[System]
HAIR COLOR: N/A
EYE COLOR: N/A
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: No physical form, bad puns.
SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS: N/A

WHO ARE THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? WHAT SORT OF PEOPLE DO THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
Nyte has no family, but enjoys having many friends with people of all kinds. She prefers surrounding herself with kind and loving people, and those who enjoy the beauty of the world just as much as she does.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Nyte formed in the lands of Patriam, a colossal desert littered with iron pillars that originate deep below the surface. She considers no one place home, exploring and discovering new things with every passing day. New landscapes, new people, new knowledge. At the moment, though, she's staying in an unnamed forest outside of Occurro, a city of walking buildings and swirling rivers.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
Nyte spends time away from her metals to avoid people and escape into nature. Anywhere with a beautiful view, even of the sky, will help her calm and relax.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Nyte's biggest fear is attachment in all forms, whether literal or to locations and people emotionally. She has told and will tell nobody, unless she has already given in.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Nyte has many secrets.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
A good joke, a bad joke, a funny face, impersonations, animals, trees, her own imagination, et cetera...

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
Nothing is permanent in Nyte's world, and she has little difficulty parting with most things in her life. Trusted friends are extremely hard for her to part with, however.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
What feet? Do you mean these iron boots? They are quite shiny.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Though not needing food herself, Nyte has worked in many kitchens during her earlier life, and the smell of warm dumplings and soup often comes to her mind first. It always reminds her of the children who ate it.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
Her first time outside of Patriam, when Nyte discovered the color green. The green in the sky, the green in the trees, the green beneath her feet and the green all around her. It remains to this day her favorite color.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
To learn everything that she can, to explore every nook and cranny in the world so that when she has finally succeeded, she may turn around and go back again to see all that has changed.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
Nyte's current set of armor is old and rusted, making it difficult to properly maneuver and looking less and less presentable as time goes on. Spending most of her time in misty forests probably isn't helping. She'd like a new set, or at least a nice shiny pair of gauntlets so she can open doors and hug people!

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Deep in the fog, sat against a tree, a vagrant knight holds her armored palm out to catch a falling violet leaf. She stares at it beneath her helmet, completely still for what could have been hours, before a gentle breeze blows the leaf away. She looks around herself and notices beams of shimmering golden light shining down through the trees, clear in the dense fog.

Shaking her helm, the knight slowly stood, taking her time with her rusted armor and gently emptying out her boots of the water that had collected inside. With renewed vigor, the knight began to gently stride through the dense forest, taking in the sights and the rare sounds with interest and appreciation.

She had been in this same forest for days now, originally on a trek to the town of Occurro. The forest had calmed her greatly, but each day brought new light to the very same sights, and the utter silence had always been a soothing and reassuring-

Nyte straightened and went stiff at the sound of a voice piercing through the calm atmosphere, turning to face the source and tilting her head. "Lost, are they…?" She muttered to herself before carefully waltzing through the forest, only tripping twice on the way to the voice. She had drawn her sword, an ancient and barely used thing, using it as a walking stick to keep herself from falling apart.

After careful, hesitant deliberation on what exactly she should call out in response, Nyte nodded, steeling herself before finally calling out, "Who goes there?!"

[Assistant]
Sunny kept on walking for awhile, traipsing through brush and over snaking roots, waving away the fog ahead of her in rolling billows of white. It was like walking through the middle of a cloud. She kept a tight hold on Laphi's hand, and she cast an occasional bright grin at him, encouraging him to keep moving though he was sleepy and there wasn't much to be seen. For all she knew, they were walking in circles.

She'd just drawn in a deep breath to shout once again when an unfamiliar voice called back out of the woods.

A wide smile broke on Sunny's face. She knew they'd be found! "We're Sunny and Laphi!" she yelled in the general direction of the voice she'd heard -- it seemed to have come from everywhere at once. "We're vagrants! We just arrived! Hello!"

She scanned the fog and blinked, wide-eyed, when she thought she saw a shadow moving between the trees -- it was huge! "Hi there you are, over here!" She waved a hand over her head and charged forward, eager to meet this person who would surely know where they were and how to get to where they were going.

The rising sun, meanwhile, was slowly breaking through the fog to warm the ground. One such shard of light reflected dully on a rusted helmet, the bent-postured armor, the sword pressed into the ground. Sunny ran through the fog and suddenly stopped, faced with the broad shoulders of a decaying knight among the sweet flowers and hanging branches.

Sunny gawped at the armored presence. She cast a glance at Laphi, and she spoke in a hushed voice: "This might be a guardian of the forest," she told him. "We probably have to answer a riddle or pass a test before we can pass."

She cleared her throat and spoke articulately to the knight. "O reverent guardian! We are strangers to your forest, and request passage to the next town!" She gave a wink to Laphi -- she would absolutely show him the proper way to deal with forest guardians. They were suckers for big words and proper grammar, at least as far as storybooks had taught her. "Issue us your task, we humbly beseech you!"

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Nyte had been wearily approaching the voice when a response rang through the silent forest. Nyte tilted her head at the unfamiliar names, but if they were vagrants like herself, they shouldn't be hostile. Nodding to herself, Nyte stuck her sword in the ground, ready to approach.

She didn't manage to move an inch before one of the vagrants charged into view, prompting the rusted old knight to turn and face her.

One of her armored hands reached out to carefully pluck a fallen leaf from the air, and she tried in vain to hear what the two were whispering to one another. The short, pale one seemed awfully tired, and Nyte resisted her coddling instincts to attempt to decipher the vagrant's meaning.

"My... task?" She uttered, voice metallic but clear, "I don't have..."

Suddenly, Nyte cleared her throat awkwardly. "Why, yes, uh, vagrant wanderer, your task is simple! My armor, it is old and rusted! Perhaps... you can... uh... take me with you, and... find me a new set!"

She nodded and cleared her throat again, satisfied with her impression but immediately feeling bad.

"But, uh, vagrant wanderer, do not feel, uh, forced! I am perfectly happy exploring on my own."

[Assistant]
Laphicet kept a somewhat loose grip on Sunny's hand as he followed/was dragged around by said girl. Despite the smiles and grins Sunny gave him, they only barely kept him going, as he felt far too sluggish to really pay attention to where he was going. Who knew that going on an adventure would already be so taxing?

The child had given the other a dull look as she sucked in a breath once again, but before she could shout into the ambient fog once again, another voice called out, alerting Laphicet that they weren't alone.
"S-Sunny and Laphi..." He echoed before tilting his head in attempts to see through the fog, only to let out a squeak at the sight of an intimidating shadow moving among the fog.

As Sunny began bolting for the large shadow and possibly larger figure, Laphicet reluctantly followed, pulling on her arm softy in attempts to slow her down. As they got closer, the sun's rays granted the sight of a rusted over knight bent over with their sword pressed into the dirt.

He wanted to ask if there was someone in there, but was too scared of the possibility that the knight might jump up and attack them or something. Hearing Sunny's conclusion that this might be the guardian of the forest intimidated the boy even further. Guardian of the forest huh? That had to mean that they were super important right? Laphicet took no chances and hid behind Sunny, his eyes never leaving the rusted over knight. Not to mention, solving a riddle was apart of his job, but taking a test?
"I've...never taken a test before." He mumbled while stifling a yawn before staring back at the knight.

He then watched in awe as the dark haired girl began speaking in almost a different language. And when the knight responded, Laphicet gave a scared glance towards them, as if their were a monster right in front of him. He remained quiet, as if to keep attention away from him.

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"A new set of armor?" Sunny's eyes widened, and she quickly scanned the forest; as the morning sun rose and warmed the woods, the fog was just starting to thin and dissipate, exposing the twisting trunks and dangling bright leaves, a depth of forest filled with odd fruits and spiky, neon-green vines. There didn't seem to be much hope of finding a shiny new set of armor simply lying around.

In her search, Sunny's eyes landed on Laphi, who seemed to be frightened of the great forest-guardian that stood in their path -- he was all but cowering beside her, smaller than he had been a few moments ago. A slow grin grew on her face as an idea dawned.

"We accept!" she announced, and gave the forest-guardian a deep bow. "But we won't be walking in circles for days searching." Especially with the slow way this iron guardian seemed to be moving, Sunny suspected that the entire point of the challenge was to delay them for an eternity. But they had a secret weapon.

Sunny flashed a cunning smirk and rubbed a hand in Laphi's hair. "So how 'bout it? Think you can point us to where we can find a shiny new set of armor?"

[Assistant]
So the monster..."forest guardian", wanted armor? Laphicet furrowed his brows, clearly not amused. They were stuttering just as much as he does on a normal basis...this can't be real and Laphicet didn't need a reading to know that.

His eyes remained on the iron-clad monster, just waiting for Sunny to blow this person off and get on to the next location, only for said girl to accept the pointless offer.
"Wh-What?" He blinked in confusion. "Y-You want us to help th-the m-monster?" He questioned in a much quieter tone. Laphicet was NOT in the mood to help out such a scary person. And with a reading, where he was left most vulnerable?

The tired boy gave Sunny the most worried glance he could possibly muster up...but the way she stroked his head was rather comforting and persuasive. Ears flattened lazily in defeat.
"I could...b-but only because you asked me too." He kept his voice low, hoping that the knight couldn't hear what he was saying, as he sat down on his knees and pulled out his tarot cards.

Since he was only seeking guidance in terms of an open question, Laphicet set three cards in front of him in a horizontal row. Letting out a deep sigh, the child reached forward and flipped over the first card, his eyes dilating and his body moving in a trance like state.

Reversed Wheel of Fortune.

The High Priestess

And finally, Strength.

"For those who seek protection against all forces, the path going northwest provides the fastest route." It was one short and sweet sentence, but it only made Laphi more tired than he already was. Instead of getting up after the reading, the boy remained seat, rubbing his eyes slowly.

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Nyte tilted her head in a way that could be perceived as a slow but thankful nod, her rusted armor grating loudly in the otherwise silent forest. As the fog slowly faded and the light of the dawn had risen, Nyte's features became more visible. Flowers and thin vines twirled around her chestplate, and a small, violet flower rested daintily on her left pauldron. She looked slowly to the smaller, pale vagrant and struggled to keep her ever-present gaze focused anywhere but his ears.

"Could you do that for me, child?" She asked in an almost motherly tone despite her somewhat dissonant voice, tilting her head gently to the side in an attempt to look slightly less intimidating in her towering suit of armor.

When the child sat, Nyte unconsciously took a single, slow step backwards, looking down in curiosity. The child went into a trance-like state, and Nyte stayed eerily quiet, suddenly still and silent like a statue.

"A fortune-reader of some kind?" She whispered once he had finished the reading. "You do not need to tire yourself out for an old pile of armor like me, child... If I'm not meowstaken - urk - apawlogies, er, it's..."

She cleared her throat and her helm swiveled to look away sheepishly. "Force of habit... Northwest is a good enough direction, child, I may head that way soon. Thank you for, um, completing my task."


[System]
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Rank: Pack Member
Skin Description: Full Body Shot, Top Half Close Up
Fur Description: Snarling front on, Full Body Shot
In-Depth Description: Blake is a large man, standing at about 6'5" in his human form. His dark hair transfers across into his wolf form, giving him dark brown fur that seems black in some lights. His wolf form has cold pale yellow eyes, bordering grey, which turn into a more blue-grey colour when he's in his human form. He stands at about 50" in his wolf form, filling out well to retain a muscular and bulky form. However, his large size may translate well in terms of strength and power, he lacks the agility many smaller wolves possess, though his stamina takes no hindrance.
Basic Personality: Blake is not a genius by any stretch of imagination, but nor is he stupid. He understands well the things he is used to, but can be slow to grasp new concepts and adjust to new ways of living. He is fiercely protective of his pack, and loyal to them also, but values the survival of the pack over any one of its members. Due to his slower physique, Blake prefers to lie in wait during hunts, let the faster wolves chase the prey to him, before he leaps out from hiding and uses his mass and strong jaws to take down most preys quickly and efficiently. He transfers this hunting technique to many other forms of conflict, including arguments. He is quite happy to watch a debate rage on between other members of the pack, calculating his move, before throwing his weight behind one side of the argument or the other at the opportune moment for maximum impact.
Brief History: Blake has grown cold to other lycanthropes over the past four years, and as such is finding it difficult to adjust back into pack life. He was the second child of the Alphas of the pack he was born into, and grew jealous of the older brother born minutes before him. His older brother had been smaller, weaker and by - Blake's belief - less intelligent than Blake himself. So when their father passed away in a hunting accident when Blake was 29, he attempted to take the position of Alpha for himself. None of the others supported Blake's claim, so instead, Blake attacked his brother during a hunt in their wolf forms. In his mind, Blake was doing what was best for the pack, by not allowing them to have a weak Alpha. The rest of the pack intervened, however, after Blake's brother sustained significant injuries in the fight, and Blake was forced to retreat and flee. He spent several years wandering alone, hunting alone and living alone, before he met the new pack.
Extra: Blake will remain fiercely loyal to the Alphas of his pack as long as he respects their strength. If they were to show signs of weakness, his loyalty could begin to waver and he might begin to question their legitimacy as Alphas...

Name: Jace
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Beta Male (?)
Skin Description: Human Appearance
Fur Description: Wolf Appearance
In-Depth Description: Jace stands at about six foot in height, with brown hair and a tanned complexion. His angular face is often framed by a scruffy light stubby, and his eyes are a hazel-brown colour. In wolf form, he stands at around 46" in height, and has brown mottled fur, threaded with white and some black in places. When in his human form, he is often found wearing jeans, a plain t-shirt and a leather jacket.
Basic Personality: Strong and dependable are two words with come to mind when describing Jace's personality. His loyalty is unwavering, and he believes in honour and doing what is right above all else. He has a strong sense of morality, and likes to think things through rationally before acting on them. He rarely gets angry, though can be quite stubborn at times.
Brief History: [Undecided. I'll probably work it out as the character progresses.]
Extra: Is a fan of classical music, and is quite proficient at playing the piano.

Name: Alexander, 'Xan'
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Rank: Pack Member
Skin Description: Human Appearance
Fur Description: Wolf Appearance
In-Depth Description: Xan isn't an overly tall man. Standing at around five foot seven, he is shorter than several of the other males of the pack. This carries across into his wolf form, where he stands at around 43" in height. In his wolf form, his dark human hair becomes a coat of light brown almost ginger fur, though he retains his brown eyes in both forms.
Basic Personality: Timid and a bit of a pushover, Xan is quite happy to go along with whatever everyone else wants to do. He's quite smart, but is scared of getting things wrong a lot of the time, so says nothing. Having only just reached an age where the pack considers him an adult, he's still quite unsure of himself and his place in the pack.
Brief History: [Undecided. I'll probably work it out as the character progresses.]

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Adeline Styker
Outside the Dorms

 As the assembly released, Adeline walked with her head down and her hood up on her heavy, black winter parka. She hated winter and everything about it. It was too cold for her. She had an iron deficiency which always made her cold regardless of the weather so she didn't need piercing winds and three feet of snow to help her condition. It was always dark and everything was dying. How was winter enjoyable for anyone? The only excuse anyone ever gave her was the old "Its cuddle weather." Well that would be true but when you hadn't had a boyfriend in three years like Adeline, that wasn't a valid response.
 Her thigh high, wedge heeled black boots sunk into the deep snow with every step she took back toward her dorm room. She was excited to be here, but she was sure her countenance did not show that. She didn't talk to very many people and the only friend she had, had recently shunned her just because their opinions on a certain subject had differed. So coming back to this school, she was friendless. And to be honest, she couldn't care less. She was sure there were plenty of other people like her here that would eventually befriend her. She usually didn't approach people first.
 As she entered the front door of her dorm building, she wondered what her Dad had done with her suitcase. She was sure he had put it in her room but where? As she rode the elevator up to her room alone, her phone went off and sure enough, it was her Dad telling her that her suitcase was under her bed in her room. As she approached the door to her room, it was not locked which surprised her. She walked in and already couldn't wait to start customizing her room. That was the one thing she enjoyed about moving. She plopped down on her bed and suddenly began missing her cat immensely. She would head over to the cafeteria at six for dinner even though she wasn't hungry. Maybe she would just hang around and people watch.

[Assistant]
Ambra

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Ambra padded along as silently as possible, leading her small and newly formed pack to a new life in a place so remote she hoped no one would ever discover them. There was supposed to be an old mining settlement ahead, just a few small cabins in the middle of the wilderness. 'We should be there soon, in just a couple minutes I'd say.' She called to the others through their mental link. Birds ignored them for the most part, they were part of the environment, organic and natural unlike most humans. Chirps and a cacophony of other sounds filled the air, it was early spring and snow still covered the ground. She was grateful though that it was starting to warm now and they wouldn't have such a hard time picking things up here and making things livable. Ambra was also grateful that they were all not human, even little Celeste was capable of surviving more than even an adult human was. They were just resilient, far more so than humans could ever hope to be.

Just as she had predicted she started to see a small cabin just through the thick trees. It's log walls were heavily weathered but still standing, the tin roof was mostly intact with just a few places that needed to be tacked back down. There were only ten small cabins. Just enough for her people, they would all stay in one place tonight for security after the long journey here. Some of the males packed things just as Ambra did on her back. They'd come up with special packs so that they could carry them in their wolf forms, it was easier that way.

Trotting eagerly the last several feet into the clearing, it was just enough free space to watch for incoming beings. She could hear the river not so far away, a mile or so maybe. It would be a wonderful life here she hoped. For her sake and for the wolves who had decided to follow her. She shook out her charcoal colored fur as she stepped out of the pack, setting it down easily.

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Celeste

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Celeste trotted towards the back of the pack, ears slightly lowered as she padded forward. Loosing her mother was still fresh in her mind and she was not completely at ease with all of these strange wolves yet. She was grateful they had taken her in as one of their own and didn't leave her wandering the wilderness by herself. If it had some to that she would have lasted longer than a human but still, her mother hadn't taught her how to hunt and she could have quickly starved. Or eaten by a bear or other predators hungry enough. The young pup was glad for her fur coat because though spring was well on its way, there was still snow on the ground and a bite in the air. As the group continued onward, Celeste wondered what their new home would be like. She had been told they were headed for an old mining settlement but she didn't know what that was or what it even looked like. Would there be enough room for them? Who would she stay with? Would there not be enough room and they decided she needed to leave?

She had to forcefully shake her head. Momma always told her she had an overactive imagination and it ran away from her sometimes. Her ears drooped further at the thought and she sighed softly. Momma... Celeste had to force the tears away. No, she couldn't. Not right now. She needed to put on a brave face. At least until she was alone so she could cry without worrying anyone else. A butterfly suddenly fluttered in her line of vision and Celeste paused as the insect fluttered onto her nose. The pup paused and almost went cross-eyed from staring at the butterfly in awe. It flapped its wings a few times before taking off, Celeste watching its departure. She then continued walking.

'We should be there soon, in just a couple minutes I'd say.'

Celeste sighed happily at Ambra's words; her paws had began to grow tired. Soon they were arriving at their destination. The pup looked around, seeing that there were ten small cabins and her worry about there being enough room rushed back though she pushed it away. She trotted into the clearing then padded curiously over to one of the cabins, sniffing the ground around it.

[Assistant] Slipping out of her packs with a grateful sigh, Trisana Chesire looked about the abandoned mine town. They had traveled a ways, and she was grateful there were no real injuries, nothing life threatening as of yet. Looking at the dilapidated cottages, Tris sighed. It wasn't exactly hygienic or secure, but it was serviceable. Glancing at the Alpha female she spoke through the shared mind link. "I'll check about to see what we'll have in herbs and such. I'm placing a claim for my own cabin, so if one of you do need me I can ensure you won't be disturbed and be with my tools." Her tone carried deference towards the older female, but the request was an iron law in the doctoring of others. Not waiting for a answer, no sense in waste daylight. Tris scooped up her pack and walked over to examine the cabins. A small one would do. Something for two. If more came she could and would lay claim to another's den for a time. While she was entirely grateful for the pack taking her in, she was determined to give them her all as a Healer in return.

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The large dark wolf brought up the rear of the pack, seemingly walking slowly, his long strides keeping pace with the shorter wolves quite easily. The pack he carries on his back is of a battered grey canvas material, stained with mud and wearing thin in several places. Blake watched with quiet eyes as their pack reached the cabins. Looking around, he takes in the huts one by one. Several of them need repairs. Broken windows seemed to be a trend between the cabins, and a handful of them were either completely missing doors, or the doors were hanging off their hinges.

It had been a long while since Blake has slept inside a building, even if it was just a wooden hut. He'd been on the move for such a long time, he'd grown accustomed to just sleeping in his lupine form either underneath the stars, or in the shade of a rock if it was raining. Slowly, he moved back away from the cabins and sat on his hindquarters, watching the others carefully through his grey eyes, unsure.

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Jace

As they reached the cabins, Jace transformed back into his upright form, stretching as he stood up and looked around. He ran a hand quickly through his brown hair to make sure it was just messy enough, and looked around quickly, surveying the area. He hadn't detected anything particularly unpleasant when he'd been a wolf, with heightened senses, but he wanted to see if he could spot anything he wouldn't have seen from closer to the ground.

When the man was satisfied, he walked towards the closest cabin, the one that Ambra had been making for. The walls seemed mostly intact, though there were a couple of holes in the tin roof where the metal had fallen away and peeled up in some places. He looked through one of the broken windows at the dusty and damp interior of the cabin. There was some furniture inside, but it looked wet and chewed by rats in some places. "Home sweet home, eh..?"


[System]
Gender:Female

Appearance:

Goals: Bella was studying to be a History Professor with a focus on classical civilizations to the medieval era. In this other world of scattered people… Maybe she can see if she can make a Roman Empire that doesn't fall.

Past Life: Bella grew up the daughter of a politician and a History Professor. Her mother is an accountant turned politician and her father is a long time History Professor. Since she was young, her father introduced her to the History of Rome and taught her all about it. By the time she was out of compulsory schooling, she was about as knowledgeable on everything during the reign of Rome as her father and had a working knowledge of the Latin language. If anyone had a question about it, she could answer easily.

She went to college as a history major with a minor in political science. And the political science minor was only because her mother took up a career as a rather successful politician. Through her time in college, she assisted her mother's campaign as well as study history. Every now and then, she would go and look into other politicians and get interviews when she could.

In the end, her life ended as someone stabbed her from behind. Likely from asking the wrong individual the wrong question about the wrong person.

Abilities:

Physical Conditioning: Peak human
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.

Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.

Ability Gained: Goddess' Eye
 The Goddess has given you a prestigious blessing. The eye will allow you to see things about a single living target in your vision that others can not. Status, general health, current disposition, abilities, special and other such information. Use it wisely, and you could use words as effective as any weapon or use it to disable someone with as little conflict as possible. Additionally, you can see things that are unable to be seen, and interact with it, and they you. Spirits, ghosts, and other such beings and things of that nature. However - things with special protections, such as beings with a divine connection, and skills will obscure your vision. It does not reveal things that are hidden through mundane means.
Trivia:

-Bella played a lot of Total War: Rome II to try and put old Roman strategies to practice.

-Bella can speak Italian, Latin and English

Inventory:
-Padded Armor
-Rapier

Learned Skills:

-Cleansing Fire - Fire, is not always destruction. It is also life, energy. It invigorates and brings warmth to all. Were fire never to exist, humanity may have never made it through the ice ages, for without its warmth they would fall victim to the frigid cold that envelops this land. Though fire can burn wildly, furiously, and destroy all, yours can also heal and bring comfort to those. By focusing positive energies into your fire, you may heal and cleanse small wounds.

-Mana Redirect - A skill allowing one to redirect magical energy tossed at them from any supernatural source. Rather than absorbing and meshing it with your own, you redirect it to some other purpose, thus weakening its effects upon you as you turn it towards something else. Generally, this will work with everything but some sources of energy would be far too strong to completely deflect, and some are easier to work with then others.

-Flora Command (lesser) - You're able to command the natural world around you, to an extent. Though, as it comes from domination rather than understanding and mutual understanding, it is not out of mutual respect or because they desire it. Rather - they do not wish to incur your wrath, so they cooperate.

You can't perform complex actions or move them very quickly yet, and flora with more vitality may still ignore you outright as of now.

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Malphas
Seaside Village@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin
Malphas raised an eyebrow at the man's response. While he chose not to give anything away right now, he also didn't deny Malphas's claims. Perhaps he wasn't one for the limelight? No matter the case, Malphas shrugged and turned his attentions elsewhere for now. He'll keep his eye on the young man, but he'll also respect his wishes of not wanting too much attention to himself at this time.

Malphas's attention was then taken by Bolcha's approach. It seemed as if he believed Malphas was part of the troupe that had killed the beast! Well, no point in correcting him now, especially if it leads to his benefit. What's more, he also needed assistance in a few matters. Malphas wasn't really busy with anything at the moment, and while he did wish to leave quickly, it seemed as if helping the craftsman at his work would net him a few more things he could use on his travels. Networking is also a plus, even if it were a village as small as this. Perhaps this might also mean he wouldn't have to leave after all...

"Oh, but of course! I'm not one to shy away from hard work, after all..." Malphas stepped forward, eager to get to work. Despite his looks and demeanor, Malphas welcomed the idea of menial labor. Sweat is the salt of man's hard work, after all. And would he truly say he loved his fellow humans if he didn't sweat alongside them? Whatever it was that Bolcha needed done, Malphas would eagerly begin to work on, whether his fellow beast-slayer chose to help as well or not.

[Assistant]
The Journey Begins

~ Another Unknown Location ~

Interacted with: @Rune_Alchemist, @Pyromania99, @Guy0fV4lor

Nick heeded Augusta's words. She even showed him a couple of demonstrations, first with a ball of magic on her hands then flicking fire into existence with her fingers. She did it seemingly effort, like walking or breathing. Alright, Nick cracked his fingers and mentally prepared himself. Alright, feel the energy like she said. He knew some physics concepts so that should help too and use the hands to help push out the magic.

Nick focused and concentrated, attempting to feel the magic and cast it. A simple fireball, a small one, was on his mind. Oxygen and heat combusting and being flung away. When he felt it was ready, Nick pushed his hands forward toward an empty patch of snow.

...

Nothing. No matter, Nick doubted he could do it in the first try. One more time!

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Nothing. Alright, third time's the charm!

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Nothing. "This... might be harder than I thought."

Donovan placed a hand on Nick's wounded shoulder. "Dude, stop. You might--" The black corruption on his wound soon dissipated and Nick realized that middle-aged guy had just cast some more healing magic on him. While Augusta fixed the physical, Donovan cleaned off the... whatever that was. "Whoa. Thanks for that, dude. I didn't know what that was. I mean, it didn't feel like anything but it still kinda made me nervous."

Donovan then went off to find and join Isidore in the snowy woods, leaving Nick with Augusta. "Well, Augusta, what do we do next? I mean, we can still rest here if you're tired while I continue trying to cast magic. Or we can head off and find shelter. Maybe a cave or something?"

Thinking about his inability to cast magic yet, Nick decided to add. "Say, got any tips for magic for a newbie like me?"

[User]
Leannah

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...Nothing recognizable. No runes on the tablet, no amount of the relics and trinkets of old or any of it seemed to make sense at this time. Such was the nature of archaeology, however, and especially Egyptology in its infancy. It was one reason the Rosetta Stone had been such a valuable discovery! Two languages upon one great piece of stone, and a particular bit of greco-egyptian influence that had made it easier to decipher things (to say the least). But she was getting ahead of herself. Truth be told, however, the fox girl putting these beautiful discoveries together in an orderly manner was something she appreciated. A little respect for the history these spoke or, and perhaps literally so contained in regards to the runic tablet, that as a historian of sorts she could respect. Yet the fact this woman was still totally foreign to her, and considering the manner of her own death and career before dying there were a lot of people out there...and respecting history didn't mean always being a good person.

Still, the fact this girl was translating these arcane runes was something even more enticing. Or at least she'd been trying to do so from what it sounded like. And they now also had the name of the fox girl in turn: Misaki. A very much Japanese name to be sure, and another thing to add to her list of suspicions about the fox being from Earth in turn. That and the mention of this fox having read old scrolls, which if the fortress and this tablet were of any note were indecipherable to anyone from Earth....or at least herself and Narkissa probably.

Her own information wasn't very complete about everything in this world regardless, far from it to put it far too mildly, but the mentions of abnormal fog and weird things was enough of a telltale sign of myths and danger to make her ears perk up. Magic wasn't a new concept to her, at least after Malphas' and her own shenanigans back there, but the rest of it spoke of something...hmm...that and the nature of the other relics here...

"A curse? Mysterious fog? Strange phenomenon?" the catgirl muttered to herself a moment, putting a hand to her chin in thought before looking back up, "Even if you do not think your translation is very good, Lazhira, it could be a clue to those odd events you spoke of. At least potentially. You have to start somewhere when figuring this sort of thing out, after all!

The catgirl sauntered back over and sat down cross-legged at the table, her eyes attentive as much as she seemed to be ardent in her curiosity and earnest in her encouragement.

"Apologies for being a bit forward, you've been very kind so far, but if I may...from what you've tried to translate so far: Was there any mention of a 'tomb'? Anything that calls upon gods to punish others? Mentions of something sealed away or closed up?"

All she knew to heart, at least right off the bat, was something like the curses put on the tombs of the ancient Pharaohs. Calling upon the gods to curse a tomb looter was one thing. Likewise there was the ilk of greek curse tablets (she'd dabbled in learning of those on the side), and tales like the Minotaur and the Book of Thoth came to mind in turn. Sure back on Earth it was all legend and myth, but here, well, she felt more apt to give this place a LOT of credit to such stories and mentions. After all, magic was REAL...and monsters and cat girls and fox girls and anime Oda Nobunaga looking people were REAL. Etc.

[Assistant]
Novak
Akando left to take care of other business, leaving Novak with Bolcha and the new arrival. He appeared fully human, but the man's blue eyes and white hair made him stand out, and reminded Novak of Misaki. He certainly looks the part more than me, he thought. Novak was unsure how the goddess chose the forms of the people she summoned, but he was grateful that he himself had been blessed with an appearance that, judging from the reflection he had beheld on the blade of his sword, seemed to not stand out. Not that it stopped this stranger from correctly suspecting Novak of being another of the goddess' chosen.

It seems that even without white hair or animal ears, I stick out like a sore thumb to a perceptive soul. Between his attire, quite distinct from the locals' clothing, and Akando mentioning his role in slaying the beast, it was clear he wouldn't be blending in. Whatever the case may be, however, the white-haired man did not press Novak on the matter further, and did not seem to rouse the attention of the locals.

Bolcha spoke up, asking the two new arrivals for help with some work. The stranger replied first, offering his assistance without hesitation. Perhaps there was more to him than Novak thought. After all, the goddess wouldn't summon someone whom she didn't see potential in for fixing the world, right?

"Certainly, I'll help with whatever you need," Novak spoke. He hadn't been in the town for very long, but he had already become quite invested in the well-being of the locals. Perhaps it was simply his emptied mind latching on to the first friendly civilization he had come across, but he wanted to help put an end to the problems that afflicted them, and every little bit of aid would help. It certainly wouldn't be fitting for one of the goddess' chosen heroes to stand around when there was work to be done.

Chulainn@Rune_Alchemist

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Augusta spent a good minute looking at Octavia's status. Seed Carrier? Hmm. This was nothing to tell Isidore nor Donovan at the moment. Nick... Not him either, really, but the most he could do is mention something to the other two. Isidore didn't seem to like things that would put him in danger and Donovan had that purification magic. She could always lie, if need be. She was particularly adept at that from her prior life. For now, perhaps her best measure was finding a way to remove the seed from Octavia without hurting her more than necessary. If that plant thought it could one up her, then it had another thing coming!

Still, she had realized that Nick was talking to her. Oh, what did he mention? What should they do next? Did she have any tips? She gave a small, yet somewhat concerned looking smile. "What next? I would propose to find what civilization we can and hope we don't look too different from those native to the land here. And, umm, I suggest staying quiet about the giant plant thing until we know more about the local culture. Hell, I might have to find a way to make Octavia here a bit more... Natural?" She mentioned, struggling to find the words. "Perhaps there's magic to transmogrify a creature." She mused for a minute more and put a hand on Octavia's back to pet her some until she came back to... Whatever world it was they were on.

"And tips. Right. Hmm." The elf woman thought to herself. She gave him most of the information that she knew already. "Most of what I know came from experiencing the draining effect from that slab first hand. It's not too difficult to figure out the barest of ideas when you feel the energy being forced out of you." She pet Octavia, who was what she assumed was the one draining energy from her at the time. "It wasn't pleasant but I felt I had to overcome it. Perhaps I should try and drain all your magical energy and see if you can overcome me?" She teased. Augusta didn't feel confident doing that at all. She would be worried of accidently kill this young man. She wasn't so heartless she could actually kill someone.

About that time, however... She heard a call of sorts. From the direction that Isidore and Donovan went. Should she go to them? She stood and pondered. From her experience so far... Wouldn't she be more a hinderance than a help? "Hmm. For now, I suppose we'll hold down the camp." She mentioned to herself as she stared in the direction the call came from. "Perhaps you should try to practice your magic more, young man." She wasn't sure of his age, but she seemed like one of those long lived elves so it only felt fitting.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 27

Personality: When on duty Christelle is always on point, and ready to viciously slaughter all that get in her way. There isn't a shred of regret or any other kind of emotion when she kills, most of which happen to my vampires, which would explain her lack of emotion when killing. She's a tool, and nothing more than that.

Off duty, Christelle likes to spend most of her time reading. She has a tendency to read religious texts, but her favorite genre is horror, as the thrill and adrenaline rush excites her. As one would expect, she acts polite and proper at all times, making sure to keep her family's image. In reality, she is far more relaxed, somewhat vulgar, cynical, slightly egotistical and has the tendency to look down on others. Christelle also likes alcohol, sweets and cute things, especially cats.

Biography: From the day she was born, Christelle was being trained into a killing machine. Oddly enough, given the composition of her magic circuits, it really wasn't a hard task. It was almost like she was born to serve the church, which she probably was, but who knows? Armed with the relics passed down in family for generation after generation, Christelle became a Head of The Order of The Holy Spirit, using her family's power within the Order and the Church to make sure she was put in power. She became the leader at the incredibly young age of 22. For the five years she has been leading the Order, she has done nothing but work towards eradicating Humanity's threats,

Christelle has entered The Holy Grail War to make sure that the grail didn't fall into the wrong hands. Heathens nor heretics were allowed to possess such a thing, as they'd obviously attempt to harm the world with it. Only a good, pure, Catholic like her would be able to make sure nothing bad happened to the world with the cup. Plus, it wasn't like she had anything better to do for these two weeks, and the rest of the Order could probably handle something if anything major happened. Entering the war was also a precautionary in case vampires decide to show up for the war, for whatever reason. The vampires were a bit more interesting than the cup, but they probably get bored like everybody else. And I guess saying you won the Holy Grail would be cool in Jesus' eyes, right?

Family History: The Proulx family dates back to the 1500s, and was one of the original families inside of the Order of the Holy Spirit, a Chivalric Order located within France. It was believed to have been abolished within the 1830s, but it reunited, loyal to the Church instead of to France this time around. Due to the family being one of the few longstanding within the Order, they have some of the most influence, so it wasn't exactly hard for them to make sure Christelle was highly ranked within it. As long as she proved skill, which she most certainly did, it was simple to make her a head of the Order.

Origin: Faith

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Magic Circuit Composition: Alignment towards church mysteries.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

Od: C

Magecraft:

Can Materialize Black Keys by running prana through pages of the bible

Baptism Sacrament

Equipment:

Staff of Saint Patrick: This is the famous staff carried around by Saint Patrick, the man who banished all of the snakes in Ireland. In actuality, there were never any snakes in Ireland. The imagery of snakes connects to the Druids that once inhabited the country of Ireland, with Saint Patrick being the man who banished all of the druids out of their homeland. It is believed that Saint Patrick himself killed some of the Druids using the very same staff he had always carried with him. The staff has an incredible affinity against Heathens and could be considered the perfect weapon to be used against them. This staff is a conceptual weapon that pierces, and destroys the soul of any Heathen. The staff can pass through any magecraft defense at, or under the rank of C in the Magecraft scale. If it touches anything above C, their ranked is reduced. On top of that, it is a really good beating stick, and could harm a Servant or a Monster. However, its not like it would explode them or anything, they'd just get hit by a really good beating stick. It is something that would be nothing but a normal staff to a priest, but becomes the ultimate nightmare to Heathens.

Cross of Saint Benedict of Nursia: This was the cross used by Saint Benedict of Nursia. In life, Saint Benedict is given most of his fame by his creation of the Holy Rule of Saint Benedict, a guide on how monks should live, however, there is more to the man than something like that. The cross that was originally possessed by Saint Benedict has the power to repel all evil, from demons to heathens. Fake copies of the cross turned into medals have the power to keep moderately powerful evils away from the holder. This is the original Cross and as such, it has the ability to completely repel all evils. The Cross can innately defend the holder from Magecraft up to D in the Magecraft scale. Anything above D has its ranked reduced.

Black Keys

A ring that gives the wearer Magic Resistance D

All of Christelle's clothing, from her ropes to her habit are woven from Kevlar and protective charms, to protect from both magic and physical attacks.

Several bibles, more than enough cash needed for her stay, pen, marker, engraving tools, a halberd, sash to carry halberd, sash to carry Saint Patrick's Staff, plenty of wine, and a notepad.

Skills: Singing, Cooking, Cleaning, Expert Penmanship, Eidetic Memory, Speed Reader, Medieval Halberd Fighting Style, and Driving,

[User]
Charles Dorvain

Charles let out an internal sigh of relief as he noticed that Jack seemed a bit put off by his rule about not harming civilians without cause. He'd hazarded a guess that such a rule would be needed, and hoped that, given her child-ish nature, she'd be willing to listen to 'Daddy's Rules' without the need of a Command seal. That would've been a waste, truly, but he couldnt have her go around murdering people left and right, as it'd certainly draw suspicion and that was something that he couldn't afford as the master of an Assassin. Right now, his best plan of action was to remain in the shadows, an annoying tactics truly, but it was still exciting in it's own way. Instead of a battle of brawn, it was one of brains, as the entirely of the city became a chess board, one that he had to play very carefully or else his death would likely be swift.

Once the girl had conceded to his rules, he gave her a slight pat on her head, his way of acknowledging her answer while he was still in some thought, planning out a few measures of engagements, but the dulling of the fire in his eyes was a clear sign that he was getting bored with such a tedious task, a fact further supplemented by a rather large yawn that followed, more out of boredom than actually tiredness. Getting up, Charles was about to reach out for his camera, thinking that taking some pictures of his new servant would be interesting, as her cuteness could be well highlighted in several places in the room with proper lighting and what not, when he remembered something about his servant.

Information Erasure deletes all evidence of the servant's presence no matter what from both the minds of witnesses . . . and from all manner of surveilance, which meant that I can't take any pictures of her. The problem was minor, but like a thorn in his side, it was extremely vexing. He stood standing in silence for a bit, before letting out a sigh, putting the camera down as he figured that he might as well get on with the rest of the ceremony, since they had yet to finalize the ritual.

"So, Jack, do you recognize me as your Master?"

Grail

[Assistant]
Bailey Clarke

"It's fine, really," he said, "The name thing. My name's probably kinda weird compared to what you're used to." Krishna probably hadn't met any people with English names during his lifetime. Besides, Bailey was sure he'd end up making more important mistakes later on--this was supposed to be some kind of competition between mages, and he would be the first to admit that most mages would have an advantage over him as far as study goes. Unless he could somehow settle a fight with knowledge about apples, anyway. Something like getting a name backwards was small potatoes.

"But yeah, once I've gotten some rest, we can definitely walk around. I want to get a better idea of the city's layout, anyway." He'd managed to make his way to a few shops nearby, but he'd like to be able to walk around without getting lost. Not to mention he could maybe keep an eye out for any other Masters. His current strategy was to lie low and wait for some of the others to pick each other off, but he would definitely like to get an idea of what he'll eventually be facing.

As for the TV... "Sure, you can use it, I guess. Just don't turn it up too loud. I don't want to bother the neighbors." Or leave too much evidence of his presence.

[User]
Jack the Ripper

Jack responded well to the patting of her head by Charles, for just a moment beaming with more childlike glee that her daddy was being so nice to her already. Maybe a daddy would work out for her in this Grail War after all! Yet despite this action, he seemed to be thinking a lot even when he had patted her head. Perhaps he was thinking over some plans for the Grail War, or was figuring out who Jack could make go "bye-bye" first! That could be fun! Really, though, Jack did not know what her daddy was planning to do tonight outside of summoning her into this Grail War. If they didn't have enough to do, that could get boring as well. Maybe she could try to sleep on the bed, if she had nothing else to do tonight! She had never slept on a bed before, even if she was well aware that as a servant she didn't even need to sleep! The bed felt so comfy to sit on, if nothing else, and was most likely lot comfier than trying to sleep on in a cold, dark alley with her lead lying on the cobblestone street.

That matter aide, though, her daddy also seemed a little bored to Jack from how he was acting and appeared. He even picked up a camera in the room, but Jack innately knew that her daddy would not be able to take a nice picture of her. Her Information Erasure made very sure of that. It was a little disappointing, as it would have been nice for her daddy to have something that reminded him of her! But he seemed to move on from the matter, asking her the last question that would finalize the ritual of her summoning.

"Of course we recognize you as our master, daddy" the young Assassin class servant said, hopping up off of the bed with her expression returning to a neutral one as the ritual was finalized and completed, though one of her earlier thoughts came to mind and reminded her of something she wanted to ask at the moment, "By the way, daddy, what are we going to do for the rest of tonight?"

While she waited for her daddy's answer, Jack stood by the bed, taking out one of her knives and twirling it about in her hands to keep herself busy for a moment. The knife, strange in shape as it was, was twirled about her hands with what seemed to be a great amount of skill, dexterity, and a certain level of abnormal ease on her part. It was as if she was fiddling about with a favorite toy with a sense of complete, utter, and somewhat eerie calm, though it was very much safe to say she was highly skilled enough with the deadly weapon and its brethren weapons on her person that still remained sheathed that she would not drop the weapon, hurt herself or her daddy with it, or even let it fly out of her hands. She was, after all, a heroic spirit, and was a servant who in life had become rather extensively familiar with her knives and how to use them.

Despite such things being true, however, the fact was still true that she was effectively a little girl visibly playing with a knife for a moment. That in itself could possibly be a little unnerving for some people, and perhaps even some magi, who witnessed such a sight in general. Then again, maybe her daddy wouldn't mind it at all!

[Assistant]
Christelle was a pure girl, so why was she forced to do such a satanic ritual? She devoted her existence to god, yet, in order to protect the world from true evil, she had to do something so horrid. At the very least, this war was taking place in a good Catholic country like Peru. Sure, it has heathen roots, but at least the people here have seen the error of their ways, and the light that is the lord and savior, Jesus Christ.

Another bright side, at least she was in an abandoned park. That was always good, though hard to come by in such a populated city. In hindsight, getting a hotel room and doing it there was a better idea, but she didn't feel like paying for a new carpet. Plus, where would she dispose of all of these animal corpses? She could just leave them here at the park.

Either way, time to check her checklist.

Made a scary blood circle? Check

Prepared to do some acts a Heathen would commit? Check

Feeling like an actual heathen? Nope. Never. She is a pure maiden of Christ and she always will be.

It was finally time for her to summon a Servant. Her blade for the next two weeks. Out of all the heroes from around the world, which one would she summon? She could maybe get one of the Apostles? They would surely have some power behind them, and would surely have the ability to deal with all the heathens around.

Maybe she would summon Roland? Not only was he always a devout follower, but he possessed The Peerless Sword, Durandl. If not Roland, maybe another of Charlemagne's paladins, or maybe Charlemagne himself. Any of those would be perfect for Christelle, and they'd also have a lot of power to protect her from any of the heathens lurking around.

Someone from the Crusades would be good. Richard The Lionheart might be fun to work with, as he did specialize in slaughtering heathens from all around. He was a true believer through and through.

However, her dream Servant was Joan of Arc. A French pure maiden just like Christelle. If this grail was going to pick Servants from their capability to their Master, Joan of Arc would be the perfect match.

This was not the time to worry about who she was going to summon, and just get down to summoning. Christelle extended her hand out forwards, and began to chant.

"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"


[System]
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "For Yuyuko-sama, I won't fail!"
* Personality: Calm, collected, serious. These are things Youmu tries to be at all times. To her credit, in a fight she is a dangerous and focused opponent, but outside of combat she is prone to being rather awkward. Her attempts to remain collected often fail, as Youmu is easily surprised and confused. She is not unintelligent, but it is simply quite easy to exasperate or perplex her. Youmu is easily frustrated by things that confuse her, and she is somewhat easy to mislead. However, she has been working on this, as to not fail Yuyuko. Youmu takes pride in her combat capabilities and her speed, as well as her katana, Roukanken and Hakuroken. In spite of her attempts to be a dutiful and serious warrior, Youmu retains a fear of ghost stories. In spite of being half ghost. And serving a ghost. However, when her opponent is not a ghost, Youmu can be a courageous fighter who refuses to give in. She also retains absolute loyalty to Saigyouji Yuyuko, even if the gluttonous ghost confuses and embarrasses her at times. Youmu is reluctant to kill other intelligent beings unless it is necessary to defend herself, Yuyuko, or others.
* Abilities: Youmu is somewhat more durable than a regular human being, and has a somewhat more capable healing ability, but this is nothing as extreme as most youkai. As a half-ghost, a portion of her soul is embodied as a non-sentient floating phantom referred to as Myon. This can be used to observe distant areas, fire danmaku, or even temporarily become a duplicate of Youmu for double team attacks. Youmu also feels everything Myon feels, though she cannot be damaged in this way(something painful to Myon will be painful to Youmu, though). Youmu is an incredibly skilled swordswoman, capable of wielding her blades both one and two-handed. Her strength is above human level, allowing her to wield the incredibly long Roukanken one-handed. Youmu's attacking speed allows her to slash many times in an instant, to the point where it appears as a single attack. She can also move very quickly, in both air and on land, her speed making her the second fastest person in Gensokyo. This allows her to pull off her family technique, Two-Hundred Yojana in One Slash, covering an enormous amount of distance and come back in the time it takes to unsheath Roukanken and cut with it, allowing her to cut foes even quite a distance away. She also carries spellcards and is fully capable of flight. Her most powerful technique, both in spellcard form and as a true attack, is Reflecting Satellite Slash. This attack is simultaneously the cutting of her blade and a wave of blades reflected by the light of the moon, assaulting her opponent in a flash of light as she moves to cut through them. Even in nonlethal danmaku form it is a highly dangerous attack. However, it requires Youmu to hold still and gather power to properly perform it. In spite of all her advantages, Youmu is still partially human and can be injured as a human can, and while attacks to Myon do not cause physical harm, the pain caused by them can immobilize her.
* Equipment: Youmu carries two katana, Roukanken and Hakuroken.

	+ Roukanken: An incredibly long katana, a nodachi that measures longer than the short girl is tall. Roukanken's blade was forged by youkai, allowing it to be nearly unbreakable. This is not the most notable feature of Roukanken, however. The katana's incredibly sharp blade transcends physicality, allowing it to cut apart even existences such as formless ghosts. Rocks, trees, flesh, steel, little can stand up to the unrestrained Roukanken. However, Youmu utilizes danmaku rules to avoid killing unless her life or the lives of others are in danger. Supernatural protection, or heavily augmented technology, may also defend against Roukanken.
	+ Hakuroken: A wakizashi, Hakuroken possesses no ability to kill a living thing. Indeed, it is almost entirely harmless, causing some pain and discomfort but otherwise nothing else. Its capabilities lie in another area. It can be used to parry and it can incapacitate with enough blows, but the true nature of Hakuroken is its ability to divide things such as confusion. Certainly, cutting confusion is a valuable asset to the easily-confused Youmu. However, this is merely a side effect of its intended function. Hakuroken instantly causes the state of Nirvana in spirits it strikes, causing them to vanish utterly.
* Brief Backstory: Youmu was born into the Konpaku family, half-ghosts in service of the ruler of the Netherworld, Saigyouji Yuyuko. She was trained intensely in swordplay, and in how to garden in order to cultivate the gardens around Yuyuko's home. Soon enough, Youmu became Yuyuko's servant, dedicated to her service even when she was to cause an incident that nearly(unintentionally) caused the awakening of a malevolent entity in the form of a soul-eating cherry tree. Since then, Youmu has actively assisted in the resolution of several incidents.
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project

[User]
Accelerator stared at the two women, glancing back and forth while Last Order was becoming increasingly more worried. Even after their responses, he couldn't jump to any conclusions. If dealing with the other underground organizations of the city had taught him anything, it was to never let his guard down...

Especially in situations like these.

Last Order, on the other hand, pouted and let go of Accelerator' arm. Taking a few steps back, the little girl immediately began to sprint and leaped straight onto Accelerator. The reflection, luckily enough, didn't go off (probably due to Last Order's shenanigans), and so the two immediately tumbled to the ground.

"Whoa-OI!" Accelerator shouted reflexively as he winced from the pain of the fall.

"'It's safe, see?' Misaka states as Misaka proudly stands up with her chest puffed out."

The moment of silence that followed felt excruciatingly long, but... Well, it seemed to help lighten the mood. If they were going to attack, Accelerator reasoned, then it would've been done when Last Order caught him off balance. Fine.

"...Alright, alright, I get it." he complained, stabbing his crutch into the ground to pull himself back up. "But still... They're not from around here, it seems... Well, so far as I can tell. Maybe it's related to whatever dragged us here..."

[Assistant]
Konpaku Youmu

Youmu winced a little when the boy hit the ground. Certainly, if he had an injury that required him to use a crutch, that had to be painful... however, it looked as if that made him more relaxed, as the tension in the situation steadily fell. Youmu let out a small sigh of relief. She hadn't wished to fight anyone here, not with her confusion over her surroundings, and it simply did not appear necessary. It would not even have been a sparring match for the enjoyment and training of participants. To put it simply, the small half-ghost girl was glad that such a conflict had been avoided. Now there was time for her to focus better on her surroundings...

The blue-haired girl had introduced herself as Aqua, and before addressing the boy's comment, Youmu decided it would be best for her to do the same. Clasping her hands in front of herself, Youmu bowed.

"My name is Konpaku Youmu," she began, as she rose back to a standing position. "I am the guardian and gardener for Hakugyokurou, in service of Saigyouji Yuyuko-sama, Princess of the Netherworld."

Youmu hesitated for a moment, Myon fidgeting behind her, before she decided to continue.

"I... am definitely not from here, er... I don't even know where here is, ah-hah..."

The small white-haired girl rubbed the back of her head, awkwardly. So much for looking serious.

[User]
King of Heroes

Gilgamesh seemed to soak in Saber's frustration with amusement, eyes only briefly wavering from her person to take in the newcomer, before he moved slightly to the side to keep the unbroken stare. It hardly mattered where she'd come from, though it lent further credence to the idea that something was behind this summoning. Something with questionable taste, if they were including monsters along with Heroes.

"You would fight me purely for your own desires, Saber?" the demigod asked, voice containing none of the mockery that the statement implied--the noble King of Knights, striking out simply to fight him, "This is no war to the death, even if creatures like that thing might deserve it."

'That thing' was obviously Koishi. Apparently, having a fleshy, living eye (albeit closed) hanging around your person in fairly inscrutable ways was not good for being identified as a human, who knew? Of course, her presence on top of the Heroic Spirits' raised the important question: just who else had shown up here for no apparent reason?

[Assistant]
Saber

The tension was, momentarily, cut when a strange girl abruptly seemed to appear from no-where between them. And yet, somehow, Saber realized she felt something swimming on the edge of her consciousness when she looked at the girl, as if deep down she had realized she was there, and yet not truly noticed due to her distraction by Gilgamesh. Still, it was undeniably confusing, and Saber stepped forward quickly.

"This is no place for a young girl," she began, her tone stern as she approached her. The strange, eye-like structure, however, gave the King of Knights pause. What was it? She had never seen anything quite of that nature before, and she simply did not have the required knowledge to discern what it might have been. Saber was quite unsure of the nature of the girl, now, especially after her abrupt appearance. But she still did not wish to leave her between them.

Even more excited pictures were being snapped, as Saber once more listened to Gilgamesh's words.

As much as she disliked admitting it, he had a point. This was no Grail War, and compounded with the danger a fight posed to innocent people... there would be no battle here.

"... This... does not feel like such a war," Saber conceded, after some hesitation.

[User]
Aqua gasped when the little girl tackled the young man to the ground. Given his apparent condition, there was a good chance that he could be seriously injured, but luckily he didn't seem too hurt. In fact, he seemed more willing to believe Youmu and herself, now. At least there was that.

Of course what the two said had intrigued the Keyblade Master. They both spoke as if this world wasn't their own. Having taken the two for natives, it made Aqua wonder what was going on. After all, travel between worlds was hardly commonplace. Only herself, her friends, and a couple of other people she had met recently had displayed knowledge of other worlds, and even then, the methods to actually travel were extremely limited...

"If I may ask, how did you come to this place?" Aqua asked the group. She could probably rule out 'flying keys' as their method of transportation, but whatever whisked them away to this location, it was evidently as sudden and inexplicable as her own circumstances.

[Assistant]
The introduction from the white-haired samurai girl- Youmu, was it?- was a bit too formal for his liking, but at least he and Last Order had something to call her by other than 'misfortunate fool who faceplanted into the roof of a building.' Well, that was just him, really, but it was true enough that the little girl would find some way of twisting that into something else. The blue-haired girl... Aqua? That was... Water in Latin, right? Explained the hair, at the very least. Before Accelerator could put forth his own introduction, though, the little girl by his side immediately jumped into the conversation.

"'Hooray! Misaka is Misaka, and this is Accelerator!' says Misaka as Misaka confidently jumps off the ground and poses!"

"...Yeah, sure, whatever. Accelerator will do fine for me, but most people refer to her as Last Order. It's convenient... For reasons that I'm not allowed to disclose." he followed, a sigh escaping his lips as he turned to Aqua. "Anyways, for the sake of gathering information and discussing... Things... All I know is that we're in Akihabara, a... Well, I guess if I was to explain it to people who don't know, it's a city-within-a-city in the middle of Tokyo, Japan. Center for otaku culture or something like that. As for your other question... Assuming you asked about getting onto the building, I jumped with Last Order; Greenie here ran up and smacked face first into me. Yeah, let's go with that. Otherwise, no fuckin' clue."

Well, that about summed up what he knew. At least Last Order wasn't--

Aaand she was trying to take that Konpaku girl's swords now. What the hell.

[User]
At the blue-haired woman's question, Youmu paused for a moment before proceeding.

"I was training in the Hakugyokurou gardens," she said, simply, "I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them I was here. I... I have to get back there. It's my duty to tend to Saigyouji Yuyuko-sama. I have to return as soon as possible..."

She listened quietly to the boy, who she now knew as Accelerator, explain where they were. She had heard that there was a city in the Outside World called Tokyo, but... Akihabara? She'd never heard of such a place... wait, did... did this mean they were in the Outside World?! Needless to say, the idea of suddenly being brought to the Outside World with no explanation put Youmu into something of a panic, but before she could do more then look intensely distressed, Accelerator proceeded to deride her again! But... she... she couldn't just take that, she was a proud member of the Konpaku family! She hadn't been training and honing her skills just to be insulted like that! To put it simply, Youmu felt the need to immediately explain herself and tell him just why that comment was so rude!

"... It's nice to meet you, Accelerator-san, Misaka-san," the white-haired half-phantom began, myon drifting about behind her, "But I have to protest! I was attempting to-ah!"

She felt a light tugging on Roukanken's sheath, and immediately drew back, realizing that Misaka Misaka... or Last Order, as it seemed she was referred to, was attempting to take the sword! Placing one hand on the sheath, Youmu drew back, shaking her head.

"I... I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to handle either of these," she began, attempting to speak gently to the girl, "They are very dangerous, and they are also heirlooms of my family."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Fan Art
Narancia is rather short, standing at just 5 foot 6 with a gangly figure. His hair is black and messy with bangs hanging low over his eyes. His eyes are a light hazel and contrast somewhat with the dark colour of his hair.
World of Origin: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo
Personality:
Quick tempered and prideful, Narancia is essentially a brat. He is loud, foul-mouthed and violent in his anger outbursts, and is reckless no matter how he is feeling. The easiest way to anger him is to insult his intelligence or the fact that he never went to elementary school. However, the fact that he didn't attend elementary school is no reflection on his actual intellect, and he can often be seen fighting strategically in battles he is involved in.

However, when you get to know him, Narancia will often present a sweet side. He values friendship and loyalty above all else. He seems to also believe that a person's age reflects how much better they are than others, and will often ask people their age upon first meeting them in order to establish dominance.
History:
Narancia's life is full of squalor and bad times. Firstly, when he was 10 his mother died of an eye disease. Narancia's father blamed the death on him, and began to neglect Narancia as a result of this. He soon stopped staying at home, and began roaming the streets stealing and fighting with his friends day in and day out.

Because he believes friendship to be the most important thing, when an older friend of his convinced him to dye his hair blond, he did as he was told. He was arrested the next day, the friend had tricked him into taking the fall for his own crime. Narancia was released a year later at the age of 15.

One day, while looking for food in the trash, he was discovered by Panacotta Fugo and subsequently Bruno Buccellati as a result of this. This fuelled his want to join Bruno's gang, and after going back home and doing a year of school as Bruno had told him to, he sneakily got into the gang through Polpo.

The events of Vento Aureo are transcribed here.
Abilities:
Narancia's only ability lies in his stand, Aerosmith. Aerosmith is a small plane with a small pilot inside. It is equipped with machine guns and missiles, as lethal as regular sized machine guns and missiles. Being a long range stand, Narancia can control it from about 10m away. He does this through the use of his carbon dioxide radar, which appears over his eye. The radar detects all sources of carbon dioxide, and Narancia uses this to find enemies from afar.
Other:

[User]
Astral Plane- The World Where Paths Cross

With the crowd in the area thinned out, a soft smile crossed Lydia's lips. She had honestly expected a much lower turnout from those who she had summoned, so the number that she obtained was well beyond her expectations. With this, maybe...!

"So... it seems that, at the very least, there is yet hope for me. Thank you; all of you, for listening to a stranger's wishes. I need some time to prepare the first gates; there are a few dimensions that are on the brink of collapse, and I cannot leave this area without compromising what remains of the record. While I do so, I humbly ask of you to make acquaintances with one another. The distortions are much too large for any one being to take on alone, so I implore you to make the most of this time. Pardon me."

With that statement, the being known as 'Lydia' fades into the light, her corporeality seemingly dissipating into nothingness. The sounds of gears grinding, however soft it is, manages to somehow make it through the walls of the building.

"While modifications are underway, I cannot maintain my physical form. Please, do excuse any disruptions you may experience this time; it's taking all of my effort to keep everything as stable as I possibly can."

With that last statement from Lydia echoing around the room, the pseudo-silence once again overtook the room.

Satori Komeiji- The Girl Even Vengeful Spirits Fear
Satori sighed as the strange girl ran her mouth off before disappearing off to... Somewhere else. There was no need to be so wordy; thanks were superfluous, since everyone here was probably around to stay regardless. She herself had no reason in particular to stay around, but even if she went home... What then? She had detected no trace of malice or deceit within the girl's heart, which meant that she was probably telling the truth.
...
Well, to be fair, she had detected nothing else from the woman's thoughts, either; the confusion and chaos within the minds of everyone else around her had made focusing difficult. But, if what that Lydia person had said was correct, then she'd have to work with others.

A single image flashed by in Satori's mind: the red-white shrine maiden and the black-white magician, stranding triumphantly over her. A shudder ran down her spine as she shoved the image into the farthest depths of her mind.

"No. Those two were strange, even among humans. There's no way that the others that have been called here would have a similar mentality to those two. Attacking first and asking later isn't normal among humans.
...
Right?"

Taking a deep breath to calm herself and pushing all the voices shouting in her head to the side, Satori turned to look around at those gathered.

"But... Hrm. What a unique crowd she's gathered, though..."

[Assistant]
Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)

The question had been met rather swiftly with a resounding yes. At least from the exceptionally pale, rather short girl, who looked all the world like a human... except typically humans did not have seams or visibly jointed limbs. There was a faint clicking sound as she cocked her head to one side, grinning widely. How ever could she say no to something like this? Certainly, perhaps Silvabelle(she would have liked to to see Silvabelle stuck in such a confusing scenario, really...) would have been better suited to something like this... but Goldibanne had no shortage of confidence in herself. The living doll had to do this, of course. Mistress's safety was in danger, wasn't it?

"Haah, so many people~" she declared cheerfully, twirling on her heel with an excited look upon her face eyes, her golden eyes wide with wonder. At no point in her existence had she ever contemplated the existence of other worlds, nor expected she would meet people hailing from them. So, wasn't wonder an appropriate reaction? Of course it was. Even if this was such a serious situation, judging by what she had been told by the girl who had faded away to let the building work.

Placing her heels together and cocking her head to one side, she clasped her hands behind her back, still smiling cheerfully as she did. Naturally, there was only one appropriate thing to do, now.

"Goldibanne thinks this is a good time for everyone to introduce themselves!"

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Saber, King Arthur Herself

There had been little hesitation in Saber's response. Beyond her initial confusion, a matter that threatened things on such a vast scale was something she had to be concerned with. Given the opportunity to stop such a threat, there was no question that she would say yes. It was not merely out of her basic duty, the fact that a knight should pursue good causes and conduct themselves with honor. No, Saber also desired to protect Rin and Shirou.

However, at the moment, she hardly looked like a knight. Dressed in a simple shirt and skirt with leggings, she had been called here quite abruptly and had no real chance to call her armor, or anything much else. Instead, Saber found herself in a crowd of other people, people who had been called here from other worlds. That information had been more overwhelming, the fact that there were other worlds in which so many different people could be found was news to the smallish blonde girl, indeed. However, it did not dissuade her. She would do everything in her power, everything she could, to mend these worlds that had faced attack.

It was the only appropriate course of action for one who called herself a knight.

Of course, Saber was unlikely to start a conversation herself...

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Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

Miku...

Hibiki's first thoughts had been of Miku, and her family, before she had received an explanation of what was happening. Other worlds? And all these people were from other worlds...? It had been kind of overwhelming, at first, but Hibiki realized it wasn't at all something impossible, was it? And the fact that something like this was happening to people... Even if this situation was confusing, Hibiki knew it had meant that she had to help them, to protect them with her fists. She'd be protecting Miku, too. And so, without much hesitation at all, given what this all meant, she had agreed to help.

Now, however, she found herself in a crowd of people from other worlds. It was something else that she felt a little overwhelmed by, and for a few moments all she could do is rub the back of her head and laugh nervously. However, someone had to start talking first... even if she had heard another girl somewhere else in the crowd bringing up everyone introducing themselves... Hibiki took a deep breath and stepped towards the nearest person.

"My name is Tachibana Hibiki!" she introduced herself, "My favorite food is rice and rice! Since we'll be working together, we should get to know each other!"

[User]
Narancia glared with pursed lips and crossed eyes at the woman speaking. If there was one thing that, Narancia disliked, it was long winded speeches about things he didn't care about. That and maths. Who was she to take him out of his work just to help her with hers? Of course, he had to accept the job, it would have been what, Bruno wanted, but the mere audacity of the girl made him slightly angry.

Nevertheless, as she disappeared he looked at the rest of the group and despaired. A bunch of little girls coupled with a few alright looking fighters here or there. Nevertheless, he kept his guard up, Pesci didn't look like much of a threat, yet he and his brother almost killed the entire gang.

The sound of buzzing could be heard as Aerosmith was summoned and hovered near to, Narancia's head, the radar hovering just in front of his eye. Better to be safe than sorry, or all he knew this could be some trick from the boss. When the subject of introducing themselves came into place, Narancia did the first thing he thought of, and asked their age. A pecking order had to be made in his mind, otherwise he had no way of knowing who was beneath him.
"The name's Narancia Ghirga, member of Buccellati's Gang, first things first, how old are all of you?"


[System]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zectoll is a goblin of average height and build. What distinguishes him from his brethren is peculiarly large and pointy ears, and his large wide mouth filled with gleaming white teeth. Zectoll almost always has a self amused grin on his face.

Personality: Zectoll is a goblin who gives off the appearance of being calm, collected, and self amused. Zectoll does not like to show mental emotional weakness, dealing with tragedy and loss with dark humor. Zectoll is highly driven and disciplined when it comes to accomplishing the goals that he has set for himself. It is in the furtherance of these goals that the calm collected aspect of Zectoll's personality gives way to burning passion. In times of challenge or conflict Zectoll often gets fired up into a frenzy, giving his all to the task at hand. He enjoys undertaking a mighty challenge, not only for material rewards but also the glory of overcoming the odds.

For Zectoll there is no right or wrong, there is only victory or defeat. All things are permitted in the pursuit of victory, save betraying his friends and family. Zectoll is a very loyal to those he calls friends, and will go to great lengths to help them. To him, there is little point in acquiring wealth and glory if there is no one to share and revel in it with.

Past Life History: In his past life Zectoll was a man known as Leon Tracy, also known as Lucky Ace. He grew up a poor street urchin, getting by from pick pocketing, thievery, and shell games. As he grew older he became proficient in many card tricks, cons, and various other games gamblers play. Thus he went through life as a professional gambler, cheating his way into the pockets of unsuspecting marks. Eventually he and his friends put together a thriving business with all their ill gotten cash. Ace would meet his demise from alcohol poisoning during a night of binge drinking in celebration of the success he and his friends had found in their business ventures.

Birth Skill: Physical Adroitness - Zectoll is quick and skillful in body, possessing a great measure of readiness and grace in physical activity; especially in skill and ease in using the hands.

 Acquired Skills
 Savage Strike: a very violent attack, savage strike not only causes heavy damage to the target but can scare the enemies around them. At higher levels can cause fear from other enemies.
 Predator Stance:the predetor stance is a permanent ability that can be switched on or off by the goblin. The stance gives the goblin muffled movement and ambush bonus when not detected before attacking. Much like a predator that silently gets closer to its prey before it strikes with ferocity.
 unarmed fighting beginner: the goblin has learned how to use his fist to throw a jab properly more knowledge is needed to be a proper unarmed fighter
 crafting beginner
 Adrenaline Surge! This goblin grinning widely and using superior speed and power to win against his opponent learned this enhancement skill. This skill can only be used when the goblin is fighting an opponent equal or stronger them himself, Adrenaline surge allows this goblin to enhance his speed and his strength incredibly. However once the fight is finished the goblin will automatically have his adrenaline surge stop forcing him to feel every ache and pain he experienced till its conclusion.
 CounterstrikeThis skill was learned when the goblin was able to strike his opponent despite the attack that was used against him by his opponent. This skill is a passive skill allowing the goblin to judge how he can attack his enemy while avoiding the full force of his opponents attack.

Blessings

-Honor the fallen  Has learned to honor those that die, as a result gains a higher affinity with death

Curses
-Chain of Grief Chained grief now follows the goblins and death is now a permanent fear in their minds: Each are weaker to psychological attacks but now understand death better and as such gain more influence into joining the Death or Hooded class

Other: Zectoll has a great fondness for organ meat, for it's spongy texture. Zectoll also has a great fondness of blood, for it's metallitc taste and deep red luster.

Equipment
-Stone Spear
-Alpha Rabbit Horn
-Alpha Rabbit pelt
-Dirty Loincloth
-Fist Fang - A primitive knuckle weapon made from cloth and wolf bones.

I am a mighty Goblin.

[User]
Lomen
@El Noche@Duoya@December@Heyitsjiwon

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 Lomen allowed for the service to finish before approaching each make-ship gravestone and getting onto his knees to send a short personal prayer for each of them. He spend a good few minutes looking at the stones and decided to give thanks to those who were almighty.

  "For the gods above and below, thank you. I thank you for this chance at life and to live as free as my will can allow. I thank you for the water, the earth, the warmth of light, the cool of shade, and the wind from the sky. I thank you for your lessons of the danger and rewards I have seen thus far. Above all else, thank you all for creating this world I live in. Please do guide me so that I may lead my allies into places of well being and to live a truthful life. I hope to make you proud."

 When he finished his thanks to the gods above, he felt refreshed mentally. He wasn't sure if they truly existed, but it felt like a good thing to do in order to remind himself that he indeed is astonishingly lucky to have this life when two others had it snatched away before even a week alive. With that finished, he took a moment to stretch out and get ready for the hunt. He wore the pelt of the rabbit over his chest, as to cover some of his upper front and back. Some protection is better than nothing, even if it is only a pelt. Standing up, Lomen went to the entrance of the cave and looked back in at the optimistic goblin.

 "Just be careful not to get impaled by a horned rabbit. They move pretty fast. I am going to head out as well, you and anyone else willing to hunt are welcome to join me." Lomen did not mind having to hunt alone, but it would be nice to have someone to help. If anything it increased his chances of survival as well as the other goblins.

[Assistant]
Numerous hours were spent, scouring the cave for just the appropriate stone. Kishi planned to build a similar structure for Xaal if he did not return by tomorrow, but the search compelled him to find the stone. He clutched his own stone in his hands, just as he found a stone, roughly half his height. The rock he had found weighed nearly as much as he did, and it too multiple hours to drag it back to his corner of the cavern. Just as he managed to pull it there, he quickly fell asleep, not even eating the rabbit he had caught that night.

 It felt like he had just closed his eyes when Grandpa began to call all the goblins to him. Kishi rose groggily, slolwly limping his way towards the cave mouth. Standing before him, Grandpa and the other goblins were surrounding a rock with strange lettering. Despite never learning to read, Kishi knew what they meant.

 Xaal had not returned last night.

 The ramblings of Grandpa passed through Kishi's mind, not even registering properly. As soon as the speech was over, Kishi quickly turned and walked away. He wasn't going to stay there. Not when it was his fault that they died in the first place. If he wasn't such a coward, if he didn't run, maybe he could have saved them. Even if he couldn't, at least he wouldn't need to live with this guilt.

 Kishi slowly made it back to his corner, leaning against the now useless rock. Tears threatened to erupt from his face, and he gripped his spear until his knuckles turned white. This wasn't right. He wasn't going to let them go. He was going to kill those damn monsters and, at the very least, get whatever was left of the two goblins. As he made this resolution, the weakest goblin in the cave... Walked up to him?

 "Goblin Kishi, strongest of the cave. The one who has seen death with his own eyes. The one who has killed yet has not been killed. Show me what you have learned of life and death, for on this day, I ZECTOLL! will be your hunting party."

 Kishi slowly began to get up, and faked a smile.

 "Of course I will show you! However... I will decide where we go to hunt. After all, you have never been outside before right, Brother Zectoll? Here, this is yours now."

 Kishi tossed the stone spear, the one that had never been used, towards the goblin.

,@December,@Jangel13,@The 4 Winds,@Duthguy,@El Noche

[User]
"Of course I will show you! However... I will decide where we go to hunt. After all, you have never been outside before right, Brother Zectoll? Here, this is yours now."

 Kishi tossed the stone spear, the one that had never been used, towards the goblin.

Instinctively Zectoll raised one hand into air, letting the spear fall firmly into his hand. He looked at the weapon with glee holding it awkwardly in his hands. The conception of such a weapon was beyond him and he was unsure of its direct applications and how best to use it. He slowly began twirling the spear in his hands, slowly transitioning from left to right to spinning it above his head. He ended the maneuver with the spear point facing outwards with his feet planted in a wide stance.  Yes, never have I been outside the cave, nor stood upright for more than twenty minutes. But I am ready now...Brother Kishi? Zectoll had spent little time speaking with the other Goblins, the convention of referencing each other by brother and sister was rather odd.

 Thank you for this opportunity. I will follow where ever you lead. I will wait for you at the mouth of the cave when you are ready.

Zectoll bowed, and then walked to the mouth of the cave, head held high, spinning and twirling the spear like a baton.

"Just be careful not to get impaled by a horned rabbit. They move pretty fast. I am going to head out as well, you and anyone else willing to hunt are welcome to join me."

Zectoll stopped playing with his new spear to regard the goblin who had just addressed him. A look of admiration appearing on his face as he examined the Goblin's equipment, and most notably the pelt the goblin wore on his chest.  You have tasted of death as well, like Goblin Kishi. Horned rabbits are fierce opponent yes, Goblin Lomen? Zectoll said as he rubbed his chin. Impalement, Zectoll inquired about the word in his head? Zectoll took his spear and performed a swift jab into the air.  Zectoll thinks that it is the horned rabbit who should worry about being impaled Zectoll said to Lomen with a sly grin on his face. I am waiting on Goblin Kishi, he agreed to teach one such as I what he has learned of life and death. You also seem to have knowledge of life and death. Would you join our party as well? Zectoll said to Lomen, an eager grin splayed across his face.