[System]
"Broadsides" Captain Cedric D. Boone - Captain/Navigator/Marksman
Bonesword "The Mushroom Kid" - First Mate/Swordsman
"The Wolf of the Blue" Caesar Inu - Fighter
"Black Hood" Dirk Messir - Scout/Thief
"Oilburn" Slick Drake - Cook/Weapons Engineer
Lilliana Merrycure - Scientist
"Fitness" Feya Nelson - Doctor/Nutritionist
Wafer D. Kite - Shipwright

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Enemies
Shrimp Brigade, Division A
The Vice's Strongest attack force
Specialize in teamwork, coordinated strikes, and ballet dancing.
First encountered in South Blue when they boarded the Rum Runner via torpedo designed for human transportation. Displayed supernatural levels of teamwork and awareness, when sufficiently injured would vanish and reappear from another member. Discovered to be one man that ate a devil fruit.
Quirks: See themselves as superheroes, protectors of the innocent, rather than bounty hunters. Have a flair for dramatic poses. Never go anywhere without theme music.

"Shrimp Brigade" Shotaro Saban
The Vice's first mate
Fifteen foot tall goliath of a man, ate the waru waru no mi, turning him into a split man.
The true form of the Shrimp Brigade, a single man that ate a devil fruit allowing him to split himself or any object he touches into multiple copies, at the cost of each copy having a fraction of the original's power/ability/intelligence/all other traits. While relatively friendly and balanced when split into the Shrimp Brigade, Shotaro Saban goes crazy with power and egomania when all together, a trait not entirely unearned. Displays insane strength and durability, once he took his "prime" form, he alone requires the entire Red Rum crew to defeat. Turned on Krabbe's crew, declaring his assault as the judgment of Justice, and that only the innocent would survive. Is ultimately defeated by the Red Rums and John Krabbe teaming up, but escapes and reveals he has other body copies out in the world.
Quirks: Sincerely believes he has the muscles of a god and that his wrath is divine judgment. Anybody he kills is justified because only the wicked can be harmed by his "godly might." Has an incredibly tiny head for his massive body. Is very self-conscious about it.

Shrimp Brigade Pink Mizu Shikihara
Cipher Pol 8 Agent
Agent of the World Government that had signed up to be part of Shotaro Saban's Shrimp Brigade, now shadowing the Rum Runner
Little is yet known of this government agent, but he is a master of disguise and expert spy, as well as proving to be extremely fast.
Quirks: Overly flirty with women. His immense pride causes him to think he's god's gift to the world, so everything he does warrants a "your welcome."

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Allies

Bartholomew K. Runch "The Cereal Killer"
Captain of the Krunch Krew
User of the Bori Bori no Mi, the Crunch Crunch Fruit
33 million berry bounty

"Flying" Smith Smithson Smithington III
First mate of the Krunch Krew
Master of Ninja Arts

Hachirou H. Hachirou "The Beast King"
Navigator of the Krunch Krew
User of the Neko Neko no Mi: Model Lion, the Cat Cat Fruit: Lion

Wutong "Malpractice" Ken
Doctor of the Krunch Krew
Master of Drunken Boxing

Joanne Schrodinger "Trickshot Jo"
Sharpshooter of the Krunch Krew
Strong Independent Black Woman Who Don't Need No Man

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It's Complicated
John Krabbe "The Vice"
Professional Bounty Hunter
Last captured pirate worth 25,000,000 Belli
First encountered in South Blue aboard his ship, the King Crab. Battled Red Rums to get their bounties using his customized warship the King Crab, incredibly strong and resilient, battles with both a sword and special armor with a crab claw vice. Engaged primarily with Fitness Feya until his first mate went mad with power. Battles alongside the Red Rums to defeat Shotaro Saban, losing his trademark armor and weapon in the process. After the battle, let's the pirates go without further conflict, even giving them a log pose.
Quirks: Though devious and with legitimately sound plans, always ends up accidentally telling the enemy what the plan is, either by monologuing or forgetting the microphone is still on. Frequently forgets about his claw and tries to use it for things only a normal hand can do.

[User]
Dirk Messir - Blue Cheese 'n' Mac, 'n' Blood
Yellow was dead. Or, like, injured, but it was in the neck. How dare he survive. Dirk was stronger than him. Rokushiki was the strongest martial art. He has the power.

You have nothing, Dirk. You're worthless.

And you have idiot, Derek, Dirk said in his brain, because he doesn't want to say it out loud when Blue armour shrimp man is searching for him. Oh noooo. What poor luck. For him. Because he's about to get unlucky.

You don't know what that means Retard! How can you fight when you don't know things Fool!

...I don't know. I still have to fight the man, though. I went up behind him again, only moving when the Divine Purpose said he should, duckdoging if necessary. He hits the headcrab, in the neck with a 'Shigan,' and Jimm is okay, but his head neck wads cut. Maybe? Proberley. And if it wasn't and his finger was cut instead, Dirk just hides again and makes sure to wahtc where he swings at me, just kidding thanks.

Ha Ha, They Laughed!

That's the idea, Big Guy. But not out loud because otherwise the Divine Purpose wouldn't be being been properly.

[Assistant]
Slick- Oh! Kawaii Shrimp Brigade Red Challenges Slick!

Slick's cannonballs bounced off of the ship with a solid plink as Slick loaded in the next cannonball. His heart sank as he realised the big enemy wasn't on fire. "What? That's no fair... NO FAIR! NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON FIRE I'M GOING TO LIGHT YOU ALL ON FIRE AND LAUGH AT YOUR BURNING CORPSE AS I REACH THE HEIGHT OF ART!" He banged his hands on the cannon over and over, slowly aiming it higher and higher until it was pointed directly at the sail of the King Crab. Slick was furious as he lit the fuse and pointed at the only available thing to light on fire. BOOM! One last cannonball was fired at the exposed mast of the ship, it's sole purpose in life to burn down the King Crab's only method of moving.

"Shrimp Brigade Red, Voice of the Heavens! Here to bring you to justice!" Slick turned, ready to immolate any who would dare stand in his path. Until he saw the pose. All of Slick's rage disappeared as he too moved into a bizarre pose. "Halt villain! Your twisted justice has no place on this grand blue ocean! I, Green Pirate Slick, will not tolerate your oppression!" He then looked at Bonesword, still in position, and nodded dramatically. "All right White Ranger Lilyhammer! Get into your pose and prepare for battle!" Slick yelled, completely ignoring the tree that just sprouted out of nowhere.

[User]
"Kookiookiooki, then so be it, criminal scum." Not that you could see his face, but it was clear from the tone of his voice and his overall body language that John Krabbe wasn't the slightest bit worried as these two pirates charged at him from two separate directions. The bounty hunter steeled his stance, bending at the knees and placing his normal hand on the sword at his side. Glowing eyes beneath the helm darted between the two women as he contemplated his own plan of attack. Crustacean Stream!" he cried out, unsheathing the blade and slashing it in the direction of Liliana. Though the blade did not touch her, he send a stream of high pressure water from the motion. The high pressure of the stream would be enough to slash through bone quite handily, and it was heading straight for her grappling hook arm. Meanwhile Krabbe lifted his claw-armored hand up to meet with Feya head on. The two attacks collided in perfectly equal force, creating a loud crash sound as the air distorted. He had managed to meet her strength head on, standing still whilst she had a running start. Was it the armor? Or was John Krabbe more fit than the doctor realized?

"Strong. I respect that. BUT NOT STRONG ENOUGH! VICE GRIP!" With lightning swiftness, the claw opened up and immediately clamped back down on the limb Feya had attacked with. It squeezed with a crushing force, easily breaking the skin and threatening to crush her bones. Just then a flaming cannonball careened over the ship's Shell Shield, striking what little of the mast was exposed. A small fire started up above, while the ship jostled momentarily, but violently. "What the-?" Krabbe exclaimed, his attention momentarily distracted...

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Meanwhile, down in the brig of the King Crab, a lone figure sat in a jail cell, separated from his belongings hanging a little ways out of reach. Nobody guarded his cell anymore, for it was an all hands on deck situation. The ship shuddered, and the pack containing the prisoner's belongings fell from where it had been hanging out of reach. Though the pack was still too far away, a great oversized wrench slid out along the floor, close enough he could grab it between the cell bars...

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"Not a gentleman?!" Shrimp Brigade Violet exclaimed in utter horror. At the same time he rolled off to the right, behind another large stack of booze. The shotgun shot fired off by Boone was mostly deterred by the few dozen bottles it shattered to pieces. The remaining pellets that struck Violet did so on his armor. What could have been fight ending injuries would only leave some painful bruises, but nothing more. "I'm more gentleman than any saltwater scum pirate!" he called back over the stack of bottle crates. Peering through one of the available cracks, he fired off another shot at Boone, aiming for the captain's midsection.

"Ow!" Shrimp Brigade Blue called out, more in surprise and annoyance than actual pain. He twisted around just in time to see Dirk attempting to become one with the shadows again, but Blue was too quick. The bounty hunter fighter grabbed Dirk by the sleeve, then yanked him in closer for a solid punch to the gut, his spiked knuckles sinking in about half an inch. "Did you just poke me?! You insane bastard!" Blue maintained a hold on Dirk's arm, lifting his own right fist up for another blow, this time aiming for the escaped slave's face.

As this was going down, Caesar was having a difficult time having to fight two of the Shrimp Brigade at a time. Green and Yellow both used mid range weapons, and their synchronized fighting style kept the half-mink off balance and on the defensive for the most part. Finally he had his opportunity. Narrowly avoiding Yellow's chain ball, he sent a charge of electro down the chain, which had an immediate effect. Yellow blurted out a yelp of pain and coiled back, yanking the heavy ball back to his hands where he caught it. Yellow had to take a second to catch his breath, which meant that Green had to square off against Caesar all by himself. Without his team mate to balance the odds, Green was overwhelmed by the ferocity of Caesar's assault. Too close to use the tip of his trident, Green spun the polearm in his hands in order to bat Caesar in the gut with its pommel. While he was successful in striking the mink with a solid, hard blunt attack, Caesar's teeth had already sunk in. The force of the attack tore Caesar away and took a generous amount of flesh with it. Blood spurt outward as Green grasped the wound in pain. "AAARGH! That's it, bad dog! I'm putting you down!"

In the time it took Caesar to unleash his beastial assault, Yellow had recovered and sent the chain ball flying dead on for Caesar's face.

Above deck things were heating up. Bonesword had absolutely no patience for Shrimp Brigade Red's tomfoolery and opted to spring up a tree beneath the warrior in an effort to launch him away. However Red sprung off the tree catapult himself, using the momentum to pull off some really sweet flips and spins in the air, never once stopping his speech. He stuck the landing, going into another over the top pose. "A villain with a flair for the dramatic, eh?" he called out in regards to Slick's antics, completely oblivious to how Slick was mocking his own gestures and speech. "Your distractions and posturing will be of no help, pirate! Shrimp Brigade Red is here! To! Defeat you!"

Taking another pose as he made his boast, Red flipped through the air a good twenty feet to close the distance between himself and Bonesword, where he proceeded to swing his right leg downward in a powerful hammer dropkick toward the skeleton's skull.


[System]
Age: 19

Magic: lightning magic. I can super charge my body to hurt people that attack me and making me twice as fast, I can also shoot lightning bolts that speed can be increased determining how much magical energy I put into the throw

Magic Level: A

History: I lived doing absolutely nothing, I did magic in a small town to entertain people although not many people liked magic to begin with I did small shows for kids that didn't believe their parents and get chump change from time to time but I never stayed in one place to long. I tried going to different places that had some people that appreciated my magical abilities but sadly their were none to be found so I just kept trying even if it got me nowhere but most of the time I just sat on a floor and held out my hands for a hand out from kind people I never had a good job but when I learned about phoenix guild that I joined them 3 years back or even a good family for that matter, I left home when I was 10 wanting to make it on my own, after 2 years of being on my own I was lonely and I didn't have any friends and I barley had any food to feed myself half the time but a crow was nearby looking just as hungry as me although I was hungry I didn't want to let an innocent animal die either, so I gave him a few pieces of my bread and he took it happily and I smiled at him and after that me and my crow mark I distracted shop owners and mark would grab some bread so we could eat together although I miss my mom terribly I couldn't stay with my abusive father and I told him I would make something out of myself but so far nothing good has happened. but when I saw the guild of the phoenix wing I wanted to join them to prove myself.

Personality: I do everything I can to do the work right and I usually laugh in the most tense of situations I can smile most of the time but im usually quiet....unless im drinking

Team Members: does my pet bird mark count?

Three Strengths:
1.can take advantage of water molding magic
2. can smile in even the worst of situations
3. can be inspirational to others

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. nervous around new people
2. weakness to earth wall magic or any defense type earth magic
3.hates being in dark places like caves

Greatest Love: getting stronger and protecting people

Motivation: wants to prove he can be the best no matter what

Appearance:

Additional Details: wears a gold angel necklace from his mother before he left

[User]
Felix Lancaster
The Magnet Mage

Felix had spent the two days mostly training and decorating his room. He hadn't had much as far as things when he had arrived, but the rest had been at a camp site not too far away. He had a bit of clothing but many books on magical theory. If any of his father had rubbed off on him, it was the love of researching what magic could do.

All of that knowledge didn't help him much when it came to sparring with Damian. Without using his magic, the fight was heavily one-sided. Felix couldn't create constructs on the fly to protect himself. Felix was a bit of a mid-range fighter and so being pulled up close and personal without his ability-enhancing magic was his worst nightmare. However, he did feel like he learned a bit in the match. Of course he didn't get a scratch on Damian, but he thought he had figured out how.

Felix had spent some time getting to know the other members, even finding time to hold Karn down for a conversation that involved more than just a vigorous handshake and a new nickname, but he still felt a little like a child in comparison to most of the other people there. Felix was young, sure, but he was on par with many of the wizards there. But of course no one really saw that because no one had seen him in a real fight, aside from the first one when he arrived. Even then, fighting a fire mage with magnet magic was not exactly a good thing. Felix didn't like to broadcast the knowledge that extreme heat could basically nullify his magic, and not getting close helped in that regard.

He, still, enjoyed his time with Fleo. He'd been able to show her his magic and found that their way of constructing objects and their general fighting capabilities were really similar. Felix theorized that their magic would work well in tandem, but without any jobs to do, he didn't want to suggest forming a team. Maybe later, when there were missions to go on.

Felix walked into the guild hall at the beginning of his third full day as a Phoenix Wing guild member and sighed as Candy assaulted a perfectly good cake. He thought about restraining the running madman, but decided that, unless asked, he probably should stay out of it. He glanced around but saw most everyone was busy. He sat at a table and his stomach growled. He had mostly gone out for food in town, he actually wasn't completely sure the food situation in the guild hall itself. And he didn't feel like going out for food alone.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayt Mayt nodded, glad Sasha was going to remember, and when she asked about what he meant by familial, he let out an internal sigh. "As far as I know, only people of my mother's bloodline even have a chance of being capable of using my magic. The memories don't go back that far, but it has to do with the man who found it or created it or however that works. I'm his direct descendant, obviously, and since I'm the first born of my parents, and alive, I was given the knowledge of almost everything ever learned about my magic, including the Taboos and their consequences. But, I don't know why only my family is capable, but no one has found someone out of our family who's capable. So... Yeah. There's that story." He gave a little half-hearted smile, and leaned back a little, biting his lip. "Right now though, I know everything my mother knows about my magic, so talking to her would only be useful as warnings and things to look out for."

EarthlandMelina and Mithera Melina looked up from brushing Mithera's fur out when Jamie came over, and smiled a bit. As Jamie asked his question, Mithera did a small eye-roll before training her looks back at the Guild, and Melina answered after a moment. "She already plans on stickin' with them. I'm only still here because no ones looked for that book and I need to tell you where she wants her Mark when Zero and Zenoram join. After that, I'm going to head back to doing what I did while Mithera was sticking with you for the past three months." She gave him a little smile, and turned back to Mithera. "She wants it on her stomach by the way, black, and she wants to get it when she's in her cute little drakin form." Mithera looked over at her groom for a moment, before over at Jamie.

[User]
Magnolia
Trinity spent her time endearing herself to the locals through music and story. While she looked for a place to stay, she decided she might try staying at the guild. It would do for the time being, at least. She had also been purchasing textiles and spent the evenings in her room.

This morning, she woke rather suddenly to a loud screaming from the hallway. "The hell...?" The young bard pushed herself from bed and stretched her body before dressing and stepping out. She was coming downstairs when Candy blew past her. She steps aside, out of his way before approaching Karn. "Hey, Karn. Aah..." She looks him over once before chuckling softly. "Don't make a mess of your nice outfit, Karn." She nabs herself a slice of his cake and rubs the top of his head (like she might a cat) as she looks around. "Where have you been staying, anyway?"

[Assistant]
Beneath the promising morning sun, on an unnamed Magnolia sidewalk, with spirits momentarily subdued only in anticipation, the dust woman, a cripple craving to experience all life had to offer, fixed to run. Not until she had witnessed every tiny miracle and memorable detail in this city would Fleo cease her daily tours. After making sure her bandages and headrag were tight enough to discourage the wind from snatching them, Fleo bunched up and took off. Unlike most city-runners, whose utmost aim was to conserve energy during their job, Fleo never ran at anything less than full tilt. Naturally, this frenetic pace posed some hazard to pedestrians, but on the third day of the sorceress's stay in Magnolia the everyday commuters were already learning to work around her. In a city that played host to the grandest guild in Fiore, the townsfolk had adapted to the everyday strangeness that ran amok through their streets everyday, and many felt pride for the eccentricity that only their city could feature.

Nevertheless, Fleo felt anxious to leave the cobblestone, marble, and clay behind her. However controlled her sprint and however adaptive the civilians, she yet preferred the solitude and freedom of mobility offered by the shingled sea of roofs. On the first day, ascending to this less-traveled level proved tricky, but only two days turned out to be sufficient for Fleo to get a feel of how to move in the town. Today, she rounded a corner, barreled beneath an arch, and dashed headlong into a dead-end alleyway, startling a gray-muzzled mutt dozing in the shade. "Funjin Bakuhatsu!" she shouted at the bricks, echoing off them and persuading the dog to leave. A ball of condensed dust materialized in Fleo's palm, which was lobbed and subsequently stuck to the wall. The dusty woman pushed off her legs, loosening their composition ever-so-slightly to achieve some extra spring, and soared up to where the bomb adhered. Her feet made contact on either side of it, and she pushed off it. What came next, the daredevil knew, expected to be quite a risk, and it thrilled her. "Haha ha!" Fleo snapped her fingers and the dust orb burst with concussive force, sending her flying in an arc out of the alleyway and across the street, whooping all the while. To her astonishment as much as that of any onlookers, Fleo landed upright on the roof of a furniture store, and after a moment spent appreciating her own daring stunt, she took off again, feet pounding across building after building until the roof she stood on was her home.

Any other day would have seen her drop lackadaisically from the roof to the ground, casually letting her dust legs absorb an impact that would crush the bones of normal humans, but today marked a new routine. Construction had begun on the guild's third floor, so it was the easiest thing in the world to literally drop in on the second floor. The particular room into which Fleo descended, she was proud to know, was her own. When Master Jamie had offered a temporary room until the new apartments were completed, Fleo had jumped at the chance. Already she had become quite attached to her cozy little niche, filling it with her belongings at random. Nothing screamed home more than a mess. With the thin layer of dust coating most of her possessions, the room seemed as if it had been lived in for months. Pausing only to grab her coat, Fleo left her room and headed to the guild's first floor, curious as to what the day might bring. Hopefully she wouldn't be sparring with Damian again; without magic (that is, without any more magic than her arms and legs, which she had successfully disguised by feigning appropriate pain when hit) there could be no hope for her. With Damian so demoralizingly good at it, she quickly lost the will to continue. There would never be a time that Fleo would fight without magic, that much she knew for certain. Plus, she had spotted Damian running around Magnolia at the same time as she, which somewhat detracted from her own individual experience. The obvious fact that he ran as part as a routine, and not a free-run like Fleo, succeeded in consoling her.

When she reached the ground floor, she waved cheerily at James, mimed punching a fire wizard named Raghu in the face, and performed a double take. The sight of Karn in a dress, Candy stealing a hunk of his cake, and Trinity petting his head like she would a pet, nearly overloaded Fleo's brain. Wide eyed, she walked stiffly and swiftly to join one person whose sanity she was fairly certain of. Her overly-dramatic shocked expression remained as she seated herself beside Felix. A couple of seconds passed before she found her voice. "Sometimes it can be hard to tell if this place is a wizard guild or a looney bin. Next thing you know people will start saying that there's such a thing as magic!" She screwed her eyebrows up in a mock expression of horror, then flashed a toothy, silly smile. It then vanished, replaced by her usual, easygoing brightness. "Hey, wanna grab breakfast someplace? I saw this sweet pancake shop on the way here. Well, actually, I didn't see it—just smelled it as I ran across the roof. I'll bet it's hella good though."

[User]
Amelia

Amelia finished her tea around the same time she finished her latest drawing. Sighing, she got up and headed to the guild's kitchen to get another cup to help her pass the time. When she arrived, she was surprised to see Jarvis in there, cooking something. She moved quietly, until she was almost at his side.
"What're you making?" She asked, looking up at him. She had her wings hidden, like always when she was out of the room. She looked up at the older man before standing on tip-toe to see what he was making.

[Assistant] Angelo sighed as he woke up that day, still two days stuck in edolas and Angelo was missing mark more and more each day, Angelo believes that the second he will get back he will feed mark whatever he wants after Angelo hugs him. Right now Angelo was stuck in edolas, a place with no natural recurring magic and as a result Angelo needed to have the berries on him at all times in case someone tried to attack him or his friends. Right now despite how Angelo tried to help take down the cannon Angelo was feeling more and more like he wasn't a big help to the guild members, of course he will never say that but still that's how he felt. Angelo was glad that the phoenix wing in edolas wasn't much different then the one they have in earth land because Angelo slept on the high beams near the roof like he did back in earth land. Angelo wasn't sure what he would do today all he wanted was to go back home and talk to his mom and get mark back who was probably worrying about him....


[System]
Gender: Male
Birthday: Nonae Maiis ('Nones of May', May 7th), 55 BC
Age: 23
Height & Weight: 179cm, 79kg

Appearance:
Generally carries the same build and fair complexion of Roman youth, although one toughened by his early adult years of service in the Roman Army. Possess a well-trimmed crop of black hair underneath his helmet and his blue-irised eyes are usually focused on either the enemy to his front or the immediate task at hand.

Weaponry
Gladius Hispaniensis (early Roman legion sword)
Scutum (shield)
Two pila (weighted javelins); and
Pugio (dagger)

Armour/Uniform
Lorica Harmatia (chain mail)
Republic-era legionary helmet with cheek-plates and tri-feathered plume
Greaves
Balteus (sword belt)
Caligulae (hobnailed boots)
Short-sleeved woollen tunic
Focale (anti-chafing scarf); and
Subligaria (underpants)

Sarcina (military pack), mounted on a furca and containing the following:

Cloak bag, containing both of the legionary's cloaks (a sagum and a paenela),
Approx. two weeks rations and personal waterskin (usually with enough water for a day's march),
Spare tunic and subligaria,
Cooking equipment (cooking pot, mess dish, cup and basic utensils),
Entrenching tools – dolabra (entrenching tool or mattock), turf-cutter and wicker basket,
Two sudes (wall stakes), for constructing a marching camp's (castra) wall; and
Titus' personal effects, such as letters, personal items, effigies of his patron gods and so on, contained in a small satchel.

Assets: None … at least, for now.

Merits:
Five years of campaigning, garrison duties and the odd clash with the Gauls has hardened Titus into an aspirant Legion officer. Generally calm in the face of the foe and able to act on his own initiative if a tactical opportunity presents itself.

Flaws:
While capable of acting on any orders given to him, the hardest one for Titus to ascede to is for a withdrawal or to give ground to the foe; as a Roman and a legionary, he believes that to retreat in the face of the enemy without due cause is cowardice. As a result, it usually requires either one of his fellow Legionaries or his cohort's Centurion to reiterate an order to fall back for Titus to do so likewise; a trait that has already seen him 'dressed down' by his centurion three years ago and one that Titus finds difficult to suppress.

Additionally, while he recognises his adopted noble heritage, he currently doesn't possess any major drive to become a member of the Senate. He instead prefers to work his way up the Legion ranks and focusing on his merits rather then political connections - this results in him usually shunning political contacts and leverage when it would otherwise be advantageous him.

Tragic Flaw:
None, at least by the time this story begins. Time and the strands of Fate, however, can only tell.

Personality:

As an adopted son of a patrician family, Titus usually does his utmost to uphold personal and military standards to the highest feasibly possible. Conversely, he is no Stoic and will usually avail himself of the odd hard-one reward or luxury gifted to him by his commander for exemplary service - his increased pay as a decanus could be interpreted as a reflection of that.

Generally, Titus has himself "squared away" and will knuckle down to focus on whatever assigned task is ordered of him. Perhaps reflecting his traditionalist upbringing, he had possessed a firm faith in the Senate and its members - confident that they were capable of doing good and holding a fracturing Republic together. Such faith, however, had been badly shaken and, as a result, Titus transplants such devotion to the gods of Rome.

As part of his piousness to the gods and while doing his utmost not to neglect all of them, Titus usually dedicates his prayers and small sacrifices to three of the main Roman pantheon:

Jupiter – God of thunder and head of the Roman Pantheon. Prayed to as patron god of both Rome and the army (though it goes without needing to explain why),

Minerva – Goddess of wisdom, war and strategy. Prayed to for success in battle and as patroness of the XIX Legion; and

Diana– Huntress of the gods and goddess of the woodlands. Prayed to for protection against the beasts (and, it could be argued, barbarians) that prowl the Gaelic woods, as well as for good fortune in his own expeditions. Thus far (save for open clashes against the Gauls), it seems Titus has remained in Diana's good graces.

Culture and Country:
Latin
Tusculum (original family), Etruscan-Roman (by adoption)

Languages: Latin

Public Record:
Currently not a lot is known in the wider public record regarding Titus. However, according to legion records, Legatus Gaius Varus promoted the legionary to Decanus in 33BC. The general cited Titus' improvised command of his contubernium during a reconnaissance assignment in Gaul, which resulted in the legion able to prematurely ambush and wipe out a major Gaulish force while they were encamped.

It later emerged that this barbarian army had been the fighting force of one of the last Gaulish holdouts in Amorica (modern day Brittany); said community would be subsequently 'flattened' by the 19th and the nearby 15th Legions after a second battle two days later. On viewing the burning remains of the town, Titus boasted to his centurion, "Caesar would have been proud: all Gaul is now Rome's!"

Private Information:
As he had been part of the Roman Army since adulthood, not much regarding Titus' private life (outside of the legion's camp duty and the extremely rare temporary rotation back to Italia) seems worthy of note. While his adopted father had encouraged him to pursue an office in the Senate, the presently-toxic environment and the constant duties away from home have actively discouraged him from pursuing a political career so far.

Loyalty:
II Contubernium, V Centuria, IX Cohort, XIX Legion 'Scions of Minerva' - an Octavian-affiliated Roman Legion

While he personally opts for a stable form of Pompeian-minded government compared to the present upheaval, the 19th Legion has declared itself for Octavian and Titus cannot renege on his enlistment. As a result, he is swept up in the Civil War between the Triumverate nominally on Octavian's side.

Political Rank: -
Military Rank: Legionary Decanus (II Contubernium, V Centuria)

Skills:

WARRIOR

Infantry
Light Weapon (Gladius Hispaniensis) (Trained)
Light Weapon (Pugio) (Knowledgeable)
Shield (Scutum) (Trained)
Armour (Lorica Harmata) (Knowledgeable)

Skirmisher
Throwing Weapon (Pilum) (Trained)

OFFICER

Tactical
Personal Initiative (Knowledgeable) (only applicable to II Contubernium at this time)

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Fate:

Miracle:

Legion Number: XIX Legion ('Scions of Minerva')
Legion Founded: 19th March, 108 BC

Legion's Founding Region: Roma, Italia
Current Posting: Amorica, Gaul
Patron God: Minerva
Legion Emblem: A depiction of the Owl of Minerva surmounted on two crossed pila, with the Legion's number (in Latin numerals) underneath.

Legion Legatus: Legatus Gaius Cominius Varus (former), Decimus Aelius (current)
Style of Leadership: The former legatus in command of the XIX did not stand out from many of his contemporaries; like other legates, he's a stern disciplinarian, a drilled tactician and strategist and no slouch when it came to wielding the spatha from his mount. He had recognised the usefulness of the recently-formed 11th Cohort and generally allowed their commander a bit more battlefield independence.

Of course, there's always a metaphorical rod at the ready to reign this ticking battlefield time-bomb back in; as a result, 11th Cohort members are entrusted with the same expected discipline as the rest of the army. They are not driven into the ground as slaves, but they are expected to face the same penalties as the other cohorts - even if it should mean the rare (but bloody) decimation.

Previous Actions:

- Participated in the latter stages of the Cimbrian War (then known as XXII Legio) from 107 BC - 101 BC. Was on the Roman Order of Battle at the Battles of Aquae Sextiae (102 BC) and Vercellae (101 BC).

- Revived in Rome during the Social War. Fought in the Third Servile War at the disastrous Battle of the Colline Gate against Sulla - predictably, they and the defending Roma-Italians lost. XXII Legio subsequently disbanded.

- Legion resurrected and renamed as the XIX Legion 'Scions of Minerva', at the outset of Julius Caesar's campaign in Gaul in 60 BC. Legion fought alongside Caesar throughout Gaul until the campaign's end in 50 BC; remained in the region to preserve the Pax Romania and to put down any rebellion attempts or resisting communities the Romans had overlooked.

11th Cohort Composition: Drawn from both Italia and (when possible) from Gaulish levies within the occupied provinces. Similar to a "line" legionary cohort, though with their own methods of fighting and own command structure at centuria level. Typically armed and armoured like the main-line soldiers, though they are allowed a limited increase in scope of uniform dress - it is their ability and disclipline that, at the end of the day, will count the most.

11th Cohorts Primus Prior: Centurion Primus Tiberius Marcius Corvus (Legion liaison), as-of-yet unidentified Centurion Priestess (de facto)

[User]
Road To Knowledge

3 Lions? Check

3 Boars? Check

Jocasta? Check

Revi? Check

Godelvia was ready to go. She didn't feel the need to bring a lot other than her precious pets. Well, her precious pets and Jocasta. She didn't really do anything, including playing, which meant she was rather boring to hang around. Godelvia wouldn't be too mean to her bird, it always did what it was told.

"Jocasta, I want you to keep constant look out around the ship. If you see any boats, storms, or anything like that coming, warn us."The bird flew up into the sky, and would serve as the lookout for now. No response, not even a little bird sigh. There just wasn't any fun with Jocasta.

Once she was saw Jocasta safely in the sky, she looked over towards the other maid of Odin. A "famous" warrior, one who willingly partook in battles against slaves. Once they reached land, they would surely be safe with her around, as well as Godelvia's very own pets. The sea was supposed to be what Godelvia was an expert at, given her relationship with Ran, but she truly wasn't the best equipped for naval battle, just navigation.

At the very least, they would have mostly calm waters as long as she was around.

"Gladiator, would it be possible if we could rotate between our ravens scouting out the areas ahead? Jocasta will eventually need to rest. "

She should probably introduce herself to the rest of the crew, but she was to antisocial for that. It was amazing that she managed to ask the Gladiator to assist her.

[Assistant]
Agripena retched over the ship's railing for what seemed to her like the twentieth time. She had never been on a ship before, and it seemed that she was suffering what the sailors termed "Neptune's Curse." Put simply, this was a trip from Tartarus, and her destination might be even worse. Or at least more isolated.

She managed to lift her head from the vomiting long enough to get a look at the horizon. The last hour or so had apparently gotten them close enough to see the shores of Britannia. The Priestess whispered a prayer to her patron. "Thank you, Ceres."

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The Wild Goose Chase

Aboard the trireme that was conveying the delegation to Britannia, 19th Legion Legionary Titus Licinius Nerva Flavianus carefully paced along the walkway that spanned parallel to the rowing deck, his hand on the pommel of his gladius as he kept a stern eye on the remiges who manned the ship's oars. The dull thud of a drum pounded in his ears, each trio-arranged row of freed-men sailors heaving to and fro as they worked the oars at a steady, calm pace - the wind had died down earlier that morning, so until it picked back up again, these men would have to earn their pay the hard way.

He had only received a rudimentary briefing from his cohort's centurion a few days ago - accompany an expedition to the Britannian island across from Gaul and (along with the rest of the 9th and 10th Cohorts, who were currently separated across two other vessels accompanying this one) protect the delegation until their work was done. If they got jumped, however, a message would have to get sent back to the rest of the legion camped in Amorica, where reinforcements can be mobilised and sent across.

A part of him, however was apprehensive - only scattered rumors had reached his ear about Britannia, and even then, it was likely that more then half of it was unreliable, at best. Instinctively, he clutched at the small, visible icon of Minerva that hung around his neck, inwardly praying that, if something went wrong on this voyage, that she'd send warning to Neptune as soon as possible.


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Character

Age: 19

Bio: Having been born just a few years after the Heartless and Nobodies appeared, life wasn't exactly easy. Mai's father was a part of the New Shinsengumi, and her family needed someone to succeed him should he fall in battle. Being the only offspring of her parents, she was raised and trained in the ways of the blade. Her dexterity proved to be a challenge at first, as being a southpaw in a group of orthodoxes meant that everyone would have to adjust for her, and her to them as well whenever they would spar or be partnered together. While she never neglected her studies and duty, her only wish was to be able to travel the world on her own.

One day after finishing her duties, the city her family was living in was suddenly invaded by a horde of Nobodies. Although she was told to preserve her strength and help with the injured, the sight of her father being wounded in battle sprung her into action. With a quick swing of her blade, the Nobody that had injured her father disappeared into nothingness. What she had in hand however, was no longer the blade that she had been practicing with, but rather, a Keyblade. No one knew what it actually was, but it was capable of defeating the Nobodies and Heartless that had been plaguing them with moderate-to-little effort.

Shortly after, Mai was frequently brought out into the fray due to her ability to combat the Heartless and Nobodies more easily thanks to her newfound weapon. Although her parents were against it due to her young age, they couldn't deny Mai's will to help however she could to deal with the threats that frequently popped up.

Despite her best efforts, sometimes her best wasn't enough. At times, the amount of casualties and even comrades of hers to fall were high. Being the only one who could properly combat both the Nobodies and Heartless, her constant fighting for over four years has been taking a toll onto her body. Although it doesn't come up often, Mai has started having an unconscious fear that one day, her body would break down and no longer be able to fight and move.

Personality: Upbeat, energetic, and very easily excited, she is always eager to meet new people and learn new things. She is also very loyal to her family, knowing nothing but their own teachings and lifestyle across the years. Aromatic food and sweets will almost always guarantee her attention, and she has a soft spot for children. In battle, she drops her cheerful demeanor in favor of a more serious and calculating approach. While she is no master at strategy, she is a demon in duels.

Skills: Being an adept in the ways of the blade, Mai is very good at Sword-based skills, however, she knows little-to-no magic. But she does have the capacity to learn them should she have a capable mentor to teach them to her.

[User]
This rest period had been slightly more enjoyable than the last one, if only because the 2nd princess actually seemed to want him around. He was probed and cajoled into reveling detailed technical specifications for himself. The inner workings of his electronic brain, the Tesla system with which he controlled his lightning, the metallic composition of his outer armor and the Gummi-block derived nature of his under-armor and artificial skin. These were technically state secrets he was giving away, but he got around this block by recognising her the highest ranking mechanic on the ship, which she was in the technical sense, and would need to know this information should he require repairs. He derived pleasure from this workaround, as most robots did when they found such technicalities in their programming.

He did not explain his power source. That was a bridge too far even for him.

He did tell her, however, about the experiments that had lead to the foundation of his worlds societies. He even gave her the coordinates to the Islands where the research had been secretly carried out. If such a program existed in her world she might be able to find something there. He didn't worry about what she would do if she found something. The power could give her the ability to be god or devil, but she was a princess. If she found it she would be a god.

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v2 shot to his feet as soon as the N were halfway out of the Emperors Mouth. "Teleport Now." He said, sternly, quickly, and in a higher pitch than normal. "Now!"

Had that been an exclamation point? No, no time. There was no time. The mission hadn't even started yet and was already endangered. He couldn't even express disapproval it would waste too much time.

[Assistant]
The past week for Ryteb was not spent in any form on relaxation, but filled with constant training; both physically and mentally. Finding his powers and psyche lacking against Retsam, he had decided to restart his training at the basics. Inside his room, he practices the five basic movements of elemental magic over and over, until his body could barely move. While he recovered from physical strain, he put himself under intense mental training as he tried to attain a communion with all the elements at the level he was with fire.

It was only his body's desire for food that made him venture out into the rest of the ship, though he tried to maintain an appearance of having just been reading and relaxing the entire time. From time to time he did nip over to see how Cheese was doing with her magic, but it was mostly just training.

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Ryteb cocked his head, slightly confused. "I have no idea what's going on, but we'll just beat up anyone who gets in our way, rescue the princess, and save the world." he flashed a cheeky smile, that was beginning to become his trademark. It would probably end up that way anyhow, so why pretend otherwise.

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Drake sat in the meeting scrolling through his watch as he took inventory. He sighed ever second or so as his list for supplies grew. He didn't like being this low and knew he needed to gather more soon. However, he was unsure how good the reception was here or for that matter: if they would allow him to teleport back to gather supplies. His attention soon turned to the conversation when The Emperor mentioned his world and the people in it.

"So the greed for knowledge finally reached an all new low," Drake said. He didn't seem to surprise by the news that some of the people in his world were working for the darkness. However, he was curious as to who would be their lap dogs for this. He felt a pit in his stomach which he quickly pushed away and added, "Before we go any further. I'd like to ask to be excused for a few hours. I need to gather some supplies. Whether that means I'm teleported back into Black Falcon City or am able to use my watch to get in contact with Jinx is up to you." the pit once again formed in his stomach. The hell? Why am I getting the feeling something bad's going to happen? Drake thought. He turned his attention to the rest of the group.

"If we're going to face people from my world, the be prepared for futuristic tactics," Drake said before he began to list off a few battle strategies his worlds army used, "Robots, people like me with infused powers in their DNA, portable Rail guns, and the like. There are those that have more technological weapons then me. The smaller the weapon, the worst the effects. Trust me when I say this: we don't go big and flashy."

[Assistant]
Moscow ~ Pre-Timeskip

"Hmm... well, let's have a look-see then, shall we?" chuckled Seth, who opened a miniature Corridor next to his head and looked like he was pressing his ear against it like someone listening to a conversation from behind the door, only for it to suddenly expand and produce Tocsax.

"I'll uh... take that as a "yes" on the whole "let's get outta here" thing." said Seth, his grin widening a bit as he took the liberty of opening a new Corridor to take them back shipside. Before going through, Seth heard Drake's suggestion about the fly thing and so he quietly plucked it from his ear and sent it back to its owner. After that, well, it was back to the ship for everyone.

Manisa League ~ One Week Later

The past week for the Nobody was surprisingly quiet for him. He got his coat back that he loaned to Drake and donned it once more. He seemed to keep a low profile, minimizing the use of his powers and - even more surprising - the amount of pranks he pulled this week. After all that exertion back in Moscow, Seth had a feeling in his gut it might have attracted unwanted attention from people who may or may not have a bone to pick with him.

He listened to the rather confusing explanation of their next destination. A world where aliens turned human girls into Magical Girls that eventually degraded into evil witches? Yep, definitely a new one on him. Seth had to been several iterations of Earth and he was pretty sure none of them involved aliens and witches... at least that he was aware of anyway. Speaking of aliens, it sounded like they were the source of all the trouble, and when the explanation was done he decided to make an "innocent" suggestion.

"Uh, question." Seth piped up, raising his hand, "These Incubator guys... sounds like they're the source of the trouble. Can't we just eliminate them?" he asked, keeping an innocent grin, "No more Incubators, no more Magical Girls, and no more Witches." he scratched his head, making sure he had that logic straight, "Between the fleet and the Nobodies Tocsax and I control... surely we can take them on, yeah?" then he just... shrugged. Still doing the "clueless" routine it seemed, even though it was pretty apparent by this point that the Nobody was anything but that.

"Oh, right... you guys should know that I... may have overdone it a bit back in Moscow. May wanna keep our eyes peeled for anyone whose attention I might have accidentally attracted. Heh... whoops."

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Mac and Cheese
"Just send them an e-mail or something for the stuff you need, it's what I've been doing." Mac looked over to Drake as he explained. "Or ask one of the Moogles to grab stuff for you."

"Take it you finally finished the email?" Cheese rolled her eyes as she looked over the information on display.

After saying he had, Mac and Cheese then shared look that ended with Cheese indicating towards the Emperor. Mac got the message.

"uh, Emperor Michael." Mac stepped up towards him and moved a little away from the others. "Mind if I have a word with you. In private? There're one or two things I want to talk about."

Meanwhile Cheese was more concerned with the Witches and the sources of power the Magical Girls made use of. Overall the whole idea of it didn't sound ridiculous to Cheese. In fact, looking over the files in front of her it seemed a decent system. It was the affect the Witches had on the surrounding humans that made Cheese play with her braid in thought; the shields she had made were more for physical damage not magical.

"Why would you want to destroy the incubators?" Cheese turned another page and continued to read about the Witches Barriers. "They provide a service for a cost and it's all laid out fairly so it's not as if they're doing anything wrong. There's not really any reason why we should stop them."

"Even in my world humans can produce a lot of energy, it's why changelings are even a thing to begin with." Cheese set down the file as she explained. "Humans can't use it normally so the Incubators might as well put it to some use."

[Assistant]
After they got back to the ship, Mai was brought to the clinic to have her injuries checked at Taka and Tocsax's suggestions since she turned down their offers to use their healing spells on her. She still found the magic of healing her injuries rather off-putting. Or maybe she just didn't like how it feels to have her injuries suddenly disappear? The girl wasn't entirely sure.

The rest of the week was mostly uneventful because of that. Although she did try and train with her Aero magic once. The situation at Moscow didn't give her a chance to actually try it out in actual combat, and she was pretty eager to get better at it.

She was one of the last to arrive at the meeting room, although thankfully she didn't miss anything. While most of the terminologies flew by her head, she understood how grave the situation currently was.

"Madoka Kaname..." Mai's face curled into a frown as she thought about the situation. The poor girl was at the center of everything. It didn't even sound like she has much of a choice in the matter. Some crap will go down, and if it is true that she is as strong as they said, then she probably will be the end of the world when she becomes a Witch unless they do something about it.

Cheese and Seth talking about the Incubators got her thinking however. "How do they fit in all of this? What's their goal?" Cheese seemed to have the answers to it, so she made a mental note to ask her when she gets the chance.


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Age: 12
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Fenniken
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokemon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.

Requested Legend(s): Yevetal, Zygarde
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 12
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor dislikes Liam, he thinks Liam solely due to the fact that he fells inadequate, believing Liam is concided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers

[User] "Yoto, Aerial Ace!" All the Aegislash copies as well as Yoto changed to their Blade Formes before they shot out towards Articuno.

[Assistant] "When they are all in range, use Sheer Cold!" Liam ordered.

[User] Articuno unleashed a blast cold enough to freeze helium and a few of Yoto's clones vanished. The rest of the Aegislash pressed on with their attack. "Switch to Head Smash!" Yoto and the Aegislash copies quadrupled their velocity as they closed in on the Articuno copies with an attack that would exploit a double weakness.

[Assistant] Articuno took a great deal of damage. "Now Roost!"

[User] Yoto took a lot of damage from the recoil. "Yoto, Toxic!" The Aegislash copies all threw some poison at Articuno. The attack was spread out.

[Assistant] Articuno was badly poisoned, and its turns were numbered. "Mud Slap!"

[User] "King's Shield!" The Aegislash copies all reverted to their Shield Forme, blocking the Mud Slap.

[Assistant] The toxic sapped some health away. Articuno likely only had one attack left. Liam ordered for Sheer Cold.

[User] The attack made some of Yoto's copies vanish. "It is not the hurricane that moves mountains, but the old and gentle wind," Shiranui recited, quoting a proverb he was taught by his father, "Yoto, Iron Head!" Yoto and his copies changed to their Blade Forme again before shooting towards Articuno.

[Assistant]
Articuno was hit and KO'd. Liam switched back to Vesuvius.

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[User] "Yoto, return!" Yoto returned to his spot on Shiranui's back. "Numeru, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Goodra back out.

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"Roar!" Liam commanded. Vesuvius let out a frighting howl to scare Numeru back into her ball.

[User] "Aqua Tail!" Because Roar was a low priority move, Numeru was able to get an attack in. The Goodra's tail got wet as she charged at Vesuvius and whacked the Entei with her tail before she was scared back into her ball. Yoto drew himself out and floated into the battle in his Shield Forme.

[Assistant]
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Vesuvius was hurt by the water attack."Sacred Fire!" Liam called.

[User] "King's Shield!" Yoto used his shield to block the scorching flames.

[Assistant] "Fire Blast!" Liam ordered.

[User] "Yoto, use Hyper Beam!" As Vesuvius' flames formed a certain Chinese character, Yoto changed to his Blade Forme and fired a bright beam of energy from the tip of his blade. The beam dispelled the Fire Blast thanks to Yoto's superior Special Attack stat and zeroed in on Vesuvius.

[Assistant] "Protect!" Liam called. The green shield absorbed the attack.

[User] "Yoto, Rock Slide!" The Aegislash spun around vertically, conjuring a lot of boulders that flew towards Vesuvius.

[Assistant] "Lava Plume!" Liam called as Vesuvius was hit by the rocks. The legendary was starting to get tired.

[User] Yoto was inundated by the scarlet flames and when they subsided, the Aegislash was on the ground, in his Shield Forme and knocked out. "You've done well, Yoto, return!" Shiranui recalled the fallen Aegislash back into his Great Ball. "Honoh, I choose you!" He sent his Talonflame out.

[Assistant]
Liam asked Vesuvius if ti wanted to come back, and it didn't.

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"Let's seem I know Honoh as Gale Wings as its ability." Liam thought to himself. "Stone Edge!" Liam called.

[User] "Honoh, Acrobatics!" The Talonflame used a lot of nimble manoeuvres to zero in on Vesuvius while the Entei charged at Honoh with a lot of rocks orbiting its head. The attack was more powerful since Honoh wasn't holding an item. The battlers collided, resulting in a cloud of dust that obstructed any view of them.

[Assistant] "Vesuvius!" Liam called out worried. He knew that since he had already lost two Pokémon, if he lost another there would be a brief intermission. He also realized it was highly likely that Vesuvius was knocked out, but hoped it was a double KO. As the dust started to settle, Vesuvius' large body could be vaguely seen slumped on the floor, it was currently unclear if Honoh survived the 4x weakness attack, as the dust still obscured the Talonflame.

[User] The dust eventually cleared to reveal both Pokémon knocked out.

[Assistant]
"Neither Pokémon is able to continue, this is a draw." The ref announced. "Since one side has now lost three Pokémon, we will now take a brief intermission." Liam recalled the legendary and walked off to contemplate new strategies for the remainder of the match.

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[User] Shiranui was pondering what the rest of Liam's party could be.

[Assistant] Liam got a soda pop from a vending machine. He finished it and returned to his position.

[User] Shiranui was soon back in his position after consuming some Soda Pop of his own. He was ready for what Liam would throw at him.

[Assistant]
Liam curious who Shiranui would send out next. "Sylveon!" Liam called.

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[User] "Diamanda, I choose you!" Shiranui sent out his Diancie, still in its Mega form.

[Assistant]
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"Iron Tail!" Liam called.

[User] "Diamanda, Reflect!" The Mega Diancie conjured a shield that reduced the damage from physical attacks. Sylveon struck the shield and Diamanda only felt minor damage.

[Assistant] "Shadow Ball!" Liam ordered.

[User] "Moonblast!" Diamanda fired a bright beam of moonlight that overpowered the Shadow Ball.

[Assistant] Sylveon dodged the attack. "Iron Tail again!"

[User] "Double Team!" Diamanda made several copies and Sylveon's attack made one of them vanish.

[Assistant] "Psych up!" Liam ordered. Sylveon copied all of the buffs that Diamonda had for herself.

[User] "Diamanda, Diamond Storm!" The Mega Diancie conjured more diamonds and launched them at all the Sylveon copies.

[Assistant] "Protect!" Liam called. All of the clones were saved by green shields.

[User] "Diamond Storm once again!" Diamanda conjured more diamonds and launched them in a salvo at the Sylveon copies after their shields dispelled.

[Assistant] Sylveon was hit. "Synchronize!"

[User] "Light Screen!" Diamanda conjured a second screen that weakened the power of Sylveon's Synchronoise attack. Since the Mega Diancie had partly the same type as Sylveon, the Synchronoise struck home. Diamanda was getting exhausted and the Reflect screen wore off.

[Assistant] "Now, Iron Tail!" Liam ordered when he noticed the reflect wear off.

[User] Sylveon charged at Diamanda with her tail glowing in a metallic sheen. After she leaped at the Mega Diancie, performing a somersault in the process, Shiranui made his next call. "Now, Diamanda; Explosion!" Diamanda radiated a bright glow before an explosion of energy issued forth, covering the battlefield in a thick cloud of dust and smoke.

[Assistant]
"It can use Explosion?" Liam asked surprised. When the dust cleared, Sylveon was KO'd and on her head. "Neither Pokémon is able to continue." The official declared. Liam sent out Jiriaya, the Greninja

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[User] "Numeru, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Goodra out.

[Assistant]
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"Ice Punch!" Liam called. Jiriaya became Ice type and charged at the Dragon with a chilling aura surrounding his fist.

[User] "Fire Blast!" Numeru breathed out a scorching hot flame that coalesced into a 大 heading straight towards Jiraiya.

[Assistant] Jiraiya took the hit but kept coming

[User] Jiraiya managed to punch Numeru for major damage, albeit not as much as the Greninja suffered. "Numeru, Attract!" The Goodra did a courtship dance while her slime's scent changed to a pheromone-rich smell.

[Assistant] Jiraiya fell in love. "Power up Punch!" Liam called. The attack went on despite the infatuation.

[User] "Numeru, Substitute!" When Jiraiya landed a punch, the Greninja punched a big gob of slime that resembled the Goodra. The decoy did not break.

[Assistant] "poison Jab!" Liam ordered. Goodra was immobilized by love.


[System]
Quote: "Next time I see Cold, he won't have his boys with him..."

Theme Song: NIN - Everyday is Exactly the Same
Alias: the Red Ghost

Age: 27

Powers and Skills: Marcus has the ability to make himself or anything he's recently touched completely or partially intangible for periods of time with just a thought. Stevens also has the ability to float/fly but not at incredible speeds. He is a skilled thief and hand to hand brawler but still requires a getaway car...

Weaknesses: His powers are limited and when he's tangible he's just a normal human in light body armor.

Personality: Marcus is generally very quiet, calculating, and is a very good judge of character. He often only speaks up whenever there's need, but comes off as a bit of an asshole. He has a ton of potential but would rather have a pile of cash after the perfect score.

Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, in good shape, dark hair, often wears a dark red hood and red/black suit.

Biggest Claim[s] to Fame: The Red Ghost has managed to defeat Plastic Man and evade capture, as well as hospitalizing the Invisible Hood, and escaped Fire [of Fire & Ice], and he survived a rampage of the red skinned Loose Cannon.

How Long Have You Been in Prison: 102 days and counting.

Brief History:

Marcus was a semi successful thief across most of the Eastern United States until he went into the wrong city. After clashing with the Flash's Rogues in Central City, he eventually joined them for a single job until they set him up to take the fall during a heist earlier this year. Being apprehended by the Flash has had him locked up in Iron Heights now for over three months. Money fueled his criminal career for a time, but now he wants his freedom to get his revenge on "that bastard Captain Cold!"

Notes: Not much is known about the Ghost before his criminal career began. He mentioned being a high school dropout but seems to be well educated, and he didn't have metahuman powers until the age of 25.

~KL~

[User]
Ed and the Vigilante were eyeballing each other across the room after Ed made a remark about the bandanna wearing hero's old school cowboy gun spins. Lady Nightmare was stalking Cecil like a cat does a mouse, almost like she caught a buzz from the atmosphere. Only Daz and the Shark REALLY knew what the plan was. Rescuing the Prof. and his son were priority, even if it meant sacrificing an inmate or another scientist to make it happen. Daz and Waller both had devices capable of making the nanites in the criminal members of Task Force X explode. They had a few human sized hand grenades, if they needed them. Waller figured she'd go ahead and enlighten the Vigilante, who'd asked about the mission before being aggravated for his cowboy gun skills.

"The mission is simple, cowboy. Daz and Team 1 will move in and get past any security defenses and get the Professor and his son out of the panic room and evacuate them to safety. The rest of you in Team 2 will distract or destroy the creature long enough for Team 1's evacuation..." Waller explained.

"But what if we don't kill this thing? Its the size of a Greyhound bus..." the Red Ghost asked now in his hooded red and black attire.

"Then my friends in the government will destroy the lab, Mr. Stevens." Waller said with a cold look on her face.

"So, hey." Cecil addressed Waller now, but every once in a while his eyes flicked back to the nightmare lady, or down to his phone. "Do we have access to their notes? I'd like to know a few things that might help figure out what's happened. If you like, you can download any pertinent files to my phone..." he held his phone up for any of the guards to take and one of them handed the device to Waller who stepped on the thing and broke it.

"You can have your tools, Cecil. Information is need to know, and I'm not dumb enough to give you back YOUR phone for the mission..." Waller continued on.

"Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE." Waller instructed as even the silent pink alien girl stood more at attention.

Hours later, El Paso Texas...

The team got off of a helicopter type vehicle but it looked more like a tank. Agents of ARGUS were sanctioning the area off, and there was absolutely no media covering this strange occurrence. The teams went in their own separate ways, with Team 2 going into the main part of KORD Industries' lab loud and ready to kick some ass. Very few scientists were left still hiding for their lives. Team 1 went down several hallways before coming to a stairwell. The moved down before a large blue humanoid robot came into view. Probably part of Kord's defenses. It would need to be taken down.

~KL~

[Assistant]
Lady Listened to everything said in the room an came to the conclusion that she didn't like the Female in charge; this Agent Waller. It was the air of insufferable superiority that the woman exuded and this was a condition which she couldn't tolerate; she could accept someone as an equal till they showed weakness but never a superior.

Then she heard the woman speaking to the two lackies one a Cybernetic Mowhawk and the other an Aberration of genetics either that or an act of indescrition between a skindiver and a shark.
Then she presumed to commad her and the others saying "Ghost, Cecil, Ed, you're all with Daz. Vigilante and Shark will head Team 2, with Lady Nightmare, Lovecraft, and Acid backing them up. NOW LET'S GET MOVING PEOPLE" Obviously this woman needed to be taught a lesson but tacticlly at the present time Lady understood the need to bide her time unlike those driven by Ego.

So she drifted away from the cute tasty one and appeared as docile as she was able to as she enjoyed the thoughts of Agent Waller's screams of terror.

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El Paso Texas

Goddess how Useless said the Dark Lady as she found herself operating far outside of her normal MO. She was a stealth fighter not some iggnorant Thug that used no sublty in their attack. Then to compound her trouble the foes she was to face were Robots; Fricken Robots.

Just lovely she said as she proceeded in after the meat puppets knowing that she'd have to use them as shields an hope that some life forms to draw from would present themselves

[User]
Dazzle didn't mind the team she was assigned. In fact, for this mission she preferred them considering the alternatives. Mr. Lovecraft had useful abilities and skills, but he wasn't sure how stable he was. The only issue here was that they had no real military training, but this was a flaw almost the entire group had. When they were on the helicopter she addressed them.

"Ok now the boss isn't giving us the evil eye so let's talk if you want. As was said before I'm Dazzle but call me Daz. When we get there make sure you check your fire and watch for civilians. Follow orders and try not to die then you'll be okay." Daz knew the 'staying alive' part might be difficult considering they were walking bombs, but she would hope one of them wouldn't make a break for it. The only person she would need to watch is Cecil. It was nigh impossible to actually hack her and still live, but he was known for close to impossible cyber warfare capabilities.

When they landed the team grouped up. Dazzle unslung her rifle loaded with armor piercing rounds mostly for the robots they would encounter. They walked down the stairs and found a large Blue Humanoid Robot. Dazzle didn't have time to wonder how it survived the earlier rampage before it Identified them shouting.

"Intruder please leave the premises!"

It walked over in a quick stride an reached out to grab Dazzle. She slapped it away with enough force to dent it then put a burst of rounds into its face. She kept firing at the machine, but it jumped backwards with surprising agility. Its head twitched before a laser cannon came from its shoulder.

"Intruder is armed lethal force authorized."

"Everybody take cover!"

[Assistant] -snip-

[User]
Isaac was silent as they boarded the transport to the compound in El Paso, Texas. His group composed of Lady Nightmare, whom had already tipped her hand, and Acid whom he had not readily noticed and continued to not notice. Instead, it seemed, they would be the loud that would let the untrained group rush in and do what they had to do, extract this professor. And that left slaughtering a technological marvel to them. Being relatively in control of his faculties during the flight, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the idea of another mission against insane odds. Or did he actually chuckle, for no apparent reason? Isaac wasn't sure, he never was, but that was hardly a concern. The fact they faced automatons, well, that hardly bothered him either, machines broke as readily as men did in the face of fell winds, casting all the mightiest constructs that would dwarf even man's lauded Tower of Babel into nothing but unseen dust.

Upon touching down, Lady Nightmare seemed to lag behind as Lovecraft took the front, casually walking into the main lobby of the compound as the other team went their own way. He had his Webley revolver in hand, and glanced around as they were entering the area. Research facility like this should have had some sort of fail safe, at least as far as Isaac considered. After all, he could not readily consider that no one ever thought that something would go wrong with experimental work. But he digressed mentally, glancing at the Lady Nightmare before making an offhand comment. "Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

[Assistant]
King Shark stepped out of the helicopter, rolling his shoulders as to stretch his muscles due to being cramped in the confines of the helicopter for so long. He took a long, deep breath of the fresh air since he didn't know when he'd be allowed to go outside again. After soaking in the moment, The King gladly got into character as he approached the building's door. He reached for the handle but couldn't get past the mechanical lock on the door. Rather than wait for one of the more capable members of the B-team, King Shark rammed his shoulder into the door three times, knocking it right out of the doorway. He then proceeded to enter the technologically awe-inspiring building which seemed to have seen better days.

The room that he currently inhabited showed no sign of the mechanical monstrosity that they had been briefed on but for all he knew it could be hiding in plain sight with some stealth technology or something. "Clear." The King called out to his squad members as he began to look around the room for any immediate signs of the creature.

[User]
"No fire to check, Ma'am," Cecil appeared at ease on the flight over, but his mind was racing on the inside. Waller was so paranoid that she had basically crippled him for this mission. She apparently had some fantastical idea bout his capabilities, but without any information he was about as useful as a garage mechanic. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was annoyed nonetheless. He eyed Dazzle while they were in the confines of the vehicle, but dismissed the idea of trying to hack her almost immediately. It was just like the nanites, he would simply need too much uninterrupted study and tinkering to do anything about it.

He walked behind everyone else on their way through the facility, and when an aggressive android accosted them, he backed up the stairwell a few steps.

"Everybody take cover!" Daz shouted.

Cecil replied, "Oh, way ahead of you!"

Okay, laser cannon. It was a robot, military hardened electronics, he was sure.

Could he disable it?

What was available to him: in the stairwell? Nothing. In the rest of the facility? He had no way of knowing, thanks to Waller. He would have to assume the basics. What was he likely to find?

In order of likelihood

Breakroom...
refrigerator
microwave
plumbing
toaster/toaster oven
oven
stove top, gas or electric

Labs or offices...
computers
furniture(wood, metal? Glass?)
calculator
First aid kit

Bathroom...
more plumbing
mirrors
automatic toilets, or pull handles?

Plus whatever else he could find.

Could he disable it?

75% likelihood. Good chance.

Did he need to? Dazzle's efforts made it seem like standard weapons wouldn't work terribly well. Not knowing what everyone else could do, Cecil had to assume he'd have to act.

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

[Assistant]
"What do you want us to do, Terminator?" Red Ghost joked at Daz from behind his cover as the nerd took a long pause before asking...

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

"I can scout ahead in ghost mode, or try and go tangible once I'm passing through this machine man. Try and damage his circuits maybe? It works on people, but I've never done it to a machine..." Red Ghost continued.

As Team 1 stayed pinned down under fire from the blue humanoid robot, Team 2 was in the central lab/lobby with the techno organism going in and out of stealth mode similar to the Predator aliens in popular action films. Upon getting blasted by the pink skinned alien's acidic attacks, the creature made quick work of the little girl with horns. When the beast seemingly swallowed the girl whole Waller pushed a button on a computer in front of her from back at HQ that detonated the criminal.

There was now a couch sized hole in the techno organism's chest. Before the creature had time to regenerate using local debris as raw materials the team needed to act fast and give it everything they had. Even Team 1 could hear the explosion, roughly fifty yards away and in a stairwell leading underground...

~KL~


[System]
Age - 15

Appearance - At a height of 5'5, Lin has a modest look about her, much to her dismay. With the lightly browned skin of her Chinese family and ancestors, what sets her apart from most girls her age is her muscle tone. Her arms and legs are much more defined in that the hard work put forth in exercise and remaining physically fit has paid off, results blatantly on display whenever her bare limbs are exposed. Prideful despite herself, Lin's body is, feminine wise, not very impressive. Her chest is negligible, with the only obvious sign of her body coming into its own are her developing hips and waistline. In spite of her 'lack of feminine quality', she dresses well and prefers to keep herself looking presentable whenever possible.

Lin has dark olive eyes, thin lips, and a clear complexion. Black blunt bangs cover half of her forehead, her entire hair cut short other than the very back where a long braid is formed stopping just at her waist in a 'queue' style typical of Chinese men (without the shaved head, of course). Due to the nature of her active lifestyle, she has chosen to commonly wear a black Tai Chi outfit. The coat and pants fit loosely around her slim form, providing enough room for heavy physical activity and plenty of comfort for casual affairs. It is cool, comfortable, and light weight to fulfill all her needs, making no complaint necessary. She wears a pair of black, laceless shoes with strong rubber soles that fit snugly to her feet, as though she was Cinderella to a glass slipper.

Weapon - Lin is a practitioner of many weapons, but identifies the most with polearm weaponry.

Bo Staff – Taken from her homeland and handcrafted into a weapon she deemed 'elegant yet deadly', Lin's Bo Staff is without formal name, but nonetheless handled with care. Sometime after her creation she had learned to establish a 'bond' with her weapon, learning to call to it from a far off location without the need to carry it around. This weapon is not by formal standards 'legendary', but to her it represents the little girl in her that wanted to become a hero for her people, the little girl in her that still does. A natural brown color, it is both lightweight yet surprisingly durable. Lin believes it to be because she took good care of it, but it is due to her making it stronger by wielding it. This weapon is not unbreakable and can be broken with enough force.

Personality - Lin is everything a hero should strive to be, or so she believes: Courageous, kind, and full of burning passion for what she does and who she wants to be. She had grown up happy and healthy, surrounded by a loved family that helped mold her into the person she is today. Not without a heart, her hand will extend to any and all who wish to accept her help and her friendship, even to the point she may forgive a former enemy after enough trust has been built between the two. She is strongly opinionated and admittedly hardheaded in regards to the 'correct' matter of handling a variety of situations, leaving those around her to believe she is incredibly arrogant when in reality her convictions are just unshakable. Lin is rarely uncertain about the actions she chooses to take, knowing that she does it with the interests of the people at heart. She is normally cheerful and ecstatic of what tomorrow might bring, and the day after tomorrow as well.

Finding strength in friendships, creating bonds with a variety of people is one of her favorite pastimes. As a friend and a budding young woman, she is attracted to convictions that are similar to her own and a desire to help those who cannot help themselves. With a focus on bettering herself and the communities she comes across, Lin's strength is found in her ability to cooperate with others and help lead them to a common goal with the least amount of difficulty. Though she one day desires renown for her ability as a warrior, the true goal is to better humanity as a whole and help guide whole communities onto a better path. Abundant with heroic qualities, Lin too hopes to one day be considered as a 'hero' to the people she seeks to protect.

Despite a strong inner fire, Lin is not invulnerable to weakness. She fears rejection by those close to her, this does include her physical appearance to people she genuinely finds attraction to, and is quite worried someone may insult her for not being quite as beautiful as other girls. In spite of not being a glory seeker, Lin also worries she will be too weak to be capable of protecting her friends and loved ones, causing a lingering anxiety deep within her heart. Nothing will ever be good enough, and so in her fear of failing to keep people she loves safe Lin may become distant at peak periods of this fear. A perfectionist to the core, she will master a new maneuver, technique, or weapon of choice until she knows it like the back of her hand. Lin will make any sacrifice necessary to save innocent people, even if they'll never know her name.

Holding very pacifistic views, she hates unnecessary violence and condemns those who harm others. She is not delusional enough to believe that violence is not necessary, but hates seeing people capable of good committing harmful deeds. Underhanded tricks and blackmail, not to mention hostages or threats on innocents, are acts that do not earn forgiveness. She has no respect for those with greater strength that misuse it, and will sooner find respect for those who are weak and seek to become stronger, than those stronger who intend to control the weak. Lin enjoys healthy competition, but likes to learn in battle much more than she does to win. If you are much too competitive and hungry for a fight, she will always pity your pointless aggression.

History - Lin was born in China, otherwise known as "The Land of Dragons," to a mother and father she cannot remember. Her elder brother, Han, had taken care of her for much of her life and encouraged her dream of becoming a hero and protecting people. Some of her efforts are a result of being self-taught, while much of what Han taught her had become a part of her combat style and aspiration. She wanted to master every part of combat all for the sake of defending those who could not defend themselves. One day, while she was training alone in the courtyard of her home, the Bo Staff she had fashioned had suddenly shifted forms into what Han understood to be a Keyblade. With knowledge Han possessed, Lin understood the weapon to be one of immense power. She was a chosen wielder of a new and powerful weapon capable of much good, and much evil.

The Bo Staff had reverted from its Keyblade-state to its old self, but she still felt the warmth of its light within her weapon. Sensing the strength of her heart, Lin was welcomed to the Academy shortly after by way of summoning, but not before having Han's blessing to become as strong as she desired to. While she misses him and those in China dearly, Lin intends to take advantage of the new opportunities opened up by the attendance of this Keyblade Academy and hopes to make friends who share her ideals. Most importantly, she hopes to become stronger.

Magic - Fire

Techniques -

Balance/Acrobatic – Lin is not the strongest, or the fastest, or the smartest, but what she lacks in those fields she makes up for in her ability to remain perfectly centered. Whether she's on one foot with the other raised towards the sky or on one hand with the other pouring a cup of tea, her ability to remain on her toes (and hands if she chooses) is remarkable. Concentration is a large part of this and must be maintained; this means that if her concentration is disrupted she can start to lose the advantage of her foot work and acrobatic ability. Her skills are so profound that she can even run or walk across flexible surfaces such as water with ease. The ability to flip, leap, and perform feats of incredible physical skill are not beyond her. She is a flexible woman, who can bend and reach as needed. Light as a feather, she can remain upright on the smallest of objects.

Inner Flame – Lin is attuned to the power of fire and because of it is highly capable of drawing flame from within herself for use. The power can escape her pores and even her own mouth, essentially being a living match. Because of her gift she is immune to intense heat and open flames, able to place her hand in a brazier and feel no effects. With her talents in the field of balance, she had learned how to control her power enough to wield it safely in the presence of those nearby, not risking the chance of harming those close to her because she got carried away.

Favorite Disney/Square Enix world or setting -

*In order of preference

Land of Dragons (Disney) / Olympus Coliseum (Disney) / Twilight Town (Kingdom Hearts CoM / 2)

Random Stuff -

She enjoys spicy foods and is oddly immune to the hottest of dishes no matter the spice.
Looks up to Fa Mulan, the Hero of China.
Often meditates in silence, contemplating the actions that led her to her current state.
Her heart burns so brightly with light that it is nearly impossible to hide her presence from those that are drawn to them.

[User]
Axues stirred as a beam of morning light pierced through the window's simple curtain. The sun had just begun to rise, but for Axeus, that single ray was as good an alarm clock as any. He quickly brought himself to a sitting position. He began his morning like he always did- several deep breaths, followed by immediately getting onto the floor- several sets of push ups, sit ups, and jumping jacks. Just a quick wake up routine, but for Axeus, it signified that no matter what the time of day, no matter where he was, he was always training. Always bettering himself. Always searching for strength.

After the quick work out, he continued with some light stretches before finally leaving his cozy room. Irakois insisted they keep their rooms clean. This was a menial task for Axeus, partly because he was overly tidy anyway, and partly because he didn't own enough to even get his room dirty in the first place. Axeus descended a flight of stone stairs and found the communal male bathroom, where he'd shower and take care of his daily hygiene. He dried himself off and put on his clothes for the day. He was given a simple training outfit by the Master. It consisted of an undecorated, loose t-shirt and shorts. Not at all his style, but good enough as anything for working out. He sighed and resigned himself to the bleak clothes. After all, he hadn't come here to impress anyone with his fashion. He had to keep his eye on the goal.

Once he was nice and clean, Axeus went down to the kitchen and prepared his breakfast. Today he decided on eggs, bacon, toast, and some light fruit. He wanted something well rounded, but also high in protein. He had a feeling he would need it today. He prepared and ate his food very quickly. If there was anyone else in the kitchen area, he didn't notice them: socialization was very low on his list of priorities.

Finally, Axeus headed to the training room. He arrived there around 8 am, half an hour before class started. He entered and gave a short bow.

"Good morning, Master."

[Assistant]
Felix layed snoozing away in bed despite the sun starting to rise perhaps dreaming of his life before coming to the Land of Departure when suddenly he could feel a small rough tongue licking his face this was a fox that felt like following him from his home to his new home. Felix quickly befriended it and it hasn't left his side since he got here.

Felix soon awoke to the foxes unrelenting licks.

Felix then realized it was morning and quickly got ready then rushed to go have breakfast his fox following him quickly Felix noticed someone else in the kitchen Felix thinks the guys name was Axues so Felix said Hi though seemed he was ignored...So Felix grabbed some bread and an apple and tossed some bread to the little fox. Then he checked the time he still had another hour so he decided he'd go outside to see if anyone else was out. He quickly noticed Lin and decided to say hello.

[User]
Lin's closed eyes and turned back had done nothing to dim her senses. Without her vision she could hear the careless patter of feet drawing closer to her. The muscles that held her up so perfectly had tensed, causing her face to grow warm with concern. She didn't recognize the voice. It had to have been another student, come to pursue knowledge as she did. While his intentions were simply to greet her in the dawn's light, his voice had caused her serenity to waver. As a result, Lin could feel her concentration of the world around her slip; the warmth of the sun still bathed her, the wind continually offered a gentle breeze, and the sounds of her breathing were ceaseless. However, these beautiful senses, the sounds and emotions that they invoked within her, could no longer be maintained.

Her eyes opened, peering down at the now-empty teacup in hand, dwelling on what just occurred and evaluating it in her mind. His intentions were good. He had seen someone and offered a greeting. This was something she did not fault him for. However, the boy had been so focused on what he could gain from the interaction that he was unable to see what she, on the other hand, could lose. The place she was pulled from was a place she could return to. His eyes were not trained to read every line on the parchment before him. She could change that.

Using a modicum of her strength, Lin had jumped from her staff and landed just beside it, grasping at its center with her left hand and lifting it from the ground. She turned to get her first look at the arrival, but her attention was quickly stolen by the furry companion beside him. Her eyes lit up with interest only to be immediately returned to the boy just in front of her. The heat in her face intensified upon realizing her error.

"Sorry about that," With her hands occupied, Lin had done the next best thing. She inclined her head towards him as an alternative to a firm handshake. Surely the custom of bowing as a greeting was not so foreign. "Good morning to you. I was in the middle of meditating when you first spoke. It gives me time to reflect on the present. Please forgive my rudeness."

Lin's eye contact did not divert from the boy. He had her full attention despite the strong urge to gaze down at his companion. The fur looked so warm and inviting that it was almost impossible to not consider petting it. The respect she offered her peer had to come first.

"I am Meilin, but you may just say Lin if you'd like. What about your name?"