatly supported by his uncle, Ben Parker. Peter's parents (who, when married, hyphenated their last names) died in an accident when he was very young, and was taken in by Ben and May Parker, Peter's matrilinial uncle and aunt. May developed cancer not long after, and died, leaving Ben to take care of Peter by himself. Unknown to Ben, Peter's new therapist, Mr. Stick (as he called himself), had been teaching Peter a kind of martial arts as a way of release.

The whole spider fiasco turned Peter away from a career in science, and he decided instead to pursue law in college. Meanwhile, Ben's boxing career had started winding down. He was getting older, and wouldn't be able to sustain it for much longer. A rather shady opportunity came to him one day, a large sum of money in exchange for throwing a match. He reluctantly accepted. When the time came, however, he did just the opposite; he won the match in record time. Battlin' Ben Parker finally had the glory he'd been waiting for his entire career. It was short-lived. He found hitmen waiting for him in his home, and was murdered.

Peter had just gotten his graduate's degree at the time, and had been accepted into law school. The loss was devastating. He realized that he'd been given incredible powers, and never used them to anyone's benefit other than his own. Could he have saved Ben? Probably not, since he wouldn't have been there. He realized, though, that he could have helped many more people, and thus made it his responsibility to do so.

Since then, he's taken up defending New York full-time. By day, as Peter Murdock, Attorney at Law, and by night as The Spider.

Notes -
- He may not be quite as smart science-wise as other Spider-Man, but he graduated law school. He recently opened up his own practice with a friend.
- To shed some light on 'Morally-flexible," it simply means he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. The ends justify the means.

Response to Spider Fist -

"Well... If you really need me, I'm up to it. Let's go."
He started walking away, when Spider-Fist grabbed his shoulder.
"Other way, friend."
"... Oh."

[User]
SPIDER - ROGUE

 Like the others, Spider-Rogue removed his mask, a wide grin on his face as he looked around. He swiveled left, then right, then left again. He was really surrounded by other Spidermen, other beings just like him. It had always been a dream or perhaps something even less tangible than that. More like a frivolous, hopeful, prayer. He chuckled before walking near the front of the group to see.

 It seemed like all of the other Spidermen was older and taller than him. It was a bit annoying but he'd taken down bigger opponents before, it was nice to have tall allies for once.

 Hearing the explanation of the situation sent a cold fear up his spine. The Goblin in his universe was no picnic in the park, in fact, the kid had taken out three blocks before he could take him down. Another Spiderman's comments and questions however had replaced that fear with worry. Though it was not for the danger they would all be putting themselves in but the danger that a fellow Spiderman was in instead.

 He stepped out from the others, his hazel eyes staring a furrow gaze out towards the others. Glancing at everyone with seriousness, he rubbed the back of his head then swept it casually to his side. "Hold on, shouldn't we be discussing saving our ally? I mean... he's one of us and he's trapped out there. What's the plan for saving Spiderman? W-Well this Earth's Spiderman."

[Assistant]
After the comment about having to save an this world spiderman Patrick finally walked to the front, the kid was really worried about this worlds spidy, he could feel it.

"your right, that should be our first aim, but chances to save him will rise if we at least know more about what were going to be facing, the scouts seem to be pretty basic but what if we run into one of the other 2 types" Reason and duty, yeah they were pretty conflicting at this point go and save a fellow spidy first and know more about what were up against...
"well that I my opinion at least, but yeah its a touch call"

[User]
When Petey was told to take off his mask his ussual smile diminished. It wasn't only that he had to take off the barrier between Steel and Petey Parker but it was also a hassle to get off considering the head piece was mounted to just about everything else. Steel extended the legs on his arms and decoupled himself from the device allowing him to fall out of the harness.

As Petey looked around the room he gave way to a smile imagining that if not for a few diffrent things in his past he could have been one of the spidermen he saw before him. When the group was open to questions, Petey put his hand up but quickly brought it down as another spider-man began asking away. Petey waited for the other to finish their chat before posing his question "I think I speak for a lot of us here when I ask, what is this earth's spiderman like as opposed to us?" He asked curiously.

[Assistant]
"We do believe the reason Goblin King can't duplicate in his current form is due to the magical elements and nature of Thor's hammer. However, knocking out the original Norman doesn't take out the duplicates. That only worked on Multiple Man in that horrible X-Men cartoon that lasted one season..." Aikman responded to the first Spiderman also called Neo.

"That crappy show must've been popular around the multiverse, we had one as well on my Earth..." FF Spidey also commented.

The same Spiderman then asked about more info about the different types of Goblins.

"We've given you as much information as we have. Nobody other than the Spiderman of Earth 12814 knows exactly what we're up against..." Aikman added.

"As far as a map of NYC, it's an alternate universe's NYC so it could always vary. Just look for the skyscraper labeled 'Oscorp'." FF Spidey continued to the next question about rescuing the Spiderman of this parallel world, "We're going to split the group into two teams. The first group will portal into the sewers to locate the Spiderman and intercept any Goblin sentries. Team two will cause a distraction topside though you will have to stay on your toes and lookout for the Goblin Brutes..."

"Do NOT get put into a corner by multiple Brutes, they won't hold back and are responsible for the deaths of many of this Earth's heroes." Aaron Aikman continued right along. It was good that this group was asking questions.

Neo nodded and then put his hand up again "I can sense aura's, perhaps it would be helpful to locate Spidey in the sewers and I should be able to sense any goblin sentries as well.."

Another Spiderman with a tech'ed out suit asked about what the Spiderman of 12814 was like...

"The Spiderman of Earth 12814 is another version of me..." began the FF Spidey, "Another Peter Parker who is an older member of the Avengers personally trained by his universe's Captain America. He's got at least an extra fifty to sixty pounds of muscle on him and would normally be the Captain's second in command... if not for the Avengers already being beaten by the Goblin King..."

"He's barely managing to survive at this point. He's been fighting against the Goblins alone now for weeks on his world." Aiman then added.

~KL~

[User]
This whole meeting took on more of a freakish nature than the hazel-eyed Silk had anticipated. Spidermen (and well women) gathered and listened in respectful silence as the calm-toned FF spoke first about the removal of masks and then the impending danger. As reluctant to pull off her mask Silk felt in the beginning, she decided was it really worth causing a commotion over as all these spidermen/women were from different universes anyway and wouldn't really be able to out her secret identity anyway. Silk slowly removed her mask and smiled a half smirk as she too, moved towards the back. Staring down the spider-guy who had moved towards the rear before her, her resting bitch face could be enough to unnerve even the dalai lama.

As more of the debriefing went on, Silk found herself yawning quite loudly when the spiderman next to her decided to ask more questions. Which meant drawn out talking. It was quite rude of her but that was her personality. After getting the basics, she was ready for the action already. The Thor goblin though, the idea of that seemed particularly grandeur and was an idea maybe she'd try to get one of these guys or someone back home to start thinking about. She imagined herself with the hammer -- goddess in her own right laying down the law and especially on the peter parker in her own realm. Idiot guy.

She snapped out of it and tuned back in for something about captain america. Okay... "So then let's quit the idle chatter and let's go save him." She smirked again as her hair fell back in front of her face.

[Assistant]
SPIDER - ROGUE

 Seeing how the conversation had become rather short and sweet, Spider-Rogue folded his arms and with a satisfied smile returned to his place. Now that the emotion had come to the forefront, it was near impossible to push it back. For the first time since being brought in by Spider-Fist, he felt a real urge for action.

 With a mindless nod, he agreed with the unknown, female voice behind him. "Yeah, let's go. He could be cornered right now. The quicker the better... I think," he tacked on at the end with a unsure smirk, worried about inexperience.

 The multi-verse was an astoundingly massive place, if all of them were brought in to fight this terror of Goblins, then it was probably best for him not to underestimate them. Even still, he worried for his life. Telling himself those things were pointless. He had a knack for putting himself in unnecessary danger. The only difference being, in his world he could afford to take the risks. In this one, it wasn't so much a choice and most likely fatal.

[User]
Three heartbeats. Ba-bump. I tune my own out. Ba-bump. Two heartbeats. Ba-bump. I've memorized one already- it's Spider-Fist's. Ba-bump. One other person in the room. Ba-bump. It's beating faster than a normal heart. Ba-bump. I hear Spider-Fist walk away, and suddenly we're alone. Me and the other one, presumably another version of me. Or is it another version of 'Spider-Man?' I'll save the philosophical questions for later. I can sense the extra mass around their torso. Extra arms. More arms to pump blood to. Faster heart. Makes sense.

 I simply nod to them, and almost as a response, the mass is gone and the heartbeat slows. Their arms are gone. Soon, Spider-Fist returns with more Spider-Men, one by one, until there are seven others, plus Spider-Fist.

 "Hmmph, I could have more arms but there's no more room on my rib cage..."

 The voice came from Tarantula, the one who was already here when I arrived. It was under his breath, probably inaudible to everyone else in the room, but I heard it clearly. I now know his name, shape, heartbeat, smell, and voice... Another voice speaks up.

 "Now that I have you all gathered here, if everyone would remove your masks... I know there may be some hesitation in some of you but trust me when I say that you are among friends here."

 Spider-Fist. I hear the faint swishing of the other Spider-Men removing their masks. Hesitating, I'm last to remove my own. I figure at least one of them is staring at me, but it doesn't bother me. The exercise was probably supposed to build some trust between the group immediately, but it does nothing for me. Oh well. I run a hand through my hair, setting it back down after removing my mask stood it up. It felt funny that way.

 Spider-Fist starts dispensing information on the enemy before he's interrupted by two more Spider-Men. Before they finish their speech, I have a good grasp on their identities, (except their names, having not introduced themselves) as well as everyone else's in the room. The other "me's" start asking questions, one called Neo requesting more information on the goblins and commenting under his breath that he hasn't actually faced one before. A rookie? Spider-Fist must have a good reason to call somebody with no experience in. A Spider-Woman, Silk, calls the ones asking questions out on their time-wasting. Thank God. Spider-Rogue agrees with her, as do I. We need to move soon. Finally, I speak up.

 "So what are we waiting for? Let's go."


[System]
Age: 26
Race: Manbeast, anthropomorphic tiger.
Appearance:

School: seeking sword, seven blades.
Fighting Style: The main goal of Yin's style is versatility. Master Gan Fang has stated that while all techniques have a main use, there are at least six alternatives to it. The seven blades is an offensively defensive style. There is not a dedicated block in it, the closest you'll find is a straight open palm strike against the attacking limb. By repeatedly pummeling the opponent the objective is to physically persuade it to stop attacking. Many of the more defensive techniques also aim for soft spots such as exposed muscles, joints, throat, eyes, groin…
The hip is the most important part of the body for a wielder of the seven blades. From there all power is drawn, even the most basic punches, kicks and takedowns comes with a flick of the hip.
The style is heavily reliant on control of the body and chi. If the techniques are done correctly body and chi will flow as one and change muscles into wood and bones into steel.

Weaknesses: While the seven blades is a highly useful art it has a serious drawback. Its focus on control and balance means it is pretty stationary and as such has trouble with overly mobile or overwhelming opponents. A skilled fighter can overcome this weakness, but in the world of martial arts you rarely get a second chance. Yin's tail, while it is a great help with balance and light attacks, can also be turned into a big weakness.

Weapons: While the seven blades have techniques for many different weapons such as staves, daggers, swords, whips, spears, halbeards, clubs ands so on Yin rarely use anything else than his fists. If he has to wield a weapon a simple bamboo staff is his choice.

History: Yin became first student of master Gan Fang after Lu Fau left on his mission of vengeance. Gan Fang often spoke of his previous student very fondly, almost like a lost son.

Yin Hu, like many of his anthropomorphic brothers and sisters, grew up in Valley of the beggar's song. They are mostly shunned by humans, elves and all other major races for being dirty half breeds. It is true after all. The legend of the manbeasts states that their entire race was founded on a dire night, where corrupt men and women of different races drank the blood of animals whose power they wanted. As a cruel joke, the gods granted their wishes. The following morning they were all run out of their homes and had to learn how to survive in the wild, like animals.

From these evil people today's manbeasts are descended, and it seems nothing can be done to get rid of their vile history.
Although, there are a handful of people in the world that will treat manbeats as people. One of these are known as Master Gan Fang. He spotted the young Yin Hu in the valley one day, and saw potential in him. At that time Lu Fau was his head student, and Yin were mostly carrying out pointless repetitive tasks to strengthen his discipline and core strength.
Master Gan Fang didn't train his students the same way, they were different people and had different talents. Yin Hu showed promise in the art of improvisation, and was trained in a style that would allow him to use the cores of many techniques in many different ways depending on situation.

Yin is fully trained and is about to leave his master and wander around the world and seek wisdom and perhaps an apprentice or two. He holds his master in the highest of regards and knows that while other masters claims he is boasting, Master Gan Fang is a mighty warrior, and truly capable of any feat he says he has performed.
Before his journey, Master Gan Fang has told Yin Hu that his final lesson will be at the annual battle tournament at Secret Cove. What he means by that, Yin doesn't know.

My relation to... Boar.
This hulking monstrosity of the Smiling Fist School if pretty much Yin's worst nightmare in battle. While they have never faced each other in the ring Yin has had the fortune of seeing the Orc train and is well aware that the training dummies aren't supposed to break like that.

Boar's headstrong attitude and lust for fighting is the polar opposite of the calm and calculating Yin. They might never be friends, but Yin respects Boar as a fellow martial artist, and secretly hopes that they will never have to face each other in battle, for Yin may not walk away from it.

[User]
The blurring assault from Tsubo's classmate momentarily caught Duang off guard. Some of the lesser seasoned martial artists were in awe of the half-elf's speed. They began chatting amongst themselves, sizing up Lee and Seikatsu with strategies for the approaching tournament. Duang clenched his teeth and pridefully refused to show any sign of pain. He jumped back onto his feet. "How dare you, half-breed!" Duang spat on the floor, brandishing the broadsword fastened on his back. "I'll skin you alive!" The disciple of the Grieving Spider charged toward Seikatsu, whose attention was more focused on Lee.

Tsubo's anger never settled since the throw, and his brother of the Shallow Step's intervention aggravated him even more. "Get your hand off me!" The dwarf swatted Seikatsu's hold from his shoulder. "You've got your own battles to deal with now." Tsubo said, hinting at Duang, who was within striking distance of Seikatsu. The dwarf lowered his center of gravity then immediately sprung for Lee's ankles like a wild cat. The sudden attack nearly matched Seikatsu's twitch speed. If he succeeded on getting close, Tsubo was ready to grapple Lee onto the floor and go for an ankle lock. This technique was not of Master Iyo's teaching. Wrestling is a standard for northern dwarves who grew up in the Grand Tortoise mines. Tsubo's pride was clearly at stake here.

While a fight was starting to break out on the ship, the wall of fog surrounding the vessel grew more dense, blocking out the sun and everything else in sight. Navigation through such conditions was a testament to the skills of the Captain and his crew. It won't be long until they reach their destination...

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"Lu Fau? What are you doing here? Is your quest of revenge finally at an end? Master will be so pleased to see you."

Lu Fau looked at the manbeast with a stern expression. He recognized Yin more clearly now, but the memories of his past prior to entering the Catacombs of Khijo were hazy. It was like recalling a vivid dream, and after years of living in solitude, it was refreshing to come across a familiar face from his old life. But the manbeast seemed more different now. He was no longer a cub. Not just in a physical sense, but with his fighting spirit as well. This was likely forged from the baptism of Master Gan Fang's rigorous teachings, a feat not easily obtained.

"Forgive me...Yin, was it?" He seemed momentarily lost in thought before returning his attention. Lu Fau refrained from answering Yin's question about his quest and focused on a more lighter topic. "Much time has passed. How is the old war dog? Still bruising his disciples with that wooden practice sword of his?"

[Assistant]
Lee really had to stop thinking with his crotch. This lady was old enough to be his grandmother. Course he was always polite and didn't want beat on the poor old woman.

"Honestly I am seeing someone right now and it's wrong for me to cheat." He said before running for his lfe basically. Before he could dive for the ocean and swim for it he was stopped by someone talking to him. The other person seemed to know who Lee was.

Lee looked at the man and nodded. "Yes I am. Wouldn't call myself violent but... Yah I'm Lee." Sory but I don't really know your name. Also thanks for stopping that dwarf. I hate fighting people I don't really know." He said smiling.

[User]
Boar had gotten a good look at what was happening and saw the dwarf had been paused twice but was still continuing on for his smiling fist sibling. He got up from his 'hidden' position with a coil of rope and threw it down on the deck below behind lee's feet. It wasn't an expert attack to entangle the dwarf just as he sped through the open coils, it was a block in the way to make the dwarf ram into it or come to a stop as the lumbering brute came down the stairs.

As dumb as he projected himself to be to others, he was at least of average intelligence, but stereotypes were easier to pull off most of the time in crowds. Hopefully his rope was enough to make the rock-biter slow or shift for him to close the distance. Otherwise he was going to have to grab the human and dwarf each by a leg and pull them apart like a pair of dogs.

"Stop dwarf, or I'll stop you... Hi Lee."

[Assistant]
"Much time has passed. How is the old war dog? Still bruising his disciples with that wooden practice sword of his?"

That settled it, it was Lu Fau. No one who hadn't been one of Gan Fang's students would mention the wooden sword so casually. Yin gave his comrade a smile full of the razor-sharp teeth of a predator. Yin had spent hours practising to smile like a human, but the teeth always broke the illusion of friendliness.
"Master is very well. He is below decks right now, meditating" Yin leaned closer and lowered his voice "Sleeping."
He straightened his back again and became aware of an almost uncomfortable heat. He looked down and saw the cup of tea and remembered. He'd been so caught up in meeting Lu Fau that he'd actually forgotten the tea. Well, he could be certain now that it wasn't poisoned or tampered with in any way. Master Gan Fang would've beaten any such inclination out of his students at a very young age. He tasted it, and drew in lots of air at the same time to give the taste more depth. There was a definite taste of chamomile, which was used as a medicine for settling upset stomachs. Something else as well… Yin couldn't identify it, but he was sure that if a fellow student of Gan Fang thought it would help then it surely would. He made a mental note of asking Lu Fau about the ingredients, for the return journey. He swallowed and let out a satisfied "aah".
Yes, a tea so good must help with his seasickness… Seasickness?

Once again Yin became aware of something he'd forgotten. That the world was rocking and nothing stood still. He panicked and turned to the only aid he could find, the tea. In three big gulps he emptied the whole thing and then gasped for air. Tiny black spots danced in front of his eyes for a second and disappeared again. The fluid in his stomach actually helped, it felt warm, reassuring and strangely fitting, because it sloshed around just like the ship, it stayed still while the rest of the world was mad.
He would've been alright if a wave from a passing ship hadn't struck the side of the ship at that exact moment. The calm zen-like nature of the tea inside Yin turned into a stormy nightmare, and the boat rocked more violently than before. While not a problem to most passengers, to Yin it felt like he was being turned upside down. His body reacted on instinct and let his legs give way. Yin found himself sitting on his ass with his back against the railing. Slowly he breathed in and out through his nose. It took all his concentration.
"I'm not very good with ships and things…" He managed after a few seconds.
"Some martial artist, huh? My greatest foe is floating wood."