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Species: Human
Faction/Unit: 6th Special Personal Security Detail, formerly of Blue Squadron, Independence
Location: TBD
Synopsis of Role: Experienced starfighter pilot with combat experience at Turkana and in Operation Skyhook seconded to the 6 SPSD to provide support duties. A former Outer Rim swoop ganger, he can fly a light freighter, starfighter, any sort of speeder and does not look, in any way, military.

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"After performing our due diligence," Etain Leto, counterespionage specialist and the 6th Detail's lead intelligence officer, chimed in, "we've learned that the Rokarokatusawa serves a drink called the Rancor Shot, which may have enough alcohol in it to actually cause brain damage. We'd suggest a round of those after the meeting, not during." A few laughs went around the conference.

"In all seriousness," he said after a moment, "we've vetted both the contact and the meeting point. Ryella, if you could?"

At the sound of her name, the blue-skinned Twi'lek woman to Leto's left placed a holoprojector on the table. A nondescript human face flickered into blue existence. "Thank you. This is our contact. He's an officer with the Parcossis Valley Militia. They're disorganized, but they have a lot of blasters which makes this a good connection. He's got a good amount of influence among the PVM leadership, so this should be a productive conversation."

"Beyond that, the location itself is also good," Leto opined, tapping the holoprojector. The image switched over to a projection of a building, the bar. "Low profile bar, not too high end, not too low end, low traffic most times of day. Whatever the time of the meet, we can have a team on the ground three hours in advance to take care of our security protocols. All in all, this should be a milk run."

His presentation done, he tapped the holoprojector off and slid it back toward the Twi'lek. "Thank you, gentlemen," he said.

[Assistant]
"I'm not completely unfamiliar with similar militia groups. The first operation that I ever conducted dealt with the pacification of a local cell of Separatist sympathizers, and that was shortly before the start of the Clone Wars."

Senator Dona Ordo had listened in relative silence for the entirety of the presentation that had been given by his subordinates. He was dressed rather casually for the meeting, but that was purely by choice. After nearly half his life wearing uniforms, he was more than eager to have some level of control over what he could wear. Besides, he had every intention to immediately change into his Senate formalwear following the conclusion of the meeting. As for the rest of his outward appearance, his prematurely graying dark brown hair was well coiffed, framing a cleanly shaven handsome face. This was only obfuscated by a discoloration of his skin that went from his right cheek and travelled the length of the right side of his body. This had been the result of third-degree burns caused by an injury gained during the Clone Wars, and the discoloration was all that remained after spending a lengthy period of time in a bacta tank near the conclusion of the war.

"In my experience, these insurgents are far too skittish in the presence of the Empire, even if it's only a former Imperial officer that they have to contend with. My past isn't exactly a secret throughout most of the Outer Rim."

Once Dona had recovered from his wounds at the end of the Clone Wars, he had been placed in command of an Imperial strikeforce that was tasked with uprooting Separatist insurgent groups throughout the Outer Rim. Many labeled him as ruthless based on his draconian methods that were used to eradicate these terrorists, but he simply considered himself and his men to be efficient. Even to this day, there was nothing he would apologize for. A devastating galactic war had just taken place, and Dona had lost more friends than he would ever care to count. So, he was quite adamant to pacify the Outer Rim and help bring true peace to the galaxy. Of course, his current position within an organization that was fighting to undo that peace… well, that was an irony that wasn't lost upon him.

"I'll allow Leto to lead this entire operation as it concerns making contact with this… Harlush. I'd prefer to have a line in with the leadership of this militia sooner rather than later. At the same time, don't allow my desire of expediency to be a blank check. The ISB can outperform us in terms of blackmail and coercion nine times out of ten. I'm already highly skeptical about this contact and his militia as it is."

"I will be preoccupied with my official capacities as a senator for the most part. Keep me abreast of any significant developments by passing along any relevant information to Issmic and he'll notify me of anything that I need to know." With that, he motioned to his personal assistant who wasn't standing all that far away from him. He was also looking close to pulling him out of the meeting and placing him back on his senatorial schedule.

"I do want some skin in this game," Dona concluded, with half a smile.

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Remi Vando had been in some shitty situations in his life and this wasn't one of them. He admired Senator Ordo and felt honored to be on his PSD. He would do whatever it took to protect the man's life including diving on a thermal detonator if needed. I would give my life for him, was his personal Creed while serving as a Personal Security Officer. He honestly hoped it would never come to that, but was mentally prepared in the event it should come down to it. He spent five years with the Rebel Pathfinders and saw this opportunity as an avenue for self-improvement. He had no desire to serve in government, but sought to improve his skills where it came to providing security and building his body to be a better soldier.

He was not completely interested in the contents of the meeting, but felt it necessary to hear what was going on or more specifically, where the Senator was heading. He could then research their destination as well as the route they were taking to determine what threats might possibly be along their path.

Remi kept his HL-27 blaster hidden under his coat. The weapon was small and easy to conceal. It had been a gift from Senator Ordo when he came to this detachment two years ago. A small vibro-blade was strapped to his back under his jacket as a back up, just in case he needed it. Other weapons were kept in other locations, to be used when needed. For now, he did not require an arsenal, keep it simple for close in security.

Remi spoke quietly to Garith Calman so as not to disturb the meeting. "I need to go use the 'fresher. I'll do a perimeter sweep while I am gone." He left the room and headed to the Refresher in order to relieve his bladder and then walked around the outside of the briefing room. He checked the corridor outside the room and then the doors leading inside. There were people walking about, as though they belong. He did not see anything out of the ordinary and returned to the meeting room.

[Assistant]
Issmic Bene stood behind the Senator, carefully taking notes and eyeing the ticking time, as the gathered conspirators plotted their next move. The only part that really perked his ears up was the Rancor Shot, which he made a mental note to sample before they left his wretched planet. His mind, instead of being here in the meeting room, was dwelling elsewhere. Issmic had to think hours, if not days, ahead of the schedule and, while he was certainly glad that the retired Rear Admiral was concerned and invested so deeply in the Rebel cause, he still had official business to attend to. If the Imperial Security Bureau figured out his true motives for going to this backwater world, then they would all be shot for treason.

Treason! To think that Chief Bene, the hero of Targis IV, could be considered a traitor was enough to make him laugh. He had given his youth, his happiness, his marriage, his entire life to the cause of the Galaxy. He had gone into battle against dozens of species in countless star systems to ensure that the Galaxy remained stable, so that the Peace of the Empire could be extended to every star that glimmered in the Heavens. The thanks he got? A medical discharge for a shattered leg (which, although reconstructed by droids, never quite felt the same again), no pension, and no working opportunities. He thanked Lady Luck every day that Senator Ordo, no greater friend and no worse foe, took pity upon his old adjutant and made him his Chief of Staff.

At the time, he wondered why he had been graced by his brother born from combat, but the reality soon dawned on him. The Senator needed to surround himself with people he could trust, and Issmic had proved it time and time again in those campaigns against the Seps. And he would continue to prove it, in his own way and in the capacity that he served, by making sure the Senator did not forget his obligations.

"If I may interject," The Personal Assistant, feeling all together ignored by the affairs of the Rebels, finally spoke up, "Senator, I must remind you that the meeting at the Rothanan Fleet Yards is time critical. We cannot afford to miss this obligation, and therefore I insist with much haste that we get onto it."

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"They've got some blasters, but what's available on the black market here isn't what they would need to do more than hunt and peck occasionally," Clang was a flyboy, but he was also an ex-ganger and knew his way through the seamy underbelly of these places in a way that allowed him to feel situations out carefully. It was hard to say why, but Shan seemed to have a good instinct for sifting through the chaff to get at a decent seeming lead, "But what they really need is computing and communications equipment and the expertise to use them." Rothana was what amounted to a surveillance state, and the surveillance was sophisticated. It was a tall order, but the planet also was a high value target to compromise in such a fashion.

"Quid pro quo; we get them set up, they are able to reciprocate. That is the deal they want to hammer out." Rothana's air defenses were formidable to the point of making regular use of aerial combat vehicles or starfighters on a regular basis a good idea -- eventually, they'd pile on the resources and shoot everything out of the sky. These guys needed the technical assistance to become more sophisticated, to expand their capability to slice and spoof and allow movement. It might involve more than that, but that wasn't Shan's problem. His problem was this unit's mission of engaging in diplomacy of a decidedly dangerous sort.

He shrugged as the Senator's aide made it clear that the Senator himself should avoid the meeting; it made sense. The senator was watched. His staff were not as watched, and Rothana's surveillance systems were so large that there were, inevitably, gaps that they took advantage of. Sending the Senator to meet with others made sense. It would also mean that Clang was driving the Senator, and wouldn't be meeting these folks again.

"I'll transfer the contact info over to Leto and let him work it out; contact was made through underworld types. One other thing; the locals think that the local fixer might sell us out, if they think there is some profit in it. This broker in the initial contact, Dras Don, does not know on whose behalf I am working, but might have some inkling of what is afoot here." That was said with a shrug, "Still, they might try to fork us over to the local counterintelligence authorities. We let slip to Dras Don that the meet was going to be at the Rusty Rudder, another fine establishment. They're going to put locals on the surveillance to see if some bounty hunters working on contract for the ISB show up. If so, they want Dras Don taken out from our side, while they put out the word that spice dealers were getting very impatient about a short count. We would need to create the impression of a flurry of borrowing activity to support that. We've been very careful to control what he knows and who is exposed, but he's a loose end."

That, of course, was the dirty end of the business.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

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Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma Amusement Park
Sunday, April 26th, 2015
Golden Week

After hitting up the rollercoaster a few other rides, Akane began looking around to see if there were anymore rides that would catch her eye. Not that she'd mind if the ride ends up great or not, she was having fun and has helped calmed her quite a bit. Just as her eyes locked onto another potential ride, she took note of a trio of boy swarming around a girl. As one would expect, ganging up on a girl and trying to pressure her into doing what they want. How cliche and stereotypical can you get? She shook her head at the thought of it all.

As she ran her hand down her face, as she knew how cliche she was going to be in a moment. With a Sigh, she moved in. Just as the one closest to her on the bench moved his arm towards her, she grabbed his arm and held onto it in a powerful grip. "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Akane looked at him in a chilling glare as she tossed him to the ground. "At it again, you three haven't learned a single a thing, have you? Must I re-educate you....again?" She turned and faced them as she began cracking her knuckles.

[Assistant]
Toma Tanaka - April 26th, Afternoon | Amusement Park

Toma hummed and hawed, desperately wanting to leave, but not wanting to be rude. It had been a while since the group got in line, so they'd probably be off the ride and looking for him soon, not leaving him with much time to make a choice.

As he deliberated over the decision, he finished off his ice-cream sandwich with one last bite, and a shot of disappointment ran through him. That had been way tastier than it had any business being, and he kind of wanted another one.

And that was exactly the motivation he needed to head off on his own. He picked up his jacket off the railing and tied it around his waist, being careful with his wrist, before pushing himself off to head back to the ice-cream stand. As he let his craving take him over, he picked up his walking pace, eventually reaching his destination and getting into the short line.

The red-haired boy looked around as he waited, taking in more of the colorful sights that the park offered. Everyone looked so happy and excited here, with the exception of a crying child and exasperated parent or two. And no wonder -- they were all in an amusement park. It was in the name; this was supposed to be a fun place. So why was he not happy too? He was here with friends -- well, maybe not 'friends,' but schoolmates -- so he had no reason to be so... miserable? Maybe; he wasn't sure what he was. Not happy, though.

Toma's thoughts were put to a stop as he saw a group of four kids near a bench in the distance, three boys and one girl from the looks of it. With a flicker of recognition, his eyes widened a bit.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Toma shifted, taking a step back and craning his neck to get a better view. As he confirmed that it was Kotori, a soft smile broke out on his face.

"Excuse me, sir! It's your turn to be served."

He had to stop himself from going over to greet her -- it seemed she was here with friends. Ignoring the slightest pang of petty jealousy he felt, he couldn't help but be happy for her. It didn't seem like she hung out with friends like this often, so it was a nice sight to see.

"Um, sir, you're holding up the line..."

But something was off. One of the boys sat next to her, and she didn't seem too pleased about it. The three weren't letting off even as her discomfort became more apparent. Toma's brow furrowed as he felt himself getting angered again, the emotion only growing as he continued watching. Clearly, they weren't her friends. Toma began to walk towards them, wanting badly to hit all three of them.

"I-- uh, sir? O-okay then... I can help whoever's next."

As he made his way over, he fought to calm himself down. Starting a fight would be dumb, considering the condition of his wrist and the fact that he was outnumbered. No, more importantly than that, a fight wouldn't help the situation in any way. All he had to do was help Kotori get out of her uncomfortable spot, and there were better ways to do that.

Taking a breath to calm and steel himself, he decided on how he'd go about it -- pretend they had come to the park together as part of a group, and that she had gotten separated from them, giving her an out. Hopefully this wouldn't embarrass her too much.

"Hey, there you are, Kotori-chan!" he said cheerfully with a wave, a bright smile on his face -- ironically the most genuine one he'd worn all day despite the fact that this was basically an act.

He'd barely gotten the words out when another, tough-looking girl showed up. She grabbed the kid on the bench and tossed him to the ground roughly, eliciting a dumbfounded stare from Toma as he processed what was happening. Shaking off his stupor, he decided to make his presence known, too. The three boys seemed thoroughly intimidated by the girl, but she was sort of taunting them into a fight. The pathetic mob didn't seem likely to take her up on it, but Toma figured it'd be better to be safe -- they'd be even less likely to accept her offer if they saw they'd have to deal with one extra person.

He stepped forward so that he was standing above the boy squirming on the ground. With raised eyebrows and a bright, mocking smile, he spoke. "Hey bud, how's the view down there?" Toma leaned down and offered to help him up, but his hand was quickly smacked away, drawing a controlled smile to his face. "Alright then, no need to be rude."

He stepped purposely over the boy and stopped next to the bench, leaning against it. He pulled out his phone and pretended to busy himself, letting the other girl do her thing -- going by her words, she had dealt with this lot before, so he had no reason to doubt she could do it again.

He glanced over down at Kotori, offering her a sympathetic, understanding smile.

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Amusement Park | Afternoon

With her book clenched tightly and steadily drawing it closer to herself as if it could somehow shield her from the eyes of the three boys which were all focused on her, Kotori practically shrank into the bench, trying to inch away from their close attention. Unfortunately, she was already sitting at the very end of the bench and thus her options were rather restrained, given the presence of the armrest blocking any further retreat; instead leaving her to try and come up with some way to tell the three that she wasn't really very comfortable - when all of a sudden, a voice called out. It took Kotori a moment to realise that said voice was calling out to her - and another before she realised that the was familiar.

Looking up, discomfort was momentarily replaced with surprise and confusion as she saw the owner of the voice, Toma Tanaka, heading towards the small group at the bench - but before she could do more than that, another figure approached, grabbing the sitting boy and yanking him off the bench. The tone of her voice made it clear that she wasn't exactly very pleased with what she was seeing. The boy in question gave a surprised "Hey, what the?!" as he found himself on the ground before looking at the reason thereof with a glare - at least for the second it took him to recognise exactly who it happened to be. His two buddies meanwhile had slowly taken a step back when they'd heard and seen the fourth boy approaching - and were exchanging very nervous glances when they too recognised Akane from their previous... meetings.

The three boys' hearts seemed to drop with every crack of Akane's knuckles as the memory of the first two times she'd peeled them off similar activities. They might not exactly be the quickest on the pickup, but even they knew they weren't going to get out of this without some injuries to either their bodies or their pride if they didn't get out soon. "H-hey, let's get out of here, yeah?" one of the two still standing boys suggested with a nervous glance and nod to no specific place other than 'not here.' The boy on the floor - both the apparent leader of the trio and the thickest of the bunch - was of half a mind to see if the third time would be the charm with Akane when he noticed that another boy had approached, offering him a hand.

Smacking it away, the leader pushed himself off the ground and away from Akane, stepping toward his two buddies. Their urging and reminders of what happened last time being enough to get through even to him that trying to have a go with Akane really wouldn't be the smartest thing - and even more embarassing with more people around, too. "Just so you know, we were leaving anyway! We're letting you off lightly!" he said in a tough guy voice - which probably would have sounded a bit more intimidating if he hadn't been backing away and having to suppress a nervous cracking of his voice before turning around and heading off at a rather brisk pace; his to buddies quickly following suit.

Kotori, meanwhile, had followed the entire exchange with a mix of confusion, surprise and a constant series of dumbfounded blinking at the sight. Only now that the three were actually leaving did the discomfort start to ease away - at least until she realised that she had yet to thank the two for their help. Quickly standing up, she bowed deeply to the two in quick succession. It was also only then that she actually got a good look at the other girl - who, much to Kotori's surprise, turned out to be someone not only from her school but even the same class, Akane Hanazawa. "Ah, thank you, Tanaka-senpai, Hanazawa-san," she said, her voice only barely audible over the noise of park. Glancing between the two, she quickly gave another bow between them. "Uhm... s-sorry..." she began, unsure of what else to say; wanting to both express her thanks for their arrival and to apologise that they had had to do so in the first place when they had no reason to.

Ultimately, this left her fidgeting nervously with her skirt and she glanced between the two and the ground - though this time with a lot less uneasy discomfort than just moments earlier.


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

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Brad hated note taking. He had always been terrible at it. His handwriting was both slow and almost illegible. He remembered Coach making a joke about how if football didn't work out for him, he could always become a doctor.

That being said, it was a necessary evil. As the professor got more and more off-topic, Brad was torn. On the one hand, it gave him more time to catch up on the other notes. On the other, it meant he was stuck listening to an old man's rant against the youth instead of something actually useful.

As much as he hated to be 'That Guy', Brad wasn't going to waste the education he was offered at this school. Raising his hand, he spoke up. "Professor Wilhelms, is there any other way of summonin' Synchro monsters aside from Synchro Summonin'?"

[Assistant] Angelo smiled as he got their and soon he saw the others and it seemed like Ethel was able to join him in this class so it would be nice to try and duel her and see if she reveals her true nature during the roar of the engines and the speed. Soon the teacher explained that what he was wearing was a riding suit it looked a little weird but honestly it made sense if it provided the protection that a turbo duelist needed. As the teacher showed them in Angelo looked around to see how huge it was and he looked over to the garage and he went over to the gate to look in more clearly it was something beautiful. Angelo only had a dusty shed to work in with his duel runner back home if he had a proper garage like this he would have made his duel runner even better. Angelo hoped he would have a spot here with his request that he put in along with those parts "Mr. Cellrate when I put in a request to have a spot here does that mean I get a key to one of these spots or what?" Angelo asked since he did put in the request around the time he first got here so he wondered how long it would take to be allowed to get his requested items...

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Michelle was a bit confused when Tsukiko spoke to her the way she did. Tsukiko seemed like she was having some issues, though what they were Michelle had no idea. Michelle then took a seat when the teacher spoke, realizing that class was now starting. The teacher started off with the very basics of Synchro Summoning, introducing the monster type known as "Tuners", and how they were used with non-Tuner monsters to Synchro Summon the Synchro Monsters. Michelle nodded at each sentence, confirming in her mind that this was indeed correct information. Leander instantly began daydreaming, his mind lost in his fantasies of Dueling.

The class started off well, but then the teacher began to get carried away in the change in topics. Way away. Michelle waited for the teacher to notice, but after some time had passed, it was clear that the Mr. Wilhelms was going to continue in such a fashion if he was not interrupted. Michelle was about to hesitatingly raise her hand, until someone else raised their hand first and asked a question. Michelle waited patiently for the teacher's response.

[Assistant]
Nathaniel sat beside Brad, although he had been silent for pretty much the entire class, quickly and furiously taking notes. Growing up, Nathaniel's teachers had already told him to take notes in his own words, but he didn't have time for that. Class was always moving, and he wasn't sure where it was moving, but it was moving, and he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. So the easiest thing for him to do, of course, is to just copy down whatever the teacher says or puts on the board without actually thinking about it.

He had quickly written down notes on the basic mechanics of Synchro Summoning, the monster card texts in the demonstration, even the rant on professional dueling. He was just about to start a new section labeled "Drugs" when he realized that the class had taken a rather unexpected turn.

This isn't going to be on the exam, is it?

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Ryder was still busy with handing out speed spells and quickly scribbling details down, seemingly having to focus on those two things at the same time. Some boy named Steven Mercy turned out to be quite unlucky, receiving the Speed Spells Count Up, Special Hurricane and Final Destiny. You could only guess what kind of deck someone has to be running to deserve that fate. Soon after Mercy, Angelo asked a question. "Ah... Yeah, I've heard something about that. You're Angelo, then?" Ryder questioned. "Well, good timing. You're actually the next one on the list." the teacher said, beckoning the teen to get closer.

He handed over the speed spells, scribbling down some things all the while, and answered the question at the same time. "You actually... Have to ask either security personnel... Or me whenever you... Want to modify you Duel Runner... And we'll open the garage" they trailed off, only talking in short bursts because it asked quite a bit of concentration. "You'll be given... A new frame and parts... But won't be allowed to modify... An existing runner..." Ryder continued, then noticed he'd handed over all the Speed Spells Angelo needed. "Oh. Anyway, you can only modify it under supervision so we can make sure you don't start messing with other Duel Runners. We'll notify you when your parts arrive, alright." they finished, then waved their hand off to the side to signal Angelo needing to get changed.

Not too long after Angelo, both Camryn and Ignia got called over for their Speed Spells as well.

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Wilhelms seemed to catch on to the fact he had trailed off, ending the conversation with a curt "Well, enough about that." and pretty much straight after, Brad asked his question. "Ah! Glad you asked." the teacher replied, picking up a black marker to write on the board. "Synchro monsters can only be summoned from the extra deck by Synchro Summon, but once out of the extra deck they are like any regular monster." they explained, while making a quick doodle on the board to showcase their point. Wilhelms used a tombstone to represent the grave, and showcased the Lightning warrior from before getting resurrected by Call of the Haunted.

"However, certain Synchro monsters specifically state they can not be summoned except by Synchro Summon. So, if they leave the field, they can't be summoned back again unless they return to your Extra Deck." the teacher finished the explanation, then put down the marker. "That should be enough on how to summon them, for now. Some Synchro monsters require a specific tuner, or would require a certain number of Synchro materials." Wilhelms continued with the lesson, and this time, didn't seem to get distracted. They continued on about specific clauses to Synchro monsters and when you can and can't summon one, thanks to Brad asking about it.

[Assistant] "Question teacher: If sent to the graveyard via spell effect or by battle wouldn't it be possible to special summon it back using call of the haunted or some other spell card." Andre asked bluntly as he tried his best to keep taking notes on the side. He figured it would be best to get all the stuff he could out into the open. It would be best to know what was and off the test. Of course things haven't always been so favorable to him in the testing zone. If he didn't get the technical side of things down, or at least the official side, then he wouldn't do so well. He could only pass tests if he KNEW the answer guessing...wasn't Andre's strong suit.

[User] Megan gave a quiet sigh of relief when the muscle guy spoke up to get class back on topic. She was even more pleased when another student spoke and asked a question, then frowned. This had just been covered, once summoned treated like a ordinary monster unless the text stated could only be synchro summoned. Obviously someone hadn't been paying attention. "Mr. Whihelm already explained that the answer is yes." Megan said curtly to the student that had spoken up. She usually didn't get annoyed that easily but the teacher was talking about a specific area she wanted to know more about and she didn't want him to get sidetracked again, as it was it might be too late. Still she took advantage of the lapse in teaching to write some specifics on her notes for later. Could they look this stuff up on their D-cievers? That'd be very helpful.

[Assistant] Angelo looked over when the teacher said he was next on the list so Angelo went over to hear him explain the protocol for using the garage he said that Angelo wouldn't be allowed to modify an existing duel runner so that begged the question did he only mean the duel runner assigned to him or if he somehow got his duel runner here was he not allowed to modify it? Angelo decided not to ask the question since he didn't want the others to know that he had a duel runner back home yet. Angelo grabbed his cards looking them over thinking that most were useful for his deck type and others he couldn't understand having but Angelo will eventually figure it out. Angelo then went into the changing room to put on his suit and it was a little snug but it fit well, thankfully it was green so it had Angelo's favorite color on it. Once Angelo finished changed he started to put in the speed spells into his deck for when he would use them later on. If he was going to duel standard then he would need to take them out before they started. Angelo then stood by the garage waiting for their instructor to take them to the simulation area

[User] Camryn was near the back of the crowd of students, idly admiring the Duel Runners that were parked nearby. Apparently the first person to get their Speed Spells was also the unluckiest; he had gotten exactly three, and all of them had to do with discarding. Camryn grimaced. If his cards were indicative of what everyone else's would be like, this class was going to be interesting. Upon hearing her name called, her head popped up, and she made her way through the crowd with many a muttered "Excuse me" and "Sorry." She took her Speed Spells gladly, and said to the teacher "Sorry about making fun of your Riding Suit, Mr. Cellrate. I honestly didn't know what it was." After his response to her apology, she left to find her changing booth, and discovered that it was waaaay at the end of the row, tucked into a corner. She went inside, and, thankful that the room wasn't all gross like so many other changing rooms she'd experienced, shut the door and started to change into her riding suit.


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Age: 14

Appearance: The only discerning features about Natus is that he is slightly short for his age and his light blue eye. Most of his skin was covered by form-fitting black cloth that covers most of his skin with not being a hindrance to movement. Poking out from his hood, you can see threads of brown hair, and above his bandana that almost always covers his face from the nose down, you can see a part of his pale white skin.

Bio: Natus is the third son of Cordis Finis. The Finis family is not often spoken of in polite company, and many nasty rumors are abound about their role, often claiming that they are either spies, assassins, or both. However, the official story is that they are advanced scouts and specialize in handling supernatural threats against the nation quietly as to not cause public panic.

Vessel: Natus refers to his vessel as "Mercy". In its dormant form, it takes the shape of rusty key that takes the shape of the last lock that was placed in. In its active form, it becomes a green-tipped dagger.

Abilities:

In its dormant form, his vessel is able to open any mundane lock that is not protected by magic.

In its active form, he is able to change the color of the tip of the blade. He is able to create lines of that color by making contact with an object. He currently has access to three different colors, each with its own effect.

Green: He is able to cause any green line he sees to glow, causing pain to whatever living being it touches. The longer it glows, the most it's fades and causes less and less pain until it completely vanishes. Green marks can only last for at most 1 hour before expiring.

Red: He is able to cause any red line sees to explode, immediately consuming the mark. The actual explosion is not particularly destructive, but generates a loud noise. Red marks can only last at most 1 hour before expiring.

Blue: He is only able to have one blue mark, creating a new one causes the previous one to immediately fade. He is always aware what direction the blue mark is from his own position. Blue marks can only last at most 24 hours before expiring.

Equipment: He carries a small book and a pen

Other: Natus does not eat, sleep or drink when he knows someone can see him.

[User]
"I. Um. I thought you saying it was classified was informing us that we weren't supposed to tell other people rather than it being purely the purview of command. In hindsight that makes sense though. My apologies Captain, I'm still getting used to military jargon"

While it was entirely hidden by her mask it was pretty obvious from her voice she was blushing furiously beneath it.

She wasn't exactly the highest grading student, what with her splitting her time between her official training at the academy and her heading back over to the Institute in her free time to continue her medical training. As a result her understanding of military stuff was a bit spotty. Now that the thought about it, she hadn't exactly been very helpful militarily during this whole expedition. She resolved to do better on that front in future.

"I understand what you mean by being careful. Believe me, as a Doctor
in training
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After a few moments of contemplation she added, rather redundantly as a result of the adult comment.

"Though considering you and the princess are the ones making the decisions and presumably know what is going on, I guess that answers my own grievance"

 In a sense she was trying to make herself feel less patronised by coming to the same conclusion via her own line of reasoning. It didn't work particularly well.

Still somewhat embarrassed about all this she tried to switch the conversation to something else the Captain had said.

"So what caused those colonisation efforts to fail anyway?"

[Assistant]
Leon Brandeau

It was as Althea eventually mentioned; Leon had thought she meant they weren't to tell anyone else, not that the information would not be shared with those that had fought for it either. Truth be told, he could see how that was naive of him to believe. It was something his elder brother had criticized in him and the others in his family often, and it was the reason many in the Brandeau family gravitated to low ranking positions rather than high command. Still, he had yet to forswear his idealism, and this situation had hardly changed that. What had changed was his opinion of the captain. His only question was whether her response could have been any more patronizing, condescending and down right rude. To ask if there was something wrong with them merely for asking, as if they were idiots, was the height of insulting. On top of that, she chose to give them some speech about how they should "let the adults take care of things", as though she had assumed they had every intention of running out the door and avenging Wagnil this instant. It was an offense to the dedication Leon had shown so far; what on earth could he be counted on, if not following orders? It was as if the captain had no idea who he was.

Silently enduring her nonsense, when she finally finished Leon told her, "Nothing further, Captain." Then he left. He was going to go do laps of the village or practise with his vessel or something. They had a mission to prepare for, and the mission was important, but the captain was not.

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Regina finally reached the bathhouse after her book distracted her from heading there immediately. She was on a very good scene about how a princess was about to the prince rather than the other way around. However, after seeing a few others head to the baths Regina finally decided that she should get back to the task she had in mind. Closing the book and adjusting her glasses, Regina approached the old woman and gave her the money, which may or may not be from her own bank account, taking the towel provided and entered the changing room.

She noticed three of the lockers were occupied by belongings of the other members of the class, and Regina briefly considered taking something from them. After all, most of the nobles that she has met, especially noble children, always treated her like garbage even if she was part of the nobility herself. However, her father came into mind and Regina recalled what he said. While she should not get caught, she should also not be the aggressor first, and so Regina instead just focused on changing out of her clothes, putting away her glasses and heading out into the hotspring, with nothing but a towel to cover her petite form. This was of course not her first time in a public bathhouse having gone with her father in one but she did know the looks that she would get from, mostly, males and did not desire this attention should one come in. She found three others already inside after peeking her head outside the entrance to the pool, but due to her near-sighted eyes she could not see who they were exactly combined with not being familiar with any of her classmates. However, she did hear the mention of Leblanc and Szeren, names who she noted were among the list of classmates that she would be working with. Regina thought about going to a different pool, but this was as good of a time as any to mingle. Quietly, she walked over to the pool, dropped her towel, and eased herself into a spot near the edge. Not like she could help being quiet: her father taught her to be stealthy from a young age and that training stuck.

"Ahh, it has been a while since I've been to a place like this!" Regina commented to no one in particular, closing her eyes to relax. She knew there were two classmates here, Szeren and Leblanc, but she only vaguely knew Szeren for having traveled with her with the Princess's escort. However, who was the blonde and green-hair? One of them was Leblanc of course but which one? Regina figured she was about to find out.

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"More often than not it's the monsters, there's too many of them to get rid of. When there are no monsters, there's wild animals or even the weather," the Captain replied to Althea while paying attention to Leon's behavior as he left them. The poor kid couldn't even disguise his displeasure. The best thing to do was give him time, thus Sonata remained silent, turning her attention back to her drinks unless Althea had anything else to ask.

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Orello

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The night would soon pass, bringing a new morning to follow it.

While the Princess conducted her review of Orello's troops, the Cadets would find themselves lined up in front of the Captain, outside of the fort. "Listen up, Cadets!" The Captain said, calling for their attention. "I have already informed you of the mission details so I'll not go over them again. From this time forward you'll be on your own with the Princess and Viola. I'll wait for your return here at Orello. This will be the last mission of some of you before graduating, so make it count, and don't die on me. I don't want to be the one to present your parents with a medal," she said with a less stern voice.

"There they are," the Captain said as soon as Viola and the Princess walked out of Orello, ready to join the Cadets' group. "I wish the best of luck for all of you," she said right after saluting the Princess and leaving back to Fort Orello."I'm sorry it took us so long. You won't believe what that Commander did to sneak his way out of a problem," Viola said as she joined the group once again, now completely armed and ready for their long expedition.

Meanwhile, the Princess remained silent for a few moments, pacing back and forth to take a better look at the Cadets. Once she was satisfied, with her evaluation, she said, "Before anything else, thank you for being here. I know that this may have come as a surprise for some of you but the truth is that, as an Academy mate of all of you, I believe this will be a good chance for all of us to learn more together."

"Please, don't feel intimidated by my social standing or rank. I'm as much of a student as you are. In fact, I propose that as soon as we stop for lunch we decide who will the leader of this expedition by voting," the Princess continued her speech talking in a normal tone, very different from the imposing one she used when she arrived at Orello, "Sonata also told me that you are a very spirited group. She believes that all of you will have a brilliant future after being properly polished and I believe in her assessment. So, how about dropping the formalities and have you call me Ires from now on as well?"

"Either way, how about we get going?" Ires said as she gestured for them to begin their march, keeping up the impression for the Orello guards that observed them from atop the fort's ramparts.

A few hours of marching later and the group would arrive at the destination of the first part of their trip, safe and sound for the time. The location of their resting spot were the old ruins of a village that succumbed a long time ago and was overrun by nature. A location that offered not only ample cover but fresh water and plenty of firewood as well. Certainly, they couldn't find anywhere better in this desolate region, or so Viola thought as she began to unpack and procure some provisions.

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TZI TI'AMTUM

With an excellent meal finished and the night passed in the comfortable beds of the village, it was no wonder that Tzi Ti'amtum woke up incredibly refreshed for the day ahead of him. His blood was pumping in anticipation of a chance of a good tussle with a monster, and the Cap's short speech only served to motivate him even further. A shiny new medal too! This was a serious opportunity for profit that they'd be given, especially with the Princess tagging along too!

With the Captain leaving them to their own devices, however, said member of royalty immediately took the reins in giving them another quick speech, one that Tzi focused on 100%, his arms crossed in front of his shirtless torso as he took in her words with the utmost of seriousness. She was definitely not what he'd expected from the biggest of bigwigs. He'd always thought they'd be more scary and intimidating, but the girl in front of them didn't seem like that anymore. Not when she wasn't using that hoity talk from earlier.

So that meant he probably wouldn't get smited bad if he took her up on her offer then!

"Fine by me, Ires," said Tzi with a grin, holding a thumbs-up of approval in the Princess' direction. If she said it was okay for them to be on first-name basis with one another, then he'd listen to what Her Imperial Highness wanted.

Besides, less worry of stumbling over formalities or whatever. It got a tad hard for him to wrap his head around sometimes.

And so their march began, one that the tall young man definitely enjoyed. It wasn't like he had just gotten off the islands or anything, but the sheer diversity of environments on the mainland were so exciting to see. Joining up with the Military Academy was definitely the right choice if he could see all this stuff. You couldn't get this much fun just by hanging around the docks and fighting folks, even if that was pretty entertaining too.

"Hey," he said as they finally stopped at their destination, crouching down next to where Viola was unpacking. "Need any help with that? And -"

This time, his question was directed towards the rest of the group.

"- think we should split up and grab water and wood first, or do that voting thing?"

[Assistant]
Leblanc Farris
 [[ Location : Orello Village - Hot Springs]]

She hadn't expected a third person to join them in the bath so soon, but it was no concern. As they were shrouded in shadows, literally, the snake could presume she was one inclined towards things of a dubious nature enough to be comfortable concealing herself even among comrades.

Ignoring the words spoken, she sunk into the water up to her nose and began to drift towards Esther, a nefarious gleam of ill intent welling in her eyes until they too disappeared beneath the water and steam, unseen till her hands grabbed Esther's feet and pulled her under as well.

Hijinks ensued.

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"A team leader? That's an...unenviable position. It would have to be someone who can stand to bark orders in the middle of combat and survive being the highest priority target of an intelligent enemy." Leblanc mused aloud, hand raised to her chin as she contemplated the present topic. "That would disqualify most of the woman barring the Princess. Lean is too shirtless to be drawing bullets and Natsu...just no."

"I'd vote for Gradon as Team Leader. No offense to the Princess, but he has a natural aptitude for surviving abuse that would make him a far better target then Ires. "

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Natus stood a bit distant from the rest of the group, not out of a desire to hide from the group, but to be in a better position should the group be attacked. Few things surprised him, however Leblanc saying something so well-reasoned did. Perhaps she was more than just a typically sadist, or maybe she was simply an intelligent sadist.

He decided to opt out of voting and simply leave the decision to the others, unless they would endanger the group with their choice. He was must more familiar with a fixed, established hierarchy than voting for a leader. As much as there was a tactical aspect to choosing a leader, there was a social aspect.

Finis learned to copy and mimic the social behavior of others, however he much preferred to simply stay unseen. It made his line of work much easier.


[System]
Alias: Wonder Claw
Gender: male
Age: 15
Parents: Sul El and Milia El
Powers and abilities:
Kryptonian shape-shifting: Van has the ability transform into the fauna of Krypton and gain their species' characteristics. As he grows and masters his powers, Van will be able to utilize more transformations. All of his forms have slightly greater strength and durability then earthly animals. So far this is the list of Kryptonian beasts that Van can shapeshift into.
TETRA-HEADED tiger
BALLOON CREATURE
H'Raka
Flamebird
Nightwing
Tyrano-shark
Metal-Eating Mole

In terms of skills Van is skilled in kryptonian martial arts and he has a great amount of knowledge of kryptonian society.
Personality: Like with most Kryptonians Van is very stoic or at least tries to maintain his stoicism when he feels that he has to represent his culture. In truth Van sometimes prefers to have a more laid back and human like qualities. Even when he lived on Krypton as a little child Van never always felt as in tune with his native culture and had a tendency to rebel and show more emotion than normal.

As a hero Van is very dedicated to truth, justice and the American way. He will try to do what's right and be an inspiration for others, but his emotions can sometimes get the better of him. Despite his more human like behavior, Van still has some traditional values and is not a wild one. He values order and believes in more civil ways of solving problems, but he won't back down from a fight when the need arises.

Being a mutant made him somewhat of an outcast on Krypton and he sometimes is reluctant to show his powers off needlessly, but he doesn't like to back away from a challenge when it comes his way. Since Van is a member of the house of El he has a high appreciation of his cousin Kal El otherwise known as Superman, and he tries to model his hero work after the Man of Tomorrow. His parents death and the destruction of his home world also had a bad effect on him and Van sometimes suffers from bouts of depression.

Bio: Van El was born on Krypton ten years before it would explode and see the entire kryptonian civilization destroyed. His parents were Sul El and Milia El of the house of El. They were scientists studying the flora and fauna of the planet in the hopes of finding a way to grant individuals the power to shapeshift into animals and plants. Their studies led them to believe that injecting mutated genes into a Kryptonian would created the desired effect.

The tests proved that it would be deadly and too dangerous for kryptonian subjects. after several failures Van's parents became ridiculed by the science counsel of Krypton and their research was no longer supported by the counsel. That seemed to be the end of their project, but one day Van became gravely ill with the green plague that had begun to ravaged the planet. Van was on the verge of death when his parents in a last bit of desperation decided to inject him with the mutated genes to try and counter the disease.

Call it a miracle or incredible luck, but Van's body excepted the genes and his sickness was cured. He did however forever change and he became a mutant. With the power of shape-shifting, Van was able to do things no Kryptonian had seen before and his parents had him go through several tests to see his capabilities. He wasn't very happy being a test subject, but Van didn't complain, he felt that he owed it to his parents for saving his life.

After a few years, Jor El came to Sul El and Milia to warn them about Krypton's eminent doom. They were one of the few people who actually believed, but they only had enough time to build a ship big enough for one passenger. They decided that Van would be the one to escape the planet's destruction and when the fateful day arrived, he was sent off of the dying planet after his parents gave him their tearful goodbyes.

Sul El and Milia had already saved their son's life once from a deadly disease, they would not let that miracle go to waste and let their son die in Krypton's destruction. Van was deeply pained by the loss of his parents and home. When the ship left the planet's atmosphere Van was placed in stasis and the ship's auto-navigation system malfunctioned and it drifted in deep space for years.

Eventually Van's ship came into earth's solar system and the navigation system kicked back in when the sensors picked up on alien activity on earth. Van was brought out of stasis when his ship entered earth's atmosphere and he watched as his ship crashed into the beautiful planet. Van found himself in a strange world and alone. His thoughts were about the death of his parents and his whole world. In his sorrow Van wandered aimlessly through the woods where his ship had landed and occasionally would transform into Kryptonian animals to strengthen his isolation.

Eventually he found himself on the outskirts of Metropolis and it wasn't too long until he saw Superman. Unlike most who saw the Man of Steel, the first thing that caught Van's eyes were his Kryptonian style clothing and the symbol of the house of El. His hopes rose high and he excitedly met Superman and explained to him who he was. The Man of Steel understood and although Van could tell that the hero was wasn't entirely convinced, Superman decided to believe his story and took him to live with the Kents for a bit.

After that he learned enough about earth culture to get adopted by a nice couple and Van's tried to have a normal life. It wouldn't go that way and eventually Superman had to explain to his adopted parents about his alien identity and his cousin thought that it would be best for Van to attend the Academy of Heroes. With his things packed Van was now ready to attend the school of beings with extraordinary powers.

Appearance:
His costume is a red suit and has the S-shield of the house of El.

Name: Rev Em
Alias: Steel Crane
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Parents: two Daxamites
Powers and abilities:
Superhuman strength: Rev can lift up to fifty tons.
Superhuman speed: His top speed is mach 1.3
Superhuman agility: Rev is incredibly agile and is insanely dexterous.
Super Jump: He can jump up to a max of five hundred feet in the air.
Heat Vision: Rev can fire off a blast of heat from his eyes.
Bordan Rao: Rev is a skilled practitioner of the Daxamite martial art of Bordan Rao. Bordan Rao is similar to the earth martial arts of Karate and Kung Fu. The martial art focuses heavily on quick strikes and bodily and mental control. The physical demands of the fighting style makes it very difficult to master and learn. Each technique is modeled off of Daxamite mythology and their names are based on mythical figures.
Weakness: like all Daxamites, lead is highly toxic Rev and will slowly drain him of his powers.
Personality: Rev is preppy and very energetic just like many kids his age, but he is also extremely determined and tenacious. Unlike most Daxamites, Rev does not fear the unknown and loves a good challenge to test his strength. He is very passionate and devoted to getting better and being the best hero that he can be.

He always tries to improve himself and he fights not to defeat others, but himself. Rev is a good person, but he can be very stubborn and rush into things too quickly. Also he can be very emotional and that can get in his way and cause him to lose a fight. Being an alien from another world doesn't really get to him and he fits in rather well with other humans. For him the challenge of self improvement is what's most difficult for him.

Also Rev has a lot of trouble taking failure and will get depressed and very sad when he fails or feels like he let his friends and comrades down.
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Tsura heard Phoebe say that Kalinda was an empath and in her lessons taught by her father she recalled the description of empathy and it's effects on the wielder and made the decision which she'd not wished to be forced to choose.

Then I have no other choice but to go inside and cauterize the bleeders; it will not be a cure but should increase her survival time until we can get her to medical help she said to Phoebe with all the emotional detachment of an android.

She knows that her emotions can and likely will be picked up by Kalinda so she used mathematical equations as a meditative focus because of their ability to drown emotional content. She would need to be as logical as she could when she entered the injured girl's body and searched for the damaged areas that were flooding her lungs with fluid.

As a photonic form my body size is variable as well as intangible so I will be her best chance at this juncture for survival. She can be moved at this time as long as it is done with caution; do you have any objections? she asked both Phoebe and Kalinda and paused for a moment for them to answer

[Assistant]
Cole blinked the mask slipping for a second as his mouth twitched. "Of course mr.Wayne." he straightened his sleeves and looked at Bruce...almost as if he was looking through him. His voice was chilly. "It may be coincidental...but I never lie. So when I say kidnapping is beneath me...I mean that" he then tilted his head. "You may know about my parantege but you know nothing of it. If my father and grandfather have any influence I will not be" his words were eerily calm. The calmness of someone who has been through hell....literally. He then bowed an elegant form that seemed extremly outdated. "I shall go register sir." briefly for a second his true face peered out. A face that rivialed his father's in horrifying. He then turned and left pausing at the door. "Sometimes those whom are pushed one way push back" he then left the office his figurative mask back in place as he made his way back to the front office. His hands in his pant pockets.

What he said could be taken as a warning....but reality it was more a glimpse into his past. Thinking about his parentage makes one wonder if he truly was his father's son or if he was his grandfathers grandson.

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Jasper had no idea what to do. It had all happened so fast. He made his was over to the injured Kalianda and moved his mask. "I hope someone can heal because all I could do is burn the wound shut." he looked at those gather around her then moved to give her space. He heard the alarms and tried not to freak out.

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Hachi snarled as he saw Penelope enter the plane. He slowly stood and shut his eyes. He was getting mad. As he did the temperature steadily started dropping and he exhaled releasing a sort of fog. He then tried to capture the kidnapper in a blob of water. This much use of his abilities slowly started giving him a headache...a small trail of blood dripping from his nose.

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Soon the school disappeared as Temporal Dysplasia took over and she fell back into history before the school existed here and had to giggle as she saw the former use for the land was as a stable. She used to worry about times when she became unstuck in time and still did but she had also learned to deal with it as an interesting trip. How many people had ever seen the things she was seeing and had seen.

Then she tried as she always did to walk away from the contact location; then as always the world went from perfect to a gray shaded world and eventually a world without color or light. It was a strange place if you could call it that; a place. Maybe this was the place called limbo, she wasn't sure but it was strangely compelling and when she had time she enjoyed coming here. It was a place of pure neutrality where everything lost form and function; where only she existed because she choose to exist.

To anyone outside of her Mind Ellie would appear to be just standing there in a trance so profound that even touching her wouldn't gain a reaction from her.

[Assistant]
Kassy had been quiet for the most part. She felt like she had no skill in battle, and just being up in the air was enough of a strange thing for her. But as soon as she saw someone injured, something clicked in her. "Ah, I can - I can help!" She stood, wobbling and trying not to think about how far down the ocean must be. Then she went to the injured Kalinda's side, offering up her water jug to Jasper. "Heat this!"

"Miss Kalinda... I'm going to ease your pain a bit, okay? It's not going to heal anything, but I need you to be calm now. Be calm." Her speech took on a soft, soothing tone, and the command was whispered into the girl's mind. Calm, be calm, you're okay. There's no pain right now. Then she whipped off the tie around her hair, quickly using it to press against the wound. There was a benefit to growing up in a culture that didn't have guns. Kassy knew how to deal with cuts and slices, and knew that removing the knife would be fatal. Gently, she stroked Kalinda's forehead. "Just breathe. You'll be alright." To anyone listening, she said an order. "I'm going to need clean cloth, someone find that, please."

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Kijani heard Connor's words, and figured it was too late to test her plane. It would just have to work. "I'm on it, Connor." She exhaled and paper started fluttering out of her pack. More and more, layer after layer until she had a paper plane the size of a small raft. "...If I fall, donate my body to science." And she shoved the plane out, balanced on top of it like a surfer. "Oh god, oh god-" She dropped, her stomach rising to her throat. "Not today, dammit!" With a burst of power, she started to level out the plane, and then bring it up to where she needed to rescue people. "Alright! One at a time, and quick, let's go, people!"

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Jin, seeing people in motion, decided she had to do something. "Hey, bitch!" She rose up, letting go of the rein she kept on her power. Immediately her irises flared silver, and she aimed a force-laden punch right at Penelope's face. While she didn't know any of the kidnapped students, they could easily become her friends. Besides, one of them could have been her sister - though if that was the case, she would have killed this woman for the insult.

[User]
Rev's superhuman hearing picked up on the engines of a plane in the distance and this made him prepare himself for the coming battle. His excitement rose and he unbuckled himself from his seat.

"Some crazy stuff is about to happen guys" he said to his team. And then things go hectic. He heard what sounded like a grapple gun shoot into the jet and the owner of the weapon entered through the panel that Conner had left in his Iron Man suit. It was the crazy villain Penelope and the one responsible for the kidnapping.

[ACTIVATE BATTLE MUSIC]

Rev got into his martial arts stance and moved quickly towards Penelope. He leaped into the air and performed a jump spinning kick aimed at Penelope's shoulder.


[System]
// loading personnel records //

//  Organisation Selected: Collective Federation Military //

// SELECTED: EX-EMPLOYEE 375 || Terry J. Campbell //
Age: 32
Alias: Mars
Status: Dishonorably Discharged. Wanted Criminal.
Background: Terry J. Campbell was born ██ ██ 2444, at ███████ Hospital. His parents █████ and ███████ ████ offered the boy up for experimentation and grooming at the ████ ██████ Military Experimentation Labs. The boy was given the identity of Terry J. Campbell.
// SPECIFICS REGARDING OPERATIONS AT ████ ██████ M.E.L. REQUIRES A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
At the age EIGHTEEN, Terry J. Campbell was put in the field. Proving his worth in helping keep order on the streets. He would have been a great soldier if it were not for the ████ incident.
// DETAILS PERTAINING TO THE ████ INCIDENT REQUIRE A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE //
After the aforementioned incident, Terry was recalled to the lab for adjustments. After being recalibrated and tuned up, he was sent on a secret assignment.
// FOR MORE INFORMATION, REFER TO TEST #5 FOR PROJECT ██████ //
After being betrayed, and hunted by project ██████, Terry J. Campbell defected to the Terrorist Organisation known as 'Olympus.' He has taken up the mantel of 'MARS.'
Affiliation: 'OLYMPUS'
// CURRENT INFORMATION REGARDING 'OLYMPUS' IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE //
Capabilities: Often called the 'One Man Army' Terry J. Campbell is very skilled in several styles of combat. Favouring close to mid range combat, Terry is an adept hand to hand fighter, and proficient with knives and hatchets. His skill extends to throwing the melee weapons as well.
As for weapons of choice, he typically utilises a pair of revolvers. One chambering HEIAP bullets, the other white phosphorus bullets. Though will use whatever shotguns and assault rifles he can get on the black market.
Terry J. Campbell was a Praetor, and as such has all the Cybernetics and Armour that comes with that.
// YOU DO NOT HAVE SECURITY CLEARANCE TO SEE PRAETOR SPECIFICATIONS //
Directive: Terry J. Campbell is too dangerous to be taken alive. Shoot to Kill.

[User]
Loading.....Bacchus Log#001

Bacchus kong vaulted over a metal pipe smiling underneath his mask as the CF police chased after him. Doing a short walk run off a billboard Bacchus was able to get onto another building as he pulled out his rifle. His mission was to lead the police a bit aways from a surplus store so Olympus could gather some supplies they were running low on things to repair prosthetics and to make weapons. Bacchus's rifle wasn't too special just a plain assault rifle with a design of a grape vine on the sides . Firing off a couple of rounds at the Police Bacchus then turned and began to run across the rooftops with the Police in pursuit.

[Assistant] "Time to do a little shopping..." Apollo chuckled to himself as he pulled the cargo truck into the loading area behind the surplus store. No gate. No guards posted. And now, thanks to Bacchus, no police within mile of the place. Everything was going so smoothly he wouldn't have been surprised if somebody left the back door wide open. He pulled the truck up to the loading dock. He could have used the scope focus on his visual sensor the determine to a centimeter the distance of the back of the truck from the dock, but he was proud of his driving techique to a fault. He prefered to use his standard visual setting if he had to be suited up. And if there was one thing he'd learned in Olympus, it was that you better be suited up when in the field. He parked at a good centimeter away and radioed the squad still in the back with a playful, musical tone to his voice. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here! Everybody's got their shopping list?"

[User]
Mars was sitting in the back of the truck. He checked the cylinders on both of his revolvers, double-checking they were clean and loaded. It was supposed to be clear, but he never went in without loaded guns.
Mars holstered tHE revolvers, before tapping the side of his head. Activating his Holo-Lens. Bringing up a list of computer components and other whosits and whatsits. Mars had a bad feeling about this. It was a simple endeavour, Bacchus leads the police away, and the rest of them break in and rob the place for everything it's worth. This plan, of course, failed to account for local security and alarms/traps. Moving to the next screen on his Holo-Lens, he looked over the available schematics for the building. Trying to plan his route. That was when he felt the truck come to a stop. "We're here." He muttered to himself before the announcement came through.
Being closest to the door, he stood up and rolled up the door. Tapping his Holo-Lens again to open the Comm channel. "We are good to go. I'll meet you all inside." He said stepping out of the back of the truck. Drawing the revolver loaded with Willie Ps, he moved off to the side. He was gonna find another way in. He didn't trust the back door being left unguarded.

[Assistant] Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. "Relax, Mars. All clear."

[User]
Loading.....Bacchus Log#002

Once Bacchus had lost the police he ducked behind a air conditioner unit and smiled as he heard everyone on the comms. His eyes began to glow as he saw a holographic keyboard and screen come into his vision beginning to tap on the keys he backed into the stores databank and disabled the alarm and the few hidden cameras the store had. Bringing his finger up to this temple he nodded " can confirm the store is safe to enter cameras are down and alarm is disabled. " he said then got up and began to take a different way to the store.

[Assistant] Diana smiles. "Exactly what I said. Thank you, Bacchus." She observes from her perch, then jumps down from the building, and lands in a crouch. She creeps into the building, her bird glittering back to her.

[User]
"I'll believe it when I see it." Technology could be fooled. Something about this whole thing felt wrong. He stopped. That was when he had a feeling. One of his implants. A pattern enhancer. It analysed everything that was going on and drew connections to give Mar's a heightened intuition. A trait that all Praetors possessed. It made them particularly good law enforcement officers. Made them hard to fool. "Bacchus, where are the Police that you were supposed to be leading away?" He moved to open a door but paused. His hand hovering over the door handle. "Something is very wrong. This is all too easy. When was the last time there was a store with everything we just happen to need, as well as it is unguarded?"
He slowly opened the door and leapt to the side to avoid a shotgun blast targeted right where he was standing. He looked to see where it had come from, but couldn't see anything. He felt he knew where it came from, but there was nothing there. Firing his revolver where the shot should have come from, he saw something strange. The White Phosphorus round smacked right into something, or someone. The glowing white substance spread out over a cloaked figure. The figure shimmering back into view as they screamed as the round burnt through their armour and flesh. "Active Camo." Mars trapped his temple, triggering his Holo-Lens to cycle through various view types. "Trying to find a view that will detect them." Tapping his temple again, he opened a private channel Diana. "Next time you want me to relax, run a full spectrum scan. If you don't want to ride in the truck, the least you can do is make sure I don't walk straight into a shotgun blast."


[System]
Priscilla
Nickname: Cil
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers:
Very, very, very lucky. Very.
Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user.
Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself.
Species: Human. 100%.
Crush: None.
Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
Personality:
A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people.
History:
Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right?

It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her.

When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home.
Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.

[User]
Priscilla felt an itch at the tips of her fingers and the top of her head as the man drew closer, and tweaked her lips to the side. She could smell the residual magicks on him like spice on a hunk of meat. It was an aroma like a mix of fresh soil, mint leaves and summer rain, not unpleasant and definitely not something she had smelled too recently from the others. The smell of druidic or natural origins for magic. She could only smile as recalled her fond memories of sitting and eating with her Orcish shaman friend and her brief summer romance with a dryad. They smelled this way too. It calmed her. But now was not the time for reminiscing, she reminded herself as she shook herself out of her momentary trance.

She offered another smile to the man from within the forest and removed her gauntlet, raising her hand to show the tattoo denoting that she was a Slayer. "I've come on personal business, been tracking a particularly muddy and disgusting swamp dragon. The hunt lead me to this island, over land and sea. You seen anything, brother of the wilds?" She walked over to him and donned her gauntlet once more before she offered the hand in greeting.

[Assistant] Jacque's brow raised slightly as he stared at the insignia on Priscilla's hand. He knew of the Slayers, having even worked with one once to help stop a necromancer that had attempted to achieve lichdom. Jacque fondly recalled the argument that the Slayer had started with the Paladin of the past group when the battle was over, as the paladin wanted to take the necromancer before his church to face judgement, while the slayer simply wanted to part the necromancer's head from his shoulders. He pushed the memory away in favor of thinking about Priscilla's question, "A swamp dragon, eh?". Jacque absentmindedly reached up and tugged on one of the braids in his hair, a habit he'd developed that he only did when in deep thought. The fauna of the forest had indeed been acting strange lately, Jacque recalled that in the last three weeks alone he'd spotted several ospreys, otters, mangrove monitors and even a crab or two moving through the forest. At the time he'd just chalked it up as a novel, yet not quite worrisome occurrence, after all, water sources like swamps dried up all the time, and perhaps what spurred their travel was a drought. Now that Jacque thought about it however, he'd recalled that they didn't move with the purposeful yet discreet movements of an animal in an unfamiliar land in search of a home. The creatures that had entered the forest were frantic; they had been moving as if they were being pursued, always checking their surroundings with rapid, jerky head movements, as if they expected at any second to be pounced upon and devoured and compensated by trying to se everywhere at once. Jacque released the braid and cleared his throat, "Now that I think about it, the wild life here have been acting strange. I've been seeing a lot of creatures around here that I used to only see in a mangrove swamp to the south of the island. They weren't moving like they were migrating, it seemed like they were fleeing for their lives.".

[User]
Arin looked around while walking and noticed a heavily wooded area which he deemed a forest, but hadn't gone in just yet. He was hoping to make a few friends here and there as he walked away from the forest and over to where he hoped he'd find a nice group of people.

Ace shifted to his dog form while happily following. "I thought we were exploring." He said, wagging his tail.

Arin looked over his shoulder at Ace. "We are, I just wanted to make a few more friends while we're at it." He said.

Ace nodded before saying, "Okay."

Price was still was trying find someone new to bond with while making sure the person he met would not be a human. It wasn't that he didn't like humans, he just couldn't be around them for reasons unknown to anyone but him and any friends he made in the past.

[Assistant] James couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds like him. He tends to not let any other animals on his territory that he claims." He looked at Priscilla. "I can lead you to him. I know his scent," he said, sprouting his draconic wings.

[User] "I could help in the battle if you want my help, after all cleansing the world of evil is a personal goal of mine."

[Assistant]
Priscilla's eyes lit up with elated glee at the mention that her quarry might be nearby. She clapped, creating a crude noise of steel colliding with steel as she celebrated. "Oh thank the waves! Finally, after all this searching, I can bring that beast its just deserts." She looked to and fro along the coastline and then turned to look over the tree-line, a look of slight confusion on her face as she stopped and turned back to the local-living man. She huffed an annoyed breath and chuckled. "Though I AM intrigued enough to ask, what else is there for this island to offer? I'm not going to just slay and leave with a dragon's head in tow. There has to be some sort of hidden wonders or secret valuables to be had."

She toyed with her nose-ring as she considered the offer of help. She WAS all alone on this island, with no company to assist her. But then again its not like slaying mythical beasts was new to her. 'In the end though, numbers are better in any situation, so it can't hurt.' She chewed at her lip as she thought, looking over the two as if surveying architecture or a sculpture. She held her arm up and showed two fingers to the eager pair of dragon-kin. "I've got two conditions. One is you leave the beast entirely to me, and if I am in need of assistance, then you may help. This is a much more personal affair than just regular slaying business, and that means I get the final blow. The second, we make our way on foot. We don't want to alert it to our presence from the air, no matter how dense the tree-cover. That and I've no taste to be flying about. I've come too far and worked too hard to have the prize handed to me on a silver platter now."

[User] James nodded, then turned into one of the Cave Dragons, which burrow underground. "How about I dig us a tunnel that leads close enough that we can get there on foot? Because from what I can tell this island is massive."

[Assistant] Growing bored Amos retreated back into the forest from whence he came. He was slightly weakened and needed the comfort of the darkness to refuel him. He would go back to his temple and search its contents for anything unusual. As he got closer to the temple itself, he failed to realize before that it was close to an old swamp full of mangroves. It looked unnaturally void of life and dark as if the sun avoided the area. A perfect place to retry a power he once had when he was uncorrupted. His shadowy hand touched an old mangrove tree and as he poured some of his essence into it, creaking and groaning could be heard. The tree became darker in color and started to ooze a black substance from its cracks. He had given the tree life, in a corrupted form which many would call a dark ent. However, he was no where near strong enough to control it now, and it lashed out at him. His form dissolved in the air and he retreated back into the confines of the temple to recuperate. He looked back at his creation, it was moving slightly learning its new powers and he could not help but be pleased with the result. It would now be an obstacle for anyone daring to get close to the swamp or the temple.

[User] Slowly and firmly she sighed, and brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. She felt a sudden stabbing pain behind one of her eyes, and the smell of brimstone, grave dirt and rotting plant filled her nostrils. Her fingertips tingled once more and she could taste swamp air in the back of her throat, making her grimace in disgust. She waved a hand casually at the dragon-kin speaking to her, "A tunnel is fine, just don't bring us up beneath the thing. Bring us up just outside the swamp itself. I'll take it from there." Her tongue felt like sand as she spoke, drying out and becoming rough. All of these signs at once meant something, a sort of sixth sense for magicks like when Jacque appeared from the brush. She dismissed it and resolved to stay on her guard as they continued.

[Assistant] James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.

[User] Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.

[Assistant] The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.