[System]
Ritualist

Age:31

Gender: Female

Species: Human(ish)

Appearance:

Lenya is a tall Germanic woman with straw blond hair. She is pretty, although her high cheekbones and angular features seem to conspire to rob her of true beauty. She has a hiker's lean trim build which bespeak many years of alpine life in her native Austria. Although her eyes are a piercing blue, they are usually kept behind the half moon glasses she wears to aid her with her reading.

Lenya dresses conservatively in stylish but expensive clothing with a particular affection for tailored suits. She is frequently seen carrying a small leather briefcase in which she keeps her research notes and ritual tools.

Despite having lived in the United States for several years, and her best efforts, Lenya has been unable to eradicate her crisp Austrian accent.

Background: Lenya grew up in wealth and privilege in southern Austria with her sisters, mother and grandmother. It is no accident that her family was one of the few to avoid destruction and ruin in the turbulent years following the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire. At some point in the dimly imagined past Lenya's ancestors gained magical powers through a bargain of some sort. Ever since that day the women of the family have been blessed with certain occult powers. Over the centuries they have grown in power and sophistication through careful training and research.

The female members of the clan stick together in order to create an effective coven for protection and the use of rituals. Men in the form of husbands and lovers are occasionally associated with the coven but rarely remain in the picture for long. Each member is taught the lore of the clan from birth and encouraged to experiment and add to the knowledge of the group.

After receiving an excellent education by the traditional means of expensive private tutors. Lenya attended the University of Innsbruk and earned first a bachelor's and eventually a PhD in Anthropology. During this time she traveled the world, particularly to the old German Colonies in Papua New Guinea and Micronesia to conduct field work. This field work provided an excellent opportunity to gather lore about ritual traditions in far flung corners of the world to add to her family's impressive collection of grimoires.

After a scandal involving the disappearance of certain valuable cultural artefacts, Lenya left her post at the University of Innsbruck to conduct field work amongst the tribes of the Penobscot in Northern Maine and Southeastern Canada. During this research she first encountered Wells and Raich.

The firm sought out the Penobscot regarding a troubling Wendigo which had been transgressing cultural taboos. Intrigued, Lenya joined the investigation and helped to lay the beast to rest. Since then Wells and Raich has frequently employed the Austrian both for her ritual skill and her knowledge of far flung magical traditions

Current Life:
Lenya had been a guest of the Penobscot for over a year before she began to work for Wells and Raich. After this association became more formalized she purchased a property on nearby Islesboro. She has spent an enormous amount of money, wire transferred in euros with no questions asked, to rebuild the ancient stone cottage into a modern dwelling. Many of her particular requirements, including floors inlaid with strange silver designs, windows at precise spacing and angles, vast skylights and oddly but precisely carved doorways, have set tongues wagging in the small island community.

Lenya spends a good deal of time socializing with other Wells and Raich employees and is always eager to add more to the voluminous notebooks she keeps in neatly handwritten German.

Personality:
Lenya is a driven and professional woman and approaches every situation as an opportunity to learn. This occasionally backfires when people get the impression that she is looking at them like a disector looking at a specimen.

She has a natural caution and tends to underrate the ability of others while overrating her own. She is friendly and personable and willing to help other people out, particularly if this leads to them falling into her debt. The coven mentality means that she is willing to do what is required to help the team succeed and tends to view morality as a luxury to be consumed after survival is assured.

Lenya is almost obsessed by the development of arcane knowledge and power. Her goals usually line up with Wells and Raisch but there is little doubt in her mind that she and her sisters take precedence over any other allegiance.

Lenya has a close relationship with her sisters and frequently calls on them for advice and support in her enterprises.

Following a childhood accident in a hayloft Lenya has a fear of fire and of being burned. She is also somewhat uncomfortable in the presence of men, having spent most of her life among women and then in an adversarial academic environment where her gender counted against her.

Schools of Study: Ritualology/Alchemology

Specialization: Thaumaturgy, Hexes, Arcane Artifice, Brewing.

Spells: Most of Lenya's arsenal is ritual based and cannot be produced on the spot.

Fortune's Favorite: Lenya has access to certain hexes which can be quickly produced. These twist probability and chance in her favor or against others. This temporary alteration in probability has to be balanced out later, either by careful ritual dispersal or by a catastrophic equalization of bad luck.

Upon a Starry Mountain - Lenya can cause localized intense wind and storms, particularly if the weather is already bad.

Abilities:

Swiss Army Witch - Lenya has a truly impressive mastery of ritual magic, particularly Thaumaturgy. All of these rituals take time however and thus are not always useful in a crisis.

Arcane Artificer: Ritual craft requires the creation of ritual tools, as such Lenya is well aquainted with the construction of certain classes of enchanted items. She is also able to use these to 'macro' rituals for later use. She is reluctant to share these items with team mates without great need.

Coven: Lenya is one of five sisters and can draw on their knowledge and occasionally their assistance in her endeavours. This works both ways of course which occasionally causes problems for her teammates. Only one of her sisters is currently in the US however and they have their own projects to attend to.

Old Money: It is probably better people didn't ask where it comes from, but Lenya has substantial private means.

Academic Alchemist: Lenya has an interest in alchemy and maintains an extensive lab at her property on Isleboro. Her interest is in understanding her rituals in this new medium. As a result these potions are a little unreliable and have an unhealthy experimental dimension which is not always appreciated.

Trust Me: Lenya is naturally engaging and can augment this by the use of simple rituals and glamors.

Total Recall: Lenya can use her ritual skills to achieve a near eidetic memory of past events.

Combat Virgin: Lenya has no particular interest in or aptitude for physical combat, and much prefers to boil someone's blood from the comfort of a ritual circle. She views guns with a europeans suspicion and will require significant instruction from her teammate to become proficient in any kind of face to face combat.

The Lure of Knowledge: Lenya is fundamentally motivated by a quest to gather arcane knowledge for herself and her coven. This has in the part led to some questionable tactical decisions.

Equipment:

Little Briefcase of Horrors - Lenya carries a briefcase with a variety of ritual implements including knives, blood, incense and other equipment.

There Aren't Many Like it but This One is Mine: Lenya carries an athamae which was custom made for her on the day of her birth. It's exact origin is a carefully guarded secret of her coven and she keeps it concealed within an expensive fountain pen.

Rings on Her Fingers and Bells on her Toes: Lenya wears hand crafted jewelry of silver and polished copper. She uses these as vehicles for rituals performed earlier. The materials are expensive and time consuming to prepare.

Point and Shoot: Lenya has recently purchased a glock 9mm because the internet suggested that this was the best choice. It is currently considerably more dangerous to her than to the enemy.

Make a Note of It: Lenya is never seen without a notebook and pencil. She keeps notes obsessively.

[User] Drake crawled across the pavement, panting and exhausted. Though he tried as fast as he could to get to the office he had the sinking feeling in his stomach that it was all for naught. Slowly approaching the front doors into the lobby, he would tumble through the entrance. He didn't look up as he tried to speak. "Did I make it on time?" My hood concealed my exhausted and sweat ridden face.

[Assistant]
Max watched in discomfort as the kitchenette filled up with people in what seemed like seconds, forcing him to abandon all hope of a one-on-one conversation. Holding his donut and newly acquired book over his head in an effort to keep them from being squashed or defaced, respectively, Max was slowly forced up against the wall of the small room. He looked in dismay at his briefcase and Thermos, sitting tantalizingly close on the counter but blocked by a vampire (Max was bad with names- Atlas, was it?) and a kid he had never seen before (possibly an alchemist? they always had a certain look to them, it seemed). Might as well be the Berlin Wall.

Unable to get a word in edgewise, Max attempted an awkward reach-around to grab his stuff, but realized it was unwise to violate the personal space of a vampire, even one he knew like Atlas. Out of options and unable to get a word in edgewise, Max decided to simply wait a few minutes for the kitchenette to empty out before retrieving his property. Now the only trick was getting out.

Pressed up against the wall, still lifting a Bavarian cream donut and one of the classic occult reference books above his head, Max slowly shimmied along the wall towards the door, his cordovan loafers scuffing on the linoleum floor. He smiled at Glory on the slow, shuffling way out the kitchenette door, mouthed "thank you, dear" at her as he tucked the book under his arm and snagged a fresh corn muffin.

Max arrived at his desk just in time to hear Jaklo's warning- a new case. Great. Max felt that careful scholar's excitement welling up in his stomach. His stomach promptly grumbled- he had had nothing today but a cup of coffee. With that thought in mind, he quickly wolfed down the donut before starting on the muffin at a slower, more leisurely pace, careful of where any crumbs might fall. He didn't think it'd be appropriate to be eating during the meeting.

Max took a moment to gather up a couple materials that might be helpful to whatever discussion was about to take place- his notebook, Tobin's Spirit Guide, his pocket-sized Ouija set. He stopped briefly and cringed at the crack of wood breaking, but seeing no immediate danger, shrugged and continued to put his notes together. As he had learned over the last month, there was a volatile mix of personalities in this place. Not surprising someone would get rubbed the wrong way and lash out, as long as they left him out of it. Max had no (mortal) enemies and intended to keep things that way.

With all of his notes and resources tucked under his arm, he walked in Seph's office and sat down quietly, patiently waiting for the briefing to begin.

[User]
Max, it seemed, had the right idea. This adolescent posturing was as dangerous as it was annoying. She slid sideways out of the small crowd and came face to face with Glory Grey. She smiled at the other woman, rolled her eyes and mouthed the words 'boys', before ruffling the little dogs head and slipping out of the room. She wondered if there was a reason that Wells and Raik hired such apparently unfeasibly young men. Perhaps the relative rarity of magically talented individuals led to a kind of 'any port in a storm' effect. Perhaps there were few older males because they destroyed themselves in childish fits before they could get their testosterone under control.

Visiting the bathroom on the way to her office, she carefully washed her hands. Some time ago she had seen a demonstration of how many bacteria the average person left after washing and this made her extra fastidious about the practice. Thus cleansed she returned to her office and collected the book, her briefcase and a large tablet she kept in her desk drawer. She pressed her thumb into the finger print scan and unlocked it. Four new messages. One from Mother, wondering how she was. Two were trash that had somehow slipped past her filters, the fourth was from Emmaline, subject line: Ritual. She thumbed it open as she set off down the hall. As always the text of the ritual was covered with notations in bright red pen and tiny German notations. Leaky. Suboptimal. Meta-inocian? Stick with a single syntax at least. She rolled her eyes and muttered something uncomplimentary towards her pedantic sister.

She reached the office without further incident. Max was already inside. Raised voices echoed down the hall. She wanted more coffee but decided against risking another trip into the fray. Not taking one of Glory's corn muffins also struck her as a mistake. She contemplated further negotiations with future Lenya about working out and decided it might be just as well. Taking a seat across the table from Max she opened her briefcase and removed her notebook, slipping the tablet away as she did so.

"And I thought universities were the pinnacle of brooding adolescence," she commented. She pushed the printed copy of Die Shriken und Wunder across the table towards Max. A further thought occurred to her.

"Glory doesn't read German does she? I don't want to upset her with a book she might consider unholy."


[System]
Child of
Darkness

Nickname:
"Tread carefully." (Will respond to Prince and Asher, but not much else)

Age:
"Old enough to make you regret prying so much." (27)

Gender:
"You're not going to ask me to drop my drawers to check, are you?" (Male)

Sexuality:
"You're joking, right?" (Heterosexual)

Relationship Status:
"Do I look like the type to waste time with such things?" (Single)

Species:
"You mean the big black wings don't give it away?" (Demon)

Occupation:
"Oh you know, crown prince of darkness and all that." (Prince, warrior)

Likes:
-People with strength of character
-Confident individuals
-Those with a sharp wit
-Books

Dislikes:
-Sweet things (figurative and literal)
-Formalities
-Weak willed people
-Naivety
-Flattery

Fears:
-Failure
-Being tied down by others

Balmung- A weapon that denotes Asher's status as royalty. The blade has seen many battles long before it came into his possession and is known throughout both kingdoms. Asher personally thinks it looks downright ridiculous.

Personality:
As prince of the land of Darkness, Asher has long since known that he has an image to uphold and in many ways, he is almost the quintessential child of darkness. He is generally cold and calculating, keeping everybody around him at an arm's length and then then telling them to take another step back. Most would describe him as curt, if not sardonic at the best of times, dismissive and hostile at the worst. This goes doubly so for those that try to suck up to him or merely say what they think he wants to hear.

The one person Asher relies on is himself, which has led to him being extremely independent and having an air of confidence that skirts all too dangerously with arrogance. Consequently, his problems are dealt with pragmatically and with little sentiment. But above all else, he values strength and cunning, as he believes using both in equal measure is the only way to make it far in this world.

Asher values people that are bluntly honest and willing to challenge him and his ideals, although this is a quality he finds to be in awfully short supply in the capital. For the few that have managed to get close to him, despite his best efforts, they will find an individual that is proud of his land and will do whatever he believes is necessary to better his people.

History:
To this day, Asher is still unsure of why the King of Darkness took him in after his parents died. It is impossible to say whether the old man took pity on the infant or merely believed that Asher would prove to be useful to him later on. Truth be told, the prince does not truly care which it was, because even though the king has never been the warmest father figure, he is still the only family he has ever known. Their relationship has always been a distant one, with Asher playing the role of the son always chasing after those brief moments where he caught his father looking at him with pride, even if they were few and far between.

Whether he is conscious of it or not, the effects of this dynamic can be traced throughout Asher's past. It was the reason he studied hard and practiced harder. It was why he kept taking on more responsibilities and challenges as he grew up. And every time he caught that faint hint of surprise in his father's eyes, it made him try all that much harder to be better. In time, it was his own successes that began to drive him forward. Each new spell he mastered, each new sword technique he learned, and every bruise he received taught him the value of hard work.

Childhood flew past him in a hurry, which left little time for friends or innocence. But Asher was fine with that and was well past ready to leave the capital, the place in which he had been confined to for the first 25 years of his life. And although he was still a toddler by most demons' standards, the prince had long since been ready to see the world outside of those walls. This desire led him to the battlefield, where he quickly made a name for himself. But the war was never something Asher took joy in, as he fought more so as a duty he owed to the people that had bled for him. And after only two years of it, he has found the futility of it all exhausting.

Change, he realized, was exactly what the world was in desperate need of.

Extra
Although he does sport a pair of nifty wings, Asher does not find flying to be all that enjoyable. "It's grossly overrated, really."

Theme song

[User]
With his attention back on the half-naked man, Asher found himself questioning his origins. The mutt with a brown mop obviously knew the angel, but how he knew her and why he was here in the forest would be instrumental in deciding his fate.

But before he could voice any these thoughts, as seemed to be becoming the case more and more frequently, another character revealed their presence. The incorporeal form made him suspect the figure before him was a phantom, but there was something about that didn't feel quite right. That little suspicion was confirmed when he recognized her voice from his time at court.

"Livia, was it?" he asked, certain that it was indeed the ancient wraith. Demonic politics was a tiresome game of who-knows-who, one which Asher had entertained briefly and had made sure that he knew everyone. Last he heard, the wraith had been off following her own devices, so seeing her here left the prince wary. Especially with that predatory gleam she had when her eyes darted to the angel.

"Watch yourself," he warned with ice in his voice, "She is not yours to take from me." He let his words hang in the air for a few silent moments, giving his unspoken threat time to sink in. Then in the next instant his expression and tone were neutral once more. "But your help would be greatly appreciated. I would have you scout the area, as I'm beginning to become paranoid of more interlopers discovering us." It was phrased as an order, but he knew better than to disrespect a being as old as the wraith, "Is that agreeable with you, Livia?"

[Assistant]
The king shook his head at the faerie's news. "No. That won't be necessary. If we were to that, it would only worsen the situation... Instead I will assign a small team of soldiers to go and retrieve her. Until that time, go and assist those who are in need of help. Understood? " The old man replied to the faerie.

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@Narcotic Dollie@Sarcelle Renard@SouffleGirl123

While Octavia slept, she had a familiar dream... Or perhaps a forgotten memory resurfacing for the first time in a long while. She saw a much smaller, younger version of herself, with bright orange hair, and a young boy with black wings. The two of them seemed to be playing together at the border. Suddenly, the young version of herself tripped and fell into the dark world. Her hair instantly darkened to the shade of auburn red that she currently had. Her play mate had kneeled down beside her and tried to comfort the sobbing child version of herself, kissing better the injury on her hand. The two then smiled and giggled before returning to their games, happier than ever.

At one point, the two had stopped playing and Octavia touched the boy's jet black wings with an awe struck expression. " Your wings... They're so pretty...! " The small angel said. "Let's play again tomorrow, OK?"

A wave of sadness swept over her as Octavia heard those words as she knew that she wasn't going to see her playmate tomorrow... Or ever again.

Octavia slowly opened her eyes and blinked slowly glancing at her surroundings while in a daze. However, one man caught her attention. " Black... Wings...? " She reached out as far as she could, just barely able to touch the tips of his wings with the tips of her fingers.

" Your wings... They are so beautiful... " Octavia murmered softly, smiling gently. Her arm fell limp and back to her side once more.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her. She found herself unable to breath and her throat burned like embers covered the insides of her lungs. Her body arched upwards and she gasped for air as she struggled to breath. She veins, for a few moments, turned an inky black. Octavia cried out in pain as she broke out into a fierce sweat and tears flowed heavily from her eyes, before the pain and agony disappeared altogether. She rolled onto her side and black blood poured heavily from her mouth as she coughed furiously between gasps for air until the blood from her mouth turned to its usual crimson color.

There she lay breathing exasperated, heavy breathes as the black blood froze onto the ground and on her face. An abundance of frost had accumulated on her body. She could now see with both eyes as her breathes stabilized. " Where... Am I..? "

[User]
Renard@Ace of flames01

Livia frowned behind her hood. Damn! she thought, so close, slightly faster and she'd have been mine. The wraith knew better than to express her opinion on the matter. Whilst she doubted the prince carried the necessary arms to do her any harm she would prefer to not have the whole kingdom hunting her down.

Upon being asked whether the orders were acceptable she was puzzled. Asher was the prince he held seniority, as a soldier sworn to his father's service she was bound to obey. Then she remembered, unlike most people she dealt with he knew what she could do, she smiled at this behind her hood and then replied.

'Of course my prince, whatever the scions of the dark require' with that she floated away a short distance and raised her arms above her head. Baleful energy began to ensconce her finger tips and then she directed the energies towards the ground. She turned and floated back to the prince whilst behind her the earth began to shudder.

At first the vibrations were minor, then they grew stronger as though something were burrowing beneath the surface. Then the tip of a sword burst from the ground scattering mud and debris across the clearing. Gripping the sword was a skeletal hand sheathed in rusting plate armour, and as Livia returned to float before the prince the skeletal warrior pushed its way out of the dirt. It was followed by another skeletal figure a few moments later. The two figures stood silently, weapons at the ready. They were armoured from head to toe, their ancient armour caked in grime, rust, dust and mud. The warriors open faced helms revealed the decaying visages of the ancient warriors Livia had called to serve, although they were so ancient there was little left to decay. The two figures both looked to Livia their empty eye-sockets regarding the shadowy form of the wraith, who turned and with a skeletal finger set them on their way. The skeleton's eye sockets were illuminated by blue flames as they left, and likewise two pinpricks of blue flame appeared behind Livia's hood.

'The dead permeate this place my prince, and they are eager to serve. If there are any who would challenge us we shall know. Livia's voice still came as chorus of whispers as she spoke, but now she projected more authority into the sound. It didn't make the sound any more natural however, if anything it made the sound of her speech even more unsettling.'I must ask however, to what end have you decided to seize an angel from your father's sworn enemies?'

Then the angel spoke. Livia eyed the being warily, the flames that covered her eyes glowing with fresh intensity as she eyed the wounded being in front of her. 'Where you are is none of your concern child, do as you are told and no harm need befall you.' With that Livia turned her attention back to the prince awaiting his answer.

[Assistant]
Great. The wraith is back.

Naya looks longingly back to the salt ring still lying undisturbed a few feet away, but it appears the prince knows this one, even calling her 'Livia', so the human supposed she was safe for the time being. Still, their terse meeting earlier that morning had left a sour taste in the witch's mouth. Then the shadowy figure summons forth her skeleton minions and Naya relaxes just a touch so she can better appreciate them.

They were just darling, weren't they?

The angel draws Naya's attention when she reaches up, her fingertips just barely ghosting along the edges of Asher's wings. "Your wings…they're so beautiful," the redhead murmurs softly, the edges of her lips upturned into a small smile. The image would have been strikingly lovely, except the ethereal being chooses this moment to wretch, black blood pooling from her mouth and running down her chin in macabre rivulets.

Naya is crouched next to her in an instant, rolling the angel on her side to prevent her from choking on her own vomit and her front is facing the fire's scorching heat. "Let it out, little dove," the witch soothes, brushing back the scarlet strands of hair to keep them from being sullied even farther.

"Where...Am I…?"

"Where you are is none of your concern child, do as you are told and no harm need befall you."

Naya snorts. This Livia's bedside manner left a little something to be desired. "You're in the Deathwood, Angel," the brunette says, ignoring the spirit's previous comment and unraveling her long scarf again. The frost that had begun to form on the other woman's face has started to melt, but it'll be back the second they move her away from the blaze. "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to bind your wings down," Naya informs the angel, flashing her what was meant to be an encouraging smile. "Just until I can fix them."

"Prince," Naya starts, shifting her gaze back to the demon. "I need you to hold her up so I can wrap them," she informs, nodding to the angel's injured wings. "Be sure to keep her close to the fire."

"Just sit her up, nice and slow. You can even hold her in your lap, if that would make you feel better."

Renard@Karos@Ace of flames01@SouffleGirl123

[User]
Asher was about to wordlessly comply with Naya's request, but her remark threw him off. How would having her in my lap make anyone feel better? wondered to himself, but opted to glare at the witch rather than let his bewilderment become apparent.

Satisfied that he had saved enough face, he keeled next to the semi-coherent angel and wrapped one arm around her waist and placed his other hand behind her head for support. Just as Naya instructed, the prince brought her to a sitting position as carefully as he could, taking moment to answer Livia's question, "She's the key ending this war. One way or another, the king of light will lose his will to continue fighting."

Although healed the most part, the princess was still cold as ice and her eyes seemed struggle to stay focused. "Get on with it," he said, far more brusquely than he intended. "Please," he offered in a softer tone.

The prince was quickly beginning to come to the conclusion that sooner he was done with angel the better off he would be. Being near the creature was affecting him in ways he couldn't even begin to understand.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
DNA: Harpy Eagle, Feline (Egyptian Mau)

Personality: Laconic and somber, Flick is a stoic man of few words. Despite not saying a lot, however, he makes it very clear how he feels about his fellow avians: they are his family. He puts them first and foremost over just about anything. Flick has a mostly serious nature, and can be a bit of a buzzkill. He wasn't always this way; before he was sent off for his first tour, Flick was much more open and warm. When he returned, he was closed off and seemed to hold everyone at an arm's length. He's gotten a little better, but he's still not quite the same.

Appearance: Flick is tall and lean muscled. His skin is a midtone olive, and he has dark brown eyes. His hair, once messy curls, has been kept shaved down in recent months. When Flick returned from his tour, he had quite a few new scars. He once had a long, flexible cat tail with silver fur and black spots, the end of which would constantly flick (hence the name). When he returned, said tail was mysteriously missing. He had yet to divulge what how exactly he lost it.

His other remaining feline traits are impeccable night vision, balance, reflexes, agility, and speed. All of these are much greater than that of a normal human. He also has a short, fuzzy black mane that runs down his spine to where his tail once was, now just a nub. His nails, if not kept filed down, will grow into claws, and his teeth are just a little sharper than normal.

Flick's wings are those of a harpy eagle. They are dark grey on the topsides, and white with grey dapples on the underside. They are very large and very strong, his wingspan reaching 14 feet. He was designed with lift power in mind, and he can fly while carrying up to 160 pounds.

Other: N/A for now

History: Flick, like his fellow bird kids, was created at Chimera. He grew up there in a similar fashion: caged most of his life, let out for schooling and training, but under careful guarding. When Flick turned 18, it was decided that he was ready for an experimental trial run. He was taken from the facility and shipped overseas, into the desert battlefields of the current war. His tour lasted four months before he was brought back. After that, Flick has never really been the same.

Realizing that the same fate awaited his peers, Flick was the driving factor in urging an escape. Having had the most time in the real world (if one could it that), he's been crucial to the flock's survival.

[User]
Rook couldn't remember the last time he was outside.

For so long, all he knew was the box and the voice. The voice would ask him questions, and he would answer them, and answer them, and answer them, until the voice was happy. Sometimes he answered a question wrong, and the voice would yell at him, saying that he was going to be a failure. Other times, the voice would congratulate him, saying he did a good job. Sometimes he would ask the voice something, and it would stop talking to him. After a while, the voice would ask him more questions, like nothing happened.

He hated the voice, he realized. But he couldn't do anything about it. He would go to sleep, and he would wake up, and he would be-

...not in the box. He looked up, confused, until the memories came back to him. Waking up to the door opening. Flying, for the first time in so long, away from the hated place. The running and the rain, never ending.

He looked up, and he could see the others were still asleep. He saw Flick sitting at the edge of their cave...and he saw the sunlight. Finally, he thought. The endless rain was over, and he saw sunlight for the first time in years. For a while, he sat there, lying down, taking in the beauty of the sun. He finally sat up a bit, and went over what they learned last night in his head.

A city, he said. There was a city nearby. It was dangerous, but there was food there. And they needed the food. Maybe there was a way to sustain the group in the forest, he thought to himself, as Flick left the cave. He'd have to bring it up, he thought, as he sat up, looking at the rest of the group.

[Assistant]
Three nights ago

Mal clung to the rock, gulping in breath after harsh, ragged breath. The pounding rains left the stones slick with rainwater, and her palms grasped onto the wet surface as though it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut. She thought she might be sick, a thought followed all-too-abruptly by her retching, vomiting up bile and whatever was left of her last malnutritious meal at the Chimera facility.

She didn't think she could hear anything following them, but her ears remained strained, desperately trying to make some kind of sense out of every sound that made it to her through the storm. Was that just the wind bashing rain into the rocks? Or was it a helicopter in the distance? Was that faint distant light the headlights of a passing car, or a search party, already beginning to track them down? She was going out of her mind with fear and worry. Pressing her face into the stone, she screwed her eyes shut even tighter and pressed against whatever was left of a 'dry' surface under the shallow cavelike indentation.

Her wings were sopping wet, stretching out uncomfortably onto the rocks behind her, and yet she wasn't in the right enough mind to pull them back in. So they simply lay there.

"Please," she found herself whispering, and hating herself for it, "someone help me."

When she eventually fell asleep, it was as she was crying.

Present

Mal groaned as the early dawn light hit her in the face like a freight train, and she reflexively tossed an arm up over her head. "Go 'way," she moaned. The sun, however, did not go away, and was irritatingly persistent. Eventually, she accepted the fact that she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore and lifted the arm, peering out from under it at the sun. "Nice to see you," she yawned, grinning a little. It had been a very...very...long time since she'd seen the sun. In person, not in a video or a simulation or a hallucination or something.

Her malaise had largely slackened off; she didn't have time to worry about what had happened, or what might happen, when she was busy trying to keep herself and her family alive. As she sat up, yawning and stretching her wings out just a bit, she heard Dizzy talking to Flick from a bit away, and stumbled over to them, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes and miserably failing. She was still wearing the dirty, torn hospital gown, simply because she had nothing else to wear, and she pulled at it in irritation. It certainly wasn't comfortable, though the massive jagged rips in the back to let her wings out had gone some way towards alleviating that issue. She flopped an arm and Rook in a halfhearted attempt at a wave as she walked.

"I think..." she paused, heaving a colossal yawn, "...I think we should head into that city. Just to a junkyard or something. All the videos and classes said that people have a lot of different kinds of clothes they wear. These," she plucked at the sleeve of the gown, this time not as angrily, to demonstrate, "won't cut it, I don't think."

"Also," she added (mostly towards Dizzy) as she suddenly felt the void in her stomach, "there's prob'ly food there. And I don't know about you, Flick, but I need it. The berries and things aren't enough."

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Crash rolled over as he awoke in the cave, he brushed dirty from his face and arms as he sat up and stretched out his wings. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, the sun was so much brighter than his cage had ever been. He grinned as he took a few deep breaths of fresh air, free air, and he savored the way the forest and the cave smelled. The past three days had been the best of his life, although cold from the constant rain, half starved, and exhausted he was free. He stood up, here he could stand tall with his wings spread wide, at the facility his cage was too small for his wings to stretch, back there he could only stretch his wings when they permitted in training. Although his belly ached from lack of food it reminded him that his life was now in his own hands, it was up to him to feed himself and to survive. If freedom meant pain and discomfort he would gladly take it, even this was better than his life in the cage. He noticed the others were talking and he approached them.

"I want to go to the city." Crash announced to the others who were talking about leaving the forest. The thought of exploring a new place was exciting, he wanted to know, to learn, about everything beyond his cage. "I could hunt for some breakfast for now though." He offered, the other's seemed hungry too and Crash was enjoying hunting, although he hadn't quite perfected it, flying through the forest in search of prey was exhilarating. He hadn't cared much for berries or nuts that had been savaged over the last three days but there was one day when he had caught a rabbit. The rabbit had been delicious and he wanted to catch more, but just about anything was better than the tasteless meal bars of the facility. He looked to Flick for instructions, the older boy seemed to have become the unofficial leader.

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Rook turned his head to face Mal, and then looked at his own clothing. His white uniform, formerly pristine, was torn up and covered in stains from mud, grass, and sweat. His shoes had been heavily torn up by the running, not built for the harsh terrain of the forest. He looked back up. "You make a good point..." Seeing that a few people were up and outside, he stood up, stretched his arms and wings, and walked outside.

Walking towards the group, he went over the options in his head. When the city was discovered, he had argued in favor of staying in the forest. They would be far safer in the wild than in the city, where their captors could have hidden agents around every corner. However, the rumbling of his stomach reminded him of why he was reconsidering his argument-they were starving. He had planned to make a bow and arrow to hunt deer, but he hadn't seen any. While the forest seemed safer, the city had more opportunities...and more food.

Standing near the group, he began to speak. "I've been thinking, thinking about it. I'm not...not sure we can survive here. Even if we could hunt, kill, we...we can't skin the carcasses." He began to fidget, twiddling his thumbs. "If we go in the city, we could find, have food, but we need to be careful, watchful. We'll need a place to sleep, too, unless we were to return to the forest to sleep." He looked up at the rest of the group, offering a shrug. "What do all of you think?"

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Flick looked up the sounds of the flock stirring. Dizzy approached him, optimistic for food. "No," Flick said briefly, handing the boy a fistful of hazelnuts and mulberries. Mal grumbled to life. She quickly brought up the argument to go into the city, citing the need for the food. It was an debate he'd been having with himself all night. Crash pitched in, and then, to his surprise, Rook. It seemed that they were a lot more open to the idea than he was. Flick knew he would soon be outnumbered.

"I think we should go into the city," He said, his voice calm and slightly gravely. It always sounded like that; probably from lack of use. "We'll have to be very careful; no talking to or taking food from strangers."

These guidelines were perhaps the most the boy had said since the escape. A sad fact, considering that he'd been much more vocal in the last three days. Perhaps now he just had more to say. He looked down at his own clothes: stained and torn scrubs, made of cheap, scratchy material. They stood out way too much for them all to go prancing into town at once. Perhaps he could go alone and find them some decent clothes. Or steal them. But then again, the idea of leaving the other kids alone worried him. Would they be okay?

He guessed they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. Flick took the rest of the berries and nuts into the cave and laid them out. "We'll have to go soon. If we get there early, there won't be many people out."

During his time...away, Flick had learned some basics about human society. People liked to sleep in. Cities didn't wake up until at least around seven. And now it was...five, maybe? He wasn't sure; telling time was one of his weak points.


[System]
Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Background: Killjoy's past is a closely held secret that no one knows, not even those who've known him since he started his career seven years ago. One thing's for sure though, he's one damn effective gun-for-hire. He's known best for his record of more than 200 confirmed kills, something he shows proudly with the tally-marks on his armor, and of completing every contract ever assigned to him. His last contract got him indebted to Starfire Company causing him to have to work off the debt. He eagerly awaits for his ten-year contract to end so he can go back to working solo.

Personality: Killjoy's arrogant, but he's got a pretty good reason for it. There's no mistaking that he's one of the best at his job and that job is making sure his target is going six feet under. He isn't completely without morals though, refusing to do any job that involves slavery or the murder of innocents. He's also a bit of a pessimist, but he claims that that's only because he wants to be prepared for the worst.

Gear:
- Two .45 Caliber Handguns
- One Machete
- Various lethal and non-lethal hand grenades
- Body armor that can stop most non-sustained small arms fire
- Helmet with tactical display

Personal Ship:

The V-17 Cobra Dropship is a re-purposed troop carrier meant to quickly transport up to twelve. Killshot's since customized it for deep space travel, more maneuverability, and more firepower. There's also a small armory inside where he keeps his various weaponry (including assault rifles, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) for missions that may require something more than his handguns can handle. It's no bigger than a Black Hawk Helicopter of the 21st century.

[User] No sooner than when Jaydaar finished reloading his assault rifle that it was wrenched from his grip by John, who then disappeared into the shadows before Jay could even glance back up. when the sword-wielding pirate came charging down the hall he fall into a low stance ready to counter, but had to keep himself from bursting out in laughter when the pirate was, almost-comically, tripped by John's extended foot. he was still recovering from the holding in his laughing fit when John started interrogating the pirate, but when he realized that john was bluffing him as a bloodthirsty man-eater to intimidate the pirate he immediately started playing along, baring his fangs and flexing his clawed fingers while standing over the pirate looking down at him with a predatory grin. though in the back of Jay's mind he was thinking 'is Bonecruncher really the best name he could come up with?'

[Assistant]
The pirate in John's grip was squirming with fear at Jaydaar's theatrics. The helmeted mercenary actually had to keep himself from laughing at the poor fool.

I'll talk! I'll talk! Just keep that thing away from me!" he shouted.

Good. I don't like sitting in one place for too long if I'm stuck in enemy territory. "Smart decision. Now how to do we get to the bridge from here?"

"Go down this hallway until you reach a fork. Once there, make a right and then a left. Continue that way until you get to the elevators. It'll be the top floor. When you get out, there'll be only one way to go," the terrified pirate said.

"Now was that so hard?" John said before knocking the pirate out with the butt of his own sword. The mercenary stood up and handed Jaydaar back the gun he was using as well as the sword that the previous wielder now no longer needed. "Here you go, big guy," he said, not even thinking about apologizing for using his comrade as bait or how he felt being left out of the loop of the plan. "We shouldn't meet too much resistance on our way there. I suggest throwing in a stun grenade before breaching and clearin-" The sound of an unfamiliar voice on Raptor Squad's radio channel interrupted John. "Took Starfire enough time to get their asses in gear. Welcome to the team, noobie. Now help our flyboys take out those fighters, will ya'?"

[User] Jay took back his rifle as well as the sword, he admired the latter for a moment before slipping it into his belt sash. he nodded at John suggestion to use a stun grenade, but as he didn't have one he looked among the pirates to see if they happened to have one while John was on the comm's with someone. He had no luck in finding a grenade and turned back to Mason as he finished on the comms with "Took Starfire enough time to get their asses in gear. Welcome to the team, noobie. Now help our flyboys take out those fighters, will ya?" Jay looked at him with a curious expression "did we get support?" He hadn't had the chance to fix his comm unit and was cut off from the Squad's comms.

[Assistant]
John nodded to his reptilian companion. "Sure did. Now let's get going to the bridge," he replied before drawing both of his pistols and slowly traversing the hallways, prepared for any more surprise encounters.

Following the interrogated pirate's instructions, it didn't take long before the two reached their destination. "Alright, I'll throw my stun grenade in there and as soon as it goes off, you put that rifle of yours on full-auto and turn everyone in there to Swiss Cheese. I'll mop up the survivors. Ready? Go."

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The ship's captain gripped the armrests of his chair in frustration. All contact had been lost with the boarding party on the mercenaries' ship. The Combat Mech was on its knees. Their expensive fighters were quickly becoming floating scrap. And, to top it all of, reports said that some of the mercenaries were now somewhere aboard his own ship. This whole operation was a complete disaster. "Send out every last fighter we have. Keep us connected to that last ship. We lose it, and we lose all of our ore," he shouted to his crew. Several of them frantically ran, console to console to give out their leader's orders. "And someone find those trespassers!" He heard a voice call out, "We're right here!" before a blinding light suddenly burst in front of him.

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The hanger bays of the cruiser opened once again as another swarm of fighters entered the fray. These ships were meant for much larger prey though. While slow, their hulls were much better protected than the previous ships. Their weapons were also much more of a threat. Instead of firing several shots at once, these would fire a single shot at its target that would completely obliterate any normal fighter of the same class. It would be a hard fight.

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"...one..." Johanna held her breath as she fired. The machine made an awful noise that made Johanna cringe as sparks flew everywhere. Before she could even process the idea of jumping off the T-40 there was a bright flash of light as the panel itself exploded in front of her. Johanna let out a cry as the force of the thankfully much smaller than expected explosion sent her flying backwards off the robot. She hit the ground a moment later with a sickening thud, her vision went dark...but only for a few seconds. She then felt pain, lots of pain, mainly in her right arm, and there was a horrible pounding in her head. She blinked her eyes as her blurred vision caught glimpse of the T-40. Other than the destroyed panel the machine appeared to be relatively intact. Only time would tell if the self-destruct was disabled.

Johanna tried to move, but the intense pain and dizziness that followed made her give up on that venture. She was having difficulty thinking straight, but it didn't take a genius to realise she probably had a concussion, and more than likely some broken bones. There was only one thing she could do, try to stay awake. If she fell asleep, she might not wake up again.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realised how stupid she was being, she had a comm in her helmet, why hadn't she called for help yet? With her arm that wasn't in pain she reached up to her helmet and turned on her communications.

"This is...this is Hawkins...I'm down...the...the cyborg is out too...help..."

[Assistant] "Good" Jay muttered as he made to follow John through the halls and corridors to the captain. He fiddled with his comm unit, trying to get it working again but had no luck. He put it away as they came up to the room that the pirate captain was in, nodding and getting on one side of the door before Mason threw his grenade in. He kept his eyes facing away until it exploded to keep from being blinded by it. once the sound of the grenade rang out he went through the door and raised his gun, opening fire on the closest stunned pirates, switching targets when one went down until he had to reload. he got most of them but the captain and some pirates at the back of the room were still alive.

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The few pirates that Jaydaar wasn't able to get, John was able to finish off with his two handguns. Or so he thought. Usually, a bullet between the eyes would kill its target, no matter its species. The captain though, being more machine than man, was able to duck behind cover with the only damage being a dent in his metal forehead.

A laser rifle in hand, the captain rose up from a chest high console and began taking pot shots at the two mercenaries. John turned to Jaydaar as they hid behind the wall and said, "Don't worry, I'll get him." Holstering both handguns, the helmeted mercenary ran through the door and threw his machete at the cyborg captain. The blade knocked the gun out of its target's hands and John immediately punched the man across the jaw, specifically in the part of him that was still fleshy and human.

The captain, now knocked to the ground, began to rise but was met by the barrel of one of John's guns. "Do you realize just how much my day has been ruined by you and your friends? I can handle all the new dents and scratches you put in my armor. I can handle having to buy who knows how much credits-worth of ammo. What I can't let you get away with, is how you made me lose track of my kill count. That's completely unforgivable. Say goodb-" The crackling of the radio interrupted him though as Johanna's voice came on. "Well, it seems today is your lucky day."

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As the pirates began to surround the mercenaries inside the Babylon, a familiar voice rang out from behind them. "Nobody move or metalhead gets it." John held the pirates' captain in an armlock with a gun pointed at his head. "I'm calling a trade. You give me my team back and I'll give you your leader back. Seem fair?"

The pirates all began talking amongst themselves before finally agreeing to the deal, to the relief of the indisposed captain.

Turning his comms, John gave orders to everyone still outside in their fighters. "Everyone outside, disengage and land your ships in the Alamo. A ceasefire's been called so I want you to follow the Babylon so we can finally drop off all this ore." The helmeted mercenary released the captain then and threw him back toward his ship.

"I better not see that helmet ever again, or else next time you won't be so lucky," the captain said with a scowl as he walked back inside his ship.

"Oh, don't worry. Something tells me that that'll never happen," John responded ominously.

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Eventually, the pirates disengaged their anchors and the three ships all flew off wherever their destination led them. The helmeted mercenary sat in the Babylon's mess hall watching a timer count down on his helmet. "Boom, he said as it finally reached zero. Why is it that pirates never seem to think to have guards posted in front of the engine's core? Ah well, my only regret is that I never got to see that hunk of junk turn into scrap myself. Guess I'll have to leave it all to my imagination. Rising from his seat, he made his way to the comms room of the Babylon to make a long-distance call to Starfire HQ. "We're a few minutes from landing. I thought I'd ask if we've got any assignments already lined up on Tharvis."

The silhouette-like hologram looked as if it was typing in something before finally responding, "Negative, Tharvis is a considered a neutral zone in the Xenovia Civil War. No contracts have been made with Starfire.

"Fine, I guess we'll just wait for further orders then," he responded. As soon as the hologram disappeared though, he added, "Not." John looked through a list of all the people he knew that would possibly hire a rag tag group of mercenaries like themselves. After a few calls, he chose the two highest paying jobs and sent it to all of his companions:

Pakhan Xena Nova may be the leader of a very dangerous group of criminals, but that doesn't mean that everything she does is illegal. Case in point, she's a major shareholder in a major banking and financial services holding company. Many times the Mota Clan has tried to find some kind of dirt to bring the company down, but to no avail. So we've been hired to bring it down a different way. Stealing everything of value in their vault. The Mota Clan hopes that no one will trust the bank with their money anymore and the company will end up going under. So, you want to pull off a bank heist?

This job sounds pretty simple. The Mota Clan has sent one of their higher ups to make a deal with some politician and we're supposed to kill that guy before he makes whatever the deal is. The problem is that that politician is the lord of Tharvis so he's going to be very well protected and, needless to say, so will our target. Sitting at a window across the street until we get the perfect shot isn't going to be possible, so we're going to have to break in and get our hands dirty.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Gary has light brown hair and green eyes. His hair is short and straight and low cut. He has thin eyebrows and a small body frame. He normally wears a white or blue t-shirt with his signature black striped yellow jacket. The stripes go across the jacket and the jacket has no pockets. He wears casual black sweat pants normally but is known to just wear whatever he needs to at any time.

Favorite Gundam series: Mobile Suit ZZ Gundam

Personality: Gary is a free spirited young man whom likes to joke and comment sarcastically whenever he thinks he can get away with it. He loves to just lounge around and dream about whatever comes to mind. He is very close to his brothers and views it as a personal insult to insult or screw around with any of them. Gary has been known to idly complain about things that bother him but he normally only does this when he is by himself or only with few people. Many people mistake him for a jock due to his surprisingly healthy look but in reality he rarely goes outside and only works out when he wants to. When he does it's either to eat or get supplies. He prefers the inside to the outside normally but he doesn't complain about going outside. However unknown to his hometown classmates, who are not into anime, he is proud to say he has watched over sixty different animes in his life so far, no small in part due to his father being an anime watcher since before he was a young teen, and has gotten into Gunpla. He is very passionate about his skills in gunpla battle but he doesn't take it personally if he loses or if someone insults him. He also doesn't brag about his skills tending to be more modest when it comes down to it. However if someone does do so (insulting his talents) he does hold a grudge of sorts which he won't actively pursue until he views it's the best time to do so.

As a gunpla maker he admits he isn't nearly as good as his older brother and not as technical as his younger brother and is happy with being simply above average. He likes to admire other people's works. His least favorite series is Gundam SEED and SEED Destiny due to him personally disliking Kira often mocking him calling him 'Jesus Yamato' and Shin Asuka as a garbage pilot. He grew fond of the more light hearted or silly pilots due to their more laid back personalities but does love the likes of Char Aznable and Graham Aker.

History: Born to the Miller Family in Southern New Jersey, Gary was said to have been oddly silent as a baby and had not even so much as shed a tear at his birth. As a baby Gary was taken care of by his older brother Brian Miller and his father Jake Miller. His mother was a hard working teacher and while she disliked the fact that he was surrounded by a nerdy dad all day she accepted that she had no other choice. Gary was basically raised on cartoons and other goofy shows as young child and while he didn't laugh Gary's dad often told him he watched the shows very intently. His brother Brian often played with him and was generally glad to be an older brother. Two years after Gary was born his younger brother Jarrett was born and thus started his own life as an older brother. His aunt Sarah often came to take care of him while his dad took care of his poor overworked father. As a young child Gary was often seen reading and writing down notes in books but he grew out of these habits soon after grade school. He had a crush on one girl but it never went anywhere and Gary figured it was better that things just roll out as they did instead of actively forced out. Gary's grades didn't drop due to his tendency to not study and instead were rather decent as Gary showed that he was a very smart child but he could've been more if he had chosen to take a different path. Instead Gary chose to take the gunpla route and learned from his dad and older brother. His first series was Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and he built Shenlong as his first model with help from his brother.

As his life progressed more and more Gary watched all sorts of shows and did all sorts of varying crafts but was hardly very social but he did attract certain groups of people to his circle as he was more laid back and calm about life in general and many people admired that. As a brother he looked up to Brian whom would become a masterful gunpla builder the likes of which his hometown had never seen. His younger brother was also showing promise and Gary encouraged his interest in gunpla and he was more good with the technical side and putting together models of varying quality. However he was especially good at finding ways to modify the suits that his brother made. As for Gary himself he was good at painting and repairing the models rather than making them or editing them. At his father's constant pestering Gary joined the gunpla club in high school and used his Alpha Shenlong model to fight with other students in the club earning a reputation for being a valued team mate or a crazy opponent. He specialized in melee combat but managed to hold his own with beam rifles though he didn't like snipers and didn't like bulkier suits like the Dom or the Sandrock.

Eventually all three brothers managed to get into the same school around the junior year in middle school as his older brother Brian was tutoring younger students as an assistant teacher at the request of one of his older teachers as he felt Brian knew more about the subject than most kids and could help them and Jarrett had just entered the school. Gary, Jarrett, and Brian all entered a regional tournament and were sponsored by their school's gunpla club while another group participated in a local tournament and they ended up winning the tournament thanks to their awesome team work but were sadly left unnoticed by the crowds and scouts. It was't until summer where they entered a tournament while being sponsored by his mother's company that they actually managed to get somewhat noticed as Team Hive Mind and they built custom models to match. Deciding to go with the unorthodox he picked Alvaron and add additions to it by taking the shield from Reborns Gundam and along with it four fangs but had to reduce the size of it in order for it to fit on the arm. His little brother also made an ingenious little device that allowed him to use the plavsky particles into a defensive weapon as a bubble shield and or produce a energy shield. His brother also adjusted the model to fight like the F91 by adjusting the hands in such a way the let them spin when activated via console. He got this idea at this time because he was watching the show at the time. Together they got to the semi-finals before being eliminated. His brother had been overwhelmed in his Greater Nu Gundam and his little brother had been sniped early in his Gundam Savior Hero. Gary after this defeat dropped out of the public scene while his brother Brian continued and Jarrett dropped the whole thing entirely losing interest. Gary has since done nothing worth noting but has been recently been inducted into a transfer student program in order to see more of the world outside of New Jersey.

Gunpla Info:

Name: Reborn(s) Alvaaron

Model number: HM-01R/B Alvaaron

Gunpla role: Assistance/Offensive

Gunpla model scale: 1/100 Master Grade

Gunpla based from if original: GNMS-XCVII Alvaaron - Retains the Gold Colors but the blue parts have been painted white.

Armaments:

2 x GN Beam Rifle

2 x GN Beam Saber

GN Particle Beam Cannon

Spinning Hands

Shield - Four GN Fangs

Special Features:

GN Energy Shield Generator

Description: The suit comes with a beam shield that is placed in the chest cavity of the suit and is opened via console command just like most other weapons. It only takes a couple of moments to activate but it is cumbersome to move around with and is usually just for show. Likewise the shield generator can also use the plavsky particles to produce a small bubble shield like the Gundam Virtue. It prevents movement however while in use and leaves the user vulnerable while it is deactivating which takes a moment in itself.
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[User] This was it Alice thought as she gripped the control orbs lets she than how she stacked against the gundam sandgeist she thought. "Blackmore in Tallgeese Legion prepared for sortie" She said as she pushed the controls forward to launcher her gunpla into the field using her thrusters she stayed in the air for a bit before landing. Seeing the so called blue star breaking line though caused her to panic "Fool don't break rank one person's heroism can ruin us all we need a plan!" Alice yelled before resolving to follow him to at least provide cover fire. Taking out her dober gun and mounting her lance she chased after the blue star intent on making sure he had cover fire for his reckless charge

[Assistant] Releasing a sigh Marie calmed herself down it was a test one that had high chances of failure considering who they were up against but one that she would pass never the less. "Asagiri in Astray gundam Fubuki launching" she said as she thrust the controls forward looking around the city she noticed that no one was really trying to keep in contact with the others. "Please acknowledge is their any set plan of action" she questioned to the other teammates as she ran towards the enemy blip on the screen. Waiting for a response as she went forward she scanned the area around her in case of traps. Thankfully there was no large buildings or towers to hide in and no place to set up a good sniping point either she noticed so it was probably a good thing she decided to use Fubuki instead since it was a close range gunpla.

[User]
Miss Lindemann noticed the blue Unicorn Gundam charging towards her. Seeing the details she recognised it as the Gunpla of Dianne's brother. "Fools!" She roared at the reckless tactic of the pilot. The Gundam Sandesgeist moving at full speed transformed it's dash into a kick to knock back the Unicorn Gundam into a building. As the dust from the impact cleared the enemy Gundam walked to the Unicorn began shooting at it with it's beam machine gun, making it's armour slowly deplete.

Peter looked for his allies in the field and found Thomas already pushed back by Miss Lindemann. There was also Alice nearby, possibly thinking of the same thing. He patched up the communications link with her to discuss strategy to help Thomas. "Alice! Fire the dober gun!" He instructed. He hoped that this would at least be a chance to make an open attack.

[Assistant] "I'm moving to higher ground! Assist others when needed and call out the target's movements! Watch the target and don't get too close unless you can't help it! Don't be fooled by enemy movements if this person is any sort of skilled he will take us a part one by one. Group together but not too closely! Don't underestimate one enemy on their own!" Gary said taking the initiative. If no one else was going to do it then he would do it himself. Gary found a large mound of rubble and used his thrusters to quickly make his way to the top. Gary hated being in command in the past Brian would always call the shots. Not that it mattered because he wasn't here. All the same Gary wish he was. It was pointless to try and charge like macho-man randy savage in that unicorn. Such a good suit such a trashy pilot. Gary thought to himself as he landed on top of the mountain of rubble. "I need a clear shot give me the go-ahead when the target is preoccupied. I'm not in a sniper unit but this rifle is a precision shot. It lacks power but it makes up for it in range and speed per shot!" Gary said to his teammates over the secure channel between them.

[User] Seeing the trouble "blue star" got himself in and hearing Peter's call she moving back while shooting hoping to at least distract the the gundam for a bit to allow her teammate to escape. "This is all I can do at this rate Zechs she called while firing but most of her shots did nothing to stop the sandgeist from her focus on the "blue star". "She's not responding to the shots might have to try going in for a close range attack Zechs." She called out before charging up a shot it was a dangerous move if it failed she might damage her teammate in the cross fire and the debris but this was her only chance she thought before firing a large shot at the gundam sandgeist from her flank.

[Assistant]
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR

The barrage shook his suit and camera, leaving but stormy tails of dust in front of his optics. He was surprised but not by much, he had just barely put his shield between himself and the shots. Though he was being battered, his suit hurt and degraded, Thomas just smirked behind the impervious concentration that zoomed in on the enemy.

"I'm better than you!"

She seemed focused on hurting him and since she had found it smart to continuing firing on him, covering him in debris, Thomas instincts kicked in quickly afterwards. He pulled out his beam saber on the side of his guarding shield, picked himself up into a crouch, and igniting the saber slid out of the way of fire before retreating from the Sandesgeist.

My instincts were yelling for me to get out of dodge. But not from the Sandesgeist, he thought to himself.

[User] Charging forward she charged ahead towards the gundam sandgeist though she stopped short at seeing the large dust cloud where they were not to mention the shots from Alice and her dober gun. She could make out that Thomas was guarding and Lindemann was pushing him back there was no way she could go in otherwise she risk getting shot at from Alice's barrage. Seeing no other choice she took out with her free hand a beam pistol and shot the sandgeist from behind. This was her only strategy taking a few more shots she stopped and jumped back sensing something bad was going to happen. Taking a eye of things from her new vantage point she saw Alice charging up her shot that was going to either damage Thomas if he did not make it out and or damage Lindemann but she doubted it would hit either.

[Assistant]
Sensing incoming ranged attack from different directions the Gundam Sandesgeist did an incredible jump to avoid them all with the graceful move demonstrating her skills as both a builder and fighter. Figuring out where one of the sources of the ranged attacks are, she began to dash at Marie's position. Before the student will be able to react to her charge the tonfas on the Unicorn-based arm of the Sandesgeist created a shoted-shaped green-colour particle-based blade, destroying the pistol.

As Thomas was relieved of the attacks Peter brought his Byzantine Gundam to where Miss Lindemann once was to check the damages on the customised Unicorn. "Thomas, are you okay?" He asked him. The Byzantine pilot also heard Gary's voice. "Gary, I hear you clear. I agree that we need to work together." He made sure he was connected to everyone before giving a rough plan. "We win if we can give even a minor damage. We will attack herand when we do so, attack in a way she can't escape from."

[User] "I need a clear shot get me a clear shot and this is over! I'll stay in cover until I'm needed! The GP-O1 isn't anything special Peter I don't want to have to use it's melee features unless I have too. I'm proficient with a shield and saber but not as well as I'd like. And firing from my current position will just expose my position." Gary responded hurrying to set up shop on the hill. He dug himself in and put one of his beam sabers on the ground so if need be he could simply discard his rifle and immediately pick up the saber for all the good it would do him.


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User] Master Jamie darted forwards, between himself between Grane, and the others, unable to do so with James, but knew James would prevent Grane from landinf an attack. "I never accuse based on assumptions, and never said outside my guild that she was the masked wizard. There's hints and clues all over the scenes. Shadow magic leaves a...taint" she said, stepping up beside james. Sword ready

[Assistant]
Trinity sighs inwardly. The two here didn't seem to notice her, which was a touch depressing for the minstrel. In her line of work, she prefered to be noticed.

Oh well. This was a combat situation, so she should count herself fortunate. She slinks off to hide herself within the room, and find herself and advantageous position. Sayuri, she recognized, but she didn't know this other figure.

Was this the person they were looking for or not? From the conversation, she just couldn't tell. Should they... catch him? She could try using a Net Arrow, since she could concentrate on it right now. Fire arrows were the only ones she could produce under pressure currently. But... wasn't she forgetting something?

Ah! That punk ass kid! Dammit! She'd have to tell someone what she'd seen here if she saw them, but for right now, she had a task. She slips out of the room quietly and runs off down the hall.

[User]
An angry sneer formed on Maddox's face. He looked down as the book in his hands started to glow before a seal appeared. _Damn, I didn't take it quick enough,_ he thought to himself. Then the words appeared on the cover, saying the seal would be released if the Magic Council was to be defeated. _That means..._ He looked up to the fight, as now James, Sasha, and Lazarus joined Jamie in the fight against Grane. His brow furrowed as he held the book to his side with one hand.

**"Hey!"**

Maddox started walking forward after his shout, casually towards the combatants. "You guys are doing well," he began, stopping next to Sasha. He held the book out for her to hold. "You should all rest. He is the last obstacle between us and Wes." Maddox continued walking forward now, heading directly towards Grane. "I haven't had a real fight in _so_ long..." His red eyes showed no emotion as they locked onto the lizard-looking Council member.

"Before we fight, Grane, I need to know something." Maddox stopped, making sure to not stand so close as to be easily sucker-punched. "Right now... Are you following your beliefs.. or are you following your pride?" Maddox made a wave of his hand to Jamie, as an indicator to back off. "Oh, and I think we should take this fight somewhere else. Somewhere with less..." He looked over at his guildmates, all of them in various states of exhaustion and pain. "Collateral."

[Assistant]
Mithera narrowed her eyes a little, how could he tell she was a mage? She shook her head a little, before returning to the conversation. "I guess you could call me a transformation Wizard." She flicked her tongue out briefly. "And achieving this form for me is a lot more difficult than it would be for *you*." She put a good deal of annoyance into her voice, indicating she was somewhat irked. "Seeing as it takes me days or weeks to change forms, and it takes you all of *seconds*." She growled a little, but was a little off-put by the kid's enthusiasm, as she was expecting someone somewhat groggy for being thrown through multiple floors of a building. "As for saving your life, I did it only so I'd be the one to get to kill you." She moved her head menacingly towards him a bit, before puffing out a bit of smoke and seeming to smirk. "When you're better that is. Wouldn't be fun otherwise." She let herself relax a bit, looking him over, before flatly stating. "Our magics works differently." Then watching to see if he figures it out for himself.

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Melina picked up a book, flipping through it quickly before putting it back, leaving blood stains on the book before she continued down the line. She picked up another, and groaned. "Another philosophy book." She was less careful in putting this one back. The library was labeled poorly, and she kept moving on down the line, she pulled a book at random, reading over the first few pages before putting it back. "At least I'm in the right section now. Now, blood magic... Blood magic..."

[User]
Karn listened intently to the dragon's words, his eyes wide with curiousity, tilting his head to the side at the mention on for her it takes days to even get to the form she is in now. Odd, he wasn't used to seeing someone who didn't have as much ease as he did. Then again, he didn't exactly see many Transformation wizards. Master Rian had the same ease, with smaller forms at least. Though she did say it took longer with giant forms since they consumed large amounts of energy.

However, if what this dragon said was true, she had trouble with transforming speedily in general. Still she got to be a dragon. For that he was a bit jealous, though he could understand that her handicap would be annoying, especially when seeing him who shifted between big and small forms with ease.

At the threat, his expression was neutral for a moment before smiling brightly at her, seeming unfazed. **"Well, then it's very kind of you to not take advantage of this situation, bough I don't know why you want to kill me. I don't think I can fight a dragon form like this."** he chuckled before pondering a little at the mention that their magics work differently. He could come up with many , but there was one he wanted to ask the most.

**"In your forms, can you lose your mind to them?"** he asked curiously.


[System]
(Eh-va) (Rah-nay) (Bloom)

Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual, Demisexual
Occupation: Run-away princess
Talents: Magitech Theory, magical theory, engineering knowledge, research

Brief Personality
Eva is a true introvert, but don't let that trick you into thinking she can't be social. Though she is more passive and less outgoing, she has little issues talking to strangers - especially if they show interest. It's also not hard to pin her down as a girly-girl the way she wears dresses and carries herself from walking to hand movements. Despite this, she is a bookworm and if the conversation goes in the right direction, this becomes obvious. Besides this, she seems friendly and warm, though there is a definite sadness in her eyes.

Brief History
Eva comes from the royal Bloom family, house within a mountain-ranged kingdom. She mostly grew up alone, however she does have three half-sisters and a half-brother who had moved out long before she was a teenager. Due to the succession of the crown, she is fifth in line, however with the kingdom being in a relative age of peace she was never truly groomed to ever be queen. Instead she spent her days and nights in the library, fascinated by the new magitech that wizards and engineers had been collaborating on. Since she's been abandoned and ignored most of her life, she felt more at home when burying her nose in a book. However lately it's almost become so unbearable that she felt it was better to be alone than in room full of people who didn't care. She packed up and left to find some sort of magitech or engineer in hopes of doing something she had always dreamed of. That's when she finally ran into the Airship Sapphire and boarded it...

[User]
"Whoa!" A man suddenly put a hand in front of her, glaring her down for a few moments. It was obvious he was one of the crew members, sporting a unique tailored trench coat that had been cut at knee-length, along with a loose vest and trousers with a pair of boots to complete the look. "Where do you think you're going, miss?"

Eva stopped in her tracks, slowly moving aside so the hand wasn't right in her face and gave an uneasy smile to the man, pulling out a boarding pass. "See? I want to board this ship." She felt pretty confident she'd get on, but she was a bit curious as to why the man had assumed why she wasn't allowed. Maybe it was something to do with the ship, but she hadn't really bothered to ask. However thinking back on it, the ticket master had given her a very particular look that made her feel odd.

The crew member snatched the pass from her hand in a gruff manner and scanned it over carefully. After a few anxious moments, he slowly presented it back to her with a scoff. "You've got to be kidding... are you sure you want to board this one?" he asked, but continued without letting her get a word in. "This trip isn't for little girls-" Eva liked being called lots of pet names, but she felt insulted and especially by a man. "-we're traveling for at least four weeks straight to the west. Also, if you didn't know, we have one of those half-breeds on here.. part dragon, y'see? A dark dragon at that. You better be sure about this.."

She had to admit the mention of a half-dragon did give her a slight pause, but it wasn't so much in fear like the man had hoped. It was more curiosity and intrigue that caused her to think for a moment. Looking back up at the man, she just gave him a friendly smirk and shrugged her shoulders. "You don't get to meet half-dragons everyday!" She didn't stay long enough to catch the man's confused expression before boarding and looking at wonder over the ship itself. It was a pretty shiny blue, as if all the metal had been colored to match the ship's name - Sapphire. The other parts were made out of hard wood and silver, giving to a very regal look about it, but it didn't trick her for a moment. She knew below deck was the roaring of a steam boiler, the sparks of electricity, and the pulsing of mana crystals - what she wouldn't of done to just see it in person!

Wondering around to the front slowly, her eyes eventually left the pristine shine of the airship and caught the image of something black. The creature was a bit taller than she imagined, tail, horns, and a pair of wings to complete the whole picture, giving way to the very obvious truth. Eva took a few more steps and bit her lip, though she tried as much as she could not to stare. It was a female half-dragon, which made it even more interesting to examine how she was built, her eyes sparkling with wonder. After a few hard long moments, she forced herself to look away and walk to the railing to lean over. She figured she'd have plenty of time to see the half-breed up close and didn't want to seem too quirky or rude, instead looking over the water the ship was floating on currently. Soon, when they took off, she'd be looking at seas of clouds instead of an ocean.

[Assistant]
There was a tingle down her spine that gave Serendi pause. Waiting for the ship to weigh anchor and take to the skies, she had perched herself neatly on a silver-enameled railing, her long legs and sinuous tail draping precariously over the side towards the distant blue-green surf. Though perhaps not so precariously, owing to the presence of bat-like wings folded causally at her back.

The hour was still early, the sun rising in the east over the city, and the black-scaled woman was taking refuge from the brightness in the shade of the airship's forecastle. At mid-day she would likely retreat into the dim interior, sequestering herself in the pitifully tiny cabin that she had hired for the month-long journey.

But for now, excitement and a sense of adventure was palpable in the air, and not just because of the static hum tingling along the slender bones of her wings. The charged crystal mech-engine deep in the belly of the Drakkar-class ship was like a distant hum that the shadow-weaver could hear with her blood rather than her frilled ears. Her sister, an extraordinarily talented fire-mage, had once told her that riding on an airship felt to her as though her fangs might vibrate right out of her head. If there was a time in her life that Serendi was thankful her arcane abilities were only mild, it was now.

Yet, the tingle she felt along her spine that made her black tail give a little twitch was not due to the thrum of the engines below. She was being watched, and the half-dragon turned to observe a young human woman who was, in turn, watching her. Serendi matched the young woman's stare, her own eyes a smokey, silvery gray and slitted like a cat's, unblinking and reserved. Serendi's skin, where it wasn't brushed with tiny black scales, was a wraithlike grey. A pair of bold black horns sprouted from her forehead and swept back around her temples, framing the frill-like ears on the sides of her face. Apart from these obvious inhuman features, the woman was basically humanoid in shape, garbed in a dark, travel-worn cloak and a corseted vest over tight black breeches. A variety of pouches and leather cases hiding various implements were strapped neatly to her body, as though she preferred to store none of her belongings out of her sight. Or rather, if she felt the need to be prepared for...something.

The silent exchange of looks did not last long, though Serendi's face turned to follow Eva's progress as the curly-haired girl moved to the rail and looked over into the water. Not long after, the gangplank was raised and the already-bustling activity on the upper deck seemed to intensify. The ship was a smaller vessel, primarily a long-range cargo ship, and the chartered journey did not take passengers into account. Being so, Serendi had anticipated the rather boorish behaviour of the crew, who had been selected for their brawn rather than their charm. A broken-horned minotaur with a scarred and mangy pelt of fur hurried by with a rough shipping cask on each shoulder, and it was only by virtue of her practiced grace that Serendi was able to side-step him to avoid being knocked over the railing. Irritated at having to dodge the beast, the half-dragon's eyes narrowed at his broad back and there was a faint growl in her throat in wordless response. But the creature was already past her, leering, a lewd smirk on his bovine snout at Eva until he had passed her by as well.

"You'd best stay out of the way, ladies," a sailor advised, addressing both of them simply because they were standing near enough to both be included. It was the same man who had thrust his hand in Eva's face when she arrived. Though Serendi noticed the slight sarcastic quip in his tone, as though not convinced that a half-breed could, indeed, be called a lady. "We'll be under way in a moment and it won't do to have either of you underfoot while the lads work, no matter how you managed to get a pass to come aboard."

"I would have hoped that an esteemed vessel such as this one could attract a crew with enough sense to avoid trampling people across the deck," the half-dragon replied, her tone smooth and scathing at the same time, her lips curved into a scornful smile. "Apparently I was mistaken."

Even as she traded glares with the ship's bosun, his comment made her wonder about Eva, and how someone who was dressed so proper would come to be on this ship. She suspected that money had secured the pass, leaving her to wonder at the why.

[User]
If Eva had heard the man's warning she had chosen not to show it, because instead of spinning around or replying or even turning her head to the side, she kept her focus on the water below for noticeable moments afterwards. The man that had given the warning shrugged off the dragon's reply and scoffed softly at the little girl looking off the side before wandering away - he was gentlemen-like enough to give a warning but he didn't have time to babysit either of them. After all, he was less concerned about his few passengers and more so for the cargo that needed to make it within time or he wouldn't get his full payment.

The princess on the other hand continued to stare for only a moment more and likely when Serendi was just about to leave or tap her on the shoulder, she seemed to spring to life and as if out of nowhere, came a notebook flying into her hands. It was like a magic trick, keeping that sort of book hidden under a dress or it might've been actual magic, it's regal red skin giving way to the obviousness that she was with plenty of money. She started to write something down and then as quickly as the notebook appeared, it was gone, giving pause to wonder what the small flare had been all about. Most would've called her odd or quirky or maybe even a bit daft, but she didn't seem to mind any shot glares and glances she got from the crew as they passed her by.

Biting her lip, her eyes wandered over the deck of the ship - it seemed Eva was in her own little world at the moment until she finally spun towards the cabin's entrance and looked back up at the half-dragon. She figured it might've been interesting, looking and observing from the other side, because out of all the men and creatures aboard she was most curious about the black-scaled woman. Eva gave her a small, polite, curious smile, perhaps even mistakenly casting herself in a mysterious light of sorts before she hugged her stomach and put her head down a little. Promptly, she began to make her way inside the cabin until she took a sudden turn towards another door.

At this point, Eva wasn't sure if the dragon was watching or even cared, but she had a mission... and she had a talent that she wasn't so proud of. She easily stayed out of the way of the men and stood near the door that lead to the engine room until just the right moment. Besides the few men giving her crude, greedy glances, she was mostly ignored - in fact she knew that even those glares were at a minimum. She didn't present herself as an authority figure and certainly not like a sex figure, making her the little strange object on the boat instead more than anything. She was interesting enough to glance at, but they had more important things to do to get ready - everyone always had more important things to do and that was her 'talent.' Being ignored. Eva figured she might as might use of it as she quickly slipped inside the door without anyone noticing (to her knowledge).

She quietly closed it behind her and waited for a moment or two, to see if one of the member's would come in after yelling at her to not be where she belonged. No one did and she smiled softly to herself, relaxing as she climbed the stairs down. She was far from some expert thief or spy, but she supposed maybe in another life she could've mastered the skill somehow, the thought giving her another small smile. As she came to the bottom of the stairs, it became a bit more obvious why the door wasn't being as guarded as she figured. A long hallway before her had several metal doors and as she walked down it, they read things like mess hall, clinic, barracks, and so on. She bit down on her lip softly as she approached the engine room. Looking both ways, she took in a deep breathe, her focus entirely on the door. She hoped no one was inside guarding it... hoping that she'd get time to study and examine all of the machinery. It was like entering a candy store for the first time after reading about it your whole life. She wanted to savor the moment.