[System]
Alias: cold one

Species: Theiren, the people of ice and mountains (they don't look it but ice people normally live to be 170 ,are way stronger than the average human, Theiren body's also have a rapid healing system. have a really good sense of smell and hearing, they also have a captivating smell like cold sweet flowers.)

Appearance:

Body type: a busty slim muscular build

Height: 5.10

Personality: courageous, lively, curious, protective,
flirtatious.

Sexuality: lesbian

Weight: 112. pounds without armor

Bio: will be discovered in rp.

Rank: guardian, this is basically a little higher rank than a knight for the ice people.

Alignment: neutral

Age: In Theiren she is 19. To the average human she was 25 but doesn't look it. She looks and acts like her Theiren age.

Items: spaced heavy armor from the picture (it is light to her do to her strength), a hiking stick, a black thin cloak with a hood that she wears when she's not in combat, and a sack of gold coins, and a canteen of oil water that seems to mever runout.

Skills: hand to hand combat she knows and uses Systema, she is skilled at sharp wepons, she knows and uses both Kenjutsu and Iaijutsu sword fighting teqniqes, Sharp and quick shooting, and magic.

Abilities: amazing sense of smell and herring, flexibility, dexterity, speed, athletics, gymnastics, running, strength, her skin is cold to the touch but her body seems to radiate off heat, she never gets hot she is always cold but cold doesn't bother her. She moves at crazy speeds, and has a crazy amount of strength. She can pinpoint your location using her hearing and smell. Thinks that would be heavy to any normal person are quite light to her EX: 100pds for a normal person il like 17pds to her. Since she is a Theiren her body rapidly reguvinates and heals her.

Magic: she has the ability to control and make ice with the with her right fist in the palm of her left hand. This power allows her to make pillars, wepons, surfaces like small bridges or stairs, and allows her to make new body parts of ice. This power is not the strongest ice power but it's strong enough. She aquired this power when she became a guardian of ice.

Weapons: she carries a traditional ice guardian bow with an enchanted quiver that gives her never ending arrows.

 And she carries a cursed great sword that is roughly the size of her body. It is cursed because it is the only sword she can use, if she tries to use another sword it will burn her hands. The up side is it's as light as a dagger, is razor sharp, and never breaks. but to everyone else it's extremely heavy and dull.

[User]
The sun was just above the horizon when the door stemming from the main chamber to the throne room in Stradonia opened. A young man, with his pale skin and light clothing looked to each of his guards before giving a very stiff walk towards the throne itself. Sitting down, he looked around for a moment. All was silent before her finally let out a sigh and sat up a bit.
"Where is mekkah?" He spoke in a rather dull voice.
As soon as he spoke, the guards seemed to tense a bit, clearly worried for their sake. After a few while one of the guards, a small blue cape on him as he knelt. Kanaan waved his hand and shook his head at the man, and he stood. The knight then spoke.
"Mehhak decided to venture into the city, sir. I think that she may be at the tavern again"

Cheers from inside the tavern where heard as a small woman spun and lept from table to table. She was smiling and dancing and held a large mug of honey ale. Tossing a sack to the bartender she was given cheers as she shouted. "Another round for everyone!" and lept to a new table, sitting with the person on the booth.
"Well, hello there, how're you liking the display?"

[Assistant]
Lyn looked at Mekkah frostily, her ice blue eyes seemingly drilling into her very soul.
"I've seen better," she said, turning back to the drink in her hand, taking another gulp.
She'd heard rumours about several shady individuals in this city, and had come along to check them out. So far, she had found nothing.

[User]
Mekkah was instantly defeated mentally by those eyes. The emperor happened to have some similar to that and he always stared her down when he was mad. But that changed when she heard the other girl's words and stood up instantly, a cheerful grin on her face and a wink.
"Well then, I suppose I've just have to do better!" She gloated, spinning up into the air, only to spread like a starfish, holding a large red ribbon as she stopped. She twirled it around her as she danced, stopped on to swing backwords and gulp down her drink, and to occasionally fill it with more alcohol.

[Assistant]
As Visel walked into town and down the road she thought to herself "this looks like a good town to stop and settledown in for a few days" then she spotted an inn where she heard people yelling and she assumed were having a good time. As she walled closer the yelling got louder, she opened the door to the inn and sat down at the bar "the strongest stuff you got and a room" she sed as she threw a couple of coins on the bar table.

The bar tender came back with a brown square bottle with black contents that read 'oil water' and poured her a shot glass "what are you doing?" She sed to the bar tender "I ordered a whole glass not a tinny one" then the bartender spoke back "but this is not meant to be drunken by the glass mam" he'd sed with awe in his voice. "Just poor what I ordered" she sed.

The bartender poorer a whole glass of the black liquor. Then she grabbed the glass and downed the bitter black liquor and asked for another glass After she stood up and leaned on the bar to have a look at everyone. Especially the one dancing on the tables.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 19

Birthplace: Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Appearance:
5'11" with dirty blond hair and blue/green eyes depending on the lighting. Fairly muscular but rarely show emotion on his face.

Personality: (Introverted/Sensing/Thinking/Perception) To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He loves bringing characters to life and enjoys making people happy despite not seeming like it. Ever since the outbreak he has trouble trusting people and it takes a lot for them to earn it. Until they have earned his trust though he won't take his eyes off them. He does however pretend to trust them and he is very convincing.

Occupation before the breakout: College Student

Skills: Good shot. Fairly decent at fighting. Good actor. Great driver. Stealthy. High levels of Perception(except for when it comes to emotions like love or sadness)

Fears/Incompetencies: Large numbers of people. That someone he cares about dies because of him. Will every now and then 'stick his foot in his mouth'.

Equipment: A katana he inherited from his grandfather. A bookbag with some water, food, a change of clothes, an Atlanta Braves Baseball cap, some duct tape, and a zippo lighter. A Toyota Tacoma. A Tanto.

History: Alex is the second oldest of his siblings. When he was younger he connected fairly well with others, but eventually someone really close to him betrayed him. Also almost all of the friend groups he has ever been in tend to have a large falling out leaving him to have to decide which side he would join. He never could choose so he always got left behind. Over the years he closed himself off emotionally to others and rarely opens up anymore. He went to college in California. He and his siblings were at Cedar Creek Falls at the start of the outbreak.

Injuries: Currently has an injured left shoulder via a bullet wound.

Name: Sadie Hill

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Birthplace: Millington, Ohio

Appearance: <snip>

Personality: Sweet, innocent, and caring. Sadie is a natural caretaker. It is just who she is. Whenever she sees anyone hurting or in need she can't help but try to take care of them no matter who they are or what they've done. Although she does at times neglect to take care of herself and if anyone mentions it she will get upset. She makes friends easy, but she won't abandon her closest friends.

Occupation before the breakout: Student

Skills: Natural caretaker. Very friendly. Can find/bring out the good in people. Decent at Archery. Took Ballet since she was 6.

Fears/Incompetencies: Being alone for an extended period of time. The death of a loved one. Will every now and then have a mental breakdown.

Equipment: A bookbag with some water, food, a change of clothes, a few medical supplies, hair brush, toothbrush, two and a half tubes of toothpaste, hair ties, and a winter jacket.

History: Sadie wasn't born a Hill. She was adopted into the family. When she was really young two men killed her parents and injured her and her brother when trying to kidnap them. Fortunately the police arrived to save the children and arrest the kidnappers. Sadly Sadie's brother died in the hospital. When she became stable she was moved to the Children's Hospital. She quickly became attached to a volunteer there by the name of Alex. Because of no close or distant relatives she was gonna be put into the foster system, but Alex begged his parents to adopt her so that wouldn't happen.

Age: 10

Mitch, or as his family calls him Micky, is the youngest in the family. Micky is a highly active kid. He can't sit still unless he is asleep. He is extremely trusting and enjoys meeting new people.

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Malcolm sat gratefully. This young man seemed to have potential.
"I appreciate your help. You have a very nice nature about you," Malcolm complimented and then thought for several moments. "I'm not quite certain... the attack was so sudden, you understand. I believe... I believe there were three bullets left in my gun, and that was after exhausting my other gun. I dropped it somewhere along the street near here. Maybe someone can find it."

Malcolm smiled faintly when asked about his group. "We call our group The Family, because that is how we veiw ourselves : as a family brought together and made stronger by tragedy. They appointed me as leader, but between us I can't help feeling it was a mistake," Malcolm leaned foward, covering his face with his hands. "I tried to take care of them and I failed. I trusted the brutes who forced us from our home. If my family is dead I will never stop blaming myself," he looked up at Alex. "I know your leader, the girl Nikki wasn't it? I know she doesn't trust me. There is no reason for her to. But if you could in some way convince her to let me go along to try and find whatever is left of The Family, I would be forever grateful. Perhaps we could even merge our groups. I am very much afraid that now they have taken our home, the monsters that attacked us might come here next."

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Gracie rubbed her eyes as she woke. "Kiki!" she called, looking around for Nikki. "Kiki! Kikikikikikikiki!"
Moving to the edge of the bed, she turned and fumble-climbed her way down onto the floor. She tried to walk but fell back on her bottom. Moving forward into a crawl, she crawled her way across the floor towards Nikki and Vincent's bed.

[Assistant]
Nikki Hyatt

Nikki threw the covers back and climbed over Vincent like the building was on fire accidentally hitting him in a vulnerable place or two. She got to the floor just in time to get the little one.

"Hey Punkin! Auntie Nikki is here. You are okay." She scooped the baby up and kissed her silly and the little one felt secure again so after about fifteen minutes or so Nikki was able to put her back in her bed.

She looked at Vincent who was now groaning. "Sorry." She hadn't meant to injure the poor sleeping man. She grimaced at the sound. She went back over to the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"I think I'll let you take the bed. I'll take the mats." She went over to the mats and piled 6 of them on top of each other. They were more comfortable than the bare floor. She grabbed her coat to cover up with. She looked up at the baby and smiled.

Angel

[User]
Alex Hill

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 Malcolm's answer to the odd question about the gun could be interpreted in many ways. The main possibility at the time though was that he was telling the truth, and he was a somewhat normal person in terms of desire to live. It could also mean he was lying, but that was highly unlikely when it came to this issue.

 Once Malcolm finished speaking, Alex spoke again. "If they made you the leader it was for a reason. Those who are chosen are always far better than those who force it upon others. That is how I see things in regards to leadership. I do think that doubting the decision makes things worse. The person doubts their decisions and therefore end up second guessing themselves more than they ought to which results in bad decisions.

 Also, yes, Nikki doesn't trust you, but I must say neither do I. Even before everything happened with the dead I had trouble trusting people. However, I think Nikki will be alright with you coming along as I was already going to push the thought. I need to keep my eyes on you, and we need someone to guide us to your basecamp. To the possibility of merging our groups, that is not my decision. I will end up speaking to each of your people separately to get an opinion on them though. Now, I would like to know about these 'brutes'. Do you have any idea of how many there were? Also, how many of your people were there before you got separated?" Alex needed to get an idea of these two groups he hadn't met yet when he suddenly thought of something else, "You said you trusted the brutes. What did they say to you?"

[Assistant]
"I wish I had your confidence. Maybe I would have lead my family better. As for the brutes," Malcolm answered, his face turning grim. "They claimed they wanted to join The Family, that they wanted to make us stronger and protect us. But they were just lying to get in our good graces. The moment we allowed them into our home, they took over and forced us out. The ones they deemed 'useless', whoever would not join them. Men... women... children..." Malcolm said through gritted teeth.

"There were around twelve of us, those who survived the first few days on our own without supplies. A pregnant woman, she died first. The stress was too much for her. She took her own life. Nancy... oh god Nancy..." he shuddered, as though reliving the memory. "Tom, her husband, blamed me. I blamed myself. He took his daughter and several others and left. Then Brenda, an older woman close to my age died from heat stroke and dehydration. There were two men, two women and a teenage boy left along with myself when we were attacked by a mob of the undead. The boy... he was barely fifteen and so very scared. He panicked and ran. I doubt he survived," Malcolm added in a low, very grieved voice. "That boy had potential. He was a nervous sort, but smarter than most men I've known when it came to machines.'

Anyone hearing this would be struck to the heart by the tenderness in which Malcolm spoke. No one could have guessed that he didn't mean a word of it. All of the people he spoke so fondly of did not, nor had ever existed. The best thing to do as far as acting was to create a world for yourself that even you could believe in. Malcolm had no doubt that if he were in Alex' place he would have believed the crap coming out of his mouth.
They would find a gun and several dead mangled corpses of newly dead people once they searched, that would seem to back up his statements, planted there by him and the others. The story of taking over and forcing people out of their home was true, and it was true that Malcolm was the leader, but he had been on the other end of things. He was not a monster though. He had given the women and children a place and protection in his base. The men that did not join him had been fed to the walkers while the sick and ones who were not worth saving were cast out to make their own way into the world. He had given them supplies to last a few days to be fair.

[User]
 Something felt off to Alex. For the first time in his life he felt as though he was missing something. Alex could not place it, but he knew if he paused for to long he would look suspicious. "I wouldn't necessarily chalk it up to confidence. I see the world in a matter-of-fact sort a way, so things like this come easy to me." The spiel that Malcolm gave didn't affect Alex at all. Whether the people Malcolm mentioned were alive or not didn't matter to Alex. He just didn't care. Still Alex had to now put on a show of his own.

 "Malcolm, I'm sorry for your lose, but neither of us has the luxury to think on those who died. If it helps you don't need to mention the dead members again. However, I need you to tell me how many brutes there were, and the names of your people who were still alive. Giving up on people before you see the body is useless and dangerous to that individual. If the brutes caused harm to your group then the best thing to do is to figure out how to get justice for what happened. Grieving also makes it harder to keep the living alive." Something in Alex's mind was sending red flares all over the place. Alex couldn't place it though. All it was at this point was a gut feeling, and he hated going purely off of a gut feeling.

 For now Alex had no choice but to believe the man's story. If it wasn't true then the best way to trick someone into letting up their guard is by convincing them you are on their side. At this point Alex hoped it really was true though. Either way Alex decided to try ending this conversation so he could think over everything, "Hey, it's about time for dinner. You should get some food and rest more. We will have a long day tomorrow." Definitely not the best way to end the conversation, but Alex needed to make it seem like he cared about this man and his group.


[System]
Cutest Vigilante Ever
"Play with me?" | "Want to play a little game?"

[User]
Not a single care was given from Claudia regarding the symbol. First off, the others would remember it. Second, there probably weren't a lot of symbols to look for, so why should she worry about it?

Why not me? Claudia thought, though in Rusalka's much more intimidating voice. I'm the adventurer. I'm the one they'd take seriously, not just another pretty face. You're not even in the Society.

You take that back, miss edgy. I'm the one of us who's better known. I'm sure I'm much more relatable.

You spent a couple months in prison. That's not impressive. It means you got caught.

Well, if I hadn't, you wouldn't exist. It's better than someone who wears fashion accessories to be scary. And I was the one who got us out of there. You may have convinced me I could, but I did it my way. Talking. Not sneaking around, and, as you said, "shankin' bitches like they're a poor man's dinner."

Rusalka's voice grew quiet in her head, but even though it was in her own voice instead of the vigilante guise's, Rusalka laughed through Claudia. Not an evil laugh at least. Just a quiet, 'okay, we're good now' chuckle. Also quietly, a whisper from Claudia herself...to herself: "This better be fun."

[Assistant]
Camp of the Nirmathi Rangers

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As the group questioned Gavirk, he ordered one of his men to hand out the down payment of their services. "The river Marideth runs within sight of the Keep. If the Molthuni soldier is smart, he likely has a watch stationed overlooking the water." The accidental display seemed to barely phase Gavirk, as he quickly shifted his attention to the next question. "When Nirmathas claimed her independence from Molthune, they built Fangwood Keep as a sort of border fort: an aggressive posture towards the Nirmathi. We have conquered and lost the Keep many times over the years, the latest of such excursions being nigh a decade ago when we took it back. Since then, we've been in talks of peace with Molthune, and this rogue soldier is endangering those efforts. That's why we are sending you instead of going ourselves; if Nirmathas took the fort back, it would signal another step in the ongoing war. If Molthune stormed the Keep, it could be seen as a sign of weakness, and elements of our army may try to take advantage. This is a delicate situation, and I trust you will keep the details to yourself?"

Without bothering to await an answer, almost as if he implicitly trusted the paladin in the group, Gavirk turned his attention to the next question. "The woods hold the standard dangers. Not much in the way of quicksand, and the brambles typically don't hunt you if you leave them alone." His response was deadpan, and not even a hint of a smile showed on his face. "There's been reports of hobgoblins along the path, and there's a troll that has a cave not too far from the Keep. He's never bothered us, so we haven't tried to root him out. Other than that, not abnormal dangers to speak of. The woods are fairly quiet." With his answers delivered, he turned to check on some of his men. "If you excuse me, I must see to the training of some new recruits. Please do not delay."

With Gavirk busy, the group purchased their requisite supplies at the quartermaster, spending some of their newly-earned gold before making their plans. A makeshift tavern was an ideal location to plan. The "structure" was little more than a large tent with a plank set upon two barrels serving as the bar, but there were several soldiers mulling about the area. Someone had embedded a pamphlet into a nearby tree via use of an arrow, and the pamphlet had a crudely drawn image of a troll on it. "Bounty: 1000 gold to whomever brings me the head of Sigurx. I'll be at Fort Ramgate -- Signed, Arther Cossack."

It was decided after a short time that the best option would be to begin their adventure immediately, push as far as they could in the remaining light of the day, and break camp along the trail. The journey for the first day was uneventful, and the night's watch equally so. They had traveled for a few hours the following day when they stumbled upon a cavern system. The area outside the caves seemed bare, although the grass was worn within several feet of the cave entrance as if a makeshift path had seen the pounding of thousands of footsteps.

[User]
Detta tried her best to make conversation on the road. Given her attire, talking wasn't going to make them much louder even if they wanted to slink by quietly.

"My pa says a castle traded over and again never gets fixed. This rushed human work made for quick wars's not likely different." She raised a ambivalent palm. "If one company took it without help getting there first, could be full o' holes still? The tricky part's holdin' the bastard."

The cave they found was impossible to miss. Detta turned her head, raised an eyebrow, and stopped. After a quiet look, she lowered the visor of her helmet and strode carefully towards the cave mouth, leaning to get a better look around the scenery. Squinting into the dark didn't yield much that she could make out, even with her dwarven eyes. The pounded path didn't have footprints big enough to be from that troll with the bounty, either.

>Survival 9: Ain't no trolls around here, boss!

Detta put a fist on her hip with a metallic click and half-turned her head back. "What you make o' this?" She asked her friends.

[Assistant]
Hanani did not say much when the man answered his comrades questions, in fact, he remained completely silent and left to go purchase a couple things right after the man had finished speaking. The information they had gathered was plenty and his knowledge of trolls was well enough that if they did run into one he knew to simply use his fire spells to help dispatch the beast before moving on to better things. Once his potions were bought he met up with the others so they could begin their 'adventure', hoping to simply get it over with as he wasn't all that interested in much else, unless something proved to be of interest as they traveled. Before their rest of the first night he spent some time simply talking to Mercy, amusing himself with the small banter until he was forced to get the rest his body decided to force upon him.

 The following day he was just as quiet as before, content with simply listening to the others and only speaking when spoken to if it could not be avoided. When they came across the cave systems, he simply squinted his eyes and took a look inside, figuring the others would look at the prints as he was more interested in what could potentially be inside... which seemed to be nothing, at least not at the moment. "The cave system seems to be relatively silent and made of limestone," he told the others, probably the most he has said in some time in a collective sentence, "Nothing sounds out of the normal nor does it seem dangerous at the moment, but that isn't to say that we won't have some troubles later on if we don't go through quickly."

 With that said, he simply pulled Mercy from her sheath and held her in an almost lazy, but natural, manner. When the Paladin asked for the other's opinions Hanani remained silent. He didn't much care about the tracks and he didn't glean much from them regardless, so he felt he did not really have anything to add to the conversation in those regards. "Oh come on, it can't hurt to share some of the information you get even if it isn't-"

 "Shush, it is nothing important and the Paladin gleaned about as much as I did," Hanani growled at the sword mentally, his face showing his displeasure.

HP: 28/28
AC: 19

Spells -
0: 4/4 (DC:14)
1: 4/4 (DC:15)
2: 2/2 (DC:16)

Arcana Pool: 5/5
Mercy Pool: 1/1

Perception: 18
Knowledge-Dungeoneering: 14
Survival: 21

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⋪▬▬═▬Kyra and Kit▬═▬▬⫷

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The party spied upon an opening within the nearby crag, and the banter trailed off as they approached. With a simple glance, it seemed like a perfect place for their extraneous bounty. Though, traveling only a day and assuming the first cave you happen to slip by is the home to a troll would a tad irresponsible. And so a handful of the adventurers stooped over the cluster of steps in the grass in search for clues, Kyra included.

She came to a low crouch, inspecting the ground for any visible pattern as the weather had cleared away any particular print. "This must've been abandoned quite a while ago," she remarked as she started to follow one such pattern in the trail. On its own it was unrecognizable, but she was able to track it down a few feet until a piece of brush had to be peeled away to reveal it. Underneath, there was a print, relatively preserved.

"Hobgoblins," she spoke up. Eyeing around a little and rising to her feet, almost identical patterns were flooding over the trail, all about as recent as this. "It seems that they left in a hurry. And in droves." She pondered to herself for a moment on this. There were so many. Why would they have all fled like this?

"I don't think a lone troll could've ejected this many of them from their home. Either men invaded the cavern, or something else has nested here. Something much bigger."

>26 to Survival.

[Assistant]
Valerio Vexx

Wilderness

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Valerio shuffled his cards as he and his allies searched the caves, a bored expression on his face. He feels like he should have consulted the Harrow before they started venturing out, but decides to not dwell on it too much. Still, however, his paranoia slowly became apparent the longer they traveled through the wilderness. For a moment, he decided to look around, himself. As he surveyed the general area, Valerio hears some rustling in the trees.

"Damn it, it's an ambush, isn't it?" Valerio questioned, drawing a card as he looked up to the trees. All he found instead was but a lowly squirrel, doing naught but... mocking him?

"... False alarm." Valerio grunted, eyeing the squirrel with annoyance. As an attempt to forget whatever he just did, Valerio figured he would continue by scanning the area for any latent magic. Whispering the words to himself and waving his hands in the air, Valerio had cast Detect Magic. As the faint wave of scrying magic slowly pulsed throughout the area, Valerio's readings indicate that there seems to be nothing of magical origin in the immediate area. Before he could detect some more, however, the telltale sound of chuckling continues to break his train of thought.

Turning back around, Valerio once again spots the squirrel, laughing more frantically than before. Valerio also has the feeling that somehow, the squirrel is insulting his mother. Losing his patience, Valerio decided to cast another spell. Touch of Fatigue. Maybe this will shut that rat up...

What followed was a short dispute. Well, dispute's a bit of a strong word... The squirrel leaped on Valerio, biting and clawing at him as he frantically began to beat it to death with his club, his thrown card missing and flying back into his other hand. The squirrel had scurried across the gambler's body as a means to evade his attacks, causing the gambler to hit himself a few times trying to catch the dastardly beast. Finally, after a short display of man-screaming and wild swinging, Valerio had managed to finally beat the woodland creature, raising it in the air victoriously, before dropping it on the ground. As he took a breath, relishing his victory, stifled laughter could be heard from the direction of the party. Turning towards them, he had noticed that Detta had been holding back her laughter.

It was at this moment that Valerio realized how much of a fool he looked like.

"Ah, I was just... finding us lunch!" Valerio had said, with a nervous smile. "How about any of you help me pack it up? I'll be here, looking for a... a stick! Squirrel on a stick! Anyone ever tried one of those? They are divine."

The half-elf felt like he will never live this down. Ever.

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Rusalka watched in mild amusement as her companion was mauled. By a squirrel. That he provoked. Becuse he's perfectly sane. She would have helped, of course...once he went unconscious. Not that she wasn't going to hold this against him forever. Claudia would, too, but not in amusement. She'd have handled it much more childishly, though, so it was much better for Rusalka to be out.

Once the distraction had passed, Rusalka stepped forward toward the opening to the cave. "Now that you've lerted everyone to our presence, I'll go see exactly who may have been listening. Stay back unless you're accustomed to life in the dark. Not the mental dark, Valerio; you stay here."

>Stealth Roll: 27
>Perception Roll: 20
>Walking in as far as she can, watching where she's going.


[System]
* Ryan "Tundra" Pratt
* Runé "Railgun" Langley
* Kenji "Sacryed" Shihouin
* Dreda "Crow" Ora

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Enemies

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Additional characters

[User]
Beast boy had given the team the rundown of his conversations with three of the four people he had encountered. When Beast Boy had mentioned Starfire in his story, Nightwing placed his left hand over his right subconsciously, saying nothing about it. Some cybernetic woman from an alternate Earth? An alien of sorts? A bird based mystic? It was a strange cast of characters, but it could work. After all, his own team consisted of members just as outlandish.

Raven had cast a small glare at Beast boy when he mentioned how close this Runé had been to him, but eased up when he quickly told her that nothing happened. She pressed a little more just to see how Beast Boy would react, and the fact that she was trying to be better as a person was showing through with her somewhat cruel joke on Beast Boy.

While the four conversed, the door opened once more behind them, revealing a tall figure in a long and flowing robe. Her hunched posture and slow movements suggested that she had woken up rather recently, but the sight of seeing all of her old friends energized her instantly.

"My friends!" Her voice instantly brought attention towards her.

As beautiful as ever, Starfire stood in the doorway with a million watt smile on her face. The smiles of her friends only made her own more intense. Beast Boy didn't come around to Jump city all that often when compared to his other destinations, so even though he was only seen through the computer screen, she was happy. Raven and Cyborg didn't come down all that often since they were fighting in the big leagues with Nightwing's old mentor and the man of steel.

"Mornin' sleepy head. It's noon." Cyborg laughed, watching Starfire contort her face in shock.

She could not believe that she had been up so late. It was that dastardly coffee, she was sure of it. Had she not had so much, she probably wouldn't have been up so late and passed out in a blink of an eye early into the morning.

From this day onward, she could scorn the hot caffeinated beverage!

After her rage settled, Starfire walked to meet the rest of the group. "So what are you all here for?" She asked them. Knowing Nightwing as well as she did, it was more likely business than pleasure. He wouldn't call them away from the watchtower to hang out for old time's sake. If he wanted to catch up, he'd just call them through video chat.

Before anyone could answer her question, Starfire saw the files in Nightwing's hand. Hesitantly, she reached out towards them. Nightwing could see her hand, and placed them within her grasp before letting go. He wasn't able to see the final file, but he was sure that Beast boy would tell him more about it.

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For a young man who constantly cooled the air around him and had bright blue skin and elf ears, life was hard. The constant looks and questions had little effect on him now, but he still didn't like the treatment towards him. It was like he was an alien of something, which he absolutely wasn't.

He didn't even know where he was at the moment. Some little town in upstate New York, he believed. However, he had no real idea since he didn't know the area. He only knew because the sign entering the town stated the state it was in.

At the moment, young Ryan Pratt sat by himself in a little cafe. He liked cool and cold things, but sometimes a nice hot cup of coffee did the trick. He stirred his drink slowly, most of his focus being put to making sure he cooled the area as little as possible.

"Is this seat taken?"

Ryan turned his head to hear who the voice originated from. Where he had expected some resident of the town, or maybe even one of the cafe's employees, stood a young man with Green skin and pointed ears similar to his own.

It didn't take long for Ryan to figure out who he was. He might not have had luxuries like television all day and a cell phone connected to the internet, but he still saw the TV's in windows, diners, cafes. He knew who Beast Boy was, but he didn't know why he wanted him, or how he found him.

"Um, sure." He replied hesitantly.

Beast Boy took the seat across from Ryan, looking at him with relaxed eyes and a posture to match.

Ryan took a sip of his drink, waiting for Beast Boy to say something. After a moment of silence, Ryan spoke up. "Is there something you wanted from me?" He was curious to know.

"Oh!" Garfield's eyes widened as he snapped back into reality. It seemed that he zoned out thinking of other things. "Yeah, yeah." He nodded, but then stopped to shake his head. "Wait no." He corrected himself before shaking his ehad again. "Sorta."

As he tried to find the right words, Beast Boy became more impatient with himself. With a grunt, he placed a Communicator down on the table.

"Take that, dude." He told the cryomancer. "I think you could be a Titan."

Ryan's confusion only increased. At the moment, he was training himself to be a better hero without any more accidents, but being a Teen Titan was a bit of a large step. "Wait!" He almost shouted. "How did you find me?"

Beast Boy laughed. "Dude, you leave a trail of extra cold snow wherever you go, you know that right?"

Ryan sighed. He should have seen that, and was fairly embarassed that he was found like that. He then realized that he had yet to introduce himself. "I'm Ryan." He said to the famed superhero. "You can call me Tundra."

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R A I L G U N( Runé Langley )

After being greeted by the automatic sliding doors that admitted her in silence, she glanced around - the tower appeared to be deserted, which was queer to Rune's sharp eyes: traces of fresh paint could be seen on the walls, and there wasn't so much of a speck of rust on any of the well-polished metallic surfaces. Signs that this place had frequent visitors dropping by.

A sudden rush of cold draft prickled her artificial skin dotted with microscopic chips to allow her experience the sense of touch like biological humans do - she balled her fists and took a defensive stance. Someone else is here. She couldn't help but shudder as the surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower. She let out an irritated 'tch' through her gritted teeth and raised the shotgun barrel on her arm at the ceiling. "Show. Yourself."

BANG.

All hell broke loose: water burst out of the sprinklers, showering the place with an angry roar; the sound of the alarm blasted throughout the building, which made Rune's ears ring to its steady beat. She shook her head, trying to refocus - she summoned the rest of her hidden armaments, feeling her body rising with excitement.

Maybe this could be a chance for her to show off her abilities to her recruiter, the Teen Titans.

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S A C R Y E D( Kenji Shihouin )

The first time Beast Boy spotted Kenji was a random encounter along the streets of Harajuku - maybe due to his constant interaction with the ever-bizarre Starfire who tried to teach her alien customs to the team, he could read from that boy's awkward body language that he was definitely more that what he seemed. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to follow Kenji to find out more.

It didn't take him long to have his gut feeling answered.

Once Kenji closed his apartment door behind him, Beast Boy - who had transformed into a small rat and hid himself in the pocket of the teen's overcoat - watched in awe as the strange teen shedded his skin to reveal a silvery one underneath, his pretty face smoothed out into a plain metal mask. The boy turned his head and sighed at the faceless reflection on the mirror above the shoe-rack, then he changed back into the human appearance from before.

The Titan took his chance to slip away when Kenji removed the coat and threw it on the sofa - from the shadow of the space beneath the coffee table, Beast Boy took one final look at the tired expression on the boy's face before he snuck off silently, his mind lost in thought, leaving to his animal instinct to navigate out of the place.

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"Are you sure? Really really sure about this?"

Kenji inched back as Lady Nana, the manager of the host club he had been working at, towered over him, her heavily penciled eyes scrutinizing him unblinkingly. He gave her a weak smile. "Y-Yes. It's...an urgent family thing that I cannot decline."

Lady Nana seemed to falter a little at his half-assed attempt to charm her, but she quickly collected herself and closed her eyes. "Well, it appears that none of us are able to stop you from leaving, but we're going to miss you a lot, honey."

Kenji gripped the communicator in his pocket. He had already made his choice. "I'm sorry about this too. Goodbye."

"Don't say that! Don't make it sound as if you're never coming back."

I'm sorry, he apologized quietly at the saddened look on her heavyset face. There's no turning back now.

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He really did hope that they wouldn't mind too much of him arriving of his own accord. Jump City seemed to be a bit more welcoming to the strange, as none had treated him differently or acted as if he was some strange alien or monster. It was something he was thankful for. With all of the villain attacks in the city, one would be surprised how high the rent is and how many people live there. However, the world was a dangerous place. Villains littered every crack and every corner or the planet and beyond, and it was up to people like him to keep the people safe.

The automatic doors of the tower welcomed him. Nobody was there to greet him, however. He just assumed that they were still busy with superheroing or something similar. Maybe not, though. Maybe Robin had to pick up some eggs? What if Starfire wanted to rent a foreign movie that was only availble at a certain shop in the city? What if was just something completely normal and not superhero-y?

It didn't bother Ryan all that much. The comfy couches in what appeared to be a lobby of sorts provided him comfort until someone noticed his presence. Guilt began to enter his system. He just sort of appeared. While Beast Boy had sent him the alert a few days beforehand, they had not really spoken any more after that. Hopefully they would welcome him.

Be began to relax on the couch, taking in the comfy and soft fabrics. The deeper he got lost in his thoughts, the colder the air became.

"Just... Be careful, honey." The soothing and warm voice of his mother called out to him. She knew that it was only a matter of time before her little boy spread his figurative wings and flew off to protect his own city, she just wished that she had a little more time to help him out before he started to carry his own weight.

They had been talking about it for weeks. Ryan's plunge into guilt had scarred him for some time. His mother offered help, as well as his father, but neither could do anything truly helpful other than just offer their support. He felt the need to have to go out on his own to become stronger.

"I know mom. I'll make sure I'm okay. I'll send post cards when I can, and talk to you guys the first chance I get!" His smile brightened her day. She reminded him whenever they spoke that his smile that day always made her smile again. She longed to see her son again, but she would settle for calls and post cards for now.

She handed to him a large back pack, filled with supplies, food, money, and a seemingly unreasonable amount of frozen water bottles. The weight of the back pack almost pulled him down as it fell onto his shoulders.

A single tear fell from her pale face, freezing just before it hit the ground. No words were spoken as he walked out the door for what she hoped was not the final time.

The sound of the door opening again jutted the young man out of his thoughts. Quickly, he scrambled for cover. He couldn't mask his presence for too long, the air was probably close to freezing from such a long time of daydreaming.

"Show. Yourself." The words echoed throughout the lobby.

Peeking out, Ryan took note of the shotgun barrel pointed towards the ceiling. Was this some new villain attacking the tower? His suspicions seemed to be confirmed with a loud bang, setting off the alarms and activating the sprinklers. How fortunate for him! He could not stop the alarm, but he could demonstrate his abilities to the Titans by defeating a villain in their own home.

He waited for the sprinklers to give him more water before revealing himself and dropping the air noticeably further in the immediate area. The woman was covered in arms! He had to be careful. Rushing at her, he continued to freeze the air, the pigment of his skin now a vibrant blue from the use of his powers. Maybe he could freeze all of the weapons and shatter them, but maybe not. They didn't seem normal. She didn't seem normal. Perhaps his enemy would me more of a challenge than he thought.


[System]
Age: 68, physically aged 17
Gender: Female
Race: Tennin

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Personality
Typically laid-back and has a knack for being flippant, having some sort of disability to take things seriously. Suzuka tends to be easily bored, and puts on a disinterested attitude in even the tensest situations. She can be rather hard-edged towards her adversaries and rivals, but prefers to be fair in most matters, even in disputes and fights. She is also loyal to those she considers a friend, and is willing to lend a hand. Suzuka is fairly smart especially in matters of memory, but a dumbass when it comes to common sense.

Suzuka is fond of noodles, pasta and wine. She prefers to live on heights and in cold weather.

Abilities
Consecrating Blood - An enchanting blood courses through Suzuka's veins. With that, the Tennin possesses above-average strength, slightly enhanced healing capability, and semi-strict ownership of her items. Her items solely respond to her blood, which means Suzuka would own them most of the time, but someone can make a workaround by collecting a sample of not less than 100 ml and smear them on the desired equipment.

Suzuka's blood is also noted to be both a universal donor and recipient at the same time. Anyone that recovers from receiving her blood also seem to gain a little boost to their magical reserves for a little while, should they have one. A Tennin blood is also a vital component in some alchemies, which make her highly sought after and at risk of being hunted down.

Skills
Suzuka has a remarkable proficiency with pianos, video games and memorization. Do ask her to play Gwyn, Lord of Cinder whenever you both stumble on a piano just lying around, or ask her about the last sixty years that has passed. Though Suzuka is rather mediocre on chores, enough to prevent her apartment from turning into a decrepit mess.

Equipment
Plain "Hagoromo" - A seemingly plain black dress overlay, which is actually her hagoromo. The flight that derives from it lasts long enough to ascend her just exactly to the level of her apartment, and can glide to safe falls.

The hagoromo can be rewoven by dipping damaged parts in her blood.

Aquamarine Divinity Orb - This orb creates a field that nulls any magical effect directed to the bearer, up until it breaks from being overloaded or directly attacked. Most of the time it floats around where the presence of the blood of Suzuka is strongest, but she can willingly return it back to regular physics and hold it with ease, as it is as lightweight as aerogel but not easily blown by winds.

If shattered, the orb repairs itself in a matter of hours, and is unaffected by any attempts to repair with blood.

Seraphic Lily - A mysterious lily flower of hidden origin. The flower releases a barrage of lightly damaging danmaku projectiles when blown, but is especially dangerous at close ranges where the most hits will land.

The energy stored in it is marked by each petal, which withers as it depletes. Meditation restores each petal.

Background
As far as most people know, Suzuka has been in the Imaginary District for ten years, and likes to involve herself in local affairs and hearsay out of boredom, including with the MYO. She lives at the top floor of the highest apartment building, most probably as a testament to the historical legend that tennin prefers to live at mountain peaks. According to Suzuka herself, nearly her entire life has been fairly mundane, apart from some encounters with "poachers" seeking her blood. The items, she says, are an inheritance from people she has forgotten for quite some time now.

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The festival was as lively as it had ever been, nearly unchanged since the last ten years that had passed. It's worth saying, though, that this was a rather common setup for concerning security inconveniences, big or small. A few kids, or a dozen even, could be wandering out lost. Or some baddy-one-shoe could be out there and about to rain down the parade. It's surprising none of the latter had happened in the ten years the tennin was here, and it wouldn't be likely now if some peacekeeper organization was out for vigilance. Maybe.

Suzuka thought of grabbing up some choco-bananas and ramen, but was called out by a familiar voice before she had even laid eyes on a store that sold each of them.

It was the Chief. And she had something to do for Suzuka today.

"Ah, er, Makiko! Lost kid, first thing in the day? What does Sayuri-chan's parents look like?"

Though she wasn't setting aside her midday meal just yet. The plan Suzuka had was simple: go eat, take a stroll, and lounge as usual. Let some coincidence lead to a happy reunion with Sayuri-chan's parents, or guardians, or caretaker, or... whatever.

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"Would it really be wrong though?" Hiraku questioned, a mischievous smile on his face, "If the mochi's purchased as a thank-you for all the hard work of the members of the MYO?"

After all, the plan WAS to purchase enough mochi to feed even the mascot dog, right? He personally didn't think it was that much of a problem to use the organization's budget when it's for the sake of the organization's members, but it looked like he was outvoted in this regard. "Well, if you're so keen on paying, feel free to, Ren. And I wouldn't put it past you to keep money up your sleeves, like those Chinese ninjas. That being said…"

Reaching out towards the satori's antennae ears with a closed fist, Hirako said with mock surprise, "Oh, what's this? When did you start using your antennae as your wallet, Aoi?"

And, within that clenched fist was a 500 yen coin. Which had always been there, because his own skills in sleight-of-hand was trash…but it was just a joke, really. Flicking the coin up and catching it once more, Hirako said, "Alright, I'll go negotiate with Jou over there about group deals, so just…uh, pick out a good mallet, eh? Find the flattest head and go for the heaviest one you think you can repeatedly swing!"

A few minutes of intense handwaving and money slapping later, Hiraku returned to the duo, flashing a peace sign and a frayed smile.

"5kg of mochi for 2000 yen, if we do it all on the spot. Howzat sound, Ren?"
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Aoyama Makiko

Makiko gave Shiki a nod, before her attention returned to the little girl, who was still looking up at Suzuka in surprise for a few moments. It really wasn't every day you saw a tennin, they weren't the most common of youkai after all. It was quite possible the little girl didn't come from around here, either, so seeing youkai wasn't exactly a common occurrence. After all, outside of the Imaginary District, youkai were a secret that the public was not allowed any privy too. Not just youkai, but all supernatural entities and occurrences. Regardless of the reason, she patted the girl on the head again.

"Suzuka-san is right," she began, "We need to know what your parents look like, so can you tell us, Sayuri-chan?"

The little girl shifted on her feet and hesitated for several moments.

"Um, mommy is really pretty... she has kind of wavy brown hair and green eyes," she said, after a moment, attempting to illustrate her mother's hair with her hands, "And... oh, she's wearing blue! Daddy has short black hair and grey eyes, and um... you'll really find them?"

Makiko gave Sayuri another smile.

"Of course, Sayuri-chan! Leave it to the Miura Youth Organization!"

The black-haired girl straightened and proudly jerked a thumb towards her chest. After all, this was the kind of thing she had formed the Youth Organization for!

Still holding Sayuri's hand with her other hand, Makiko turned towards Suzuka.

"Do you think you could try and fly up and try and spot anyone like that, Suzuka-san?" she asked, "If not, we can just take a look around, but it'd be quicker with a bird's eye view!"

@easy modo

[Assistant]
Ren

"It was in my hand the whole time I just..." The Kitsune trailed off as Hiraku was preforming his own trick. Ren pouted as he pretended to pull the coins from Aoi's ear. "He didn't even use real magic...and wheres the confetti?" she murmured to herself.

Before Hiraku turned around towards her, she turned her head looking nonchalant. "Uh, sure, that's cool with me." Ren said calmly. She had faith in the boy, he did know this sort of stuff better than she did.

"Alright Aoi, lets pick up a good one," Ren said walking towards the mallets that were lined up waiting to be picked up and used pick a hammer of justice, at least that's what Ren was thinking. The kitsune lifted a few before she found one that she could pick up and swing. "We were destined to meet, here and now...in this place. Hammer of Light, lend me your strength," she says jokingly.

Ren looked up towards Hiraku as he waved his arms making a deal with the man running the stall, the deal had seemed to gone well for him. Ren returned the smile and replied, "yeah sounds good." Honestly she had no clue what a good deal was for mochi but Hiraku seemed pleased.

Just then, a man with short black hair and grey eyes approached the three MYO members. The Man looked panicked, Ren blinked taking in the mans appearance. "Uh-did you need help sir?" she asked softly.

"Y-yeah, a lady told me to look for you kids with the orange arm bans, she said you'd be able to help," the man says nervously. The man looked young, maybe early to mid twenties at the moment it seemed he was stressed. "I lost my little girl...Sayuri. Me and my wife have been looking for her it's been almost an hour.

Ren placed a hand on the man's arm to calm him down, "Okay-okay, umm...let me contact my boss and she'll put out the word. We'll find her sir, the MYO are on the case.

Ren took her hand from the man's arm and pulled out her phone she began to text ferociously as the man describe his daughter from her hair and eye color to what she was wearing. The text was sent to all MYO members, hopefully one of them would spot the missing girl.

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Honami Aoi

It's not as if it wasn't obvious what Hiraku had done, but Aoi clapped for him regardless, giving him a cheery smile as he left to negotiate. With that, she hurried off to pick a hammer, ideally the best one of the bunch. Nice and heavy, but not so heavy it's hard to lift, flat, firm head...! To her surprise, however, she felt satisfaction radtiate from nearby and turned to see that Ren had picked out a rather perfect-looking hammer. They were going to pound all the mochi they could eat! ... Well, them and the rest of the Organization's members. Only... it was right about then that her antenna picked up another approaching presence, twitching. Aoi turned to face the source of the sensation.

Upon hearing his story, Aoi immediately decided it was time to volunteer her assistance. She did so by jutting her hand into the air like she was in class almost immediately.

"If you let me touch my forehead to yours I can look into your memories and see if we can get a better idea of where to start looking!" she declared, volunteering herself. The green-haired girl paused for a moment, realizing that likely didn't explain much of anything. "Um, I'm a satori, so I can read your mind to see if there's anything that might help that you might not be thinking of right now!"

@Lightning

[Assistant]
— Festival —

He smiled down at her and nodded. Both was always the right choice in this situation. Finding an empty spot seemed to be a good choice too, as well as having her make a decision.

"Okay. You can get us both some takoyaki and I'll get the crepes. Then we can go somewhere to enjoy them."

He started to move in the direction of the crepe stand. She should be able to manage a little on her own. Visiting both stands at once as well would mean avoiding any trouble if they happened to become busy later.

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Mori Hoshiko

Standing in front of the takoyaki vendor confronted Hoshiko with the worst dilemma possible when the man running the stall asked her how much she wanted. At least, being a festival stall like this, it was pretty clear what she was going to ask for... but she had no idea how much August would want to eat! Or how much she should get to make sure that she could sample as much of the food on sale tonight as possible.

"Ah... two... no... four? Ah... three!" the girl said, unable to decide and eventually opting for making sure that there was enough that she hadn't gotten too little.

Though it was rather hard to carry it all...

[Assistant]
Oh, so she's not really going to walk around, right. Why wouldn't Suzuka just fly up and look for that someone, huh? That sounds so- aw, that's not going to work. There's a reason that's not going to work, and that's because oh hell the Chief's right, Makiko's god damn right, why the hell haven't she thought of this? That could've saved a lot more time than just walking around and breaking your neck from trying to find whoever had green eyes and brown hair.

"Alright, I'll look for her quick," Suzuka said, nodding and giving a quick thumbs-up. "I'll be prepping up a bit and..."

Suzuka achieved liftoff.

"Now where was she...?"

There were a hundred brownhairs at the crowd, and a similar hundred greeneyes. A dozen had exactly both of them, but nearly all of them looked too young to be raising a child.

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The forgotten phone on the desk within Suzuka's room shed a tear, as it futilely vibrated to a message the tennin would never lay eyes on.

At least while it was still useful.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 29

Nationality: British

Appearance: Ellie has a distinct red hair, being a bright red- this being her natural shade, rather than an artificial one. She stands at about 5"7, with a fairly feminine build, though her features are fairly on the small side. She keeps her hair fairly short, to the top of her neck, and has a pair of blue eyes, being quite distinctly sharp for a woman of her type. Her EVA suit has a distinct British flag, on the left shoulder where many of the other operators would also have their distinct patch, with a small marking of her mission on Prospect Horizon.

Job: Astronaut (Head of EVA)

Brief Background: Ellie was born in Dover, England, to a fairly middle class family- being brought up in a stable household, and doing very well in school. Her passion was engineering- she was one of the few girls who genuinely adored studying the subject, and she did exceptionally well at it. But there was one thing she did even better- and that was her dedication to the. She attended the University of British Columbia, in Canada, taking an Aeronautical Engineering degree before returning to the UK to join the Fleet Air Arm as a helicopter pilot. She found herself very capable flying Merlin helicopters off the aircraft carrier deck of the HMS Queen Elizabeth, and whilst she didn't do any combat sorties, she was asked if she wanted to become an Astronaut, as a part of the UK's dedication to the European Space Agency's mission in collaboration with various other countries. This was two years before the launch of the Prospect Horizon- and she took the offer gladly, taking this route into becoming an astronaut, obtaining a Masters degree part-time whilst studying towards this. It was during this period she got married to her boyfriend, Ben- though this was a romance that was short lived, because she was a part of the second deployment to the Prospect Horizon.

Adjusting to Extra Vehicular Activity, and helping set up the Prospect Horizon's initial habitation modules was tricky, but something she did exceptionally well. Private companies were mainly responsible for the materials sent up- with the co-ordination of international space programs bringing it together as a symbol of unity, under a scientific banner. Ellie remembered the ISS of days past, and this was something new- a far bigger chance to launch humanity forwards. She proved her worth well enough to be deployed again on the sixth deployment of people to the station, back when it was only at 100 people- and again on the 16th Deployment, about four months ago. She's at home aboard the station, and feels comfortable- while it's still in Zero-G, it's something she acclimatizes to well, and she's a career Astronaut now. One day, she hopes to become the station commander, instead of her current role as an Acting Head of EVA- an important, but role that she feels she wants to go beyond. She is very skilled outside the the station in dealing with matters that would otherwise require an expert's hand, and while knowing that there are others that are older and perhaps wiser, she's still got a lot of potential, and has been frequently enough in the last few years to have a very concentrated experience.

Ellie is seen as a petite woman compared to her peers, and often is questioned for her role as the Head of a department, running such a critical role outside the station, at her age and size, being perhaps a little smaller than most men and even women. Going out on a spacewalk with her, however, and you understand why. She's learned rapidly, and is very well experienced, though of course, the events of the 5th of September will prove still far more than she can handle. Ellie is more than technical enough, and treats any walk out into the abyss like it was a walk in the park, even if her fellow Astronauts are panicking. This is something a little different.

Special Equipment:
-Suit-Mounted Thruster Pack (Enhances movement)
-Oxy-Acetone Cutter Torch (Can be useful for cutting apart entrapments, or faulty locks. Will only be useful on thinner metals, not seals or thick bulkheads.)
-Interactive Tablet (A electronic interfacing kit, can be used in conjunction with a voltmeter and various other pieces of kit to perform system and component diagnostics- with many components of the Prospect Horizon, even it's metals, having a digital footprint.)

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Neil snagged a handhold as he got closer to the station then pulled himself hand over hand towards Ellie. And almost started swearing when he saw her go rocketing off. He swore and nearly took off after her. But by the time he had pushed himself off Ellie and remarkably Viktor were on their way back. He boosted back to the station or well the remains of the station and crawled hand over hand to where they had landed. As soon as he reached them he sighed a sigh of relief, "Well...this walk has gone well hasn't it?" He clamped himself to one of the handholds with a karabiner, and when he heard that she was bleeding O2 he winced, "Well we need to get inside then." He followed along in the rear of the group as they crawled towards the junction door. And helped as once it was cut open, pulling on it to open it.

Once inside he planted himself against a wall for a short time. Looking around and trying to get some processing done. The walk had started, the maintenance began, the explosion, needing to get back into the station. Their objective is to find supplies and get to the Makoto. all of it is happening so fast.

As he leaned there he nodded. Safety would mean an escape pod, and dropping to the surface, soon at that. Getting rescued and perhaps just perhaps getting a rescue ship up to those that stayed behind, because let's face it, there are going to be people left behind. Those pods only carried two people. Maybe three if you're daring and can slip into it safely.

Quietly, silently, he made a pact with himself, he was the least likely to have need to go back immediately...he'd stay behind. Of course that all depended on if they survived long enough to get to a pod and if the SpaceX ship out there is okay.

He gave a push off the wall and began to search the pods he could reach, jimmying open an access hatch and crawling into one of the neighboring pods. Supplies, supplies. Air Canisters, fuel. Those were top of the list, food wouldn't do them squat with the time they had.

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Makoto listened for an answer, but didn't here one, only radio chatter between them. They must have heard him, though, as they were referring to him by name in their transmissions. "I'm running a bit low on spare oxygen over here, due to several hull breaches I had to seal." he said over the radio. "I've got maybe a few hours worth if all of us are breathing it. And because the atmosphere processors and algae growers weren't installed, I can only sequester CO2, not turn it back into oxygen. If you could find some processors that would be good. Algae would take to long to grow, so it's a long term thing only. I also don't have a way to generate power to replenish my fuel reserves. Extra fuel, including inert gas, would be nice, but if you can find any solar panels or RTGs, that would be even better."

Once the transmission was done, he looked over a list of cargo and equipment he had on board. Hopefully he could find something to solve his problems. No escape pods, and the surface lander hadn't come up from the surface yet. He hadn't drifted far from the station, though, so they shouldn't have any trouble coming over. "One last thing." he said, opening the channel once more. "the air lock seal was damaged. You'll have to use the medical or science bay as a makeshift airlock to come aboard."

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It was as loud as a bang could get, as the next one rumbled throughout the station. Ellie moved up, going through where she had been just an hour ago, drifting quietly and calmly. She moved up, looking behind to Neil, before the noise of that bang then echoed even louder, from the bar that she held onto. It felt like then, it occured. Engineering split into two, and Ellie could barely wrap her hand around a bar, grabbing Neil with her left, as she threw him upwards, as the whole structure below almost completely caved in. The door had perhaps been the last strongpoint- now, it had fallen apart. And it was the sudden horror of realizing where Viktor and Jeremiah were. Ellie was speechless. They were down there, in the furthest end of the station, just to the left of their airlock. The force had been explosive, and even with King's thruster pack, they'd die. She exhaled hard, aware that they were now outside, as Ellie looked to King, thrusting upwards into the Engineering area, or at least, what was left of it. She threw herself past a small door, and felt Neil go past, sealing it semi-shut to at least keep whatever integrity was left. The whole structure felt like it was falling apart, and Ellie knew they had lost any hope of finding the bulk of material in Engineering that was left. She drifted past a pair of claw arms, for repairs, and quickly stabilized herself out, moving slow, breathing slowly as she was almost totally speechless. She couldn't say anything, she knew that Dylatov and King, were as good as dead now. She had a dying oxygen supply. Soon, Stienhauser and Makoto would be alone. And Ellie felt sick from it, the knot in her stomach tightened.
"Fuck..." She said, looking to Neil, grabbing his hand, aware he was close, feeling cold and warm inside as she clambered past a smashed arm.
"They're going to die...that was a decompression of whatever was left, it's going to be thrown out of orbit. No thruster can save you from that." She said, moving slowly, as she reached up, moving to a cabinet, opening it up to it's empty sight. She then moved through, almost exited in a way, as she moved through the next module, quickly taking off a cover marked "Emergency". Then she was shocked to see what she saw. Where the escape pod was, there was an enormous crack, almost the size of a hand's width, by the side of the escape pod, the black ball shattered.
"No way...bollocks!" She yelled, looking at it, almost feeling like she could kick it, but it wouldn't achieve little. She exhaled, knowing she had to hold herself together.

"We need to get out of Engineering...that was a two man pod, we need to get to where Makoto is. I'm thinking if we salvage what supply he has, and we try and get into Medical, that seems fairly intact. But we'll need to cross Habitation. It's going to be risky." She said, looking back to him, breathing a little harder from her anger towards it, sweat pouring down her right now. This was death, this was going to be the way she died, and no matter how drilled she was, that was going to remain a fact.
"Makoto, this is Tavistock...we've lost two of our men, Engineering is falling to pieces. We're going to try going through Habitation toward Medical, the last thing I can think of is that Logistics has something left in terms of escape pods, but there's no way in hell that we're going to survive long if we go direct." She said, looking down to Neil, as they approached a completely blown out section, held by barely a few metal linkages.
"Okay...Neil, I need you to spool out your rope to me, and try and cross. We cross this and the linkages break, I don't want to waste fuel on boosting away, so only one of us should need to. I'm at about half levels right now." She said, aware that the vertigo was scary- they were facing towards the darkness of the stars, Engineering pointing away from the Earth. It was strange, but somehow, Ellie knew that that things were not normal now. Things didn't have their momentum stopped, they kept going, and in this case, it was just knowing that they needed security.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Parents: Deadpool and Killer Frost
Powers: Great skill with almost all forms of weaponry and Cryokinesis.
Bio: Throughout Flood's time in the Academy he always felt hated by nearly all the students. He always felt isolated from everyone else and that no one wanted to be friends with him. When he graduated at the top of his class in Weapon Handling he let everyone know exactly how he felt and how much he hated everyone at the Academy. He cracked down on all the wrong doing at the school and took down as many bullies as he could. After graduation Connor had offered him a spot in an Avengers like team. He accepted the offer Connor made to him for his team and smiled like he always did. He felt like for the first time in his life he was accepted. So he got much more serious about his job and straightened out his life as much as he could. He rarely had his psychotic breakdowns, and was an advocate all over the world for Anti Bullying. After finding out about the Academy being destroyed he didn't care all too much due to his experiences there. But it was still a crime and he was not one to let a crime go unpunished.
Other: Recently taken to dying his hair various colors. The latest color is a snow like white.

[User]
Harry

When Kagerou was finished with him, Harry leaped off what he was sitting on. He pulled his hood over his eyes despite his glasses. "Thank you. I'm going to go see if I can be any use, finding any surviving students" He said, starting out the tent, knowing he wouldn't be much help, at least for a few days, but being outside was better then being in that tent with injured and medical staff.

He looked about, seeming to be at a lose when he took everything in.

You can't do anything, boy-o! it was like a cackle in his mind, and Harry growled, SHUT UP he closed his eyes tight, as if in concentration, before sighing heavily, and opening them again, pulling his hood down further.

There didn't seem to be anything he could do, but just to prove the damned voice wrong, he moved about, searching for anything he could do.

[Assistant]
KATHERIN

"That was sort of my point Phoebe. It doesn't matter if they are here or with their parents. Some of the super parents can protect them as well as we can, but not all of them have super parents. Some of these kids are first generation like my dad was. Their parents would just be cannon fodder. I don't think that spreading the damage is the best idea. We need to draw the fire away from the norms as much as possible. We need all the supers together." Katherin told her.

[User] Flood looked over at Harry and smiled. "It's always good to see a student trying to help. But we've done all we can right now. All that's left is to simply clean up what's left." He told him with a small frown etched on his face. It quickly went away though to be an replaced by a look of curiousity. "What do you plan on doing now kid?" He asked never looking directly at him.

[Assistant]
phoebe

Phoebe knew that this was true, yet it didnt make her feel better. Not one bit. She sighed softly, and nodded "I know. It doesn't mean I have to like it" she said softly, swallowing. Right then, all she wanted was Ryan, and Daniel. But she couldn't go to Daniel, couldn't risk it. She sighed again, looking over to see who was around

harry

Harry flinched as Flood spoke to him, glancing at him briefly and then away. He gave a shrug, "I don't know" he said, "I could go home, but then I might be putting my dad at risk. I could stay here, but I'd rather not have death memories. There isn't much I can do, really. To be honest, I was just here to find a way to...control my abilities. But super strength is easy to control, and mimicry is never that hard, really. It's just my,..other abolitiesl he shrugged "I don't know"

[User] JuneGiven the state most of the students were in she stopped asking questions. Instead she began to walk around and spotted a couple heroes conversing away from the others. Phoebe Allen and Katherin Winter if she recalled from previous reports. During training she was required to read up on all the emerging heroes and villains. Making her way over she raised a hand briefly before getting within earshot. "Hello, I am Agent Tennor. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD to asses the situation. I would appreciate if you could tell me everything you know about the incident here." As one might expect the terminology was very impersonal. Such was usual when encountering an Agent.

[Assistant] "If you're talking about your eye problem, just talk to S.H.I.E.L.D. about it. Or any rich person you know really. Cyclops got his glasses no problem, and I think shooting death beams out of your eyes uncontrollably is a tiny bit worse then whatever you have. You know how I know? You haven't hurt anyone by looking at them, that's how." Flood shrugged off any worrys Harry had brought up. He then thought about the living problem for a moment. He snapped his fingers and grinned. "I might have an idea." He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. "Ever heard of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? Because I know they haven't been destroyed recently. I could probably get you in there. I'm pretty good friends with Logan. He almost tolerates me as a matter of fact! He only tried to kill me twice the last time we talked!" Flood began getting excited at the opportunity to talk to Logan again.

[User]
Phoebe

Phoebe looked to this Agent, staring at her, her expression blank, deliberately making it so. Phoebe didn't particularly like SHIELD agents. Part of her always thought they thought they were better then anyone else, that because they had SHIELD to back them up, they were better trained, better skilled.

"Why should we? For all we know, SHIELD ordered the destruction of the school" Phoebe said, that theory just dawning on her. While she knew SHIELD were happy for the school to be in existence, if SHIELD found it a threat, would they do this?

Maybe that was a question for Flood.

"In anycase, we don't know anything" Phoebe replied, before looking to Katherin, "Have you seen Makoto, do you know if she's here?" She asked, sure that their friend would be here, but Phoebe hadn't been looking for her, merely hunting her way to her fathers office.

Harry

"You haven't seen what my abilities does, to myself, and the person who I...imprint with. Imagine experiencing your whole life, memories, thoughts, feelings, in one go. Most just assume they...are confused for a few moments. Others are effected worse. And as for me...Every time I absorb someone else's...mind" he chose for lack of a better word, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit more of myself" Harry sighed softly, "Xavier was a teacher here. Or taught here. I don't know if he was in the school at the time of the attack. And I'd rather not immerse myself in another school. Tell me, would you just go to another school, another place, and hide, after this? Or would you aim to fight, to figure out what happened, and to help?" Harry looked over at Flood, meeting his eyes for exactly two seconds, before looking at a spot a few inches higher.

[Assistant] "I see... You're putting yourself in a difficult spot. You know that right?" Flood asked as he closed his phone. "Do you want revenge? Or do you want justice? Don't answer, just think about it. If you reach a solid answer call this number." Flood quickly listed off his phone number and looked at the sky. "I'm going to continue investigating the destruction of The Academy. Not because I liked it. But because people died here. Without me and everyone else you see around." He motioned to everyone else around the makeshift camp. "They will never get justice." Flood got up and looked at the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. "I gotta go Harry. Just make sure to remember that phone number." He walked over to the agent and smiled. " Hello there. Let me guess, S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you here to evaluate the situation and how bad cleanup is going to be, right? That or you came here to start recruiting since most students here don't have anyone else to go to. Stop me when I'm right." Flood looked somewhat pissed at the presence of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

[User] Katherin shook her head. "No I haven't seen her. I am sure if she has heard that she is here. She would probably be looking for Storm. She answered. She hadn't seen the older woman either. Had she survived the attack? They needed a list of survivors. She grabbed a notebook and started writing down the names she had seen.

[Assistant]
JuneSHIELD and the school haven't always been on the greatest of terms. At best they usually tolorated each other. The whole idea of a school built for the purpose of training heroes and villains seemed stupid to even her when she was sent here in the past. The facility was a powder keg and it was a wonder it lasted this long.

This however was a tragedy and June didn't take kindly to her organization being accused of terrorism. But she knew better than to just go off on them. Emotions were high and she wasn't there to start a fight. After a sew seconds of silence she sighed and shook her head, breaking the typical soldier motif. "Listen, I know we as a whole haven't always seen eye to eye. But SHIELD would not do something like this. There were innocent people in this program and if I thought for a second they were responsible all of you would be the first to know." Phoebe mentioned not knowing what happened and seemed to dismiss her. That was fine as someone else approached.

Turning her attention to Flood, June studied him for a moment. From what she knew and could remember of this guy he could be rather unstable. He seemed to have mellowed out though after getting into the hero gig with Stark. More insinuations were thrown at her. Though this time they were quite a bit more reasonable. "The first one. They wouldn't send me if they wanted to recruit newbies." Well so far she was very unwelcome here. June however wouldn't be intimidated and just stared back at the young man.

[User] Flood relaxed and rubbed his temples. "Glad to see a SHIELD agent is being honest for once. Sorry I got a little in your face about that. This whole thing is just stressful. If The Academy had been destroyed any other way, I would be celebrating right now. But this... this is horrifying." He looked at the rubble with a hope that he was hallucinating and everything would be fine. But it was still rubble and people were still dead. " Not sure if you knew this agent, but I was with SHIELD for a bit of time. Didn't turn out well for me. A little too structured ya know?" Flood looked at the sky and shook his head. "I'm rambling though. What do you need Ms..." Flood trailed off not knowing her name.

[Assistant]
June
Following Floods gaze at the rubble she couldn't help but agree. She did know of his short work with SHIELD but didn't say anything about it. When he asked for a name she smiled slightly. She did enjoy hearing her own name even when she was the one saying it. "Tennor, June Tennor. My story is kind of opposite. I attended the academy briefly before getting involved with SHIELD. I didn't have a name at the time. People called me 533 at the time."

Now she was the one rambling. It wasn't something she did often and she caught herself. "Like I said earlier, I'm assessing the situation. SHIELD wants to know what happened so we can prevent it from ever happening again." Glancing at the medical tent she wondered if she should call in. They could provide a secure facility for everyone to stay while everything was sorted out.

[User]
harry

Harry took the number, and not glancing at it, shoved it into a pocket. He looked over the destruction, eyes grave. He sighed, looking over To where there seemed to be a group forming.

He over hesrd what was being said, and he spoke up softly "you can't prevent things like this happenings. As long as people want power, they will display their skills like this" he looked down at the ground, not looking at any of them after a quick glance. "s.H.i.e.l.d has a curious way of being in places just that little bit too late to stop things happening. And typically, those that aren't shield agents but 'meta humans' brought together by SHIELD, battle and get justice"

He shrugged, "this school was something special. If those that wanted to hurt meta's and those with special abilities, they have hit the heart of our community. I was raised to stand up for my beliefs, for those I care about, and yes, to follow orders. The students will want to fight too" he stepped closer, swallowing "and
You won't be able to tell them not to."

phoebe

Hadnt Phoebe seem that Storm didn't survive? She winced, and began to look for Mokato, "I'll see if I can find her" she said softly, wondering where she would be, or even if she could do anything.

All Phoebe wanted was to just find a quite area and let herself feel. But she couldn't, not while people were suffering. "Mokato!"'she called

[Assistant] "We don't know what happened. I'm not sure anyone does. Maybe one of the many unconscious students know what happened." Flood suggested. "So far I have been hearing rumours that this is some sort of power play by another group. If so, all we can do is prepare for another assault on another school. That would be my suggestion."


[System]
Gonna post this here instead of the Discord server for approval.

Though the Catfolk section is pre-approved.

Catfolk

One would think that an alien species bearing a striking resemblance to the housecats of Earth, a species that nearly acts identically like them, and one fully capable of speaking human languages with no issues would be impossible. That assumption would be entirely correct. There are no truly alien species foreign to Earth that are like that.

There are, however, the Catfolk. Historians are unsure about the exact origins of the species. Some assert that the species came from genetic experiments on actual housecats on Earth, to "uplift" the species. Others say that they are direct offshoots of humans, caused by extreme self-modification to the point where they couldn't even be considered the same species. Regardless of their origin and vague history, they still exist nowadays in small pockets among human colonies.

Catfolk in general behave much like a blend of humans and actual housecats, with an overall lazy demeanor and a somewhat…playful attitude towards things they consider "prey." Of course, this varies from individual to individual. They lack a culture notably distinct from humans, and all of their technology is either human in origin, or derived from human technology. Agile and flexible, they at large prefer lighter Mechs over heavy-hitting ones, preferring more stealthy approaches and ambushes over direct head-on conflict. They generally prefer being snipers, scouts, and the like over being frontline soldiers.

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Age: 28

Species: Catfolk

Gender: Female

Appearance: Taia stands at 5'7" at the tips of her ears, with short grey fur covering her entire body. Her overall silhouette is rather plain and slim. Like any cat, her green eyes have notably slitted pupils. A slender and long tail tapers out behind her, flicking idly every so often. Without the tail or…well, cat head, her frame is remarkably human. The most notable feature would be her left arm – an entirely pitch-black prosthetic limb, which looks more akin to a gauntlet than a normal arm. Of course this usually is difficult to see, as Taia almost always wears long gloves that reach up to her shoulders on each arm, or jackets. Even when on the field, her usual tactical gear always covers her left arm completely.

Equipment: Taia always carries a small pistol in a hip holster. A personal comms device, tablet, and other devices in field-tested casing are usually found on her person.

Skills: Taia made her mark as a crackshot with a sniper rifle, and more than knows her way around fiddling with technology – both experimental and not. She's fully capable of performing maintenance on prosthetic limbs and similar robotics, more out of needing to take care of herself than anything else. She has a rather natural knack for slinking about in the shadows and working in low-light environments.

Personality: While she may seem somewhat businesslike and no-nonsense at first, Taia has quite the thrillseeker streak in her…which sometimes leads to some poor decision making on her part. On the off chance she doesn't decide to do something stupid for kicks, she usually runs thorough mental exercises on how an event might go. They aren't exactly correct, of course, but she tries.
Even with her adrenaline junkie attitude, she still prefers not to put her life directly on the line. She's aware of her physical and skill limitations, and prefers not to test those too much. Especially after losing her arm.

Bio: "You want my history? Really? I mean, if you insist. Gotta get the job somehow…

"I was born in a human colony pretty far out there. Some backwater planet, wasn't much to it. Few other catfolk there like me, of course. Mom and dad weren't the richest around but we weren't dirt-poor, luckily. Rarely didn't have at least some food on the table. And if we didn't, Dad would usually go out hunting for some food. Always find it odd when people say they couldn't do that sort of thing. Like, why wouldn't you have some forests or the like around? That's off topic.

"Eventually I decided to leave home. Wasn't a big fan of living in the middle of nowhere, after all. I was interested in helping test out experimental military tech and got that job pretty quickly. Not surprising though, given the nature of the tests. They pretty much threw whichever Joe Schmoe they could find off the street to try and figure out the limitations of some of these weapons they made. Something about 'general usage' or whatever, I forget. Normally they paid you a bit to make sure the device was easy to figure out and operate, then sent you off. I got a more long-term job and ended up helping out with more…volatile things. Weapons.

"Ever hear about arm cannons? Stick a gun to an arm, use the entire arm as stabilization instead of just holding it for more firepower. Well, it's a dumb idea. They gave me one and it blew up, which is why I don't have my left arm. They at least hooked me up with a prosthetic to make up for it, but…it was absurd. Quit that job, took up some military work for a bit, got sick and tired of all the 'do it for your planet and species!' crap and decided to come here."

"Is that good enough for you?"

Weaknesses: Prosthetic arms, while more durable than normal arms, still require specific maintenance to operate at a decent capacity. Not only that, but it doesn't heal naturally over time – Taia would have to dedicate time specifically to repairing her arm if it gets damaged.

Not only that, but she's not the strongest person around. Her physical capabilities consist of being able to move fast and be flexible, not moving heavy loads.

Mech Profile:

Mech Name: Shadowrend

Mech Chassis: MK-02 Lightweight Scout

Mech Class: Light

Appearance: Shadowrend is a lightly armored Mech, focusing more on mobility than taking hits or anything. Its entire left arm is a massive laser cannon, far bigger than most Light mechs have. Because of this additional weight, the Mech lacks any weapons on its right arm – this is to lower the weight enough so that the Mech is still plenty agile, especially with the myriad of Jump Jets it has.

The entire Mech is painted deep black, to better assist it in nighttime operations...though Taia does often try and paint it to better suit whatever environment it is, if the black paint job would be detrimental.

The only other detail of note is the gigantic laser making up its left arm...which has the words "BFG" painted on it.

Armament- What weapons does it have?

Center Torso Hardpoint: Two jump jets

Left Torso Hardpoint: One jump jet, one Light Short Range Missile Array

Right Torso Hardpoint: One jump jet, one Light Short Range Missile Array

Left Arm Hardpoint: Heavy Laser

Right Arm Hardpoint: None, used as a hand to stabilize the Big Freaking Laser when firing from afar.

[User]
[color=0072bc][/color]IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

"Mechs is a bit of a broad term," Juliana spoke up, anxiously tapping her fingertips on the tabletop before her, "Do you have some more solid Intel on what kinds of mechs and weapons we'll be up against, and how many?"

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"Reports from the surface say that you shouldn't be facing anything larger than Medium class Mchs, mostly armed with weapons effective against infantry. I doubt that's all you'll see in terms of weaponry, so be alert."

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

"How many enemy mechs will we be dealing with, though?"

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil

The Hihijli's arms were crossed. "Does it matter? If we don't outnumber them we'll definitely outskill those degenerate bastards."

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

The Apatagor grumbled as she looked over the holomap. "Swamps and bogs will be hard to traverse in Praetorian Ruin. I'll need someone to cover me." Brae said.

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"We don't know, but it's a large prison, with a lot of security, housing a lot of dangerous people," she said, "Including imprisoned Mech pilots," she added pointedly.

"My guess is you shouldn't see more than six mechs down there."

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

"Okay, that sounds doable." Juliana relaxed a little, "Six shouldn't be too much trouble."

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

"Don't underestimate them." Brae warned. "Like Faust said, some of them are mech pilots. They'll be more adept than regular prisoners."

Brae rubbed her chin, thinking. "We should drop in pairs. Less chance of being taken by surprise." She suggested.

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

He silently hoped that, if that were the final decision, he wouldn't get put with Brae. In fact, even if he wasn't working with an Apatagor (Or heaven forbid a human), he'd still much rather handle himself on his own.

That being said, moist swampland wasn't his territory either. The Judge's jumpjets would allow him to stay airborne for very brief moments but he would most likely be stuck in the mud for the majority of his time on the ground. Perhaps teaming up wasn't such a bad idea...

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

"Hang on a sec. Before we just go dropping down, do we have any kind of aerial map of the terrain? I wouldn't mind having a better idea of what the layout of the area is, if there's any high ground we can take advantage of, and where the enemy mechs are positioned."

More specifically, she didn't want to drop out of the sky just to land directly in the middle of a crossfire... which had happened to her before, on more than one occasion.

This won't be like that. We're not that kind of unit. Faust isn't that kind of commander. Unfortunately, logic didn't make the fear any easier to dismiss. Things went wrong so easily on the battlefield.

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae huffed. "I agree. Some assessment of the terrain would be useful."

[Assistant]
Natalia Faust

"We do, in fact, the planetary government was kind enough to send up some satellite imagery of the area."

She tapped on the planet's image, and it shifted into a square image that showed an enormous square for green and brown. she traced a few lines on it and began to explain.

"You'll be dropped off here, near an airstrip on the outskirts of the city that the criminals have been estimated to be moving for." A red x appeared by the airstrip in question. "if they manage to get beyond this line, we forfeit our pay." another line, this time purple. "They've split into two groups and are converging on the city from here, and here." she drew two yellow arrows to indicate. "How you organize once you've been dropped will be up to you. I'll be on comms to keep you up to date if the situation changes.

"Your mechs have been loaded onto the shuttles, I suggest you get moving, Mech pilots. Dismissed."

[User]
IC - Taia Sal - Briefing Room

The catfolk examined the map, and nodded.

"Alright, so long as we aren't dropped too close to them...I should be capable of supporting from afar. Even if the trees are thick, it should be easy enough to hit 'em."

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

Juliana nodded, and turned to leave, before hesitating, "You said our mission was to take down the stolen mechs. Do our employers have any preferences on how intact those mechs should be? Do they want the pilots taken alive, or taken out?"

She didn't want to come across as whiny, or prying, or over-inquisitive, but she knew the hard way how important it was to have all the information before setting out on a mission.

[User]
Natalia Faust

"You'll know as soon as I do, Ms. Winters."

With a crisp turn, the commander exited the room, likely headed for Communications.

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Briefing Room.

"Got it, boss," Juliana gave a curt salute, then made for the exit.

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae nodded and rolled her muscular arms with a yawn, then moved to the exit with Winters.

"Eager to get to work?" She asked with a smile.

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Eager might be too strong a word." Juliana replied, with a smile of her own, "But it's what I'm good at."

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

"Hah! You and me both, Human!" Brae chuckled as she slammed her fist into her palm. "These prisoners will put up a good fight. But we'll fight better, hm?"

[Assistant]
IC: Juliana Winters - Hallway.

"Absolutely," she nodded, though she was quietly hoping that the prisoners wouldn't put up too good of a fight, "I'll see you on the ground."

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

Iral stood up, moving to the exit with the rest of the Lightning Tigers. He had nothing to say for the moment, mostly because he believed this would be an easy paycheck.

[Assistant]
IC: Taia Sal - Exiting Briefing

Taia exited the room without another word. Hopefully the prisoners wouldn't prove too troublesome...especially given the terrain. It would be difficult for her to land a proper shot, but she would have plenty of cover at least.

She walked down the hall, running through what might happen. The stolen Mechs likely wouldn't be piloted very well - unfamiliar technology and freshly escaped convicts was a recipe for poor performance. Heavy weaponry was unlikely as well, meaning most would focus on mobility over directly engaging...given the terrain, they also would be more likely to perform more hit-and-run tactics... Taia thought to herself, finger to her chin and eyes focused ahead. She was lost in her own little world, trying to figure out what was going to likely happen.