[System]
Race: Human (Deathless)
Gender: Male
Age: 42 (appears in his mid 20's)
Psychological Profile:

A passive man, usually friendly and non-aggressive. He has a great sense of humor. Tends to be a bit cynical at times. When focused on a case, the case comes first, alienating himself from anyone not helping him to solve it. He has shown to have a strong will, his years of work not slowing down his determination one bit.

His immortality has seemingly dulled his sense of self-preservation. He has gone into dangerous circumstances, knowing he can't die. When dismembered, he's just as calm, if a little annoyed, as usual. He's even used his dismembered limbs for practical jokes. Strangely, Douglas has reported to still feel pain, so it's unknown if this still occurs with dismemberment.

Background:

Born in 1986, much of Douglas' life was normal. He grew up in a loving household, graduated high school on the honor roll, and went to college to become a forensic investigator. After getting his Bachelor's at 19, he worked part-time as a forensic scientist for the NCPD, while studying for his next degree. Eventually, he worked his way into a full-time position as a CSI. For the next few years, he assisted the NCPD in catching many criminals.

One day, when he was 25, he was investigating the seemingly sacrificial murders of the city's residents. The MO had lined up with a similar case years before his time, Serial Killer Markus Durian, so he decided to investigate the condemned house of the murderer to see if there were any connections. This is when he was ambushed and captured by a group of cultists, The Durian Cult, whom idolized the previous killer and thought he was onto something big before he was captured. They performed a ritual, and branded him with a circle in his middle-back (dubbed "The Mark of Cain" or "The Endless Cycle"). It's assumed that the cultists must have misunderstood Markus's notes, for the ritual had made Douglas "Deathless", and he could no longer die. They tortured him with his newfound immortality for the next day, until the day after when the NCPD raided the home and found the cultists, along with Douglas, in the basement.

Following some months of paid leave and therapy, Douglas was back to the NCPD, the encounter with the cultists having only strengthened his resolve. He worked for the next 5 years unaware of his affliction with undeath, believing what the cultists did to him involved hallucigenics. But then, one fateful day, he was investigating the crime scene of a possible gang shooting. A crowd of people who knew the victims had gathered, and Douglas was lightly questioning one of them when 3 cars slowly passed the scene. The passengers rolled down the windows and open-fired on the crowd, injuring and killing many civilians and officers alike, before speeding away. Douglas was hit 3 times in the chest during the drive-by. But as he got up from the floor, he felt fine, feeling his chest, there were bullet-holes in his shirt, but no wounds in his body.

After being sent home that day, hiding the bulletholes from his colleagues, he went into his bathroom and cut his hand open. After a few moments, it healed right back up before his very eyes. Then, he did something very stupid: he took his gun, pointed it at his chest, and fired. For a second, he thought he was dead, having just been an crazy idiot. But then he woke up moments later, alive, slouched against the bathroom wall. But the bullet did hit the wall directly behind him.

He hid his Deathless state from his coworkers for the next coming years. Occult occurances were becoming more and more common. Then, in 2019, OIA came around. Douglas immediately applied for a job and told them of his predicament. Including a demonstration. He was hired on as a senior R&D member ever since, investigating the world of the Occult.

Assigned Division:
R&D Department
Specialization:
Occult Forensics Expert
CSI
Training:
Forensic Degree
Expert Occult Researcher
Basic Firearms Training

Relevant Experience:
Years of Forensic Training during his police days.

Notes:

While he has gone through therapy Douglas can still be found at times simply staring off into nothing.

When testing the lengths of his immortality, Douglas's dismembered arm decomposed at a near-instant rate after a day of seperation, and he proceeded to grow another within a few minutes.

His parents have both passed, and Douglas has no other family, being an only child. And, through his own reports, it seems he cannot reproduce.

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In his final moments Darc saw what Lenny saw. He was just moving some props around the back when her heard a struggle. Lenny barely had time to even ask what happened when suddenly men in yellow cloaks surrounded him and the other actors and stage hands. Some of the stronger men tried to fight, but were easily killed. Those who tried to fight or run were killed almost instantly. Those who surrendered were tied up with ropes, some forced into strange outfits the strangers pulled from the costume room. And that's when the slaughter began. One by one the others were killed in various gruesome methods, either by slit throats, stabbings, or other methods that Lenny didn't have the stomach to watch. But he'd hear it. Their choked screams and cries for mercy.

Soon it came to Lenny and some of the others. There didn't seem to be any purpose for why these people were chosen; Lenny himself didn't even have an acting role yet. Then he felt something sharp enter his body. He didn't know at first but a few seconds later the agonizing pain wracked his body as he was barely able to look and see he had been impaled by rebar spikes. Between the pain and tears however Lenny did see something, something that Darc needed if he wanted to find out who did this.

Lenny saw a man, a sophisticated looking man. Perhaps in his early forties, black hair, grey eyes, trim goatee. A face that Lenny didn't recognize but Darc saw enough that he'd be able to try and match it to the OIA database later. He heard the man say that their work was done, that they needed to head to the chapel and help their other "brothers" there. Once they were finished there was only one more thing left to do before their lord was back. Lenny tried to hold out for longer but the wounds he sustained were killing him quickly. The last thing he saw was one of the other actors who managed to crawl out before any of the others noticed him. And with him, the prayers that someone will stop this madness. And with that everything turned black.

In the span of that one second Darc gained this information and immediately brought up his pad to store the information into his database. Accessing his digital spellbook he stored Lenny's memories within and uploaded the data to the OIA cloud storage. Once he gets back to base he'll be able to break down and process this information individually. Lenny was diligent in using his dying moments to give Darc as much info as he could, though it wasn't fool proof. Lenny was a regular human and there's a good chance that the man he saw might've been in a mortal disguise like Darc is right now. His fear and horror also would warp Lenny's perception of reality so that was something else Darc would need to process through. But it was evidence nonetheless. Better than nothing.

"They have one more ritual before they're ready to summon their dread lord, or whoever it is that caused them to do this." Darc said outloud as he took pictures of Lenny and the others on the stage. "Men in yellow cloaks did this to them. Guessing it might have to do with the King in Yellow from the old stories. Some harbinger of misfortune or some such, I'm not familiar with the elder mythos. In any case they have a chapel too. And more importantly, I have a face to look for." Darc pulled up the image of the man that Lenny saw, showing it to the others. Hopefully they might recognize it. Even if they didn't Darc will make sure to have his familiars know this face so they can either find information or even better, find him.

"Recognise it?"

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~Katherine~

"Son of a bitch-!" Before she could react, that madman had somehow managed to sneak up on her, wrapping his weak little hands around her neck. His frantic look did nothing but cause her to snarl. Thankfully for him, he didn't attempt that long, otherwise she'd have put a bullet in him. "Fucking hell..." She snarled, watching apathetically as the man ran, only to be snagged by the now presumably awakened creature and dragged back into the darkness.

Screams filled the air, but it wasn't anything she hadn't heard or even seen before. The beast presented itself before them spouting some nonsense about Lord Kaiwan. Thoroughly unimpressed, Kat's mouth slowly turned into a sadistic grin as she imagined just what fighting this beastie was going to be like. It lurched forwards, amalgamation of teeth and obscene flesh intent on making a meal out of her. Well, unfortunately for the beastie she wasn't quite an easy snack unless she was drunk.

Kat dove to the side, sprinting and making sure she was clear of the beasts charge before turning, firing a few rounds from Remy at the beast before moving again, intent on staying mobile.

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Nova Amherst

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After giving a quick assessment of the scene, Isaac led Nova and the other detectives into the theatre. It was dark, and a little colder than she expected.

Then the smell hit. A sharp metallic, coppery, like old coins.

Bodies littered across the interior of the room, all staring with their grotesque, coerced smiles and glassy irises. She didn't have enough time to turn back out the door before involuntarily retching at the scene. A scene - that's exactly what it was. The murderer was the director of a play, and the victims his unwilling actors.

Nova's knees felt weak. As much as she didn't want to, she forced her legs to wobble closer to the corpses. If she couldn't do at least this much, she would be in the wrong line of work.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Nova spoke solemnly, as one of the detectives stood beside Lenny's body. She was devastated to hear that one of the OIA's detectives would be connected to one of the victims here. She couldn't imagine how it must feel if someone she knew had been defiled in this way as they died.

Isaac brought up the correlation between the scene and some sort of ritual, or cultist behaviour. Nova twiddled her thumbs - she didn't know enough about cult belief systems to pitch in a good lead, but Darc easily pulled up a photo of a suspect. Her head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. Maybe he had some ability she wasn't aware of.

"I don't have any leads on the guy, but I think there are other ways we might be able to track down the people involved." Her eyes scanned the room, stopping at the yellow centrepiece of the stage. She gulped, before continuing, "If you say we're looking for men in yellow cloaks, maybe we can start by looking at local fabric stores for particularly large purchases of yellow fabric dated back to before this incident, or similar incidents started happening. Well, I doubt H&M is selling cultish yellow cloaks."

Nova managed a chuckle despite the situation, but quickly cleared her throat and continued. "Um, well, I'm not sure if that will get us any leads but it's worth a try. We might also have some luck looking through past cases for similarities; my intuition is telling me that a cult would do smaller test runs before a big, 50-person ritual to summon their demon lord."

[Assistant]
Douglas had already taken a few pictures before he began piecing them together. Something about this scene had seemed so familiar. That's when it hit him: he'd already seen it before. He's looked over countless occult texts, and he remembered this cast of characters in particular. It was from an old tome OIA had found in Syria and stored away.

"Hold on a second, I recognize this..."

He approached and gestured to the bodies, quoting from the Tome:

"His Holy Knight, to enforce his divine rule... His Royal Spymaster, to seek and destroy those who would oppose him... His High Priest, to spread his good word... and his Royal Mage, to seek out the lost knowledge and enlighten him on the ways to spread his influence..."

Douglas stops just in front of the main figure.

"... And King Kaiwan himself, divine ruler of the city-state of Carcosa."

He turns to his coworkers to elaborate.

"Well, his version of 'divine' and 'holy' is more akin to 'indulgence', allowing rape, murder, destruction... and unnatural creation."


[System]
Age: 26
Job: Police Officer
Favorite Drink: Dr. Pepper
Extra:
While Zoe is an excellent shot, she tends to prefer her baton. She tends to be a little impulsive, though has good intentions. Extremely protective over those that manage to get close to her, she is all too willing to do anything necessary to protect them.

Name: Elibelle Franko
Age: 19
Hates: Snakes
Loves: Books
Extra:
Elibelle is Chase's halfsister. The pair share the same mother, though aren't very close. In fact they had only recently learned of eachother's existence and are still getting to know one another.

Name: Chase Glenwood
Age:30
Likes: Dogs and fried catfish
Dislikes: Anyone touching his glasses.
Power: Encourage faster healing
Extra:
Chase was a medic in the army, and did most of his medical training through them. He had just gotten out of the sevice when the apocalypse happened. He and Zoe grew up together as he was her older brother's best friend.

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Micah was surprised to see that the group had established a hideout of some kind within the city. He and Nev had only recently gotten there that morning and ran into trouble right away, which was something that wasn't uncommon anymore. He followed Elibelle as she lit a lantern and led the way as Chase was holding up the rear. His grip on his steel pole tightened as they entered. "This town isn't the safest, how long have you guys been here?"

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The man watched Zoe in action as she had come up with a plan to slow their pursuers. It was a simple, junkyard plan but it worked as the firecrackers she used startled the group of men, them thinking it was multiple shots being fired at them. Nev chased after Zoe as she bolted away after the firecrackers went off. But with all the noise and commotion the two had drawn out another group of unwanted attention.

Zoe was a few feet in front of him when he noticed three zombies to their left, shooting two with his own gun. The gunshots rang throughout the air, with Nev knowing full well that the noise wasn't good. "Zoe!" Nev shouted. He turned to his right, which was a run-down shop of some kind, taking notice that it was two stories. He jangled the doorknob but had no luck, but like a reflex when something didn't open with a handle these days Nev just kicked it open. Raising his leg he struck the door with a forceful spartan kick, opening it. "Come on!"

He noticed more zombies were coming their way thanks to his loud gun, sighing at how careless he had become since befriending Micah. He waved at his new friend and signaled to the stairs within the building. "Upstairs, we need to get to the roof!"

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"We've been here for two days now. We stopped to resupply a bit before we move on." Elibelle answered while Chase reset the trap and then closed the doors behind them, following the others in. "We'll probably leave shortly after Miss Zoe and Nev get back. We haven't been sticking around in one spot very long."

"Where are you two headed?" Chase asked as he emptied his pack into their supplies, then held his hand out for Elibelle's. The young woman surrendered it unquestioningly and plopped down on the floor, clearly deciding a rest was in order.

Zoe jumped at the gun shots, raising her gun and taking out the third zombie easily. Her eyes were wide, and she was wondering when she had gotten so careless. Being cocky out here could get one killed easily, and it very well almost got her right then. Quickly, she back tracked to Nev, zipping up the stairs without question, keeping her gun at the ready. "Right." She fully intended to thank him later, though for right now, she focused on getting out of this with their lives. "Over there!" Noticing a dormer with a window that led onto the sloped roof, she simply kicked the window frame out seeing as how Nev wouldn't have been able to get out the open window with how small it was. Slipping out onto the shingled roof, she quickly surveyed their options. To the left there was a building that they could probably jump across to the roof of, and on the right the gap was too large to consider. Behind the shop, there was a rickety looking shed that they could walk along and get past the wooden fence that enclosed the back area where the employees had once parked, judging from the sign.

"Which way do you think we should go?" Zoe asked quickly, walking to the edge of the roof to see how much attention they had drawn. There were sixteen zombies she could see from her vantage point all headed towards the front of their building.

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"We've just got into town this morning," Micah said. He hesitated a moment thinking if it was okay or not to answer Chase's question. He knew Nev would have gave him his death eyes if he heard him just spilling the beans so nonchalantly and being so trusting of these strangers. But the young man couldn't help it. He saw light in the dark reality and wanted to hold that part for as long as he could. "We're just trying to survive. We were thinking of heading to the east coast, checking out the major cities in search of any survivors." He imagined going down south and trying to look for his parents, but he knew it wouldn't have mattered much. If his parents were alive, they wouldn't care, they'd be drinking away their problems like they usually did.

"Have you guys heard of any news from there?"

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"Jump," Nev said. He looked at Zoe's face as it scanned the distance from their roof to the next and then back at the shed in the back of the shop. The shed looked like the wind could knock it down and it was probably in more need of repair than anything. Their best chances was to probably just jump across to the other building and hope the zombies don't notice and have the common sense to check the building beside the shop. The burly man took two steps back before lunging across the roof to the building next door.

He tumbled and rolled as his landing was less than graceful, but as that was how he could best describe himself it made sense. He wasn't the most elegant of men, but he was sturdy and dependable, and that worked. Thankfully the roof was flat and it had a door that lead back to the inside. He turned around, noticing zombie heads through the window they had come out of on the opposing window. If they were to jump across, would they make it too?

Nev didn't want to stay and find out though. Running to the door he tugged it open and waved to Zoe yet again. "You take the lead, I'll cover you." It made more sense in his head if she were to lead them into the house. She was lighter and would cause less noise as they creaked around, hopefully with no zombies or people in the house, things would be smooth sailing from here until they could meet up with the others again.

[Assistant]
"From the information we were able to gather, it's like this all over now. Anywhere there were large populations before the apocalypse hit is swarmed by those things. There have been rumors of a group of scientists that were trying to reverse this zombie virus, but we haven't heard anymore about it. Who knows, maybe they'll succeed." Elibelle offered up the information freely, being open with Micah.

"Major cities are dangerous, and not just from the infected. It's the survivors that are the true danger. Desperation brings out some of the worst in some and the best in others. People will do whatever they need to in order to survive, even if it means murdering others. I honestly can't say my group is much different. We don't go out with the intention of killing people, but if it's us or them they won't get far." Chase added, speaking to both of them but watching Micah. "You and your friend have nothing to fear from us so long as you two don't threaten us."

"Chase... Isn't that a little rough?" Elibelle asked hesitantly giving Micah an apologetic look.
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Zoe let him go first with a sharp nod and proceeded to leap across once she had enough room. She hit the other roof and rolled once, ass over head, before popping to her feet quickly. Efficient, and practical with few wasted movements just like she had been trained for.

"Got it." Her response was short and to the point, her voice quiet. There was no point in making any more noise than absolutely necessary right at the moment until they got to somewhere safer. Moving through the house with her gun out, she checked around every corner quickly, pleased to find everything was silent as they moved through the house. Finding a side door with a window next to it, she grinned as she checked finding an empty alley on the other side.

Quickly, she checked the door, finding it conveniently unlocked. The muzzle of her gun flicked first right then left as she checked to ensure the alley was empty. Once she was satisfied, she turned right once more and moved swiftly along the alley, stopping at the end to look and see what was going on in this direction before making a split second decision.

"This way." She whispered to Nev before dashing across the street and into another Alley. "We're reach the others shortly."

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Nev followed without words, darting after Zoe as she went from one alleyway to the next, trying to be as conspicuous as possible. Soon enough the two made their way to a door which looked like it lead to a cellar underground. But that's when a gunshot broke the silence that the two daylight ninjas were trying to avoid. Roars and murmurs began echoing through the alleyways as Nev could tell from the distance that a horde of zombies were very close by. Panic rushed in as he turned to Zoe, "We need to get the other's and move out now."

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The sound of a gunshot rang through the cellar, which surprised Micah, causing him to jump up and grip his metal pole, ready for action. "That sounded really close." He turned to his two new friends, with a crooked smile. "It's probably Nev and Zoe... right?" But the kid knew better than that. Micah knew that Nev wouldn't just fire for the hell of it, there was always an intention behind making all that noise, at least that's what he observed from being with the brooding man for so long. Micah was the one who made noise for unnecessary reasons, causing him to grief, but Nev was the opposite.

[Assistant]
When Nev spoke, Zoe was already disarming the trap and yanking the doors open as Chase grabbed their packs and starting dragging the wagon twards the doors they came in through. "No. It wasn't them. Neither one would have shot a normal gun this close to us. We move now." Chase ordered as he grabbed one end and Zoe came darting down to grab the other end with Elibelle as they lifted it out of the cellar, the three of them having a hard time with it with the weight it carried. Zoe rusled for a moment in the bags and pulled out a few things, a pair of grenades and a larger rifle with a large clip.

"For emergencies." Zoe placed a granade in Nev's hand. "Pull the pin and throw it. We should go this way." Zoe then began moving in the opposite direction of the zombie noises, followed by an unprotesting Chase who pulled the wagon assisted by Elibelle, who pushed it. Quickly, Zoe checked each and every alley, making sure it was clear for the others with her baton out, the new gun on her back, and the silenced pistol in her other hand, the small pouch on her side buldging slightly with the added granade in it.

"I guess it was a good thing we raided that army base..." Elibelle spoke softly to Micah, looking at Zoe.

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"Yeah, good thing." Micah said following along with the rest of the group. The young man turned to his friend who he felt like it was years since he last saw him, giving him a puppy dog eyed glance.

"I'm fine," Nev replied, inching closer to Micah as he stuck the grenade in his backpack. He patted the young man on the back, nodding with approval. "We're going to stick around with them for awhile, at least until we're clear. The woman Zoe knows what she's doing."

Micah returned with a nod of agreement. He liked the group so far, Chase was a good guy and it helped that Elibelle was around his age and that she was easy to talk to. They hadn't had anyone else but each other for awhile now, so being a part of a bigger group also lifted the mood and the load on trying to survive.

"You don't have a crush on her now do you?" Micah said jokingly.

Nev rose an eyebrow, smirking and shaking his head. "That's the last thing I need in my life, kid."

The young man chuckled, lightening the tension of the serious situation. But he snapped back to reality as he heard the moans and gurgles of the zombies. Micah quickly rushed over to Elibelle and helped her push the car, "If you guys need help with anything just let us know. We're in this too."

Nev was bringing in the rear as he turned his body around, facing the way they had came from. He pointed his gun as he back-peddled along with the group. His concentration was marked to see if any zombies or even if any of the bandits were on their tail, with his peripheral vision helping him steer clear of obstacles in the alleyway.

[Assistant]
"Thank you. I'm sure they'll let us know what they want us to do. Zoe is really good about making her thoughts clear." Elibelle responded to Micah. Chase was scanning the rooftops as he pulled the wagon along, thankful for Micah and Elibelle's help.

Zoe was leading them farther and farther from where they heard the zombies moving, changing their course and picking off two zombies with her silenced pistol before they could scream and summon their brethren. As they got farther away, Zoe's route became a little more direct, still staying to the alley ways.

"At least we dodged that." Elibelle sighed in relief as they neared the edge of the city a little bit later.

"It's not over yet. We still haven't seen any more of those assholes that were chasing Nev and Micah. I imagine they're pretty pissed off if they're still alive." Zoe commented. "After all, I doubt they all made it out of that alley unscathed. Heck, the horde almost got us too. By the way, thank you, Nev. You really saved my ass back there."

Elibelle and Chase both looked at Nev with curiosity, Chase with surprise as well.

"That's a surprise." Chase commented in a curious voice.


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"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.

Not something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.

A neat little list:
-Good at alchemy
-Fairly intelligent
-Beginner Botanist
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

And when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Nation of Origin:
Astril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.

Nation Lore:
Astril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.

In the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.

Overtime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...

Eventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.

Of course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.

Misc:
-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.
-A bit of a Meritocracy
-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

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The native reentered the cave, she did her best not to look around for the remains of the rabbit although smelled what was likely the scent of a dinner well eaten by the barbarian. Aside from a slight bit of nausea though, the meal was eaten long enough ago that the woman quickly recovered.

Taking a brief look around, the place indoors seemed relatively clean and Charlotte was doing something in the back ... as the other woman turned around and the native saw the skin though Catriona quickly turned her gaze away. At least nothing went to waste, she supposed.

"... you're not going to eat me, right?" Although the statement would have likely been comical to many, it seemed that the native was genuinely concerned.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Eat you?" Charlotte turned away from where she was hanging up the skin, glad she had actually decided to put away the bones and not to try and preserve any of the organs for now. She gave Cait a disbelieving, somewhat annoyed expression. "Why in the name of the stars would I do that?" She replied with obvious hostility. "That is something reserved for the uneducated barbarians that I'm certain roam the lands here." Charlotte huffed irritably, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. She of course, didn't mean to imply that Cait or her people were such things but if that was how she took it, there was little she could do to take back her words.

"Now, if you don't mind...it might seem like an odd request," Charlotte paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to ask this. There was really no way to go about asking this delicately, was there? "A lock of your hair. May I have it?" Honestly, her curiosity was getting the best of her here. It was likely a bad time for asking considering their...rocky, relationship but she might not get another chance to study it if she didn't ask. "I would simply like to run a few tests on it."

There wasn't much she could learn with her limited supplies and materials, but she wanted to take a chance on potentially learning something, even if a little.

[User]
The native let out a sigh of relief as she was assured that she was not in fact about to be eaten, although the comment about uneducated barbarians made the orange haired woman raise an eyebrow. No one on this island ate people, or even the friends in the wild. What sort of absurd notion was that?

Although the train of thought was interrupted as the other woman decided to instead ask about having a strand of hair. After blinking a few times in though, the native offered a reply as one of her hands ran through her mane, picking out some loose strands and handing them over. "... It would be detrimental to cut it, but you can claim what falls out." The foreigner would realize the strands that were disconnected still had a slight glow in them. Caitriona was curious about what Charlotte's plans were, but she didn't bother asking.

"Also, none of our people or anyone on this island even touches the bodies of our friends, why would we harm eachother?" The native clearly was a little ticked off, but she wanted to learn what the other girl had to say.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Hmm...this will do, though I am curious as to what would happen otherwise..." Charlotte stared at her for a few seconds as a few theories ran through her head. Afterwards, though, she simply sighed and turned back to her desk. "...your people are surprisingly kind, then." If she sounded a little surprised, or perhaps jealous she was a little of both. Back in Astril, those that lived outside of the tower in the wastes were...well, not the kindest sort. Especially to the residents of Astril. Granted, she supposed they had every reason to be hostile given some...events. Even those in Astril weren't...'kind' to one another. It was a corrupt Meritocracy at its finest, really.

For the most part though, Charlotte didn't elaborate. She wanted nothing to do with the place ever again, if she could help it.

Instead, she set to work on whatever it was she normally did. She placed the given hairs inside of a glass flask, before filling it with some sort of clear solution from a hollowed out coconut shell. It'd do in place of glass for now, until she had time to make more.

[User]
The native raised an eyebrow as the other woman commented. Surprisingly kind? Did ... did her people kill each other frequently, then? For a few moments, Caitriona watched the other woman work her alchemy with curious eyes then looked off to the side. Despite her friendliness, her gifts, and her aid the other woman was as closed up as always. It was irritating to be truthful, but the native didn't feel a lot like asking the other woman about her life specifically.

But perhaps a simple question wouldn't be too much?

"Do your people ... hurt each other frequently, then?" The girl's hair glowed slightly more brilliantly - along with that in the solution if it wasn't hampered in any way - as the night sky continued downwards. "Is there not enough food to go around? Is that why you must kill friends and each other?"

That was the only thing the native could imagine driving people into conflict.

[Assistant]
"Food? No," Charlotte replied with a scoff. "We have an entire floor dedicated to both growing food, as well as breeding livestock." She swirled the solution around, with a cleaned, wooden stirrer she crafted causing it to bubble slightly before letting it sit in a corner of the desk by itself. Really, this was not a conversation she wanted to have with the native. Naivety was bliss, as some might say at the tower. It was...refreshing, really, as somewhat annoying as it was.

"A shortage of food isn't such a silly motivation. There hasn't been famine in the tower for...well, not since the Grand Deacon Astril." She commented, walking away from the table and past Cait and towards the small cot she made for herself. Besides, she was sorely misunderstanding the sorts of things that went on at the tower. They didn't exactly kill each other, not, even that was a bit of a taboo to kill a colleague. Them dying in the name of 'research' though, was perfectly acceptable. And to those outside the tower...well. A lot of things happened in the name of research.

"Now, unless you have any other inane questions about things I don't feel like explaining," She said, once again not elaborating on exactly what caused them to 'kill' each other. "Perhaps you can actually be of use for once."


[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Human

World of Origin: Earth

Are you a member of TRIDENT?: Yes!
If so, what is your job/specialty?: Physicist / human radar

Appearance: Gemma is 5'7 at best, with dark skin and long black hair in braids. Her build is about average, neither thin nor fat, and both of her arms have sleeves of black ink tattoos—flowers. When not in uniform, she dresses casually, shorts or jeans and colorful blouses or t-shirts.

Abilities and skills: Gemma is sensitive to particles, electricity, and magnetism, basically meaning she's really good at sensing disturbances in "the force"—including cosmic rays, solar winds, nuclear accidents, and streams of particles with not quite so straightforward causes. As a result of this, she's the team's living radar, with the ability to detect and roughly locate bursts of radiation. Her electricity thing means she can function as a human potato light bulb science project, and she can charge her phone without a plug (albeit slowly).

Outside of all that physics stuff, she made it through basic training so she's tolerably athletic. When her average hand-to-hand skills won't cut it, though, she can shoot straight with a standard issue pistol.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
(+) She's a genius. She got her PhD when she was just 23 and is really, really into quantum physics.
(-) Her knowledge is not always terribly practical and her social skills are slightly below average.
(+) Cool particle/magnetic sensitivity thing!
(-) Like a psychologist who can't always describe her feelings, the vocabulary regarding what Gemma is feeling is sometimes lacking. She has learned to recognize the differences between many different events, but weird, inexplicable feelings still sometimes persist. Also, increased solar activity sucks.
(+) Cool electricity thing may or may not work on brains?
(-) The theory is untested. It would require an unconscious subject willing to get their head messed with. Also, the "cool electricity thing" is probably what causes Gemma's epilepsy.

Equipment Requests: Cell phone, laptop with access to cosmic/solar activity readings from satellites, several devices for the measurement of radiation (including a Geiger counter), and a standard issue pistol.

History: Gemma was born in Florida, only child of an electrician father and librarian mother. Electricity and physics fascinated her from a young age, which both of her parents fostered, though there were certain… inexplicable things about their daughter. Her electricity thing was most apparent—during power outages and thunderstorms, she was known to keep lights and even TVs working, much to the confusion of her family.

When she entered school she flew through, skipping two grades and graduating high school when she was only sixteen. Her parents advised her to take a gap year but she refused, enrolling in the MIT physics program that fall. Her first semester was rough. The new environment posed new challenges, and the close proximity of so much technology (including the presence of a real life linear accelerator) caused her "sixth sense" to act up like crazy. It was uncomfortable, but it helped her learn to filter and recognize what different sensations meant.

The year before her graduation, when she was 20, she began researching with one of her professors at the linear accelerator that had so troubled her during her freshman year. Her leadership—and her smashing together of particles by "feeling"—gained her a co-authorship and some notoriety.

She gained the attention and interest of TRIDENT when she was 23. She was working late during a thunderstorm when the building was struck by lightning not once or twice but four times in quick succession, starting fires and frying the generators keeping the building running. The auto-lock doors jammed and the fourth-floor windows were not ideal for cracking, so Gemma, using a skill reserved for party tricks and emergency phone charging, summoned all her might and zapped the doors open, leading her and her six associates to safety. The event got decent press coverage. Gemma blamed the backup generator kicking in, and the excuse worked, but those that looked closer knew.

On the day she got her PhD, she was approached by people claiming to be from a secret government agency called TRIDENT who wanted to help her understand her talent. Jumping at the excuse to do weird, off the wall physics and understand her quirks, she accepted. In MERCY, she's fairly low ranking, having only been in the group for a little more than a year, but she's eager to understand what exactly these dimensional rift things are.

Personality: Though she works primarily in a lab setting, Gemma is definitely not someone to wait out the action. She's a go-getter—loud, candid, and ready to jump in and help at any time. She isn't always rewarded for this kind of behavior, because she's not necessarily the most outgoing person, but damn it if she won't try. She's a try everything once kinda gal. On the negative end, she can be naïve and idealistic, leading to some dangerous situations. She's sheltered and inexperienced, takes no shit from anyone (even her superiors, which has ended poorly once or twice) and is an angry crier.

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"Pleasure to meet you Herbert!" he answered with a smile as he shook hands. He then extended a finger towards to the boney skeleton "and a pleasure to meet you my tiny skeleton friend" he added with a chuckle. "Say, would you like a name?" he questioned into the skeleton's eye sockets before chuckling once again " what shall we call him? bony skeleton seems too long a name to use all the time wouldn't you agree? Oh and trust me Herbert, I could brew you a concotion that would start a fire in your belly spreading warmth to your head and all the way to your loins" he said with a laugh.

Dimitri followed a few steps behind but paused as he heard a faint voice trailing the wind behind them. Another something or someone had moved towards them during their conversation. Dimitri hoped to himself that it would indeed be another someone as opposed to a something.

He turned into the wind and took a few steps towards the new voice calling to them over the roar of wind that was buffeting his face and whipping his robes to and fro. "Hello there strange new voice!" he answered back squinting into the snow again "We are here! Though exactly where has yet to be decided!" he added waving his arms in hopes that the new comer would see them through the endless blizzard.

[Assistant]
Vata blinked in surprise when the man told him that he could warm him up, but that it would require Vata to trust him. Otherwise, it could harm them in some way. Was this man a Shaper too? He pushed the thought from his head, now was not the time for questions. Idle chatter would only serve to put himself at greater risk of freezing to death.

"I have no reason not to trust you. If you wished me dead, or harmed in some way, you would have already done so. Once you...do whatever it is that will warm me up, we can go visit your friend. As for that crystal, I haven't seen it."

Vata took a moment to look around him. He couldn't see far due to the snow, but he saw his bag poking out of a drift a few steps away. He pulled it out of the snow, and turned back to Xavier.

"Right, you have my trust. Once you do...whatever you're going to do to keep me from shaking myself apart, we can go see your friend."

[User]
Herbert blinked twice. "Does it need a name?" There was no small amount of venom in his voice as he practically hissed at Dimitri. The creature was his hope; if bones could be reanimated, then a fresh corpse should be no trouble, given he could figure out the method. The last thing he needed was anyone to become attached to it. A name was the first step in that direction, a gateway, to humanisation and a sense of identity. It was out of necessity that Herbert had to remain cold, for he knew not yet what had to be done.

Realising how this might offend the brewer after shows of hospitality, Herbert coughed and studied the ground by his feet rather too meticulously before speaking. White mottled the black leather and one shoelace had come undone, but Herbert doubted he had enough control over his fingers to retie it.

"Sorry." Was all he could manage; he had no feasible excuse prepared for the way he acted, and just hoped it was totted up to the stress of the current situation. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, then rubbed the same hand down his face. Sincerity, that's what he needed to muster, so he tried again, even forcing a thin smile upon his face. However, he could not bring himself to make eye contact. "Sorry, my nerves are frayed, call it what you will, I am sure it is open to suggestions."

Heavy flakes fell onto his eyelashes as he turned back to the castle, and chills ran down his spine. The drink was sounding too good to be true. Some of Herbert's spirits returned after his embarrassment, but his voice was noticeably quieter, and flatter: morose. "Maybe we could enjoy it together sometime." Not wanting to question the man, who seemed adamant of the potency of his brews, Herbert allowed himself to envision a drink with such properties.

After only a few brief steps forward, Herbert whirled when the larger man began calling out. Clearly, he thought someone was there, and must have had greater hearing than Herbert, or a less occupied mind, as he had thought it to be merely the wind; it was far too tremulous of a sound. With folded arms, Herbert waited, tapping his foot, whilst the bone creature poked its head out, as if looking for the newcomer. Falling sheets of snow lashed into frenzy by the wind meant that vision was rather limited, but there was a tiny shape approaching. Whilst not visible imposing, Herbert grew tense, and was prepared to run and abandon the drunk if it turned towards the worst.

[Assistant]
Xavier:

~Good he has agreed now I just have to be careful to match his energy before I pass any energy~

"This may give you a feeling of temporary numbness. If it hurts in any way draw back immediately as that means I made a mistake." Xavier said as he put his hand on Vata's shoulder. Concentrating on Vata's energy flow he was a little surprised at the sheer amount inside of him.

~There must be something special about him.~

He began to match the Vata's energy flow and finally matched it. He then sent a tiny bit of fire energy to Vata and to his surprise Vata's energy quickly copied his own much faster than was normal. Removing his hand he waited for Vata's reaction.

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Will did a double-take at the word 'Dame'. He continued walking towards the castle, but asked "A Dame, in an official sense? Can I ask which country?"

He hid his confusion and reservations at the idea, thinking to himself 'I'm pretty sure only a handful of countries haven't abolished or taken the French route with their Inheritory Bourgeoisie, and those that do don't use the European terms. Maybe she's from a very new state, somethng post Cremation? If their rulers call themselves with those names… Would be a shame if that was our first contact with an actual state.'

As they approached the cliff face, whatever conversation was cut short by the immediate problem. Will searched around, but even the most flattering description of the cliff ahead called it slippery, jagged, cold, rocky and deadly. Will was no rock climber, let alone a scary-rocks-in-a-blizzard climber.

"Ah, a tunnel. I'm down for some shelter and a path upwards that isn't an Olympic-level challenge. Rusty bars, the whole thing seems pretty ominous, but I think this is the best way. If I'm not desperate enough to risk it now, I think I will be once I've stayed out here another few minutes or tried to climb up."
If Dzel agrees, they will go into the tunnel. Will has boldly chosen that he would rather be crushed to death in a tunnel than dashed against a cliff face. Some say he might even get up to the castle.

[Assistant]
Vata tried to stay as still as he possibly could through the shivers when Xavier placed his hand on his shoulder. A moment later, Xavier seemed to concentrate on deeply on Vata, and then he felt something. It felt much like he did when Shaping, but there was something unfamiliar about it. The feeling vanished an instant later, and was replaced by a blessed feeling of warmth. Assuming this wasn't just his body being fooled somehow, perhaps he wouldn't spend his last moments freezing to death.

Xavier removed his hand from Vata's shoulder, and Vata quickly gave him a surprised glance. What did he just do to me? He quickly pushed the thought to the side, answers could come later, once they were in somewhere safe, and hopefully warm.

"Much appreciated, Xavier. Now that I probably won't be freezing to death anytime soon, could you lead me to this friend of yours?"

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Xavier:
~Good, good it worked I was worried that it might not~

"Yes, I suppose we should. A bit of a warning, my friend is identical in looks to me. I would explain why now, but it will be easier to explain when we get to him. Hopefully he is unharmed, I have a feeling that we are not the only ones here." Xavier says as he turns to head north.

~Judging by my luck Alexander has probably also found someone. Hopefully he didn't say something to piss them off~

Xavier begins walking in the general direction of Alex priming his senses to any unusual or familiar energies.

"Also I suggest keeping your eyes peeled for any movements, there could be dangers around. And knowing my luck it is more likely than not that there are." He says to Vata over his shoulder.

[Assistant]
The silence was heavy, and not only because of what Zesiro had said. Maybe MOON was dead, maybe they weren't. It didn't really matter, because now they was chasing after their shadow, and whatever MOON had gone up against that had made them lose contact for so long was MERCY's responsibility now too. They could very well be chasing after their deaths.

Gemma shook her head; that was pessimistic talk. They'd be fine. If there was a connection between whatever was happening up on this mountain and what had happened to MOON, they would find out soon enough. They were actually climbing it now, keeping a good pace. She watched the sparse countryside sink below them.

The dark feeling was growing, pulsing, dread thickening and rising from her stomach to her heart. What she felt defied words and explanation on a good day—this feeling was so far from normal that she was pretty sure that the hurt in her head wasn't just from whatever particles she'd been hit with. She felt like anxiety and black bile and wood smoke.

"It's getting stronger," she said, casually as she could. "Do you think the road leads straight to the source?"


[System]
Username: Banana
Race/Species: Human Lycanthrope (Bania)

Gender: Male

Age: 73

Career/Class: Priest of Maestus / Noble

Weapons/Magic:
* A trident, stained at the tip with tiny specks of blood, and of elven-craftsmanship.
* A shield, outfitted with razor-sharp spikes at the crest, perfect for bashing.
* Knowledgable in healing magic, and is an expert at it.

Physical Description:
An old, but muscular man, with a long white beard coming from his face and accenting his wisdom, and a scar coming down from his green eyes, obtained when he was an adventurer back in his golden years. He stands slightly taller than most other men, and he has broader shoulders as well. Ursaren walks with a slight limp, and often uses his trident as a sort of walking-staff when he's not fighting.

Armor:
A set of sky-blue priest robes cover his body, which visibly show signs of mending by someone who is not a tailor. Over the robes, a steel chest piece is equipped, complete with a set of bracers and greaves to accompany it.

Equipment/Other:
A hood covers his face, casting a shadow over his eyes, helping the whole "wise old man" vibe get across to others. He is good with brewing potions and elixirs, even to the point where he made liquid medicine taste decently. He does have a dark secret though, as previously mentioned in his race.
Under a full moon, Ursaren goes through a transformation into a werebear, which he has been afflicted with for a good 44 years. At the current understanding and state Ursaren is at, he is able to become a werebear at will (obtained about 2 years ago, so not much experience with it however) and still be able to speak as one, albeit it's rather basic language. He loses the limp as a werebear, and is a force to be reckoned with when fought alone.

Mental Description/Personality:
Ursaren is a wise, jolly, and rather devious elder. More often than not, he will be glad to share his knowledge over a subject if asked for advice, even going further and giving advice over more things. He believes everyone is good at heart, and is able to change their ways in the name of common good and justice. The downside to his ideals is that he's too trusting of strangers, and can let his judgement lead to his downfall. He also has a habit of getting off topic when he's giving advice, even spiraling into "how when life gives you lemons, make orangeade from magic!"

Goals:
Nobody but Ursaren knows why he's going to the Southlands, and honestly, he'd rather keep it a secret. He may just go for the hell of it, or he may go for more fame. Either way, he'll enjoy the trip and he'll help pass time with stories around a campfire.

Background/History:
* Born into a middle-class Praelior family of merchants and doctors, specializing in medicine and elixirs instead of magic when it came to healing.
* Became the healer for a group of stocky adventurers at the younger age of 23, eventually becoming the party's main defense and last word of what to do in a situation.
* Learned how to cast very basic healing at the age of 24 (He could brew insane potions prior to that.)
* Started using a trident-shield combo at 27, inspired by the adventuring leader's prowess in the skill. Trident was obtained as his share of the loot, and a personal gift from the party leader.
* Cursed by some sort of witch-doctor at 29, leading to him becoming a werebear for the rest of his days. This led to him leaving the party a few months later in fear that he'd hurt them.
* From the ages of 29 to 41, he lived in a small village where he honed his transformations and began following Maestus as a priest.
* At the age of 41, he left the village to go live in Bania and spread the influence of Maestus, while also gaining recognition as a mage and pursuing more studies.
* At the age of 60, a noble in Bania grew very ill and hired Ursaren as a healer/caretaker, eventually growing to the point where the two were best friends.
* The ill noble died when Ursaren hit the age of 71, and left what he owned in Bania to the old priest, and encouraged Ursaren to enjoy life and continue being the fun old man he was.

[User]
Rogs behind of them, a mystery forge in front of them, dark elves possibly around them waiting or coming. Stood there looting, looking at decrepit stuff, until there were bowmen shooting and warriors on the rush. Killed the fools who turned the world over to its fate.

While the Skayleigh was thinking about the situation unfolding in front of him in an almost poetic manner, the urge of tossing all those items of dark-elvish origin into the molten lava around them was increasing. With a tone usually harsh even for him, he directed his words at Ursaren: "Yes, I'm sure it can! Feel free to send in a team of dwarven chisellers and blacksmiths to get this place back in shape! But don't forget to tell them about our mummified bodies beforehand or they might get angry! Frankly are you interested in taking anything from this pile of dubious quality with you ?" At least the bear-man was holding one of the swords in his hand.

An-Hasst let go of a sigh, but only to make room for a fresh intake of air which he could use for grumbling. "I know I'm putting my self at an insanely high risk of repetition, but I think we shouldn't stand around here!" Of course the proud Skayleigh didn't consider himself to be a coward in any way, but also he didn't consider himself to be an idiot. He actually was convinced that a prolonged stay here could turn out to have been a very high risk strategy sooner than they'd think.

At least Geradin appeared to be a little bit on his side. An-Hasst hadn't failed to notice that their dwarven companion was apparently opposed to any looting activity. Also he had been the first to notice that something was wrong here. The giant elf stepped over towards him and bent down in order to reduce the distance between mouth and ear. "Can you sense if there are any other tunnels around here ?"

@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@POOHEAD189

[Assistant]
Well, great. First the Rogs, and now Dark Elves? This certainly wasn't what Settionne had signed up for... well, it was, at least as far as the Dark Elves went, but he still had his reasons to be scared out of his wits! And worst of all, nothing here was anything like as valuable as it ought to be! He was under the impression Dwarven craftsmanship was meant to be very good, and yet the weapons here were so poorly made as to be nigh-worthless compared to a true blade. Unless the forge had been abandoned long ago, and the withering of these weapons was time's fault... or of Dark Elven make? That would be the far worse option, because it'd mean they were still there.

But either way, if there was a threat of lingering Dark Elves to consider, then there was no point sticking around. For once, he found himself agreeing with the tall half-elf; 'I believe the Skay-lay may have the right idea in this case, folks,' he confirmed, whilst managing to keep all but the slightest edge of panic out of his voice. It wouldn't do for a priest to worry in front of his flock, not least because that might give them reason to suspect which deity he was following. 'Madame Alice,' he asked the mage politely, 'might I suggest using your magical abilities to divine for us a route out of this place? I would do so myself, of course, but I do not wish to tax the gods for their favour all too harshly...'

And as far as praying for spells went, not to mention surviving another pitched combat, he made no bones about reiterating to himself that his daily supply of luck was probably already running thin... and one makes their own luck, as they say, by not acting the fool, which meant escaping to greener pastures quickly. Doing his bit, he began to look around for... he didn't know, other exits. Doorways deeper into the stone, hidden trapdoors, anything to get him out of this mess!

@Banana@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen

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Alice quickly made her way over to Ursaren as she noticed him pick up a dark elf weapon. "If you spent a lot of time in a Dwarven forge I'm sure you'd know how much they value smithing." she hissed out of earshot of Geradin. "Dwarves see someone using human smithing as contemptible, but they'd probably see someone using dark elf smithing as absolute degeneracy and would act accordingly." she shot a pointed glance at Geradin, who seemed already in poor humour. "Geradin won't attack you, I'm sure, but he's already distraught enough at the sight of this place. Please don't make this any worse for my friend." Dwarves as a race had suffered looting and desecration far too much over the centuries, she didn't know whether any human alive knew that as much as her

Settionne spoke to her, and she moved away from the much larger adventurer. 'Madame Alice,' he asked too politely for her to be comfortable in a place like this 'Might I suggest using your magical abilities to divine for us a route out of this place? I would do so myself, of course, but I do not wish to tax the gods for their favour all too harshly...'

Had the atmosphere not turned overly dour she probably would have laughed. Honestly she knew very little divination, it wasn't really practised much in the Vrettonian high circles, and doubted any spell in her repertoire would really help as much as a quick prayer for guidance from him. She nodded to the priest in recognition though, and did what she could. She held her left hand outstretched and imagined herself falling from the world, reaching as she did into the power beneath the physical. She felt the bite of magic entering her frame and quickly uttered three clicks vocally before whispering the ancient word and rushing her hand to the sense she would use to detect magic, her eyes.

When she re-opened them everyone else would see her eyes had become two glowing orbs that changed colour every few seconds, though she found it hard to see anyone else now. In their place were amorphous and dark shapes, though Ursaren was still obvious since his entire being was still infused by magic after him so recently transforming. She could see now that the smithy was built on the connection of ley lines, which was typical of Dwarven armouries and it's great smithies as the natural aura would help infuse and empower enchantments. It was more than likely how the dark elves had found the place to begin with.

She trusted Geradin or Calanon to be able to find a way out first, their races having a natural knack for this kind of thing, but she focused her efforts into finding some kind of magical mechanism to let them free or somewhere where magic coalesced that often signified an exit or doorway.

@Banana@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen

[Assistant]
As the others spoke among themselves, Beren had used his powerful legs to leap across the magma like a pouncing wolf, landing right enough with the barest scuff of his stout boots. He seemed to be preoccupied with something in his thoughts, glancing around as if he could smell or hear something faint. "Yeah it sucks," he said absent mindedly to Ursaren, not voicing his thoughts on the man-bear having known any Dark Elves in his life. That was nearly impossible without them trying to kill you.

Beren found a few small boulders near the back end of the room, where an archway had been collapsed upon itself. Beren squinted at it suspiciously, then called back for Ursaren to help him move some of the debris.

Meanwhile, as Calanon smoothed Brogach's snout, Geradin raised an eyebrow and gave An-Hasst the old Dwarven stink eye. He huffed, puffed, and befuffled! "Course I can!" He announced, smacking his chest. "But be patient. Foul magics have been wrought in this place, soiling the very stone!" The Dwarf marched past the Skayleigh over to the far right wall, where the lava entered into a tunnel and disappeared from the chamber. The Dwarf began to dust off parts of the wall, and knocked his knuckles against the stone, before sniffing it. He nodded thoughtfully, and continued to check.

Settionne and Alice would notice something to the far left wall, where across the lava there looked to be a side passage. Granted there were many passages, but as it was stated, they would notice something. Something the others wouldn't. For Alice, a myriad of magical energies whispered to her, bringing her a somewhat bitter taste to her mouth and dulling her senses, and not in a pleasant way. For Settionne however, he was having a much better time of it. He felt a presence, something intriguing and oddly amusing from the energies he sensed. The Fineki pendant he wore would throb lightly. Some sort of mystical runoff or residue led to that tunnel, that much was certain.

Brogach began to neigh and knicker, and Calanon tilted his head in confusion before he gave a start, realizing what his companion was sensing. Argon felt it too, flicking his tongue and gazing into the lava. An-Hasst would feel it after them, his shamanistic culture and their communal with the elements of nature giving him some sense of this new phenomenon.

Namely, the lava had a spirit within it. Something faint, but it was there.
@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Fetzen

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"Oh, it's awful craftsmanship, but if it works, it's fine. Odds are, I'm not going to use it anyway." Ursaren moved to the back of the room, dropping his trident and sword down onto the ground as he cracked his knuckles. The old man began to heave boulders away, placing them aside as he continued to burrow his way through the collapsed tunnel, not bothering to switch into his werebear form. Old Ursa needed a break right now, and besides, there's no telling how easily a bear could fit in this passage with several other people... or expect them to all stay in without overheating.

Ursaren spoke as he slowly made progress towards the clearing of the path. "Guess I should probably explain myself, huh?" The explanation of his physique was long overdue, and while everyone seemed okay with it, Ursaren was a bit afraid that as soon as he got into the specifics of his powers, he'd be fed to the lava. There didn't seem to be any Dark Elves here, anyhow, considering the forges looked like they were abandoned in a rush, so if there was any immediate danger, it'd likely show itself soon, and if it did.

Well, Old Ursa would be glad to help out.


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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance (anime):

History: Lucatiel had come from a long line of Service Members, most whom became part of the Scout Regiment. The only one who was different was her mother: She actually had the skills to join the Military Police. And she did, but not because she feared the Titans; it was mostly due to Lucatiel, who was currently in her mother around the time she had finished her time training. Lucatiel's mother chose to to join the Military Police for the benefits, knowing that she'd need to raise Lucatiel while her father continued his work in the Scout Regiment.

Lucatiel was still a trainee when the Colossal Titan attacked and the wall was breached. Her father died during the defense, while Lucatiel was forced to stay back with her mother. She hated what was happening: to see her city getting torn apart by those monsters. Lucatiel's mother didn't take it any better and wanted to fight, however she had orders to stay within the wall. They both watched helplessly as the titans ravaged their homes. Once it was all over, Lucatiel made a promise to her mother: To avenge their father, and to change the city so that people like her mother could fight for her homeland for once, instead of just watching in helpless horror as others die on their behalf.

Shortly after the attack Lucatiel graduated from the training Academy, a fire burning in her heart to put an end to the monsters that keep threatening her home and their lives. She joined the Scout Regiment with the hopes of exploring the world outside the wall and discovering some way to put an end to all of this.

Personality: Lucatiel was always a strong-willed and forceful person. She can be down right intimidating, as she fears little, not those in authority, not even those who outclass her. She makes her beliefs known and her puts her issues upfront. It's not that she's rebellious however: She can follow orders and can put a lot of faith into others. Lucatiel understands the need to take risks and even sacrifice one's self, and while she's in no hurry to commit suicide, she's come to terms that she'll likely die in the line of duty. She has almost reckless abandonment for her own life, which would get her killed if her skills can't save her. Lucatiel hates boasting and lying, and someone who does either will earn her ire quite easily. She would challenge them, violently, to figure out the truth in their words.
Squad: Scout Regiment

Titan Kills/Assists: None so far, though she did once slap a titan with a sea bass!

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Levi

Cassandra's gun powder bag landed firmly on the tongue of a titan in the centre of the group. It was swallowed, before exploding, sending a mass of boiling titan guts everywhere. The size of the explosion was enough completely obliterate the nap of the neck. "Good work." He reassured Cassandra, before turning to the rest of the squad. "Well? You know what to do." He grunted. "Move out!" He ordered.

Bachus

He watched Cassandra's movements. Although he was part of Levi's squad, he was still weak. He wasn't special. The type of people that would lead humanity into the light were levi and cassandra. The rest of them were just souls to be lost along the way. His hand stung so bad. His missing finger was long gone, and he was still bleeding. Thankfully the packing he had wrapped his hand up in was slowing the blood loss. He nodded. "Yes Corporal!" He fired his wires into a nearby wall to take off, accelerating towards the nearest titan he could find. He hovered around for a while drawing it closer. He drew a fresh blade to create a spark to light his bag, before dropping it into the titan's open mouth. He back flipped out, watching the titan explode in a bloody red mess. He planted heavily on a rooftop. He panted a little, finding it difficult to use his gear without his index finger. He soon realized that two newish recruits were standing right in front of him. He knew them. "Winchesters!" He barked out. "Where is your squa..." he stopped. His eyes widened, looking down the street. "...Squad." He was distracted as he finished his sentence. Behind several other titan's he could see it. He couldn't not remember it. He'd been face to face with it twice as it devoured 2 of his siblings. It was the titan that had ruined his family. Ignoring the two younger soldiers in front of him he barged through them using his gas, almost screaming, cursing the titan. He wasn't worried about the other's in his way, he out maneuvered anything that came his way, tears rolling down his cheeks. He drew fresh blades as he got closer and closer.

levi

His attention was drawn by Bachus' screams. He looked towards his squad member's destination, and instantly feared the worst. "Stop him!" He shouted to the Winchester siblings. They bore the wings of freedom, and they were the closest. He also looked towards Cassandra just in case. "That's the titan... the one he's been looking for Cassandra. You must stop him."

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Cassandra was already moving, not needing to be told anything, just seeing that Bachus was now out of control, and that would certainly lead to his death, but it was little Niesha who reached Bachus first, slamming into the larger man without it seemed a thought.

Cassandra swung around, moving so she was in front of them in several quick moves, bearing down on the titan. "Get back, Bachus. Now. Do not be foolish. You cannot fight if you are this emotional" She shouted at him, keeping her voice cool and level, nodding to Niesha. She had her blades in hand, and once more seemed to dance through the air.

Niesha struggled, trying to hold Bachus, but knowing that he was way stronger then she could ever hope to be. She didn't even remember making the move to stop him, only knowing that if he reached the titan, in this state, he most likely wouldn't survive. Niesha was just support, but she didn't want to see someone die, not if she could stop it. "Bachus!" Niesha shouted at him

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Ethan

Standing on the highest peek of the clock tower he watched as Levi's squad literally set the titans on fire from the inside out and seeing the nape of the neck get completely obliterated. He smiled and even let out a slight chuckle, "Nice!" He remarked to himself, when he saw Lana making her way up to him.
He turned his attention to all around him and saw a 7metre titan coming their way, aiming straight for Lana, when she couldn't see him She'd never make it in time. "Shit!" He cursed to himself, putting his stance on guard, ready to leap into action the moment the titan was near enough for him to use his ODM gear and swing to the titan's neck and cut him down once and for all. "LANA WATCH OUT!" Ethan shouted to alert her of her incoming doom.

Lana

Running across the rooftop she was aiming for the clock tower to meet up with her twin brother. "Just a little bit further Lana" She mumbled to herself, when she almost tripped on her own footfall when she heard a massive explosion from behind her. Stopping momentarily, she turned around and saw Levi's squad literally blowing up titans, wiping out the nape of the neck in the process. This made her joyous, when she suddenly remembered she had to get to Ethan. She began to pick up her feet once more and began running again, placing her index fingers on the trigger ready to fly onwards and upwards. "Lana watch out!!" She heard, and as she looked at Ethan's stance and warning, she saw a 7metre charging towards her. "No no no" she muttered, picking up her speed as much as she could.
It was then she saw Ethan swing into action and land on the titan's beck, before running upwards and slicing the nape of the neck swiftly, causing the titan to stumble and fall. Lana continued to run forward and when the timing was right, she pulled the trigger and sent herself flying onto the clock tower.

Ethan AND Lana

Both sibling now landed on the clock tower when they're attention was caught from Bachus shouting at them, asking where their squad was. "FURTHER UP SIR!" They shouted back in perfect unison, when they both saw him get get distracted from a titan he clearly recognised. "We gotta stop him" Lana told her brother, when suddenly Levi barked orders to them to stop him. "SIR!" They called back in agreement, before chasing after him.

"Bachus you gotta stop this!! Fall back!!" Ethan called after him, when Cassandra came blasting passed them to also stop him. Bachus was a friend of the Winchester family. He was the one soldier that knew their father. They were not prepared to lose him.

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Angelo ran and after a few more feet into a clearing nearby it wasn't much but it would be enough. Once his 3 titans were in the area he quickly did a 180 and turned around charging at them and while they tried to grab him Angelo quickly used his gas and went down towards the ground making evasive maneuvers and Angelo quickly cut off their Achilles tendons forcing them down onto one knee and as they screeched getting angry Angelo took the shot and used his blade as a flint to light the bag that Corporal levi gave him and threw it into the first ones mouth.

As expected it made the stupid titan explode into pieces, honestly Angelo wasn't entirely sure this would even work but to see it work so well meant that once again the wings of freedom are leading the pack. Angelo then did the same thing to the other two and as expected they exploded as well. Once they were dealt with Angelo got on the move looking for more titans however he knew that he would need to get more gas soon if he took to long and not having any gas was a death sentence against titans...

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Bachus

"GET OUT OF MY WAY CASSANDRA!" He darted beneath her back in front. Neisha was grasping onto him in the air. "FUCKING LET GO!" He used his powerful shoulder to brush her off. The winchester twins were also calling after him. He completely ignored those calls. So much like your father. Brats. He screamed out once more with tears dripping down his cheeks. He plunged his blades deep into the eyeballs of the titan, and continued to stab, yelling. He retracted, and began slicing pieces off of the titan, switching blades when necessary. Pieces of flesh and skin fell from the titan, as it was diced up. After a good 20 seconds of brutal dismembering, he went straight through the neck, bringing the head off, and landed at the corpse's side. he sat there and wept. It felt so good... some closer... but he couldn't coontrol his tears.

Levi

Looking around he did notice that the area was starting to clear of titans. The other squads could manage for now. He zipped down towards Bachus. He looked around at all the other squad members present with a menacing glare. "You failed to stop him. That was a direct order." He swung his head back around to Bachus. His tone lowered, still aggressive though. "I understand everything you feel right now." "I lost two of my closet friends on my first expedition with the scouts. It was all commander Erwin's fault. We were supposed to kill him. I used the rain and storm as cover to get close. My error in timing and judgement cost me my friends. I told them to stay back inside the walls, but they made me believe in them. I was wrong to do so that time. You made a decision right now Bachus. You believed in your own ability to take down that titan, and you didn't trust your comrades judgement. That is fine." He stood up. "Seeing you kill it. That's just the way I was when I took revenge on the titan that took my friends. Don't let it consume you Bachus." He almost gave him a smile.. Almost instantly his boot collided with Bachus' nose, breaking it. "However. You put everyone else in danger regardless." He followed up with another kick to the jaw this time. A savage beating took place before Bachus face dripped with blood. "It's never wrong to trust in yourself over your comrades. But to put them in danger too is a crime in my book." He turned quickly on the spot and took off. He wiped his hands clean. "Get him up and back to the barracks." He ordered to the others around.

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"You try holding a man at least twice your size" Niesha shouted back at Levi, before she realised what she had done. She clamped a hand over her mouth. She had done her best damn it, but Bachus was a big man, and while Niesha was strong, she wasn't that strong. Add in the emotional strength, and then Niesha had had no chance. She gave a sigh, and did as she was told.

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Cassandra gave a heavy sigh, looking to Levi, she said softly "You know none of us could have stopped him. Bachus is stronger then most of us even without the emotional turmoil. We're all alive. And that's all that matters for now, Levi. I should have moved faster, and taken the Titan down. This is my fault. Don't take it out on them"

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Ethan started to go ahead but when there was no stopping Bachus, he quickly stuck his arm out to stop Lana going any further ahead. "Ethan we can't let him do this!" Lana practically pleaded to her brother, but Ethan refused to even answer her. He just sighed, closed his eyes momentarily and re opened them watching the carnage unfold that Bachus was giving this particular titan.

Instead, they made their way close beside Cassandra and Neisha and watched. Luckily they remained alive. Though when Levi came over and gave Bachus a hell of a beating, the twins didn't think Bachus would be alive for much longer. Lana even cringed at how easily Levi was dishing it out and drawing blood from Bachus.

Ethan cringed more when Levi shouted at them four for not stopping him though. "Sorry Levi, but if we tried to stop him whilst on that Titan we'd all be dead and not alive." Ethan explained calmly before he told them to take him back to the barracks. "Sir." The twins acknowledged giving a short salute before heading over to Bachus. "Lets get you back and cleaned up" Lana told their family friend.

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Lucatiel frankly had too much on her plate to focus on what Levi and his squad was doing. Her "Kill one titan to attract the others" strategy worked a bit too well. Now she was being chased down by at least seven titans, and not all of them were coming from behind. Some were smark enough to try to intercept her, and a few were breaking down houses just to get to her. She needed to draw then away from here, take them to somewhere that was already in ruins. But in doing so she'd limit her mobility to the titans themselves, which was a death sentence. Perhaps...

Lucatiel used what little time she had left to retreat to Levi's group. Fortunately for her the path was clear, but she was leading titans to their direction. Surely they could take care of them however, helped by the fact that Lucatiel wasn't intending to run away either. She just needed to make a tactical retreat and lure the titans into a trap.


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Age: 14

Affiliation: Hero Brigade

Appearance:

Wish: "I wish to prevent my brother from being harmed." Ryuko's wish came from a desire to protect her brother, as he was the dearest thing in her life, if not even romantically so, though she could never admit it.

Soul Gem Color: Orange

Magical Weapon: Ryuko uses an over-sized hammer that she wields with great strength, using it's weight to smash her enemies. Ryuko can also ignite the small motor on either side of the hammer, causing it to make a small explosion when it lands a hit.

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Skull Barrier:
Ryuko can create a spherical barrier in the shape of a cartoon-stylized skull reminiscent of her old gang's symbol from her open palm. They protect from physical and magical harm in the immediate vicinity of the area the spell was cast in, usually as a personal shield around the user, but it can also be cast on other people and areas. They form instantly either around her or an external target that is within reach. The barrier can either be formed with a set amount of magical power that shatters when it's damage threshold is reached, or a continuous one that drains Ryuko for as long as it's active.

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Rallying Point:
Ryuko can plant a hammer at a location and use it to remotely set up a barrier at will. However, the hammer is consumed in the process, and the barriers are weaker in strength than those personally created by her.

(Secondary)
Stunt Jump:
Ryuko creates a barrier under her feet in midair that she can use as a physical platform and jump out of, granting her some degree of aerial mobility.

(Secondary)
Homerun:
Ryuko creates a smaller barrier that she launches as a magical projectile using a swing of her hammer, like a golf ball. Barriers generated in this manner can be destroyed with less power than defensive barriers.

Personality:
Ryuko is always serious and determined in her actions, whether it is speaking with brutal honesty or clobbering her enemies until they're wet stains. She loves fighting to an absurd degree, and easily succumbs to her bloodlust, turning wild and reckless. She hates weak people, civilians and soldiers alike, and doesn't waste any chances at berating them. She is proud of her fighting skills, and loves showing them off whenever she can.

However, despite all her abrasiveness, she has an honorable side to her, and respects others who have proven themselves as capable warriors to her, which is usually when they defeat her or otherwise impress her. Her trust is hard to come by, and she can be argumentative and skeptic about a lot of things. However, deep inside there is a vulnerable side to her that she keeps in check by focusing on her training.

Biography: Ryuko grew up in a pleasant rural village with her parents and big brother Tamaki, who was a part of a local gang and respected as one of their best fighters. She looked up to her big brother, and admired him for being strong always there to protect her. Their father however denounced Tamaki for his delinquent ways, and forbade Ryuko from seeing her when she turned 12.

Ryuko still secretly met with Ryuko, and asked him to let her in the gang as well and teach her to fight. He eventually did, and Ryuko was happier than ever going to their secret meetings and getting to spend more time with him and his "friends", and in time she even developed a tiny precocious crush on him. The gang came to resent Tamaki for bringing his meddling sister to the mix, not helped by Tamaki's change in his attitude: at first Tamaki thought he was simply getting lucky when he turned invincible from Ryuko's wish, but after he was shot multiple times and survived he gradually went mad with power. One day he went so crazy as to try and take on the enemy gang on his own, and he was never seen again.

Ryuko searched for him for weeks, but couldn't find him. She never truly recovered from what happened to Tamaki, but his words of encouragement inspired her to grow stronger so she can protect herself, and not rely on her brother like she used to. Her mother's death only furthered this development. Some time later, she moved to Miso City to escape from the gang violence that enveloped their village, and do her best in fighting for what she believes in, no matter how hard she has to struggle.

Theme: Battle Against a True Hero

Other: Ryuko is physically fit, and has some skill in most sports and physical activities. She also has experience in travelling, and so has some knowledge in basic survival.

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Sakura Hitome

Sakura was pretty chill throughout the meeting. There were a lot of annoyances. Ryuko Ishiniwa for starters staring at her made her uneasy, then when she erupted out of anger she only furthered the ill will she had against all magical girls. Next on her hate list was Mitsuki, which she didn't really hae a reason, just her gut told them that they'd clash hard against one another. Then again, Sakura clashed hard against probably everyone here, especially the contractor. Having receiving the needed infromation, she was the first one to leave. Frankly she wanted to go to the Bridge, not only would it be less embarrassing with fewer people, but less people in case her power started acting up again. She left the room and headed out aways before transforming. The god awful suit rode up on her in the most uncomfortable ways, as she neared her destination.

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Angel Cassandra Malve

 "Can anyone tell me the answer to number five?"  The teacher asked the class, as she sat in her chair, looking among the students. A few of her pupils raised their hand to answer the question, but the teacher neglected them. She paused for a second before her eyes were set upon one of the students who weren't paying attention.  "Angel."  She called out.

The young girl jumped and she turned around, towards the teacher when her conversation was interrupted.  "Sorry, what was the question again? "  Angel asked sweetly as she shot the teacher a inicent smile to lighten the blow that was coming towards her.

The teacher shook her head, rolling her eyes.  "Hmm... I wonder why. Maybe if you stop chitter chattering with your neighbors, you would know."

Angel spun around to her desk as she looked down at her empty paper. She didn't bother much about doing the actual task at hand. In her opinion it was pointless to learn about a bunch of dead people. She would say something about that, but she knew she would just get the same old lecture about how 'important'it was.

 "If it helps, -"  Her sentence was cut off in the middle by a ringing of the bell. She didn't continue talking after the bell rang, instead she and quickly stuffed the paper in her folder. She shoved the folder in her bag and zipped it up. Once this was done she stood up, and swung the backpack over her shoulder. Looking up at the teacher she said,  "Oh, well that's the bell I should probly go."

The teacher shook her head as she heard the bell.  "Everybody sit down! " She warned. The class was hesitant but did as the teacher had told them to and was listening with there full attention. "I did not dismiss you yet. You do not leave the class until I tell you to, it is disrespectful to do otherwise. I want everyone to do this paper for homework, no excuses. If you fail to do so, I will call your parents, and you will stay in for reecess and lunch for a week.' After this was said, there were a few moans and groans from the class.  "You are dismissed." The teacher said. The class got up and rushed out the doors and into the halls of the school.

Angel rolled her eyes at the speech, half ignoring it. It was the same thing everyday. When the teacher said they were dismissed, she was one of the first ones to jump up and leave. After exiting the school, she was out in the rain. Angel pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and ran to her house. Once she got there, she was already soaked and wet. She twisted the door knob, opening it and entered the small house.

 "Dad, I'm home. " She called out as she closed the door. She entered the house as she looked at the grandfather clock that stood to the side. She could already tell that she was going to be late for the meeting, she hoped they wouldn't mind. When she didn't hear a response from her dad, she ran to the livingroom, where she saw that he was sleeping on the couch.

She half smiled at this fact. He was getting better, she could feel it. She grabbed a pen, clicked it, and a piece of paper. She wrote,'   I have to do something, I'll be back soon. Love you dad!!! XOXOXOXOXO ~Angel'   She placed the note on the table and left for the meeting. She didn't bother to change her clothing or anything. She didn't see the point in it, she was just going to get wet again anyways.

Once she made it to the meeting she took a seat by one of the Hero Bridge members, as she sent a disgusted glare at the Order members.  'What were they doing her?'  She wondered. She looked around at the others as she shrugged.  "Hey, so what's this meeting for? I forgot, and sorry if I'm slightly late."  She said calmly trying to start a conversation of some kind.

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Ryuko scoffed at Mitsuki, and crossed her arms. "Friends? Are you serious?" She didn't expect that kind of amicability, especially when it came from someone in the Order. It actually caught her off-guard enough to not completely reject it. "Well, you have to earn my trust, and show me you actually care first if an irresponsible girl like you wants to be friends with me," she said, and made an aside glance at the other Order girl who was staring at her, directing her words also at her. "And I don't think that's likely." She realized she let her emotions run a bit too freely, and it hurt the Hero Brigade's reputation, so she tried to play it a bit cooler.

Speaking of stances, her's wavered a bit. her legs shook from the sudden cold that emerged in the room, and she sneezed. She was about to ask if someone left the window open when she saw the white-haired girl Yuna enter the room, bringing the weather with her. Ryuko's eyes tightened into an intense glare as her eyes drilled into her, suspecting that she was behind the sudden blizzard phenomenon; she remembered seeing her use ice magic when they once happened upon the same Primordial.

And then the furball started talking. It's about time, Ryuko thought to herself. The Primordial influx was nothing new to her, as she has herself noticed the growing rate of attacks. But the Primordial Queen was news to her. She got pumped up first, excited at the prospect of hitting the plague right at it's source. However, the thrill died down to disappointment. She facepalmed. "Wait, did I hear that right? The reason these Primies are out there eating folks is because of our infighting? That's just stupid. And you're even more stupid for believing that," she said pointing her finger at Erica. "The Primordials are out there killing people, and no amount of hand-holding will save them. Unless you cowards get your act together, an alliance would be pointless."

The situation turned frustrating for Ryuko, her temper not helped by the fact that another girl turned up late, until she noticed who it was. She turned to her and put her hands to her sides. "You didn't miss anything, Angel." Ryuko has fought with her a couple of times, and bonded with her over their shared distaste at the Order. Feeling a need to protect the younger girl like his brother protected her, she decided to become a reliable senior of sorts to her. She turned around, and transformed into her magical girl attire. "Now come on Angel, we're going to the Train Station in Miso High." She then said as she stepped out the door. After the display that these so-called "leaders" showed, Ryuko came to the conclusion that they didn't have control of the situation at all with their delusions and idiocy. The hot-blooded girl decided that she would have to take Akame's place as the guiding beacon for the Hero Brigade's efforts, and unite the magical power in Miso against the growing threat.