[System]
Age: 26

Sex: Female

Race: Were-Bear

Occupation: Vegetable Farmer

Skills: Cia is very good at her job as a farmer. She raises vegetables for the most part, with a few cows and pigs as well. Cia is a very good sales woman, and also very good at sewing. Cia's vegetables are said to be some of the best in the country.

Powers: Can turn parts of her body into that of a bear. For the most part she's in control except for the occasional bear ears popping up. Cia also has unnatural strength. She has been known to move boulders that normally take several men pushing them in order to push them.

Inventory: Basket full of vegetables and other assorted items.

History: Cia was born in the village and has lived her whole life there. However a few years back her parents disappeared entirely. No one knows where they went, and Cia rarely ever speaks about it. Ever since their disappearance Cia has worked hard to make the farm even more successful than it was before.

Point of Interest: The Farm. (She lives and works here)

[User]
Pisco having been at his desk working for some time looked at the clock and saw it was time. He stored the things on the desk away and went to another part of his house. He began loading barrels, bottles, and other miscellaneous objects to bring to the craft show. After all it would be good for business and there's nothing wrong with having an extra bit of cash in the coffers. But most it gave him something to do.

Arriving an hour ahead of the scheduled time to the grounds he began offloading all the stuff he packed. The area was bare but filled with the other merchants and craftsmen all assembling their stands. Lowering two hovering platforms with all the stuff he pack down the ground he would then assemble a small tent that would be his stand and arrange all the decorations and product. By the time he was finished the area around him looked less bare and more complete. He sat down on a folding chair and waited.

The area would promptly be filled with the chatter of people and their footsteps as they walked around from area to another and music from the musicians playing and the smell of various foodstuffs all cooking under the lazy late noon sun.

[Assistant]
Cia had made it to the festival a little late. She had to take care of one of her pigs to prepare some meat for the festival. She figured many people would be happy to buy the pork she had with her today since many of them would be running low on meat at some point. "Selling fresh meat! And your daily vegetables!" Cia yelled out to the crowd as she walked around the craft fair with her cart behind her. Cia was as happy and shining as always.

"Who want's some meat and veggies!? I know some of you must want some!" Cia said smiling to herself as one of the merchants came up to buy some of her goods. She really was a cute girl. Due to her currently being as happy as she was her bear ears were out. Some people looked at her strangely for it while others just approached her as if it made her even cuter. Cia had sold about half of her goods after the first wave of customers. After that it slowed down a bit for her.

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Nila had spent most of the day exploring the village. Having never visited an outsider village, all this was quite strange for her as she wandered the streets looking for some place of lodging. At some point in the day it seemed as though the village began to prepare for some kind of festivity as decorations had begun to be put up. The clan held celebrations, of course, but nothing like this. As she thought of home, Nila remembered the night the clan celebrated its choosing of a new sage. Bonfires were lit around the encampment and her clansmen threw various sands into the fires, each turning the flames a different color. There was feasting, dancing, storytelling, and displays of magic throughout the night. Nila began to wonder and hope that these people's celebrations were as lively as her kin.

"Before I do anything, I should probably find shelter", if she had to, Nila could comfortably sleep outside but she'd hoped to blend in as best she could for the time being. Looking on her own was pointless so reluctantly the elf had to ask a villager for help. After a brief conversation, one she hadn't paid much attention to, the villager pointed Nila to the Dead Horse Inn. After thanking the man, Nila quickly headed towards the tavern, tired beyond belief she plopped herself onto a chair and placed her bag on the table. Sorting through her things she began to wonder if she had anything to cover the cost of a room. "The Heart is obviously not for sale. Maybe some furs? Perhaps I can work for my stay? This is a tavern, Nila. They've no need for hunters...if only I knew to brew", Nila dropped her head onto the table, sullen over the fact that she'd most likely be spending the night on the streets. Sleeping in the woods was fine, the village streets and alleys was another thing.

[Assistant]
A waiter came up to the elven girl who was sitting down. He said to her, "Hey there, what can I get to you?"

Pisco was waiting for more people as he sat at his stand. There was a lull and he was going to take advantage of it as he got up and went away from his stand. He just began to wander around the grounds. And he would continue to wander until he heard something rumbling. Seems someone's live stock got loose as they came running through the grounds. A handful of cattle running as a hapless boy came chasing after them.

[User]
Sarah had long since taken her bath and made it back to her house/forge, she had orders to fill. Clanging could be heard for hours on in until the crafts show drowned it out. Panting slightly she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked out of the window, "Ah..going to be late.." She sighed. Pouring water over the hot coals of the forge she made her way out of her forge to the stockroom. Pocketing a few small diamonds she had been lucky enough to happen upon she exited the building, locking the door behind her.

It was a shame she didn't have any weapons or armor to sell due to the orders she had, but she would have a few cut diamonds to sell, so that was a thing. Grabbing a tarp from the back to use as a makeshift stand she made her way to the crafts show, or tried, almost getting trampled by a herd of cattle. "What the hell?" She muttered under her breath. First chipsqueaks run rampant, now cows. She watched dumbfounded by the scene as cattle ran towards the crafts show grounds. "Oh well..not my problem." She mumbled and continued on her way.

She found a spot not inhabited by cattle trampling and laid the tarp out, placing the diamonds on said tarp. She never really had set prices, usually whatever price a person would pay that sounded fair was good to her. "Cut diamonds for sale! Price negotiable!" She shouted, or tried to shout, over the sound of 'moo' and people angry at cows. She glared at the four legged beasts, for once she hated animals. Seeing as it was evident she wouldn't sell anything until the cattle were dealt with, and she wasn't a rancher, she gathered up her things and decided to go to the tavern for a drink.

Walking around the cows and what they oh so generously left behind she made it to the Dead Horse Inn. Her eyes almost immediately saw Nila, Another Elf? Kind of rare around here..I thought most of the tribes kept to themselves.. She thought to herself. Curiously she walked over to the table she was at and sat down, judging by the fact she was carrying a bow she was either a hunter or an archer, neat.

"Um. Hi. I haven't seen you in town before, need help with anything?" She asked her, almost completely ignoring the waiter save for glancing over at them.

[Assistant] It was a lot of work making sure all the customers were taken care of. Seemed today was National Bathhouse Day, or a stream of luck had hit the establishment. In all the two months since he had arrived, Trouv had never seen the Cuttlefish Bathhouse so crowded. Tanjozo was rather small, after all, and people didn't just come to the bathhouse to clean, they came to cleanse themselves. There was also the church for when everyone needed to cleanse their sins, but the church didn't have better-than-dreaming desserts available to its patrons. The Bathhouse didn't either, but they had barely-edible treats on good days, and lemon salt baths. Luckily, eventually, the bathhouse family woke up and took over the counter, letting Trouv close up shop for the rest of the day and wander for a little bit outside. He needed some fresh air, as the steam began to carry into the lobby once the baths were heated further.

[User] Hearing the sound of voices nearby, Nila was stirred from her sleep. Raising her head up off the table she groggily looked around for whoever it was that was speaking to her. Her eyes first landed on the waiter, apparently he'd asked her if she wanted anything. "Do you have anything for free? If so I'll take all of it", she said hoping oh so badly that they had something, anything really. Feeling her bow leaning beside her, Nila contemplated the option of hunting tonight. "I could probably find some beavers or badgers, maybe some deer even if I'm lucky", she thought to herself as she looked away from the waiter to notice another elf sitting across from her. Surprised, Nila jumped in her chair before calming down and letting out a slight chuckle. "Aneth ara, falon. You're right to assume I'm new, I arrived earlier today but unfortunately I've nothing to earn lodging here...oh Ir abelas, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nila, formerly of Clan Valenriel", Nila's face became dejected upon saying those words. She remembered the clan and all she'd left behind. But she also remembered why and what she was to do now, bringing some modicum of happiness back to her.

[Assistant]
"All I can give with that is just water and some information." the waiter said with a drawl. He got up and left and would soon return with an ice cold glass of water that gleamed in the dimness with all those dots of condensation. "There you go ma'am," he said , "As for the second part. Well if you need a job it don't hurt much to look around. Here we could always use more dishwashers and servers. But if that ain't your cup of tea and you like something more active I hear the Sentinels are look for more recruits. If you decide to join they might cut you some slack to help speed up the recruitment process."

Pisco who was caught dead center of the mini stampede ran like hell to a side. But not before he grabbed a small child almost tackling him of from the main avenue. After the dust cleared up both literally and figuratively there was one big concerto of mooing as the animals collectively meandered. Dropping the crying kid to someone who looked like his mother he ran off back to his stall. A bunch of them were already crowding up the area. Some kid began to ride ride into the scene with a hapless look on his face. "I'M SO-SORRY EVERYONE!" he yelled as he yelled at the cattle and tried to herd them back to no avail.

[User]
@Jerkchicken

Sarah arched a brow as the groggy woman in front of her held her head up, she didn't know she was asleep or she wouldn't have bothered her. But a table was really no place to sleep in the first place. She frowned slightly as she answered the waiter, it was obvious she had little to no money. It was soon made apparent why from what she understood of what was said to her. Despite being an Elf she spoke all of none of Elvish seeing as she was raised by a human and not by Elves. She nodded slowly, "I'm Sarah, local smith, nice to meet you." She told her, smiling warmly.

She wondered what it was like, being part of a clan, formerly or not. She knew almost nothing of Elven culture, what she did know from when she was a kid long forgotten. "You're from a clan, huh? That's neat." She told her, genuinely intrigued at the idea. "I don't..speak Elvish either. Kinda lived here all my life, long story." She added nervously.

"You know, if you need a placd to stay I have room at my place?" She offered. The waiter soon came by with water for Nila and job information. With the waiter back she decided to take this opportunity to order something to eat before heading back for the crafts show, turning to him she spoke "If you have it, can I get a baked potato and a glass of ale?" She then turned to Nila, "What about you? Surely you're hungry after such a long trip?" She asked her.

[Assistant]
Cia was smiling and talking to a customer when she saw a herd heading straight for her vegtable stand. "No-No! You are not ruining my vegtables!" Cia yelled at the cows, he fists clenched and before anyone could say something she had taken off her cloths. She knew what was going to happen if she transformed with her cloths on. They would get ruined. Once her cloths were on the ground and just before the cows reached her she got on all fours transforming into her bear form fully. She was huge much larger than any normal bear.

Cia let out a roar making the cows come to a stop scared. However they didn't seem to run, Cia was an intimidating presence, atleast she was intimidating enough to command respect from the cows who just started to walk back to their pen as Cia herded them back. Once all was done she headed back to her cart and transformed back to human before putting her cloths back on. "I really don't like having to do that in public you know." Cia said looking back at the kid who was in charge of the animals. "Just be more careful in the future alright?" Cia added trying not to get angry at the kid.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

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EdolasMayt Mayt nodded, thinking for a moment, before speaking, deciding not to bring up the surprise he had seen when she had looked at him. "There wasn't a trail of blood or anything?" His concern grew somewhat, as did his grip on 'Karn's shoulder. He reached over and ruffled the kid's hair, trying to act friendly. "Thinking about it, could you take me to what you found, please? Or at least direct me there. I think I can figure out what happened, especially with Karn here." He smirked a bit, but didn't exactly look happy.

EarthlandMithera Mithera glanced over at the Guild Master as he spoke to her. "Mmm, don't get smart. I'm mostly just dropping these two off. Though if Zero here decides to stay, I may become a much more permanent resident." She said after half a moments thoughts, and began looking around at the complete lack of attention she was getting, growing increasingly annoyed at how little these people seemed to care. She was a dragon, and only a fool ignores such a beast. And when Karn asked if her ankle was alright, she blew him off with a simple "I'm fine." Her anger clearly evident in her voice.

Standing up, she barely acknowledged that Jamie said that he'd be back. Ignoring the pain in her ankle, she took a step forward and stretched her body out as she let out a roar, the enormous sound echoing over all of Magnolia, and even reaching as high as for Hemlock to hear where was flying up above. She would not be blown off over an over-enthusiastic child. When her bellow died down, she glared at the Phoenix Wingers, shifting back into her normal stance, though a bit more composed than before, and her ire would be clear in her eyes. She contemplated for a moment what to say, but decided to leave it at the roar. She gently shifted off her injured leg, but kept it on the ground so that the weakness was not obvious. She was just about ready to cook anyone that continued to ignore her.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Phoenix Wing Guild
Interacting: Mithera, Jamie

Karn blinked a little as he watched Mithera as she gave a curt reply, glancing to Jamie as he went to assist the passed out wizard. He then blinked as he looked at his hands, now noticing they eyes were smudged in what appeared to be dust. Sniffing his hands curiously, he sneezed a little and his nose twitched. Pondering if it was too deadly to lick off. It probably wouldn't be good for coughing, so despite how instincts told him to lick his hands clean, he just used his jacket as a towel to wipe it off. Though his attention soon returned to Mithera as she let out a huge roar. Making the ground just about shake and the blonde lightly bounce as it did. He chuckled a little and hugged the side of the white dragon, happily cuddling the bigger creature.

"Wow you're super cool!" he chirped gleefully before his attention end snapped to Jamie as he returned and asked if Karn had received his guildmark.

If the boy had a tail, it would be probably wagging a mile a minute. Which was probably good, cause if he was a Chimera, the tail wagging could do a lot of damage. Bouncing a little in excitment, the green eyed boy shook his head as he smiled brightly.

"Nope! Not yet. Everything's been too chaotic for me to recieve mine." Karn replied, emerald eyes wide with hope and excitement.

Edolas ???'Karn'

'Karn' blinked slowly as Edo-Trinity explained what she saw and Mayt soon volunteering to go and have a look. By his words, the boy was just suspicious and keeping the Fake Karn close. Oh well, suspicious boys will be suspicious boys. Even if he did find something though, it was doubtful he'd actually figure out the cause of death. It wasn't something youngsters like him would know about and would more or less just point a figure and declare murder. Hah. Kinda funny coming from this one.

As Penny caught up to them, 'Karn' waved enthusiastically to her, though was still trapped in Mayt's hold. "Hi Firebird! Glad you made it back safely!" he chirped.

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Jayce/Location: Cliff

Jayce flinched as the assassin who'd struck Beatrix slammed into the cannon beside him. Looking away from the man, Jayce nervously looked at the sparking bits of the cannon, muttering: "Crap,crap,crap,crap,crap,crap,crap..." as he tore away at loose panels that were more than likely just being forced away from the inner parts of the cannon from the overload. Blinking as Beatrix landed beside him, Jayce was completely taken by surprise when she kicked him away, just as the thing exploded. Shielding his eyes with his artificial hand, he barely managed to get a good view of the cliffside crumbling.

Descending rapidly, Jayce knew that he wouldn't have time to grab a lacrima from his pouch. Luckily enough though, he was falling over a decentyl sized tree. Grabbing a branch with his artificial arm, the force of Jayce's descent, as well as his weight shattered the branche, forcing him to grab another. Three branches later, he finally came to a stop, just a few feet above the ground. Looking at the smoldering remains of the cannon and cliff, Jayce sighed deeply. "...It just had to explode...I wanted to look at its insides too..." he grumbled, before he descended from the tree. "...I gotta find that lady though. She saved my skin back there." He placed his hands behind his back and pushed, cracking his back loudly before he starts walking. "Hell of a day..."

[Assistant]
Master Jamie soghed at Candy's display, wishing, just for a moment, that everything could be normal. The next moment, that thought was banished by the wave of...comfort Jamie got from the guild. Still, it was evident that Candy needed boundaries, or he would crash and burn out before long. Which would be sad for all of them. He wondered who he could put to that job.

As Mitheria roared, clearly trying to get everyone's attention, most likely put out by the fact that Karn, the lovable furball, and the energetic Candy were taking most of the attention. Jamie smiled, much like a parent would at a Childs behavioir and said "do not fear. I would never forget you. You are just so....well interesting. I'm glad you are back, if only for a time. Would you like something to eat, while I get Karn here his guild mark, before he destroys the guild with his excitement. You can tell me what you've ben up to, to wind up with Karn and the interesting boy over there" Jamie nodded to Zero and zerom, heading to grab the guild marker

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Despite herself, Penny found herself smiling. She nodded, standing there for a moment, she bowed over, hands on knees as she fought to catch her breath. To make it so everything didn't seem so bloody cold. When she was stable, she looked up once more "now what?0

[User]
Edolas Capital
Trinity examines Mystery Karn carefully as Mayt speaks to her. She turns her attention to him when he asks her about where she saw it. "No trail. There was... something in the blood, though." She hadn't taken the time to examine it, so she couldn't say any more than that. "I can lead you there. I don't remember the way, but I can walk it again."

She turned to Mystery Karn after a moment, examining... him? "You are the Karn from... Earthland, yes? You look just like her..."


[System]
AKA: The Galactic Siren
Age: Over 50, looks 22
Race: Altherian
Status: High Priestess of Altheria
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:

Abilities: Elemental powers and healing touch.

[User]
Worlds Apart: Can Love Transcend Across Time and Space?

Chapter One - Fates Intertwined

"Aeri! We're going to be late!" Her mother calls out for her daughter as she came running out of the palace gate and toward their mini shuttle, preparing for launch. The fair haired High Priestess of Altheria boarded the shuttle with her mother, the Queen. They were on their way to the Alpharium Homeworld to attend the funeral of Draderum Alpharius.

Aeria-Sarisa looks out of the window as they ascend into outer space that took them to their bigger transporter ship. It would take them a few hours to travel there. Ever since Aeria's father died from an accident, over forty years ago, it had just been the two of them. Mother and daughter together forever. "You know Aeria...isn't it time you found someone to settle with?" Iridonia asked her as Aeria turned to look at her with bright violet blue eyes. The House Starlight was famous for their eyes.

"I'm not going to be around forever, darling. And I'd hate to think that you'll be all alone." The Queen worried. Who was as equally young looking and fair as her daughter.

"But I've got Snowflake." She insisted naively as she referred to her pet white tiger. Iri smiled sadly. "I know there is someone out there for you. You just have to find them." This was a sad day for her, even more than true Alpharium loyalists. She was saying goodbye to her lover and best friend of over thirty years. She retained the locket he gave her before they forever parted ways to save Iri's life. She wore it every single day since.

Aeria sighed as she gazed out of the window. "There is no-one out there for me. Anyone I ever care for ends up dying. After Father and Dazriel died...I just can't face losing anyone else." She also referred to losing her dearly beloved brother who died with her father in the accident.

Iridonia puts her hand on her daughter's. "It's not your fault they died. It would be better for you to be with one of your own people who will not outlive you..." But other Altherians didn't treat her the way she longed for. They were all afraid to go near the High Priestess or either too confident and arrogant to think that they deserved the Queen's daughter.

[Assistant]
To say he was distraught at his father's passing was an overstatement. Saddened perhaps, but not distraught.

The Chamber of Elders was filled as he presided over it. Nero didn't slouch, but he did rest his chin on his hand, wasting time listening to older men and women bicker about the funeral proceedings, the antithesis of what was taught to the imperial young. Even he had to go through the Alpharium Induction: the coming of age rite for all Alpharium whom desired to be more than what the laborers aspired to. To gain status - to be someone - passing the rite was the way to do so. Not many succeeded, not many survived.

He was thankful to the late emperor though. Although distant that they were, his father taught him the complexity of thought required than wielding the arbiter's sword. To be emperor, you need not only a heavy hand but words that cut yet mollified. Dictatorial powers afforded power that was unbecoming to one who guided like an inept fool. Yet, Nero wasn't so presumptuous as to bestow upon himself the epithet of a wise emperor. It was far too soon, for it was only recent when his Accession Rite to Ascended Throne.

A movement at the corner of his view. Nero looked up and saw Kallo: his servant since he was a youth. Kallo gestured to his wrist, which brought Nero a rush of relief.

He stood up, and all noise came to an abrupt stop. "Honorable elders," he said. His voice boomed throughout the chamber, years of practice of oration. "We shall conclude state matters for now. In these dimmed times, I, Emperor Nero Draderum Alpharius, laud your commitment to duty. To the Imperium. I expect to see you all at the funeral."

Nero stepped away from his chair after the elders acquiesced to his unvoiced decree. They would not dare not appear.

When they were in the hall, Nero set a brisk pace. Kallo and the Ascended Guardians followed him.

"Emperor, the delegates from Altheria and the Free States have arrived," Kallo said. "I've taken the liberty to arrange your transportation to the Hall of Emperors. It seems we may skip the attire; the Emperor looks well suited for such a solemn, state affair."

"Have we taken precautions for our xeno visitors?"

Nero could hear the sneer manifested through Kallo's speech. "Adequate, of course, Emperor."

Kallo nearly yelped from the sudden stop. The heavy footfalls of the sentinels shifted moments then came to a still. Nero turned about, and the servant looked down. "Save your prejudice for another time. I will not have the guests harmed during the entombment of my father," he said. "I asked you to be my liaison. Do you swear before me that you fulfilled the task, to the fullest extent I described, you were given?"

"Yes, Emperor. The Home Marshal, and I labored about security until it was near perfect. I beg the Emperor forgive my nonchalance."

Nero spun back around and continued walking. "Let your actions earn your forgiveness."

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Nero stepped out of the transport shuttle. Soldiers lined the stairs that led up to the hall where previous emperor's now rested. The standard of the Imperial legions present - and the standard Alpharium - stood stalwart, as if they took stood vigil over the passing of the late Emperor. It was a grand affair, but it was an important one. The passing rites were as much for respect as they were symbolic. It was to preserve the sanctity of the Ascended Throne to the subjects that were led under Alpharium rule.

Entering the foyer that preceded the Hall of Emperors, delegates that had already arrived all turned and bowed to him. Nero nodded back to them and started to moving about the room. Proper decorum mixed in with who respected the Imperials enough to send delegates. It was all state craft.

He would remember those who journeyed to the Alpharium homeworld despite eschewing imperial rule - either with the olive branch or the dog of war, and he would remember those who did not come at all.

[User]
Hall of Emperor's Grand Foyer

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the Queen of Altheria, Iridonia Starlight." An announcer in the Grand Foyer of the Hall of Elders declared as the Altherian Queen and her daughter entered the chamber alongside the Emperor's Right Hand and General Kassandra Pierce, who had escorted them in.

"And High Priestess and Princess of Altheria, Aeria-Sarisa Starlight-Suncrest also known as the Galactic Siren." A mouthful for anyone, but Altherians were known for their long and complex names. The two ladies entered majestically, seeming to glide across the floor rather than walk. Both adorned in royal white robes. Her mother wore a golden lined dress and an extravagant headdress and veil to signify her higher royal status, whereas the Princess wore a silver lined dress and a simple silver band around her forehead. The mother only looked ten years older than her daughter. But in actual fact she was actually over one hundred years old!

"Next I present the leader of the third ruled world of the Alpharium Empire...-"

As the announcer continued to bring in world leaders and government officials, Aeri noted that as she passed by there were whispers. She had better hearing than humans as her ears were slightly longer and pointed. They murmoured that she had the most beautiful voice in the galaxy and most admired her songs. But some, looked upon Altherians with disdain. Some were racist toward them, due to rumours that Altherians could get inside your head, influence you. True, they were telepathic but only to one another. For a non Altherian to make a telepathic link to an Altherian, it would be a very special bond indeed. Iridonia and Draderum had such a bond.

Iri glided the floor and a sorrowful expression turned warm upon seeing the faces of the older officials that once served Draderum, they recognised her with awe, she had not aged a day since they saw her last when she almost married Draderum instead of Nero's mother. She took their hand in hers in a warm greeting. As her mother circulated those she once knew and introduced her lovely daughter, who was her spitting image apart from the purple coloured eyes, Iri had blue. Aeri took her father's eyes. Aeria-Sarisa bowed respectfully in her long gown and lowered her head, allowing the dangle drop teared jewels of her headdress to clink. She gently lifted her head up and stood straight as they regarded her sheer beauty and presence. Altherians had a tranquil and calming aura about them and some called the women seductresses for this fact. But all Altherians could do it, even the males.

Aeri left her mother to talk with her old acquaintances whilst she wandered off to admire the architecture of this grand hall. She had never been here before, she knew little of Alpharium culture. She looked upon the grand statue of Draderum with awe. Her bright eyes twinkling as they stared up at it with wonderment. She was truly a sight to behold. She even managed to make the women stop what they were doing and stare at her. Kassandra narrowed her eyes as she felt envious of the Altherian. Kass had short black spiked hair kept primp and proper, adorned the official uniform of the Alpharium Empire and wore a single eyepatch over her left eye where a scar peaked out from underneath.


[System]
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:

Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build is less than impressive. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back from the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She's still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn't know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It's not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn't breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock" for college in LA. She's not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

[User]
"Oh, being attacked. Took them long enough." Light said, looking down at the thing that was entering the building. Ignoring Cedric, she jumped off the roof, and besides leaving a hole that was her shape, Light was mostly unharmed but a bit dazed. She snapped out of it and caught up to the intruder, who was being fired upon by the bases security measures. Considering they were meant to kill and not secure, Light figured she didn't need to be gentle with it. She could hear faint whispers in her head, but she ignored them, she was already crazy enough as is.

Waiting for an opening, Light put down a hole and appeared behind the thing, going for what she assumed would be its kidney.

[Assistant]
"I'm familiar with his file." Olivia finally admitted as Eva finished reading the document which she had fetched just to attempt to get one up on Elijah. "I also know that he's a deplorable human being with enough blood on his hands to fill this room." Giving Elijah a scathing look, her lips set into a soft smile. "I've been keeping an eye on him, though. He's a danger to society with little to no desire to fit into normal, human ideologies. His alliance with Cedric Wessex, the only thing stopping him from killing both of us, is shaky at best. If that alliance was to break, I can't imagine him putting up with me much longer but Hell, at least there'd be a warrant for his arrest." Olivia was clearly distrustful of both Cedric and Elijah but she really did not like Elijah - she didn't even use his name when talking about him.

Just at that, a voice cut over the speakers in her room; it was Cedric, requesting her presence and initiating an evacuation. "Drills aren't fun." She groaned heavily, downing her coffee before jogging to her room. There was something different this time - the air itself felt heavy and the sounds of the early-morning traffic faded into the background, almost as if both nature and civilization were holding their breathes in anticipation for the next event. Changing within a few moments, she nodded to Eva as she moved past. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

With that, she escaped out into the corridor where a few people were moving to the elevator to get down and out. Taking the stairs up, she ignored the awkward feeling in her chest - the wound was still healing and like it or not, she was limited a little. When she finally arrived at Cedric's office, he explained the situation to everyone present. She absorbed the information with a moment's notice and activated Orion as Canis Major and Canis Minor joined her on the battlefield.

Olivia didn't know exactly where to go so she followed Cedric to the roof to oversee evacuations. When Cedric left, she decided to fill him in on some necessary information. "Cedric, that thing is moving inside the building. We need to get Light down there now to make sure that it doesn't get through to the inner supports. If it tears those things apart, it'll take this entire building down with everyone inside of it. There's also two individuals taking up point on each exit of the building. They don't look like our forces. I'll go deal with one so send someone else to get the other. I'll try give you as much support as possible." With that, she pulled her fingers away from the earpiece and let out an unprepared sigh.

The last few minutes had been such a rush that Olivia had forgot to even feel some of the basic, human emotions. She needed fear if she wanted to get through today so, upon taking a few deep breathes, she finally pulled her thoughts together. Thankfully, she began to feel the familiar sense of suddenly feeling the urge to be sick. Fear was a good thing when you were going into a life-threatening situation.

Standing, she surveyed the area below her before moving back into the building and down to the ground floor. Using the sounds of screams and explosions, she made her way around Patel's advances and found herself in the open air where evacuees were desperately trying to escape. There was a man stopping them (Vince) and she had to stop him. Taking the initiative, she raised her bow and firmly grasped the string with two fingers. Dragging it back, an arrow seemed to form out of nowhere as she took aim. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. Shoot. Releasing the arrow, it flew with stunning accuracy towards its target. The arrow itself had no piercing qualities but simply generated a shockwave which was enough to knock someone off their feet.

With that, she released another few arrows, trying to force her target a few steps back as the evacuees parted around her, revealing her to Vince.

[User]
Eli tossed the folder that was in his hand down on the ground. Eli ran out into hallway and walked into his room. There were three Go Bags sitting ready. Slinging one his back Eli reached into his pants pocket and called Cedric.

Cedric kept running through the halls, taking advantage of the dissolcing roofs and drop-in panels, before hearing Eli's call. Briefly stopping, he said:

"Let me guess, you're going to go off and do your own thing?" the 20-year old felt a small burst of metaphorical heat in the back of his head; he was a little angry, but not at Eli; he can do whatever he wanted. Rather, he was angry at fate itself for throwing him such a dick move.

"All right, I assume you'll be keeping Olivia safe?" Cedric continued resignedly.

"I know it's Lancaster but who is attacking? I got a place North of here that'll keep her safe. It'll take me about ten minutes to get there back. "Eli said slinging another over his shoulder.

"From Security Cameras, it seems like a hooded figure who extends metahphysical tendrils and arms that can break even the unbreakable, with little to no range limit to said arms! Said hooded figure, according to several people's dying messages, seems to access his or her powers by muttering gibberish!" Cedric said frantically.

Eli froze for a more than a moment. Caught up in pure terror, he stumbled when tried to speak for a second. "Cedric if you have any value for your own life run. Keep running and don't look back, this binding and almost everyone in it is dead. Good luck kid." With that said Eli hung up the phone. He had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. Cedric was going to die here and Olivia was going to take over.

He thought silently for a a second. In his own twisted mind of right and wrong. Cedric was still a child for the most part, ill suited to what needs to be done. Oiliva could and more than likely would be the better option here. But deep down, Eli was gonna miss him.

Eli quickly picked up the third bag and went back to Oilivas room. Eva WA was cowering in a corner while Albert, Oilivas Butler, was trying to to pack a bag for her. Say what you will about him. The guy was dedicated. Eli called over to Albert, and did what he could to comfort Eva while he waited for Albert to finish what he was doing. Albert held much the same thoughts on Eli that his boss held. The thoughts didn't bother him as much as that constant look of disgust.

Eli explained exactly what to do and how to do it. Where to go and how to get there. It was a detailed explanation on how to escape and go north to a location hidden away just a handful of miles north to
Angeles National Forest. There was plenty of places to hide and Eli had paid plenty of money to make sure those places were kept that way. Handing off two of the go bags and reexplained everything. He quickly left and went to find Oiliva.

It didn't take long to find her. Too much time together is what Eli guessed. "Dela, gives me pause you running down my name like that. If I was gonna kill you, or Eva I'd of done it by now. Honestly I'm starting to like you..." Eli said just after watching the her loose a few arrows. He sighed right then knowing how difficult this was gonna be. "All that aside, I need you to come with me. I'd much obliged if this went the easy. It'd save us both a lot of time,I don't even know if I can kill what's coming." Eli knew she wasn't about to jump into his arms and take off, but it never hurt to try the easy first.

He looked at the man who Oiliva had just shot at. Eli couldn't help it, or damn sure couldn't hurt anything. "Good Lord that man is pretty. Holy hell I'm not even gay but I'd fuck that man. Land of Goshen that is a highly fuckable man." Eli couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe it would be lighten the mood but Eli sure as hell thought it was funny.

[Assistant] Aya's head shot up when she heard a bark from the doorway. Seeing that Cedric no longer needed her, she darted over to follow Jake out the door and down the hall. That woman with the greying hair was doing her best to herd people towards the back exit. Miss… Sir? Aya wasn't sure but this really wasn't the time to be questioning names. She followed the group out the door just in time for the air to fill with an inhuman whispering, thick with promises of destruction. People around her were just meandering around, seemingly put out by the inconvenience of this "drill." She gaped then as the Sir woman stepped back into the building.


[System]
Appearance: Standing to the full height of 5'1" but regularly slouching to the height of 4'6", Kritch's smaller than average height is used to his advantage within the degregated hellscape. Kritch has patchy black fur that barely covers his grotesque muscular bipedal rat body, his beady red eyes constantly run over his surroundings, and his malformed hands and feet are to fit those giant razor sharp claws. Kritch's molars and incisors are also formed to be as sharp as knives, and at all times ready to cleave through flesh for the regular greedy mouth of the rat. Lastly, his clothes are made up of torn rags that cover his body to a good degree, managing to keep most of his body covered in weak cloth but allowing his movements to be completely free for his erratic move set.

Gender: Incubic

Personality: Constantly on the verge of breaking down to his primal instincts, Kritch finds himself at all times in a rather irritated mood, and will most likely bite anyone that would get too close to him. So, normally, you can find him being rather fidgety and suspicious of almost everything that surrounds the demon, and especially on people that he is told to trust.

Greatest Sin: Envy, ignoring the fact that gluttony and greed are almost on the verge of controlling the small-minded rat, envy is the sin that Kritch feels the most whenever he sees any living being. The struggle to suppress his very instincts are hard enough, but watching creatures able to fully act in whatever way they want without any hardships at all has made the rat green with envy.

Motivation: Kritch believes that if he gets out of hell, away from his race of disgusting creatures that he calls family, he can will himself to rid the constant urge to murder everything around him without any influence from where he was born. He wants to be away from the mentality of his race and birth place and turn into something that he can call just himself rather than labeled as some rat fighting against their blood.

Biography: Born in hell, Kritch was made as small units of demons to serve one of the higher ranking rat demons for their various purposes as either extra food, slaves, or used as disposable soldiers. Kritch for some strange reason was created accidentally with a higher sense of intellect compared to the rest of his kin. Maybe it was some divine punishment or intervention when it came to morphing his body, but for some reason he could have something more than just the regular basic mindset of following orders blindly and surviving off basic instincts. Kritch hid this fact from his superiors, allowing someone like him as smart as his masters would end his life fairly early by being ordered to be eaten by his own kin. So, he bided his time, allowing himself to mask his presence within the countless other small-minded rodents and deducing his escape against his supposed "superior" masters.

It wasn't too hard for Kritch to escape, most masters assume that they have complete control over their slaves, but all Kritch had to do is wait until most were either sleeping or fighting amongst each other. However, the problem with straying away from the swarm was that he was now just a weak starving rat that was all alone in the hellscape. It was hard to survive, but he knew that he wouldn't stoop so low as to survive off the basic instincts that would mindlessly control his life. So, stubbornly, Kritch survived on the scraps of other demons, but kept his sense of dignity to not revert back to his basic form. He trained and taught himself to act as a hidden agent, his movements faster than most demons and his small size able to easily hide himself in most situations. Kritch found himself living amongst the street rats, but it was better than being a mindless slave to his greedy masters.

This situation lasted for around three years, his body well-tuned and his instincts top notch to survive most stray encounters with other creatures that roam the land. He had even taught himself some magic, basic magic, but none the less another added skill to survive and strengthen himself in the harsh landscape. He had accepted his fate, stubbornly going against his will of his mind and would rather survive and die on his own terms. Though, this didn't mean that Kritch found himself envious of the denizens of hell, he yearned for their lives of simplicity that they continue without even struggling against fighting their very nature. After years of looking upon strangers in the shadows, he soon turned bitter against these unknowing people, finding that these races take their lives for granted in not knowing the hardships of some that have to face for their entire life. This bitter resentment corrupted his soul as he soon found himself angry, suspicious, and generally a rather rude attitude to all around him.

Skills: Agile, fast, and small, Kritch finds himself able to climb and scurry against all forms of obstacles that is in his way. He is also able to easily shroud himself in shadows, and able to hide his sound as well on those rather quiet days to avoid alert. Also, his claws and teeth are able to slice through flesh rather easily, though tougher muscles and skin can still be injured rather than the neat cleave that is normally done to regular flesh.

* Skitterleap - In small distances, Kritch is able turn into smoke and travel at blurring speeds to appear in another location, he soon reappears in his physical form.

Gear: In self-defense, Kritch finds himself holding two sturdy weapons to defend his life. These weapons include a poisoned dagger meant to paralyze the body with a gruesome punching dagger to deal lethal punches to anyone that would come at him in a aggressive manner without any escape for the rat. The rest is the raged cloth that adorns his body, simply just two weapons and some clothing.

Theme Song:

[User]
The knight was being surrounded by the group she was attempting to leave Hell with, and it was a bit disconcerting with these faces looking at her as her true identity was revealed and it was a bit late to take back what she had did, but she had to or she would've definitely suffocated from the smoke in the helmet. Her face was still rather dusty, but she wiped her forehead with her arm while she spoke to those who had gathered around. "M-my name is Jennifer Light... if that helps to clear this up."

After speaking, she stood up from the ground and bent over to pick her helmet up. Well... bent was a bit of a fabrication. She instead crouched down to get the helmet, still facing Deprave. She didn't exactly trust him with how he had given her a bit of a perverse leer a few moments ago. With that aside, Jen held her helmet with her mace sheathed and waited for the rest of the Hell-scapers to arrive, including their ride to the next mission.

[Assistant] He was in utter shock and confusion. The crusader that he though was a man... Wasn't. "Well this is nice... As well as surprising." He said as he stood there with everyone. He felt as though he didn't quite fit in with the group. A modern day human with one arm around these different crazy demons, a crusader, a king, and a weird bug guy who liked mushrooms. He also happened to be one of the smallest, which wasn't a problem to him really. "So... Now what?" He asked, not quite sure of what the plan was from here. But they succeeded, he thought to himself. He just wished that he had his arm back.

[User]
"Excellent question, young Toby," Villiam stated, arriving at that moment with Betty in tow. "I am pleased to see that Nefas has been dealt with. Kritch and I have obtained our goal and now our ride should be appearing momentarily. The next phase of our mission can then begin."

The poison spirit made his way forward, engaging with the crowd of his comrades. What they had achieved in his absence was really quite impressive. The spirit had to admit he was thankful that this army of misfits was on his side. Of course, as news spread throughout Hell of what they could do, the challenges would only become more frequent and dangerous. That meant that what they could do had to be improved upon. Ah, now that was where V could really shine, yes! Naturally he would have to help improve the weakest link of the chain first, which meant...

"It should take some measure of time for us to reach our next destination and learn of the next goal. While that happens, I would like to craft something you should find very... Useful, Toby." Though made of semi-fluid semi-solid toxins, the spirit's voice was quite smooth. "A mechanical arm, several times stronger than a normal human arm with multiple functionalities."

[Assistant]
Outside HPIS
As the prisoners rioted on outside the prison, funneling out at the behest of both Deprave and Poncho, the rest of the group exited as well, Betty in tow of the rat and poisonous cloud. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling that social, maybe because of the bombshell of Mike possibly betraying her or the chaos of the prison break. Either way, the max she did was shoot the muscly Deprave a wink.

Over the roar of the mass of unchained men and women, the screech of tires could be heard. The RV was here, it seemed. It was practically huge, most definitely able to seat all 9 passengers, probably even allow the to bed. It was also quite fast and light, judging by how quick it hit the scene and the sharp turn it pulled to get the door facing the prison. Out of it stepped a rabbit looking woman, oddly scarred and torn like an overused plush doll revealing muscle and pale skin beneath the surface of her fur. Stepping out onto the scene, absentmindedly tugging at her trenchcoat, she gave the prison a once over.

"What in the hell..." She muttered to herself. Quickly, she got over the surprise and replaced it with a dry sarcasm. "Looks like you guys had fun but mommy's here to pick you up. Get the hell in the van before whoever you pissed off wakes up." She commanded, motioning to the vehicle.

Once everyone was inside they'd notice how nice it was. The entire place was lined with shining granite and somehow unrotted wood. It had full amenities, a bathroom with a hot standing shower, a sink, and of course a toilet. The kitchen had a few pots, pans, dishes, bowls, and cups in the cupboards, though noticeably nothing to cook. If anyone did want to cook, though an electric stove, as well as a microwave and fridge were there. Finally, there were a few couches near the front and two bedrooms with a queen sized bed each in the back.

"Here's where you'll be staying. Don't get any blood on the couches Conan, or your ass is out." She mentioned, pointing an accusatory finger at Deprave. "We don't have any food but Barkeep stashed some alcohol in the fridge. Use the coasters in the kitchen draw. I'll be needing one of you to switch off with at some time so if anyone wants to volunteer, feel free. Just to clarify, everyone's here?" She asked. Once she got confirmation, she'd close the door and start driving.

"Here we go."

[User]
Before anything, Jen went up to Kritch once he arrived and very kindly asked him a question. "Hello Kritch. I would like my tent back soon, but you can keep it for the time being... also your paw is going to be ok." Sure she had a lot of shit in that tent, but she didn't want to be rude to Kritch. He seemed like a good guy in the long run, and Jen saw his little rat face as oddly adorable.

When the RV pulled up, Jen was relatively surprised at the condition it was in. She'd never seen an RV before either, so this was incredible to actually witness. The crusader went wide eyed and ran inside the RV filled with excitement and marveled at everything in it. From the chairs to the kitchen to the shower to the bedrooms, Jen was absolutely stupefied by it all. Out of haste, Jen quickly took one of the bedrooms for herself and placed her helmet on the bed very orderly, as well as her shield. Her mace stayed with her though, in case she needed to beat the shit out of anyone who took her room. Afterwards, she returned to the main room of the RV and kept marveling at everything. "What sort of besieging machine is this, Weaver? I have never seen something quite like it."

[Assistant]
Kritch had finally made his way out of that horrible prison, he had been hobbling behind the other two hellscapers to the escape vehicle while dodging those unruly prisoners that were swarming back into the terrible place called Hell. His hand was still mangled from the previous encounter, the initial pain had subsided but having a broken hand throb and bleed was still pretty inconvenient. Still, while escaping Kritch had the pleasure to see the desecrated corpse of the one that gave him quite the scare while in the vents. These even more unruly creatures seemed to have some sort of fighting capability that Kritch could rely on as he sticks towards the back watching them fight from the shadows. It was a thought, but it had to wait as an even louder noise than the screaming and yelling prison crowd was overpowered by a high pitched squealing that caused Kritch's back fur to stand straight up. The noise came from a large and fast vehicle hurdling towards their position, the squealing came from when it stopped ahead of the group before the supposed escape driver told them to hop in before that horrible beast wakes up again to start a rematch. The rat demon quickly hurtled towards the entrance, even if the vehicle was a bit smaller than he liked, it would provide ample time to recover and hide with his injuries.

Entering the surprisingly nice vehicle, a bit too nice for Kritch's standards, all seemed to be inside the vehicle as it drove away from the crowd of angry rioters outside the prison. He was still gripping his the wrist of his broken hand tightly, he would need this to be fixed as fast as possible in case of things got violent. Kritch took a few steps, sniffing and eyeing every corner and shadow to find any thing that the rat would find suspicious. He had also dropped the tent in the middle of room, sliding it off his back releasing the weight from his shoulders and allowing him to move his arms in a more free motion. Still, it seemed that this velchile was safe for now, he still didn't trust his surrounding but let himself relax just an inch more allowing him not to murder anyone that would touch his shoulder unannounced. So, he took his butt to a far corner of the RV and sat with his weapons on his lap and his eyes switching rapidly from area to area.


[System]
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
 Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.

History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.

Name: Rem Vano
Age: 56
Appearance: Rem has long red hair, parted away from his face and tucked behind his ears. He has a big, pointed nose and a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes are green and he has a short, bright beard.
The garb stories witness him in is a mantle made out of the bark from a tree that makes his shoulders look far broader than they actually are and a cloak of patched furs drapes around.
Personality: Blunt but wise, Rem is a talkative individual. He seems to speak to everything, adding an air of mysetery and madness to him.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Home: A hidden cottage in the wilds.
Magical Capabilities: Gaian
 Moving the landscape, commanding the plants and speaking to beasts is part of Rem's staple magic.

History: Rem Vano is a relatively young druid as far as druids go. He's been in the wilds for little over a decade now. He associates often with travelers, appearing as a kindly stranger to those that respect the forest.
The time he spent before that was in exploration of magic and debating its practices and uses. From Arcadia to Marrenfell, to Kell he researched and pondered on the nature of things. Everything he found had a limit. People treated magic less as a respectable force of nature and more as something to be manipulated, abused and used against one another to get gain. Orders of priests and their healing magics seemed the most attractive but they had their own problems serving entities with ulterior motives, especially Berganfont. That drew Rem to the ancient rites of the druids, to the order that still existed even if it were reclusive.

Name: Kanna Astorian
Age: 89
Appearance: Kanna is a lovely depiction of eldin charm. She has bright green eyes and long black hair. Her slender features are always accentuated by an extravagant dress.
Personality: Kanna is most often bold and provacative. Her mood and personality seem to change just as easily as if she were to change a mask. Her ability to act and grandstand are exceptional. Underneath all the lies and the act she is incredibly insecure with an agenda always on her mind.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Psychic
 Kanna is secretly one of the foremost experts in psychic magic. Her very presence can alter a person's mood if she applies the right pressure of power. Few of her tricks can be used to actually hurt someone, rather augmenting states of mind or making them see things that aren't there. Given enough time and effort she is able to brainwash people, even making them think they are other people themselves.

History: Kanna was born to a highly esteemed family of the eld. The Astorians were known for their moral uprightniess and they did their best to provide everything necessary for her, hoping she would make for a good healer or some other beneficial role to society. Their hopes did somewhat come to fruition. She learned from some of the greatest tutors money could afford. Politics, theater, magic, business. She was well-educated and had a great mind for trade and business but she saw issue with the morals of her family. Where they saw profit in doing good she saw loss. She anticipated events no one else had. There was an obsessive, almost psychotic need to know things, to explore between the lines in her mind. She never had chances to leave Kell, it was dangerous outside when you had few means to actually defend yourself. Death was not in her plans so she played idly by, gathering resources and contacts, learning more and hatching plans for her masterstroke. What exactly is her masterstroke? Her goal? To unite all nations under one banner, whether it was hers or a puppet nation it didn't matter. Unity was needed for the foreseeable future and any evil needed to get there was worth it. After all, what was evil other than a disagreeable act to the ignorant? Living in walls wasn't survival. A world where giant walls no longer needed to be built was a paradise to look for and could be achieved in no other way than through absolute unity.

Name: Vetch
Age: 36
Appearance: Vetch is likely one of the ugliest of the eld alive. He is bald and pale with abnormally large ears. His blood shot, red eyes bulge out of his head. On top of that his jaw is crooked to the side and it looks like at one point his nose was broken and healed improperly. He favors longcoats with hoods to keep his head and face covered. An old injury forces him to hobble with one foot but it doesn't slow him down as much as you'd expect.
Personality: Disturbingly calm and absolutely obedient to his master, Kanna. Vetch would do the extreme for her. He seems to always be dire and grave in his speech and mannerisms.
Height: 6'3"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Water Elementalist
 Vetch is a capable elementalist using water and ice, two sides of one facet. Many of his techniques mirror bladed weaponry. Mist is one his favored spells, allowing him to slip in and out of locales while people think it's simply a natural part of nature.

History: At a young age Vetch was adopted from an orphanage along with several other children to a noble family known as the Astorians. Of course no one actually knew the Astorians were involved in the adoption. The children just seemed to disappear. No one ever missed them. Vetch was infatuated with Kanna, the leader of the noble house. She was kind and benevolent to him as none other. While she spent personal time with many of them she never had to use her power to affect his mind. He was willing to be her tool, to learn from her, to be tutored and molded. The other children weren't as willing, but they came around eventually whether they wanted to or not. Vetch became a trusted right hand servant to Kanna, performing tasks that would normally put her at risk. He is in generally kept secret from the public and acts as a subtle agent.

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Baeshri Pass - Crags

 Concentrating on the wind was proving to be a feat of its own, the wind's voice was growing louder with each passing moment meaning that if Ellorei didn't release the element soon she was going to face the consequences. None the less, she steadied herself, the situation called for her aid and she was determined to give it. In the moment she felt Flin move to through a rock into the wind, using her as a way to enhance the attack. It was quickly occurring to Ellorei that perhaps she should have taken lessons from her brother in the art of combat before leaving. However, drawing the conclusion that the soldiers wanted this being not to escape. Ellorei widened her stance and it looked as though she began to sink into the ground, her energy moving to sense the ground below the adversary. There, Ellorei thought, time to end this nonsense. Ellorei began to pull the being into the ground with the goal being waist deep.

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"If yoor lookin' foor woork, de' treetops are yer best bed'."

Of course they are. Ryio thought, glancing upwards at the wall of wood separating her from the rest of the market. She'd been in Leias for weeks- but not once had she found a way up the enormous trees. There were lifts, sure, but they were all reserved months in advance or took more coin than she had to split with. Climbing was another option- at least, it could be, but not for her.

Ryio stood passively, listening to what the woman had to say as customers of the market flooded past her, pushing and jostling her about. "It's fine, it's fine." She whispered to several of them as they passed by. Ryio was turning around to leave when she heard Kolo speak again: [i]"Bud... If you're hungry, I've got some stale bobbets left over."[i]. At this, Ryio's eyes lit up like two furnaces preparing to melt down steel in their fiery kilns. Ryio was halfway through taking a step towards the bobbet-shaped salvation when someone behind her shoved her forward, knocking her off balance and towards the market stall. Ryio had been standing fairly close to the stall as to actually hear the owner above the commotion, and fell down hard and fast towards the wooden counter. She stuck out her hand to stop herself, but didn't center her arm properly and the left side of her body and face cracked against the rough wooden surface- which, luckily, was still intact.

Ryio pushed herself up, planting her feet firmly into the dirt under her with deliberate care. She then took the cloak and fastened it closed in the front, and then graciously accepted the bobbets from Kolo, completely ignoring the growling stranger behind her. "Thank you, miss. Blessings of the sands upon you." Ryio bowed her head slightly, and a single bead of blood dripped off of her forehead and onto her outstretched arm. Ryio touched her wrist to her forehead and sighed- it was bleeding, for sure, though not too bad. "Sorry. Miss Kolo- thank you. Again." She then stepped aside from the stall and turned back towards the street, placing two of the three bobbets away into her bag. To the stranger, she simply arched one eyebrow while chewing down hard on the stale bobbet.

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Paric noticed their mistake just after he saw Ayer react the the animal. He needed to get his eyes checked... He had seen Myti before, but this was quite sad, if he was being honest with himself. Perhaps the two just wanted to have an encounter free journey for awhile while they rested up. Then again, it wouldn't be an adventure if they did not run into trouble.

 He let Ayer do most of the talking, raising his eyebrows in surprise when Ayer so quickly showed the Myti Wax Jury. Then again, given a good reason, the Myti probably would guide them. Not much else to do out in the middle of no where, surrounded by monsters of all sizes. It was obvious that they would need help, though. He was a drunk with little experience, and little alcohol, and his friend was a nerd who wasn't keen of violence. Their chances were slim, given caravans, for all their metallic might, sometimes got completely wiped out. They weren't even trained soldiers.

 His gaze had left the Myti to scan the tall trees. Until, of course, Ayer threw a compliment that probably would not sit well with the Myti. The poor thing was obviously bitter that they had mistaked it for a monkey. He grimaced, mouthing a soundless "sorry" to the Myti. This was probably how all of Ayer's problems originally started. He probably unknowingly said something dumb to a high ranking Nillium commander.

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Gybol raises an eyebrow at the reaction and remains his guarded sort of posture. The way the man reacted threw him off. He was expecting perhaps something more...two faced? He wasn't sure and it was something that he was going to have to mull over a bit later. He regards Richard carefully. As the man offered what he did, he grows a bit of a neutral expression and leans back into his seat

"Look, you came in and tried to throw your weight around. The girl you tried to faint is off getting a guard because you attempted to do harm. Yes, harm. Regardless of what you think it is, you attempted without her consent and not entirely in the interest of her well being. I do not have a good reason to trust you. If you can give me a good reason to do so, I'll consider what else you'd be willing to offer. And you can promise all you want, but given the way you reacted and how much my trinket means to you, I also cannot think of a perfect world where you would be able to keep that promise, so choose your words carefully."

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Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

 The explosion caught Rem by surprise as well, he had no idea what it was or who it had originated from. He passed a glance back to see the staggered men that had shot at him moments ago. Their leader took the chance to move. The brute made a break straight for the two captains, even if it meant he had to ignore a threat right in front of him. Perhaps he was more concerned with the fate of his men. To Rem, those men had sealed their fate by becoming the aggressors here.

 The earth started to rumble beneath them as the obvious shift of rock and dirt took place. Rem steadied himself on his staff as the rolling earth grew more intense. The earth in a broad area around Blake became uneven, lifting and lowering in spots as it became a separated mess of ledges and falls, making traversal much more difficult. "Still intent on murder I see." The druid commented. He lifted his right hand, gripping his pinky and thumb inward with the other three digits extended. He sharply stabbed his hand into the air. The ground followed in response, launching three shards of sharp rock from the soil beneath Rem's feet at Blake.


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(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

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Alias:
Sara Ackerman, Miss/Lady/Lieutenant Ackerman (or Reinhardt), Ma'am, Pale Titan, The Angel (of Humanity).

Species: Human, Intelligent Titan.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: April 18th.
Age: 25.
Height: 5' 7" (Human), 14 m (Titan)

Relatives/Relationships:
Kenny Ackerman - Biological Father (alive)
Rosa Reinhardt - Biological Mother (deceased)
Fae Reinhardt - Biological Sister (unknown)
Kuchel Ackerman - Biological Aunt (deceased)
Levi Ackerman - Biological First-Cousin; Older (alive)
Armin's Mother - First-Cousin/Once-Removed; Older (deceased)
Armin Arlelt - First-Cousin/Twice-Removed; Younger (alive)

Current Residence: Utopia District in Wall Rose.
Former Residence: Underground of Wall Sina.
Occupation: Elite Survey Corps Member, Lieutenant.
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.

Hair Color: Platinum-Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.

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Personality:
Even when she was a child, Sara always seemed to hold a sense of maturity, and very strong independence upon her being. Even though she grew up in a very corrupted and chaotic society, she stays quiet, calm, and level-headed - hardly ever losing her cool, even in the face of danger. However, when expressing such an emotion, Sara proves to be fierce and quite aggressive, especially when resorting to physical violence. Apart from this, she is a very methodical and patient individual, who always analyzes a situation before making any advances - although she does not always find this necessary, as she does have her impulsive moments.

After waking up, with the powers of a Titan, and not have much recollection of her early life, Sara seldom smiles, and gives off a rather cold, almost-stoic disposition, having to never give any signs of distress during escalating situations, and keep her head on seeing a mission to its end. She claims herself to be "not good with feelings", and admits on having a hard time making friends; personally, this makes Sara more of a socially-awkward, introverted person, rather than one who is antisocial, in spite of being seen alone, and using her own resources. Furthermore, due to all of her time fighting, and attempting to fulfill her purpose, Sara hasn't put in a lot of time being social.

Often very distant, and preferring to study people before giving away any personal info,

However, for all of her toughness and seemingly-detached nature, she does possess a more vulnerable side, even when it involves making close connections - especially romantic and familial ones. In fact, Sara is so noble, maternal, compassionate, and loyal on the inside, she will give protection, strength, comfort, and reassurance to anyone who might need it, giving off the impression of an "angelic" individual; hence the nickname "The Angel of Humanity". It's because of these traits that Sara is a fierce and determined fighter: She will do anything for the survival of herself and others, to the point where she's constantly finding ways to get out of predicaments.

Abilities:
Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding : Sara is so physically-excellent in blade-wielding and with her ODM gear, rumor has it that she may have been personally-trained by her more-proficient cousin Levi, or if she ever used it before joining the military; she would rather not tell. Her level of experience just might be a few inches higher than that of Mikasa.

Expert Combatant : Even before joining the military, Sara Reinhardt was trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, having to do feats that would allow her to fight dirty and overpower others. This has been extended into her Titan form, which makes her all-the-more dangerous. Considerable in her peak physical condition, she is also a strong and fast athlete with great reflexes in her maneuvers.

Hunting Expertise/Intuition : Controversy surrounds Sara with this skill. Considering that her father was an infamous serial killer, it is highly-possible that she may have learned tactics on how to pursue and avoid her targets, having to hold extensive knowledge on the ways of stealth, tracking, luring, and trapping, of which proves itself useful in her fight with the Titans - even while operating as one. This would arguably have made her the perfect assassin. She also shows some knowledge in gun-wielding, as well as creating and mixing edibles, whether medicinal or poisonous.

Awakened Power : Coming from a nearly-extinct bloodline of the Ackerman warrior-family, Sara inherits some kind of dormant power that can only be triggered whenever she's expressing the strongest of emotions, allowing her physical attributes to become far more developed than that of an average human; perhaps a "byproduct of Titan science".

Power of the Titans : Sometime in her early years, Sara acquired the powers of a Titan-Shifter, becoming referred to as the "Pale Titan"; the only Intelligent Titan with albino traits (like herself), whenever she transforms; nearly-identical to the Female Titan, in both the physical sense and special ability (skin hardening and willful regeneration). Standing at fourteen meters, Sara can easily dominate pure Titans, overpower a few Survey Corps members (who attacked her out of fear and confusion), and even rival herself with other Titan-Shifters.

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Standing up, and turning her head around, Sara looked upon Kate with narrowed eyes. "You did good today, soldier. Or should I say, doctor, miss Bellows? Your creation seems to be boasting you well, out here", she said, having to pass down her own words of praise, even though she didn't keep her attention on the young woman for long, since the lieutenant gazed back up at the smoke-filled city. Her eyes then looked down upon the carcasses of both human and Titan, mentally passing honor down towards the human corpses, and discontent for the evaporating Giants.

Having to continue looking out, Sara looked at the other young woman at the corner of her eye, once she heard her say something under her breath. She didn't need to question or acknowledge her, but she did use her observational nature to keep it in mind. Kate sure was something else, having to possess a talent for her curiosity and intellectual properties, like Commander Hange.

From time to time, the Angel, at least, tries to at least socialize with the other ranks, but with all of her time focusing on the war at hand, while trying to remember her past, it became a whole lot harder for her to talk casually. For the most part, Sara only spoke in the way that one would speak, while in the chain of command. She was just too business-like.

Two other Scouts, a male and a female landed nearby, and ran straight to the white-haired woman. "Lieutenant! The front line is currently helping citizens to the gate", the male reported, while having to point to the gate. "Anya and I are here to help, and we're not entirely sure what to do from here".

"Then, by all means, help them. We can't have any more casualties, nor lose anymore of our forces", the white-haired woman recommended in her traditional cold but soft voice, before placing her gaze back on the unconscious boy behind her, by the time the other Scouts quickly departed. She then looked at Keira, her blue eyes laying passively yet expectedly upon her. "Bellows, tend to the boy, as well as his comrades. The Commander would want him alive and conscious".

As much as Sara didn't want to say, but she would much rather be ordered around by her cousin, considering that she quickly became part of his Special Operations Squad during her early military years. In truth, even though her respect for Erwin was considered faithful, she knew that the man was willing to put his soldiers' lives on the line to reach a certain goal. In addition, even if the woman wanted to wait for the Commander or the Military Police, she also wanted to know who this boy was, and why he seemed to be so important.

With that said, the lieutenant leaped off the wall, having to spin in her downward descent, before launching a hook, allowing herself to dangle halfway upon the structure. Scanning the area for a few moments, Sara wondered how this all even started in the first place. No doubt that her comrades would have similar thoughts. Although, in her own mind, she wanted to remember what happened, before waking up in the body of a Titan. Lookin over at the closing gate, it became the signal telling her that everyone was safe.

Making a sigh, the lieutenant used her own weight to swing herself back and forth, and eventually give herself a mighty push, giving her the leverage to get propelled up the wall, as if in flight, and land before the brunette woman, and the kids. Safe, and together.

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Normally, when a person so so-saturated with thoughts that information passed to them will register and then quickly move on to the backburner, where naturally it would be later recalled. However, there was a part in how Sara addressed her that got caught, something she hadn't expected to hear. She called her 'doctor', and that actually halted her writing, mid-word, as she had been outlining the initial observations of the strange feral Titan. There'd been that slight flinch, then she liked to the Shredders sitting beside her and up at Sara herself in confusion.

"Doctor? No, no... I'm not anything like..."

However, Armin decided to encourage this, saying "You really are, though. How often are you studying?", knowing already that the answer was 'All the time'. He might've been trying to encourage her, but the fact was that she didn't want to be reminded just now of her mother, a true genius. Somewhere in all the paperwork, Kate had a rank and/or title. She didn't really acknowledge it. She assumed that when it was important, people would listen to her because she hopefully made sense, and beyond that...didn't really want authority over people. She responded to Sara quietly.

"Th-thank you. I'm just trying to do my duty."

She again looked expectantly at Armin, bidding him to speak. This time, Mikasa gave him the nod and he began to articulate it, starting from when Eren practically dove into the mouth of a Titan to save him. Kate tried not to let this register, but the way her eyes darted to the unconscious boy and back to Armin, especially when he then said that Eren was eaten in front of him... No one could fail to register just a little surprise. The only reason Sara wasn't catching this was because Armin was keeping his voice down and a pair of scouts had called her attention for a moment.

She wrote down feverishly, almost tearing the page several times. Sara gave her an order to tend to Eren and she simply nodded before the white-haired fighter took a dive from the wall. She wanted to reinforce the others, make easier the evacuation of people from the area. Nothing either of them said accounted for Eren's transformation into a Titan. No other person in recorded history transformed into a Titan when eaten by another Titan. They just died. Why, apart from his overwhelming rage, was Eren so special? It was impossible, a wall of ignorance to the whole thing as thick as the wall they sat on now.

"I don't understand. He couldn't do this five years ago. What's changed between then and now? What did he do?"

He couldn't just wish it, no matter how much he hated the Titans. Mikasa chimed in "He became a soldier. That's all.", stating that there was no difference between him or anybody in training, nothing except the things that made him Eren, which alone were not enough for this... Eren was always like this, even as a Titan. He gave shape to his Titan form, but he sure as hell didn't make it himself! Kate stood up, feeling frustrated.

"Soldiers don't just become Titans, and neither do people! Something had to be done to him to make it happen! Someone has to be responsible for this!"

This outburst come right as Sarah was actually returning unexpectedly to the top of the wall...

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Even while she was dangling on the wall, Sara continued to have thoughts on the boy that they had just managed to rescue. She remembered Kate saying his name under her breath, but then the lieutenant felt the need to figure it out herself on who exactly he is, and why he was important. That time will come when she starts to interrogate him, later on. For the safety and benefit of her comrades, it was necessary for her to find as much intel as she could, so that she could share it with them. They needed to know what they were up against, and how they should prepare themselves for possible future conflicts that might surround it. Her facials relaxed at the thought, while her hair gently blew in the breeze, before looking back at the other kids, who remained by the boy's side, and observed Kate for a moment, having to see the young woman, standing up, and...panting?

Now that is a bit unusual, especially since the brunette was calm, just not too long ago. If she was having another fit, Sara had to make sure to keep her under wraps, as it was something she did, for quite some time. Even if the ordeals were violent, the white-haired woman was more than willing to take a few hits, if it meant to keep the girl calm. She narrowed her blue eyes, non-intimidatingly, at her, having her to give her the sign to settle down. However, Kate wasn't really too far away to another, who fell victim to the same fate.

The rest of the day behind Wall Rose was normal, although it became dark rather quickly. The other Scouts were spending time to themselves, while the cadets have tried to process through what they had just seen in their first battle. Seeing a giant Titan, who seemed to be able to cooperate and give humanity their first ever victory, wasn't something for them to expect in the crisis that they were currently a part of, along with the rest of the world.

If she was being honest with herself, Sara didn't exactly approve of the whole Military Police Brigade. As far as she knew, they were the most-controlling out of all of the military branches. As a result, she didn't favor them, even though her own presence seemed to be rather intimidating to them, so thankfully, they backed away from her, in response. It wasn't hard for her to get into the dungeons either, since the MPs didn't hesitate to give her its location upon request. It was the place where they decided to keep the boy captive. Strangely, she almost expected to find Miss Bellows down there, checking on him from time-to-time upon Commander Erwin's order.

The lieutenant turned a corner, down the hallway, hoping to find the boy conscious.