[System]
Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:
* Basket Hilted Broadsword
* Imperial Dagger
* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
* Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

[User]
The lack of rain was a sensation it itself, it was as if nerves deadened by the continual lashing of the downpour suddenly sprang back to life. The inervating cold of the rain slackened and Camilla began to shiver. The garments she had on were plastered to her body by the water, like being enfolded in a heavy wet blanket. The slackening of sound was also a relief. The thunder still rolled and the rain still hammered but undercover it seemed almost endurable.

It was dry here. Not just out of the rain dry, sepulchral dry. It was difficult to get a sense of the room they were in. The blackness was complete, broken only by the occasional crash of lighting, and that reflected of dull stone and refracted by a leaden downpour. Her hands fumbled for her pouch and the flint and steel for a moment before lack of familiarity with the task defeated her. As she peered closely at the walls she could make out oddly familiar designs, worked into the rock by artisans of ages past. The smell of must and ancient decay told her that the halls weren't being lived in, or at least that this section of them was abandoned.

"Cydric," she whispered, somehow afraid to speak to loudly. A ridiculous notion, she had been shouting only a moment ago. She found his bicep in the dark and squeezed softly.

"I... I cant find my flint and steel," she confessed, oddly disquieted to be unable to perform so simple a task.

"We need to get some light..."

No sooner had she spoken the word than a particularly vicious crack of lighting ripped down into the defile, bathing the whole scene in an unearthly purple light for long moments. For confused instants she had a vision of a large room, filled with all manner of objects, it was shockingly like a merchants holding area. A moment later the light died and bright purple after images danced in her eyes. By memory she reached along one of the walls and seized some sort of wall hanging, yanking it down with a sharp tug. Without pausing to investigate it, she wrapped the fabric around her shoulders, feeling its barrier against the chill immediately engulf her.

"What is this place..." she breathed.

[Assistant]
When her hand fell on his arm, he stiffened, but only for a moment. He felt oddly exposed in here, at least when he first walked in. The lack of rain and wind was almost deafening, but he knew this place likely saved them for the time being. He took off his soldier's coat, and tossed it onto the ground. "I don't know if I have mine either," he admitted, and knelt down to look through his pack. Moments passed, and thankfully he found them. But they were soaked. Almost everything in his pack was.

He found a rag that seemed relatively dry, and immediately he began wiping down his broadsword to keep it from rusting. Her comment on the light brought some clarity in the form of lightning, and Cyrdic glimpsed the strange, ethereal room they found themselves sheltered within. Great statues of warriors he could only guess were Elves stood at the ready at the head of the room. One of them had been cloven in twain, however.

He turned, and saw desks and strange devices made of exquisite wood, carved almost delicately. Two chests were within the room, as well as a central chest at the center, upon what looked like a sepulchre carved from the mountain stone. "I don't know..." he replied to her question. He'd never met an Elf, and had only seen a Dwarf a handful of times. But even he knew the two races got along as well as Imperials and Brettonians.

Dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. He let out a haggard breath, and realized some of the rain water had gone down his throat when the door had opened. He cleared his throat, and gripped his sword. Taking one of the strange devices made of wood, he hacked it apart in one swipe. The wooden bits fell onto the floor, and he gathered them up, and began doing his best to dry his flint and steel, before he attempted to create a fire for them.

"Check in my pack, there's some jerky in there." He told her as he worked. "It's Nordland stock. I'd give-" he jerked as he caused sparks to fly, and he chuckled at the small success. Still no fire though, "-my left leg for some good Talabecland Deer Jerky, but Nordland stock is not bad." As an afterthought, he added "bit tough though" as a warning.

The room was certainly odd, an almost alien in majesty and perception. But Cyrdic was nothing if not pragmatic. They needed food and warmth first. Still, the curiosity of where they were still nagged even his bullheaded brain. "Good job finding the room," he told her gruffly. When the fire sparked to life, he fell onto his rump, and ran a hand through his brown, matted hair in satisfaction.

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Camilla stared in wonder as the light of the small fire kindled to life, illuminating the room. Her hand froze with the jerky halfway to her mouth.

"By the Gods," she breathed, looking down at the wall hanging she had used as a makeshift blanket to see it revealed as a silken banner bearing some kind of great fiery bird. The rest of the room was in equally decayed splendor. Fine furniture, or what had once been fine furniture lay scattered round at seemingly random intervals. Her brain kept trying to tell here that their was a greater aesteic order and then skittering away from grasping the pattern.

Bitting down on the jerky started her from her reverie. The outer layer was softer from being drenched in the rain, but the inner layer was like iron and she felt her jaw half broke clamping down on it. Against her own better judgement she started to giggle, and her giggle built to a laugh with only the slightest tinge of hysteria.

"I'm sorry," she said, making a dismissive gesture with her hand once she had bought herself under control.

"I was just thinking that this place is like something out of a Brettonian play and then nearly broke my teeth on your jerky, somehow that part seems to get left out of the damsel's lines..."

She was about to go on about the reality of adventure when she suddenly went completely deathly still.

"Cydric," she breathed, "why are their eyes gouged out?"

The statues were all in various stages of disrepair, some appeared to have been hacked appart, others defaced with crude grafitti of indeterminate languge. But every single statue, from the mightiest stone monolith, to the smallest foot high carving had it eyes neatly and perfectly removed.

Camilla reflextively gulped and immediately began to choke on the jerky.

[Assistant]
Most of the women he's grown up with were country folk. Hardy and sharp of wit, but pragmatic and even less educated than he (at least after his service with the Quartermaster). He'd never met a woman who had read or attended plays, much less foreign ones. At least, he'd never met one that didn't immediately look passed him for his humble origins. It was odd having one for a travel companion, but not unwelcome, he realized. Even if he didn't understand the appeal of gaudy actors up on stage.

He blinked when she spoke of the eyes, and he turned to gaze around the room. "I don't know," he said. He almost found himself embarrassed of those words being his every other sentence, but this was something he'd never seen before. This place was obviously Elven, but he'd never heard of Elves living in the Old World. He'd thought only the Dwarfs made refuge here. The only tales of Middle Mountains he had heard were of Orcs and Goblins, and those tales seemed all too real now. The lack of eyes was disturbing enough, but the scratch marks along the eyelids brought a cold chill up his spin.

He saw Camilla jump a bit, and he wasn't surprised she was frightened. It took him a moment to realize her intake of air was suddenly halted. "Camilla?" He asked, and when she didn't, couldn't, answer, he leaped to his feet. "Norscan's balls, ok Camilla hold still!" he ordered, and he wrapped his powerful arms around her waist. He kept her steady, and then suddenly pressed into her lower abdomen. Nothing. He did it again, and the second time shot the jerky out of her throat and onto the floor.

When he heard her gasps, he breathed a sigh of relief. "You ok?" He breathed in her ear. And he thought he'd have to worry about Orcs. This woman gave him enough worry, it seemed.

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Camilla coughed and spluttered ungracefully as she sucked in a huge lung full of air. A moment later her mind realized that Cydric was trying to be quiet and she did her best to mitigate her coughing. After a moment she managed to get herself under control, reaching up she wiped some of the spittle from her mouth with the back of her hand before scrapping it off onto the banner she was wrapped in.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm not making much of a dashing adventure," she apologized, shivering against the chill. A wry grin quirked her lips.

"Or the damsel in distress I'd wager," she replied, spitting into the darkness, "though the distress part I seem to have under control."

The small fire was beginning to blaze now and its warmth was a welcome companion. Within a few minutes she cast aside the banner and allowed the heat do dry her clothes. Eerie statues aside, this was probably the safest she had felt since they had fled the court. Bitterly she recalled her dresses, fine weapons and jewelry and her carefully horded money, all lost now.

"Why did you come here Cydric?" she asked, dark eyes locked on the fire and remember the warm evenings in Tilea.

"You aren't a local are you?"

[Assistant]
He grinned at her, and he patted her on the head. Not in a dismissive way, but in a warm way. "I've seen you duel. Not half bad, honestly. That and your morale? You'll make a fine adventurer, I'd say." He said. He didn't mention the Damsel part, because he thought she played that part quite well. Though whether he was quiet because it might either offend her, or him not wanting to admit he was attracted to her, he didn't rightly know. Didn't matter anyway. She certainly had the spirit for this dangerous road.

As the fire glowed, Cyrdic sat down opposite of Camilla. He often kept quiet when he wasn't barking orders or giving snappy comebacks to fellow troops. He took the time to gaze around the room. Elven work was something else. Dwarf was utilitarian, but ornate. Human work varied, depending on the province. These sculptures flowed and twisted with a barely perceptible grace, far beyond human craftsmanship. He briefly wondered if they used witchery to carve the statues and desks. The stories of Elves capturing his countrymen for slaves brought a spark of anger in his visage for a moment.

"Hmmm?" He replied, his ears twitching from the unexpected question like a hound. One muscled arm rested over a raised knee, the other leg out, his free arm resting on his lap. Until he reached up to his face once again, to brush a finger along scars both old and new. "Well, apart from my helping you, I don't think they'd welcome back a soldier that failed to protect the Baron's son. It was my duty and I failed. I...I'm local to Ostland. But I've been around. Sometimes the Baron sends us to aid provinces he wants to make nice with."

His thoughts drifted, and he found his brown eyes lingering on the fire as well. In the flames, he saw spurts of blood as his memory took hold of him. "I've fought the Northern Barbarian's twice. The Chaos dogs from across the sea. Norscans. First time was in Nordland, and the second time at home on the coast. It's how I got the shield," he said, and patted the robust round shield lain next to him. "But I'm sure my stories would bore you."

His eyes left the fire and fell on her, the flames dancing on his eyes. "Do all people speak like you in Tilea?" He asked bluntly. Cyrdic's queries often sounded like he was questioning people in a challenging way. Perhaps Camilla would be used to it by now (or simply think it was an Ostlander thing) but it was just how he spoke. He never meant to seem too rough. "How did you come by Ostland? Do you have a home in Tilea?" Suddenly, the thought crossed his mind. "Is that why you're heading south with me? To head home?"


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Appearance:

Standing at 6' 0" with emerald gentle eyes and sandy brown hair framing a handsome face, Archibald's is seemingly locked into a relaxed smile at all times. His long hair cascades over his right eye, and indeed, the majority of the right side of his face, giving him a mysterious, if somewhat unkept air about him, almost as if he's hiding something... Wearing a mix of form fitting linen underclothing, leather straps and pads and animal furs under a forest green cloak, it takes little wonder to guess what his home environment is. A tattered black and red bracer over his left arm protects it from his own bowstring while weathered brown leather boots afford him comfortable movement.

Apparent Age:
Early twenties teenager

Gender:
Male

Nation:
Lawless, but Grado.

Class:
Archer

Weapon Mastery:
Bows: C

Level:
4

Background:
Most people would call Archibald a bandit, a thief, a scoundrel, an urchin, and all other manner of unsavoury names, and yet others would call him a saint, a saviour and a hero. He himself considers himself none of these, simply a person going through life trying to make it better for others...by redistributing the wealth of other people. Among Grado's officials and investigation force, his name is a byword for poaching, and yet he is low on the priority list. This is most likely due to the fact that compared to the other roaming bands of bandits out there, Archibald and his merry misfits are relatively peaceful, having caused extremely few human casualties in their operations. While it may seem that he simply does this out of the kindness of his heart, he actually does this as a form of petty spite.

Years ago, Grado underwent a famine which hit specific areas harder than others. With each county ruled by a lord or an equivalent, they were meant to send relief supplies out to sustain the outlying villages as they attempted to resow the failed harvest. Only, it didn't happen. For days Archibald's village waited for the telltale clacking of a horsedrawn cart but the roads remained clear and silent. People starved in the streets and in their homes, resorting to eating rodents and poisonous weeds. Finally, having had enough, Archibald's father took him to the big city to ask for aid, his father confident in the better side of mankind. What they saw in the Lord's castle instantly crushed all hope. A corpulent blob was seated on the velvet throne, mocking all those who appealed to him, throwing half chewed bones at him and his father as they pleaded. The area around the castle was lush and filled with pheasants and the like. And yet he refused to send supplies. Disheartened, he and his father left for the village once more to deliver the news.

Headstrong and unwilling to accept this, Archibald snuck out one night with his father's bow and entered the lord's forest during the darkest time. Avoiding the torchlight of the guards, he proceeded to poach not one, not two but three pheasants, shooting them out of their roosts in the treetops. Growing greedy, he approached his fourth only to have a hand reach out and grab his back firmly. In less than a second he felt a searing brand slap him across the face, searing hsi flesh and melting it like wax. Though he screamed, the pain didn't stop. The guard drew a dagger to finish the poacher off but as he slashed Archibald pivoted, the blade running through his cheek and scoring his eyelids before slicing off a portion of his face, leaving him permanently disfigured. Leaving with two pheasants in hand, he stumbled away into the forest, blood dripping down his mutilated head.

When he returned home he came upon the realisation that he would most likely be hunted and, knowing the personality of their lord, would most likely have his entire village be executed for his actions. Leaving the two pheasants at his parent's door, he stole some bandages and proceeded to steal his way into the night. Come morning, he inspected the damage to his face. The right cheek was almost entirely missing, revealing a disturbing rictus grin and the white of bone. His eye bore a vertical scar that almost bisected both of his eyelids, with his sclera turning red from damage. In short, he looked like a terrifying daemon out of his village's storybooks. Committing himself to exile, Archibald accepted that he would never look normal again...but he could make the ones who made him like this pay. Gathering a group of like-minded people, they began to raid forests and farms owned by selfish lords, redistributing the food to those less fortunate. Covering the mutilated side of his face, he began to become something of a folk hero to the local villages who were just starting to recover from the famine, and a pain in the arse to the local garrisons.

Fast forward to current time and Archibald has become a giant prick in the side of Grado's aristocrats who regularly have caravans raided at bowpoint. Half of the wealth is removed and given to the less fortunate. Unable to ignore the plight of the downtrodden, Archibald bears a distinct hatred of nobility and the like, even more so when they are unable to defend themselves.

Plot-Susceptive:
Yes

Equipment and Items:
Iron Bow X 1
Vulnerary X 1
Door Key X 1

Personality:
Archibald can best be described as a lazy free spirit. Carefree and easy going, he would rather nap in the bough of a tree than chase a caravan...and yet he chases it for the benefit of others. He does whatever he likes to do whenever he wants to regardless of social conformity, whether it be patting a fair maiden on the head as he passes or kneeing a particularly annoying lordling in the groin as he berates the 'bandit' for taking his dowry. And then, of course, his personality shifts if he parts his hair the opposite way. Becoming a demonic force with the fury of a snake pit, his arrows seem to grow barbs as he fires, leaving his enemies squirming in agony. Thankfully he tends not to do this for fear of ruining his image and seems to be a voluntary shift more than anything else.

Ability Assessment:
As a skilled archer, Archibald has high skill with his bow, allowing him to pick out, hit and eliminate targets with precision. Factor in his speed and you have an efficient long range assassin capable of felling any foe not wearing a suit of plate armor. Of course, Archibald is not a jack of all trades. With low defense and resistance, Archibald is something of a glass cannon, and with his right eye covered he actually has a very narrow field of vision, but anything within that field is very likely about to be peppered with arrows. This means taht Archibald usually enjoys company to watch his back.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
- He's a boy in his early teens...he's quite interested in the opposite gender, but most usually run away when they push his hair aside. However, he must admit that he does enjoy terrifying his friends and new recruits alike. (Note: Actually quite shy when interacting with the opposite gender)
- Has voluntary bipolar
- Enjoys chewing a sweet, sticky resin that hardens into a gum that is found in trees native to Grado. Has a jar of this resin in his pouch
- Dislikes authorities and authoritarian characters, particularly nobility.
- Speaks with a lazy drawl
- A little scared of the occult. By a little I mean he's terrified of ghosts and the like

R-button Summarization:
A friendly poacher who wanders around Grado with his merry band of bandits. Has a hidden dark side.

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For a moment, Archibald continued staring at Marwood, his one eye widened in disbelief. His feet had migrated to the top of the wooden slab that served as a table and he was already leaning back on his seat, causing a steady ricketing noise. All of a sudden, he burst into laughter. "Bloody Serafew!?" he managed in between gasps for breath. With a loud thud, the two suspended legs of the chair hit the ground. Wiping away a tear, the bandit lord looked up again. "...Oh, you were serious..." he said, the tone of voice changing instantly. Standing up he picked up his bow and walked towards Marwood menacingly, a half smile on his face. "You must still be wet behind the ears if you think that would work, Royal" he said mockingly, pacing around Marwood without ever looking directly at him.

"Lets assume that, hypothetically, all units are mounted like you," he said as he shrugged his shoulders, plucking an arrow from his quiver with the same movement, "It'll take you a good day and a half to get from here-" With a single swift motion, he nocked the arrow and fired it into the map on the other side of the room which stuck fast in the wooden backpanelling, "to Serafew. Compound that with the fact that you THEN have to move the food caravans BACK here, probably under constant attack from the Jehannans..." Archibald paced back around to his seat and flopped back down, resting a leg on the armrest. "This isn't your little fantasy world any more, princeling," he said, once again, mockingly, "you don't have legions of elite troops under your command, or unlimited resources." Sitting up straight, the young archer folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, "Welcome to the world that isn't served to you on a silver platter, Lordling," he declared, a wicked smile on his face. Honestly. These royals seemed to have no grasp of basic tactics or troop movements. Soft lands and soft foods breed soft men, he vaguely remembered an old deserter saying. He could see now that it was true.

[Assistant]
Alvin walked through the forest silently, listening to Marwood but really just letting the matter drop for the moment. They were arguing in circles and not getting anywhere. Best to let the matter rest for the time being and get back to it later when they had a bit of time. He accepted the bracelet, but he doubted it'd be necessary.

The camp was horrible for Alvin. Though his face a mask of unbreakable stone the mere sight of what was going on here broke his heart. Eventually they got into the meeting room. Alvin remained silent throughout the conversation, absorbing information and taking whatever verbal abuse the bandit hurled at him without losing his composure. That was the most important thing; never let your enemy, or friends for that matter, see you rattled. Though Alvin was, the sights in the place were horrific. Enough so that if he wasn't as well disciplined he might be sobbing in the street. As much as he hated to admit it, the bandit's remarks dug deep. He had failed, plain and simple. And now this man was rubbing it in like salt in a fresh wound. Sure Alvin had no chance to help in the first place and truthfully it wasn't really his fault but it still hurt all the same. Being prince meant taking responsibility for your people, no matter what.

Finally Alvin started paying attention to the conversation again. Marwood was proposing a raid on a food caravan in Serafew. The biggest issue Alvin saw was the same the bandit pointed out as soon as he heard. The time it would take to get to Serafew and back would take awhile. However the young prince had a different thought. "If it's in Serafew, it's a fair bet it's on it's way to the castle." He said as he approached the map, rubbing his chin as thought. "Which means it has to pass through this forest, probably on this road here." Alvin pointed to a spot on the map. "Set up an ambush, kill all the guards. Clean, and the Jehannans will have no trace as to what happened to their caravan. And besides, as Aldo pointed out if they hear I'm on the move they might just be too busy to care. That is, if they are aware of my escape in the first place. Though I'm sure Sion will work that out soon."

A few more ifs then Alvin would usually care for, but hopefully it would serve. The reason these refugees are here in the first place is because Grado failed. They were on the track of strengthening their military but they hadn't got there yet. The least Alvin could do was contribute whatever he could so his people could eat.

"As for the stone," The young prince turned to the bandit leader. "I'm going to take it and hide. If Sion gets it, he will use it's power to destroy the world. That is my purpose. I plead, do not try and hinder me. Whatever your grievances, I am sorry. But I must do this, whatever the cost." He turned from everyone and gazed out the window. It was a reality that physically made Alvin sick, but it was reality all the same. If his nation needed to be sacrificed to keep the stone out of Sion's hand, then so be it. The alternative was far, far worse.

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Archibald raised his eyebrow for the umpteenth time that day. Well. At least one of the princes had a brain. He stood up and wandered over to Alvin at the map, placing a gloved hand on his chin. "Well...you have a point there," he conceded as he yanked the arrow out of its housing, revealing the mark which displayed their current location. "I suppose if we set up an ambush here," he said, pointing to a valley around a river, "we could catch them unawares, set up a noose and strangle the life out of them." There was a definite if in the air. It was just that no-one wanted to give voice to it. Archibald, of course, did not give a rats arse about it. "Thats of course, if you believe we'd help you with it," he said, fixing Alvin with his eye. A bandit's life was one full of betrayal, treason and backstabbing. One had to choose their friends wisely. If one was not known in the thieves' cant and coven, they had little to zero chance of recruiting their services. Course, Archibald's merry band wasn't your standard bandit group.

"However, I cannot, in good consciouness, leave these people to starve, along with my lads and lasses," he said after a bit, shrugging,"I'll lead an expedition to intercept this caravan. You can feel free to join us if you please." There was another pause. "But if you screw up...don't expect a bailout. We've shown you enough hospitality already by not shooting you on sight."


[System]
Appearance:

Bio: Bell was only ten years old during chaotic times between when the old world ended and The New World Order took form. The Mayans had been right. It was 2012, and a massive solar flair released an EMP that fried most technology on earth or top of massively speeding up the process of global warming. The sea rose, and as it rose the stars came down from the sky. UFOs, long shy, were suddenly abundant. They made attacks on most world capitals, but the bodies of world leaders pulled from that wreckage were not human but scaled and green reptillians. One by one all the "falsehoods" of the world, the crackpot theories and insane conspiracies, were revealed to be true in some form and connected in a great web that spanned all of civilization.

As things started getting pretty Revelations looking and people started literally going underground. Massive escape vessels designed to bore deep into the earth were unveiled by Greys and Reptillians sympathetic to humanity. Hundreds and thousands escaped into the earth. Of course, it turned out to be hollow.

Bell managed to be on one of them. She had lost her parents early on, and had spent months dodging death rays, bloodthirsty reptiles, pissed off angels, and far stranger to make it that far. As the chaos raged above she tried to make a life within the depths of the hollow earth. She was taken in by a kind group of reptiles. She started over.

Everyone did. It was decided early on, by no one in particular, that the old world had been largely an illusion. The only thing that mattered was living true and looking toward the future. The concept appealed to her. It was comforting.

She lived and learned as much as she could from her new family about what was really going on. As she grew up she started exploring, wanting to know everything she could about...everything. She explored the old ruins of this place, built by races that had existed far before humans. She asked as many questions as she could of everyone that came down here, human and cryptid. To keep in shape she ran with dinosaurs, and meditated daily in hopes of opening her third eye.

When she was Fifteen she applied to and was accepted into the Illuminates Initiative, and group of like minded explorers and scholars dedicate to cataloging all they could of what had been commonly called The New World Order. Their stated goal was to seek out everything that had been considered a myth before the reordering. By that time the chaos of the surface had subsided and it was safe to sail out onto the surface through the entrances near what used to be the ice caps.

She did this for two years, her speciality being finding and documenting cryptids. It was during a typical expedition, hunting alone for the mysterious hodag, that she came across a cryptic that had never been described before. At first she thought they were shadow people, but then shadow people didn't have yellow eyes like that. She didn't have a chance to observe them long before they attacked. Bell defended herself as best she could, but the little monsters were many and intelligent. It was when all seemed lost when she suddenly materialized a key in her right hand. Understanding that weird phenomenon like that must mean something she attacked with it, and drove the creatures off without managing to capture one.

When she returned to report she found that Illumenates had already been contacted by new aliens, these ones called moogles, and that the shadow cryptids had already been sighted in many places across the world. What the moogles were offering was answers and training in how to use the weapon she now had, and it was her duty to take whatever knowlage they had to offer for the sake of the new world.

Age: 17

Skills: While able to use the keyblade she found herself with she didn't have much time to train with it before to moogles whisked her off to Renovation. She's much more comfortable using the Carbon-Lasso she wears on her hip. She is a journeyman combat psychic, helping her to manipulate the lasso in addition to enhancimg her physical abilities by cloaking herself in a psychic shroud.

On a more mundane level she is an experianced tracker, survivalist, and animal handler. She always has her small tracking raptor, Snopes, at her side.

Personality: Confident, and preferring to work alone. Studious, and always taking notes and nerding out over new creatures she finds. Won't ever kill an animal if she can absolutely help it. Like most people of her world she is inherently wary of truths that are accepted as universal, and if a proponent of full transparency from her leaders and the rest of the people she's working with. Goes both way, and is completely transparent to her allies.

World Sheet

Name: New Word Order

Summary of History: Imagine any random conspiracy theory or occult tidbit or urban legend. In this world there's a good chance it was true, and it was all unmasked in 2012 when the old world ended.

Humanity now lives primarily on the continents of the hollow earth, along with many sympathetic reptilian, "alien," and cryptid races.

Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.): The surface is mostly flooded due to the ice caps melting, dotted with islands, although unstable tectonic activity due to the solar flare did raise both Atlantis and the legendary lost continent of Mu from the bottom of the ocean as the primary surface continents. Mu is occupied by small human kingdoms and a hostile reptilian empire, though the war had sapped them of most of their technological advantages and now both races are reduced to scavenging ancient Mu technology in a sort of archeological cold war. The most notable human Kingdom is Neo-Camelot, which was founded by King Arthur after he returned in Britain's hour of need. Many of the other kingdoms are ruled by other rulers who were prophesied to return as such.

Atlantis has been occupied by Archons and their chosen people, who are trying their best to do the 1000 year kingdom without the demiurge around to rule it. Mostly isolationist and theocratic, with the occasional angelic mission being sent out to heal the sick and try to convert followers. Probably the safest place to live.

Inside the Earth is where most humans live alongside an eclectic assortment of aliens (mostly Greys), reptillians, and cryptids. This coallition exists primarily on the largest of three continents that exists in the hollow earth, Elysium, and are led by an elected council that speaks for each major settlement. The other two continents, Asphodel and Tartarus, are largely given over to wildlife and the ruins of the greater reptilian civilization that used to exists down there.

It is believed that the moon is also hollow, and is where many of the other alien races disappeared too. The occasional UFO is spotted, but beyond that it is unknown what they're doing up there.

Overall Technology Level: Eclectic. The world is still in the process of rebuilding itself while coming to terms with the new truths they've been faced with. Super advanced technology, both recently developed and excavated from the numerous wrecks and ruins of the world, shares space with swords, bows, and water wheels. Even in the height of civilization brown outs are common due to limited energy to spare, mostly pulled from converted Unidentified Submergened Object engines. A working flying saucer is a rare and valuable resource.

While traditional medicine is still practiced where it is able, many medical emergencies are now handled using herbs and the laying on of hands. While every human being has the potential to be a paychic, opening the third eye requires determination and a clarity of purpose that most simply do not possess. Thus, most that are capable go into the medical field.

[User]
World: Renovation
Location: Gummi Ship "Renovation's Might"

BGM: Boy Meets Girl, Twoson still playing

"Great! Let's do our best together!" Agni spoke, happy with Vic's answer. Seeing that the boy got calm made his effort worth it, which solved one of the problems present in the ship. Ignitio glanced a little and remembered how Agni accepted him, even though he once stood in his way. It was proof of how Agni had a kinf heart capable of forgiving and accepting errors. A smile formed in his mouth under his mask, but his face was clearly showing he was smiling even a little bit.

BGM: Battle Preparations -Reunion-

After that, Tocsax began explaining the reaon why they have been called. Apparently, they were creating a sort of small group composed of Keyblade Wielders around the worlds in order to prevent incidents with the Heartless and with the 12 mysterious people back from the palace plaza. He also explained they needed to find his Somebody, which was a term that elluded Agni and Ignitio. "In a sense, we're travelling around the worlds in order to make sure balance is restored. The Heartless, which are supposed to be those black monsters, are rampaging around and causing distortions, being our job to stop them." Agni compelled the information in the best way he could. He was unsure if he was right or not, but that was what he understood so far. The parts where he didn't understood it well would be clarified with practical effort.

Then, he explained about the first world they would be visiting. The situation really seemed dire, as the Nazi had begin their domination over Europe. However, his aim was a different one. "We'll go after the Princess of Heart and the exorcist. It'd do us better to leave the offensive fighting to those capable of doing it." Agni spoke. "Then we shall head to Britain immediately once we arrive. I do feel as if we will meet those caped enemies in the way." Ignitio spoke. That was true: the possibility of those caped men arrive is big, considering they are the enemies. "We'll do whatever is possible to ensure the mission will be successful, with or without them in our way." Agni spoke.

*BGM fades*

Suddenly, a portal opened right in the room's roof, in between Tocsax and the rest. "That portal... is it from Mother?"

BGM: Temmie Village

Victor fell limp on the ground as the portal closed. That surprised Agni and Ignitio, who didn't expect someone from their home to appear, much less Victor of all people. "Oww... Mama always opens portals right up at my feet... she always teases me like that." He spoke, believing that he was alone, when he got up, the first thing he saw was a stranger and he immediately panicked. He seemed to be serious, so he might have interrupted him. "A-Ahh, I-I thought I was alone! S-Sorry! Eep, I was too loud! S-Sorry again!" Victor spoke, panicking more than what one person should in front of a stranger. "V-Victor?! What are you doing here?!" Agni asked. Upon hearing his voice, Victor immediately got up and looked at his brother. "A-Agni! I found you! Yes! Now I don't have to feel lost anymore!" Victor spoke, happy that he found Agni quickly. All his fear seemed to have faded. He lacked confidence, but whenever he was near his brothers. "You still have not answered the question, Victor." Ignitio spoke.

"Well, it was Mama and Papa's idea. They said you two would need help, so they sent me. I told them it was a bad idea, but they ignored me." He spoke, swirling his index fingers. "Honestly, we do not even know why we were summoned and now we have to carry you around too. They should have sent Claire in your place." Ignitio spoke. Victor wasn't a fighter, so sending him wasn't the best idea. At least, in his opinion. "Y-You don't have to remind me that I'm useless, Ignitio..." Victor spoke, depressed. "H-Hey, you do not have to get that depressed. I did not exactly call you useless, I just said-" ignitio tried to fix the situation, but Victor's head went even more down. Ignitio looked at Agni, with a face signaling "help me" as the Oracle just facepalmed and let out a huge sigh. Me and my dysfunctional family... He thought with himself.

This wouldn't get them anywhere. Agni had to know about the mission before he could help his brothers right now. "... Ignoring my brothers who are sort of lost with each other, I think I don't know your name yet. Would it be much for you to tell me?" He asked Tocsax.

Bee @Double @Gentlemanvaultboy

[Assistant]
Felix had changed again, this time into a red hakama and kosode, tied with an orange shitagi. Over this he also wore an orange haori with a red flame pattern. On his back was the kanji for the word Fire in gold.

"Shishishi... welcome to Renovation's Might minion. The most advanced gummi ship in our fleet. We get five dimensional jumps to the gallon, and run off of friendship and rainbows and an experimental quantum fusion core. You are currently in the med bay after fainting like a pansy. Don't worry though our leader is a total wuss too so you should get on fine. I have the amusing job of training you lot in magic, seeing as our glorious leader will handle boring stuff like keyblade wielding. You ready to learn my young minion? Sorry old man, you are a bit too old to learn anything useful from me. Better off asking the boss about reinforcing your body. Anywho..."

Pulling out his pistol, Felix gave a predatory grin.

"The first lesson is shielding. Draw on your mana to create a barrier between you and me... if you can't, prepare for some stinging. Cura Thunder!"

From his pistol came a shot of green lightning. A great hybrid spell for training as it provided instant pain without damaging the opponent. Plus it was a decent defibrillator. He loved his magic paintball gun.

@ShadowVentus

[User]
Georgia pulled in her legs as a portal opened up and yet another person was dropped in to the room, said person only getting saved from a reflexive lashing because the other two seemed to know him. That was at least enough to let her know this wasn't another enemy attack. Just a new traveler.

She pulled herself up and brushed herself off. "Is anybody else planning on dropping in? I don't even know the last three yet..."

Speaking of all the newcomers that had apparently fallen in here alongside a giant robot, Georgia gave a tired wave to them. "I'm Georgia. I'm an explorer. Let's all do out best to save the world."

She didn't sound very convincing, and it didn't take the worlds most observant person to see her nose was bleeding slightly again. She wiped it on her sleeve unthinkingly. Sending thoughts and impressions wasn't something she was trains in, and the effort along with the biting cold had irritated the wound already there from Amuro's mental emotion dump.

Wait, speaking of Amuro...

Georgia looked around the room, but there was a distinct lack of either Newtypes or dinosaurs on deck.

"Where's my boy?" She asked.

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"Just stay still, pretty bird. Don't make any sudden moves." The terrified ships cook. Slowly he reached down into the nearby trash can and lifted out a slice of meat that had fallen on the floor during prep. "Here, here."

He threw the slice to the dinosaur that was crouched down and wiggling in front of him. After the boy Georgia had told him to watch had given him the slip he'd followed her scent to this ship, and had poked around a little looking for her until stumbling into the kitchen and setting to begging like her always did. He excitedly leaped into the air, snapping up the meat before it hit the ground and gulping it down in two quick snaps. He looked expectedly at the cook, then his big sharp eyes slowly drifted to the trash can behind him.

The cook gulped and backed out of the room as the raptor fell upon its newly discovered prey.


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Male

Themesong: You Will Know Our Names (The only good quality version I can find is the extended version, sorry.)

Class: Glaiveknight

Appearance: Abigael (Basically imagine this but less beefy.)

History: Abigael grew up as a fairly weak child. He did not have much stamina to run great distances, the speed to keep up with others, or the strength to perform much actions. He was, in his home town, known as the weakling of the town. Because of this title, his blunt and sarcastic attitude, and his feminine sounding name, he was often bullied by other children, and even mocked by adults. Unfortunately, Abigael was not the brightest person either. He had average grades, and average intelligence, never exceeding expectations. Despite all the bullying and all the remarks from others, he never particularly hated himself, or minded his disadvantage in life. In fact, he was happy with only meeting the bar, never standing out or being a star student. While Abigael was happy with his life, his parents were not particular happy. They would attempt to push him, to get him to try harder, to go out and exercise, but he always either found ways out of his task, or did a mediocre job at the task. Upon growing up, his parents grew concerned. They hoped that one day they could somehow get Abigael into their line of work as Exbeast researchers, who focused in weapon creation using Exbeast design and materials, but he was shaping up to become something else entirely. As a final effort, Abigael's parents brought him into their line of work, to observe what they do and what the career is like.
On that particular day, they had brought in the corpse of an Exbeast to research and collect parts from, in hopes of creating some sort of weapon. Unfortunately, the hunters that captured the Exbeast did a poor job, as they only damaged the beast to near death and mistook it for dead, when it was simply knocked out. The researchers learned this fact the hard way, when the beast woke up. The center was in chaos, as the beast thrashed about and attacked any and all that it saw, leading to the deaths of many. Abigael's parents were forced out of the room via the mob of escaping researchers, leaving Abigael confused and alone with the Exbeast. They could do nothing but watch through surveillance cameras as Abigael struggled to dodge and find a means of escape, believing that this would be the last time they would see their son. However, this was instead where they witnessed something surprising - Something Abigael was actually skilled at: Adapting and quick thinking. For a while, Abigael could do nothing but dodge and panic, but after a few moments he quickly gathered his surroundings and came up with a plan in a matter of seconds. He saw a weapon that was in development in the room - Something another group must have been working on before the chaos ensued. A glaive, that looked to have something attached to it. He also noticed multiple heavy wounds on the beast, ones that the beast would often grasp in pain. Abigael acted quick - He grabbed the weapon without, and upon touch, the item attached activated. A bug-like machine started flying around Abigael, zipping around back and fourth, looking at him as if waiting for an order. Abigael took a chance - he pointed at the weak spots of the monster with the command to attack, and the bug obeyed. It stabbed at the beast with a blade that emerged from its body, and began glowing an odd color, causing the beast to stagger. The bug then returned to Abigael, and inserted itself into the glaive, sharing its color with the weapon. Abigael felt a sudden surge of energy, like something he never felt before, and for some reason, the beast was slowing down. Its attacks seemed to be delayed, and Abigael's speed seemed to have increased. Abigael wasted no time and began striking at the beast with flurries of attacks and dodges, back and forth, directly into the beast's already opened wounds, until the beast fell, properly dead. Immediately following the Exbeast's defeat, researchers (Abigael's parents included,) flooded the room with cheers and and congratulations, thanking Abigael for stopping the beast before it could do much damage. His parents were amazed by their son's ability to notice and use the beast's weak-points to his advantage, and also his ability to use the experimental weapon. They knew immediately what their son was meant to do, but they wanted to make a few preparations before speaking to their son.
A year later, at the age of 15, Abigael's parents presented the finished model of the glaive to him, expressing firm belief that he was more than capable of using the weapon, and of fighting Exbeast. They assured Abigael that the rest of the research group believed the same, agreeing to give the finished glaive to Abigael, on the condition that they received regular reports on the weapon's behavior, with the advice of using the bug on the the corpse of a beast the next time he fights one. They then proposed the idea of attending AcadeMMO to Abigael, explaining that this was the place where all great fighters and heroes start, and that Abigael would certainly grow to be one of these heroes if he attended. Abigael, saw this as more of a demand than a proposal, since he was already enrolled by his parents. Abigael didn't like the idea of his parents enrolling him without his consent, but he was fine with joining the academy, believing this career was as good as any. With his belongings packed up and his bug companion (Who he took to calling "Beat" for the sake of convenience,) buzzing around him, he got on a train to the academy, hoping the assignments wouldn't be too bothersome.

Statistics: Level - 1

HP - 150 (15)

MP - 150 (15)

Attack - 12

Magic - 16

Speed - 14

Accuracy - 16

Defense - 0

Evasion - 19

Resistance - 0

Spells/Skills:
Tag 'em, Beat! [2] - Abigael sends out Beat at a specific part of an enemy, stealing an aspect and applying it to himself. He gets a temporary +10 stat boost in a certain stat, depending on the enemy and what Beat attaches itself to, while the enemy gets a -10 to that stat. Does a pitiful amount of damage - 1 multiplied by the level of the skill. Adds another +10 to the bonus and -10 to the enemies penalty per level. 7 meter range. Costs 10 MP per level. Command is the skill name.

"Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures!" [1] - Abigael uses his glaive as a vault to launch up into the air, where he aims to land on the enemy. If the enemy has lower evasion than Abigael's accuracy, he hits his target and jams Beat into them, getting a level 1 version of the "Tag 'em, Beat!" skill, while also getting a few hits in with the glaive, doing 10 damage per level. If Abigael misses the target, he lands on his face and takes 10 damage. Costs 10 MP per level. Command is the skill name.

(Really sorry about the walls of text. I might have gotten a bit carried away. ^^;;)

[User]
"That is right, Sir. My name is John Harley and I'm a Summoner." John introduced himself to the gymteacher hoping that his insane amount of muscles didn't mean he only liked Martial Classes. He looked through the gym, trying to find the freshmen. "But wat exactly am I supposed to do, just spar with them or something?"To be honest John was hoping that he was just there to tell them about the dangers of Excaledvol , and maybe give them some advice. But he knew better than to expect it would be that easy.

credits:50
Akira and I are still discussing the blighted woods loot
john's stats
HP - 70 (7 points)
 MP - 40 (4 points)
 Attack - 14
 Magic - 17
 Speed - 13
 Accuracy - 13
 Defense - 13
 Evasion - 13
 Resistance - 13

Thorntail's stats
HP - 30
MP - 0
Attack - 18
Magic - 12
Speed - 12
Accuracy - 12
Defense - 12
Evasion - 17
Resistance - 14

[Assistant]
Once the cockatrice was dead, Winnifred walked over to the boy still tied up on the ground from Haruka's binds. "Beat, huh? I don't really get it," she said, listening to his story and looking at his weapon with a perplexed look on her face, "But... It doesn't sound like it should be a problem for us. Or at least for me anyway, I dunno about the others. But next time I suggest just joining a team ahead of time. I dunno about some people here, but I don't bite. Unless you turn out to actually be a weirdo stalker or something. I'll totally bite if that turns out to be the case. But, uh, since Haruka's the one who tied you up, I'll go ahead and make it her call on what to let you do."

After she had finished speaking, she sat down on the ground to wait for the rest of her team to decide what to do and when to head back. "So, what stuff are you guys gonna want from that thing?" she asked.

* Level - 1 > 2
* HP - 110 (11 pts)
* MP - 80 (8 pts)
* Attack - 19 > 22
* Magic - 6
* Speed - 10
* Accuracy - 16 > 20
* Defense - 8
* Evasion - 17
* Resistance - 5

[User]
Haruka

She smirked at the tied up boy and was suprised that the bird had already given up on fighting. She walked over to the bird while she occasionaly listened to them talking and took the loot dropping it a little closer to the group "You 3 can have all the items that it dropped and the new guy can do whatever he wants with the bird. She layed her hand on the katana and mad a swift motion holstering in the blink of an eye. She had cut all the wires with one swift movement from the new guy his body without leaving a single scratch "Just making sure thr guy steals anything from us thats all." She gently smiled at the others and waited for them to pick out the loot and activate the crystall back to the academy

Level - 1 > 2
- HP - 8
- MP - 5
- Attack - 28
- Magic - 4
- Speed - 17 > 22
- Accuracy - 12
- Defense - 2
- Evasion - 22 > 24
- Resistance - 2

[Assistant]
After receiving the loot from the now-dead Fire Rats, Taeion was able to make his way back to the Sprite which would send him back to the academy. His assignment was successful, a slightly damaged arm as his only casualty. He had also ran out of shuriken. He took note of this, and planned to buy more from the AcadeMMO's weapon store. At least, he thought they had one. He wasn't entirely sure. Taeion made his way back to the Sprite, completely forgetting about the carnage and destruction in the docks which he had inadvertently caused by luring Fire Rats out of a crate. He would take no part in the clean up of the mess either.

* Level - 1 > 2
* HP - 10
* MP - 6
* Attack - 20
* Magic - 6
* Speed - 10 > 12
* Accuracy - 25 > 28
* Defense - 2
* Evasion - 18 > 20
* Resistance - 3

Finding the Sprite, Taeion prepared to travel back to the academy, save for the fact that he had forgotten how to activate the Sprite. He tapped it lightly first. The Sprite bobbed up and down for a bit before stabilizing itself, although nothing which carried a 'teleportation' vibe seemed to occur. Taeion blinked, waiting for a few moments. The Sprite hadn't said anything so far - nor had Taeion. There was a long, drawn-out silence...

Taeion then struck the Sprite with a punch.

While it may not have been the right way to activate the Sprite, it certainly was effective. The Sprite began to glow, enveloping him in a light which grew brighter and brighter. With that, he disappeared from the docks. Moments later, he reappeared within one of the teleportation rooms within the AcadeMMO. He stepped out of the room, and looked around. He was certainly back at the academy. Taeion turned his attention toward his arm; it was healed, although there was still a minor scar - likely due to him assaulting the Sprite to try and get it to activate. Taeion would probably need to find the assistance of an actual Healer if he wished to fully remove the injury.

With little else to do, Taeion's only objectives were to eat and then return to his constant resting, perhaps even rest whilst eating, should he feel like it. He made his way to the dining hall, albeit drowsily - his Special Assignment had ended, there was nothing left to fight, meaning Taeion had returned to his lazy state. He reached the double-doors leading to the dining hall and in his absent-minded disposition, put to much effort into opening them. The doors swung open, both hitting their respective walls. With such a small amount of people in the dining hall, the noise the doors created echoed throughout the hall. It was surprising, and few of the students looked to see what had caused it. A portion, seeing Taeion, were all too aware that this was how the "Indolent Ninja" acted most the time, and simply went back to studying. Others were slightly annoyed by his obnoxious disregard for the other students within the dining hall. Nevertheless, Taeion ignored the reactions of his peers, and made his way to the cafeteria's menu.

It was hard to believe that he completed an ExBeast Assignment just a few minutes prior.

[User]
Abigael flinched at first, then relaxed when he realized he was free to move around. "Alright! Thank ya kindly. Now... Let's see..." He got up and picked up his glaive, pointing it at the corpse of the cockatrice. "Beat! Um... Tag it I guess?" Beat activated, flying up and straight towards the body. Once the mechanical beast reached the cockatrice, it zipped around it, eyeing its various parts. It then landed on the head of the beast, and a loud stabbing sound followed. Beat then glowed various colors, blinking while doing so. The blinking eventually ceased, and bug companion returned to the glaive, resting on the blunt end and closing its eye slots. A clean stab mark could be seen on the head of the cockatrice, but nothing more seemed to be missing from the monster. "Huh... That was different. Doesn't look like it did anything either. Ah well, that's all I needed."

Abigael put his glaive away, looking satisfied with his work quota being met. He then waited for the rest of the group to finish their business.


[System]
Body Character

"What the...the hell's with these sleeves? What sort of fashion genius designed this trash?"

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Race: Homunculus

Equipment:

Light Armor: "I'm not some kind of barbarian, thank you."

Short Sword+Scabbard: "...a-at least I can lift it."

"I'm not carrying this junk separately in my hands or something. Use your head, clod."

Granola+Fruit: "A healthy snack on the go!"

Torch: "Look, special eyes don't give you night vision, okay? What if there's a cave or something? Dammit."

Well-Insulated Blanket: "No, you're not allowed to share it. This is mine, you pig."

Cloak: "...I don't want to get wet if I don't have to. Stop giggling."

Combat Skills: Nil.

Non-Combat Skills:

Eyesight: Has never and will never need glasses. Short and long-distance vision is exquisite. She has special eyes.

Homunculus: Traits innate to homunculi of her make and model. As a magic-centric design, magical and mental aptitude is immense but physical specs are abysmal. Can consume food and drink, however requires them in far smaller amounts than a natural living being to continue standard functions, to the point that sustenance can largely be ignored; breathing operates similarly. Consumption of food/drink can be used to restore mana, though.

Rhythm: Highly conducive to feeling and picking up "patterns and flows" around her. Basically just a high aptitude for patterns and cohesion; like this, disruptions in established patterns are easier noticed. Would also make her a decent singer, if she could carry a tune. Ah well, there's always percussion instruments.

Mana: An existence built around use of magic; as a homunculus, her mana is appropriately high.

Magical Schools: Elemental- Wind

Magical Abilities:

Wind Magic: Standard wind magic. Not much else to say about this. As a sole specialization of magic, level of understanding and aptitude for use naturally excel.

Techniques: Nada.

Artificial Spirit
Personality: Abrasive, brash, and a bit of a bully on the whole. Has a propensity to slang in casual conversation. When acting nice, it's generally a sickly sweet chiding mockery that will fade away once she gets bored with it. Is a pure maiden regardless.

Talents:

Truths of Velocity: Base inclination towards an ability to induce effects of "Fast" and "Slow" upon motions, processes, and the like. In theory, can be meshed with magical abilities for amplification, though at its current state its use is primarily as a simple "amplifier".

Business Tycoon: Propensity for "capitalism, ho!". Stepping over the corpses of others, making money from nothing, manipulating others, spending money to make money, and so on. Even if not explicitly applied to running a business, business sense is nonetheless valuable.

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[User]
With her eyes now open, Verena looked around at the figures who were in here with her. They varied in shapes and sizes, but that wasn't anything surprising. Two things shouldn't look the same, right? Of course not, that would be weird and impractical. There would be no way to tell who was who, and everything would be confusing. There were a few interesting figures, but the majority seemed rather boring. It was a shame, these people probably couldn't keep her entertained for long.

Oh well, they uninteresting seem to die anyway.

Once Verena was done inspecting her peers, she looked at the statue. As beautiful as the statue was, Verena couldn't stand it. No, that wouldn't be accurate. The statue itself was gorgeous, and something she would want personally. It isn't the statue she hated, but what time had done to the precious thing. It had to have had no rival when it was first created, but now time has taken its toll.

Is this the power of time? Does time truly destroy all eventually? Will everybody else in this room be given the same fate as the statue? She was a vampire, but even she feared that one day time might truly be enough.

No matter how far she ran, time was going to catch up with her one day, no matter how far into the future that is.

And this was a thought that bothered her, and one she would rather do without.

[Assistant]
Everyone else should have been able to talk; why didn't they? Why did no one say anything, greet each other? How long would they stay in awkward silence before one would take the initiative to address the broader group? How much longer would everyone else be content to remain in this strange silence that Airan felt was unbearable? His own attempts to speak had all failed; it did not understand - other than the fact it simply just couldn't talk. Had this slime lost its ability to speak before its body was granted to him? Was this intentional?

Even as he approached the statue with everyone else, he could not help but feel agonized. The silence was dangerous. It was a sign they did not wish to communicate. That meant mistrust. The occupants of this room mistrusted each other, and that, Airan felt, was dangerous. Mistrust led to paranoia, paranoia led to recklessness and recklessness led to mistakes. Fatal ones. Killings in the name of self defence; any hope for teamwork and cooperation destroyed by the idea that each other was out to get everyone else.

...Come to think about it, maybe it was he who was just paranoid.

As he walked, one step at a time, his helmet's movement the only indication that his gaze was switching between all of the occupants in the room, the silent knight only wanted one thing.

Speak. Make conversation. Do anything to end this unbearable silence.

[User]
As if a benevolent goddess had deigned to answer the prayers of the metal-encased slime, the silence was broken moments later.

Though considering the means by which this occurred, perhaps it would be better to say that this goddess was less "benevolent" and more "bored". Who could really know what goddesses were thinking?

"Yo. Yo. Yo."

The homunculus who had been among the first to awaken emanated the sound three times, each time in a different pitch, as if she were deciding on which one felt most natural.

Loosing a brief cough afterwards, she then began speaking again, electing to go with the second pitch.

"Hiya, how is everyone~? You all look kinda confused too, so I'm guessing none of you remember anything before this point in time either, riiiight? Those wonderfully dumb, slack-jawed expressions of yours are just screaming the truth~!"

"...well, except for mister armor over there, but I'm sure he's the same way."

Diana immediately launched into a stream of dialogue, as if needing to warm up her vocal chords by alternating the speed of her speech from slow to fast in a mad cascade.

"Well, if you do remember stuff and I'm the odd duck out then that'd probably be for the better. Bunch of people all waking up in a room with amnesia or something, like, really? Way too coincidental to be normal, which'd mean there'd be a cause for it, which means it wouldn't be standard, which means we probably have some shared factor or situation, and that'd all be really annoying."

"Bleh, whatever, we can get to discussing what we know and don't know after we're all nice and acquainted, right? I'm Diana, but you can call me Diana. Or Miss Diana, I guess, but just Diana works too. Let's all get along~"

[Assistant]
Isa had just been about to say something, to break the silence between the other creatures, when one of them launched herself into a strange and somewhat annoying monolouge. Her pitch and tone and tempo changed constantly as she spoke, and Isa didn't like it.

"I find myself in a similar situation to you, Diana." Isa spoke slowly, calmly, not wanting to seem threatening to anyone, but not wanting to seem bubbly or immature as the girl, as Diana, had seemed to her. Isa walked closer to the statue that was in the center of the group, more so that they could see her than for her to see them.

Taking a breath, Isa made her tone lighter and tried to add a touch of kindness to her words. "I am Isa, by the way. I don't know who any of you are, but I suppose I should say that for some reason, I don't feel on edge around you. I may not remember the events that brought us together, but I trust my intuition. I dont think that any of us are meant to be enemies here."

[User]
While 2 others talked, Victor stared at the statue. It was likely that the others who were also staring at it had similar thoughts to each other, though their thoughts probably weren't the same as his own.

I wonder how much this is worth.

It was quite brilliant statue, actually. It was glowing and it was well made. It was probably magical, but there was no way he was taking it out of the cave by himself. With that said, he couldn't help but think about what he would get if he sold it, which was strange to a newly reformed body.

It was weird how the statue was surrounded by corpses, but it was weirder how he wanted to get a lot of gold. He wasn't sure why, but he really felt like he wanted a lot of money, like he couldn't live without it. The lust for gold nagged at his mind, and he couldn't hold explain it. It didn't feel like him to coop up his feelings, so he tried saying something.

His jaw fell open clumsily and a squeeky weeze emerged, somewhat reminiscent of human speech but intelligible. Something was stuck in his throat. He put his hand into his mouth and tried to clear his airway. When he pulled his hand out, it was covered in cobwebs.
Ew. Victor thought, coughing to clear out the remaining cobwebs.

"Ugh..." A voice said.
It was Victor's voice. His body's voice. It reminded him of a bad flute player's music. Probably what he should expect from a skeleton, really. But there was only one reason he tried to speak, one reason alone.
"Hey, anyone got some gold on them?" He said, adjusting his jawbone to speak better.

[Assistant]
Vaul ran his tongue along the irregularities of his teeth, against the elastic resistance of his cheeks, and the unyielding quality of the roof of his mouth. Vigor was slowly returning to his body as he sat there on his comfy little rock, and finally he stood up after some time. Using his rather ornate staff as a walking stick, he stepped over the small underground stream in the dim light, managing not to wet the hem of his robes. It felt good to move, to relax and contract his muscles to construct a more or less steady gait. Eventually, he neared the figures clustered around the statue at the center of the temple.

His ears twitched as he caught the lamia whispering "Who is she? Why is it down here? Who am I and why am I here?" and at such a relatively far distance that he was surprised himself.

"Why indeed?" Vaul replied, as he came up behind her, more to catch her attention than to offer anything useful. His eyes had a strange glimmer about them as he eyed the scales of Alyona's serpentine tail, walking with close steps in a semicircle around her before stopping at her front.

"You're a snake down there..." he breathed out in genuine amazement, with a rather nonplussed expression on his face as the gravitas of the fact sunk in. "A snake starting from," he brought his eyes up to her midriff, "And then it's humanoid," then to her face, "Thereafter..."

The moment of silence hung thickly still in the air as he stared into her eyes, his face unreadable.

"Huh," concluded Vaul, failing to come up with anything more profound. "Isn't that something."

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Alyona decided immediately that the girl that had spoken first, Diana, was quite annoying already. Maybe it was her voice or the way she changed the tone and tempo of her speech as she spoke, but it was grating on Alyona's nerves, so she ignored the girl for the time being.

However, it seemed best to introduce herself with this name that she somehow knew was hers. However, as Alyona prepared to speak, she was startled by a voice behind her. She lost her balance and almost fell over again, however managed to right herself before she could actually fall. To say Alyona was surprised would have been an understatement.

Vaul's astonishment and rather anticlimactic statement left Alyona off balance, figuratively. There were no words. Instead she shook off the daze after a moment and decided to introduce herself instead of pick up from his rather broken verbal observations. "Errr, hello, you can call me Alyona, and you are?"

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"Vaul." He replied smoothly enough, tilting his chin up in an unnecessarily prissy manner, and living up to his body's elven nature. "I'd say it would be nice to meet you, but in such a dreary place," he gestured to a nearby skeleton, then to the other figures nearby, "And the fact that we all appear to be bewildered by the situation we're in, it would be rather inappropriate, don't you think?"

"I must say," he added, running his eyes down Alyona's half-serpentine figure again. "You have a very interesting physique."

He pursed his lips thereafter, and ran his tongue across their dry length to wet them.

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"Nice to meetcha, Isa! Oh, and Mister Bones, sorry, I don't have any gold. Does that make me poor? Aw, I don't wanna be poor~" Diana hummed airily in reply, her tone having stabilized now after getting a feel for how to speak. At the reactions, or rather lack thereof, of the others who were present though, the mud doll's expression soured slightly.

"...boring. Come on, if Isa's in the same situation as me, I'm guessing you guys will be too, right~? And nobody wants to talk about that? Really? That's just plain disap-"

Diana cut herself off as she paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly.

'...that's what that must be, right? Even if I don't truly remember, this body remembers so I can still remember. And this body is telling me that...'

Her eyes shifted back to the statue as she took a step forward, looking at it with a focus completely antithetical to her prior demeanor. '...let's see, then.' She recited to herself mentally, before making use of an ability that came to the forefront as easily as breathing: Detect Magic, initiate.


[System]
Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn't tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running 'downward' or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1'3".
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a 'normal' shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its 'mind' of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn't impressive as other feats.

As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.

Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
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Instead of flinching, closing his eyes, and ignorantly letting the mysterious, tremendous suction force do its work, Zhou Yu kept both eyes open. Though not the bravest of men, he knew he needed to absorb all the information he could get so he could get a better understanding of the rules of this world as well as the game Crocus was playing with them. Amazingly, all the enemies were sucked into the small handle. It reminded Zhou of Chinese folktales and certain magical weapons, like a magical gourd that could suck in enemies, imprison them, and dissolve them into water.

Then he heard Crocus' announcement, feeling a bit nonplussed that the magical metal gourd would probably only work the one time. Well, time to use that amazing strategic mind of his. Zhou set about looking for any unconscious trooper or officer bodies that had not gone into gourd, hoping to strip the down and disguise himself, Benny, and possibly the newly arrived Westerner (Captain Supremo). Disguising as enemy troops was a surprisingly common and surprisingly effective tactic in the war-torn era Zhou Yu came from.

While he searched (probably in vain), he saw the two officers observing them from above. Their uniforms would do for Benny and himself, besides this was a 'no witnesses' type of situation and that alarm couldn't be good news. He headed to the door looking for a 'button', saying smugly to his companions, "Here, let me. I learned how doors open in this world." His confidence dropped when he was unable to locate a button, instead seeing the console that slightly resembled the one Benny had used to fly the Falcon to safety. He doubted this console could be used to control the whole moon (Death Star) but it must be for something, since it was covered in 'buttons'. Zhou started pressing things randomly hoping to get a response.

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Bondi huffed a bit and remained inside the helmet for a few moments longer. Unsure and of course not getting what the poor trooper had been trying to say. It did not really figure out the trooper was having such a hard time speaking because of the slime that was in the way to begin with. The sudden shift in balance of the person tumbling toward the floor rather caught Bondi off guard and brace itself in a flinch from fear. Simply waiting for the moment being, bracing itself for some form of impact that would come from the landing and it did! Bondi would likely be sent into a slight wobble or jiggle from the harsh landing.

Bondi was still bracing itself a bit more, expecting something more to occur. Seeing as everything began to shake a few seconds after it rather appeared it was not over yet! The trooper that Bondi had tagged had gone flying for some reason unknown to it! The trooper's helmet fell off, and apparently Bondi had fallen off as well! The slime would likely end up landing inside and filling the helmet as it had been before.

It seemed everything had ended with a voice warning of a black knight of some sort. Bondi would slowly peek around out of its fearful flinching state. It seemed the chaotic rumble had finished. It would slowly slink out from the helmet, and likely wear the attire around itself or on top of its skull as it slinked slowly toward Zhou and the curious looking double door. Bondi would give it a quick look over.

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Bruno looked around, confused.

Was the fight over? Already? Why, he was just getting started. It seemed Zhou had cast some sort of powerful spell that smote all of their foes! Incredible! Bruno felt like he had some sort of opinion about wizards before, that didn't matter now. His ally was capable of ending battles entirely on his own and entirely on purpose. Yes, indeed.

He just hoped that Zhou gave him ample time to do his fair share of axing. Bruno threw up his arms in celebration and looked around. A practiced observe would notice his burnt skin slowly knitting itself back together in a creepy fashion, somehow also repairing his clothes.

"Doh."

Bruno noticed a doorway, and pointed it out to his comrades, even though it seemed Zhou had already noticed.

He limped over to Zhou and stood uncomfortably close to his friend's shoulder, breathing loudly, looking at the console.

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Indeed, it was time once again to clear out these space henchmen, ripping through the flag and holding his clenching fist up as if he held all the power while his knuckles popped. Looking to notice the axe wielder and the guy who looks like he was from a Chinese martial arts film, Supremo smirked to continue this battle.

Turning to target his next victim, he felt the rumbling of the entire place wondering if Geo-Puncher was there? He was known for his shockwaves and quake generations. But....something crazy happened, the troops, dead, alive, whatever, they all ended up being sucked into the metal rod that was held by the martial artist (Zhou) as Supremo himself and his supposed allies were not effected either.

Toon Meister...the reality bender...had to be him...who else could do this.....oh yeah....him....

Captain Supremo heard Crocus speak up again but this time about some Black Knight. "Black Knight? I'm not afraid of this....Black Knight....bring him!" he said while Zhou was trying to figure out how to open the doors. Strutting over, Supremo looked down at what the Chinese man was pressing "Shall I smash this...or perhaps....I shall tear the doors down." Supremo offered, comingto the doors, knocking on it to figure how much force he'd need in order to open them.

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When Zhou tried the lightsaber again, Benny stayed back. And then the room started shaking, and it was all she could do to keep her bones together. As each wave struck, her joints loosened, and soon enough, she collapsed into a bone pile right there on the floor. Having been through such situations before, she clenched her fists and planted her feet so at least her hand and feet bones remained combined.

It always made clean-up easier.

Her skull landed face-up on her ribcage, just enough to glimpse the giant red flag and its storm trooper haul stretch and shrink into Zhou's lightsaber, like some kind of cartoon character that got caught in a vacuum. If she still had eyes, they would have gone wide. Holy shit, that was cool!

When the shaking stopped and the room cleared, Benny unclenched her fists and began arduous task of putting herself back together. She stopped only long enough to take in Crocus's message. She rolled her skull enough to see her pistol on the ground nearby where she had to drop it to keep her hands together.

Maybe it'd actually be more useful than the joke flag later?

No time to think about it. Just pull yourself together.

"Anyone mind giving me a hand?" she asked, only to realize Zhou was already gone by then and messing with the control panel.

Upon turning her skull to see who was left, Benny immediately skipped over Bruno. She doubted the zombie had the mental capacity to put two coconut halves together, let alone a bone puzzle. Between ducking in and out of the Millenium Falcon, using her near-useless pistol, and the giant flag mess, she hadn't noticed Captain Supremo until now. Judging by how he interacted with Zhou, Crocus apparently found another poor sap to play his game, and he seemed occupied with helping Zhou.

With them busy, and Benny not realizing the purple slime was still here in the Storm Trooper's helmet, she quickly, but meticulously felt around for the right pieces to lock them in place again. Good thing she had plenty of practice!

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@King Tai@Stekkmen@AwesomeZero5@Stern Algorithm

While everyone, save for Benny (and really, how rude were those guys to just leave her all apart like that?), moved over to the door and its console, the Imperial officers overlooking the hanger bay moved into such a position as to avoid being seen by those down below. Were they still inside that control room? Maybe, maybe not. There would be only one way to find out for certain now. Zhou, professing his newfound expertise at opening doors, making him some sort of door-expert, went to work on the control panel. However no matter how many buttons he tried or in what combination, the thing just wouldn't open. A red light kept blinking, along with the words, "Lockdown." Huh. What could that possibly mean?

Supremo gauged the door's strength, and determined they were strong. Incredibly strong. Stronger than any metal known on planet earth, in fact. Still, if he applied his might, they should crumple before supreme strength.

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Bondi noticed the doorway of course having been looking at it through a storm trooper's helmet. Man it was really hard to see or notice anything in these poor things. Why would anyone wear these? They were absolutely terrible! Bondi would then remove it, not wanting an obscured or limited vision anymore. Now noticing that Bruno was looming over Zhou and being briefly surprised by this. The two had looked so far apart when the helmet was on Bondi's head.

It seemed someone new had seemed to arrive on the scene. A superhero looking person that offered to get rid of the door issue. Bondi had barely noticed that Benny the skeleton had called out for help. The slime decided to ignore such a bit, being somewhat bitter for being suddenly thrown about and seeing as the slime was no longer it, the creature didn't want to turn back to suddenly be tagged.

"Crack it open a little if you can, please" Bondi would state, and would temporarily have to slip out of its skull at the door. Aiming to try and slip between the two doors and get to the other side seeing as it could squeeze through small cracks and the like and mold itself in various shapes. Hoping that someone would assist further if there was any issue.


[System]
Nickname(s): Roze (Used more commonly by friends), Rozie, Roza.

Gender: F

Age: 11

House: Ravenclaw
Appearance:

Try ignoring her hair and eye colour, as it changes quite often. Depending on her mood, they'll change colours, which is fairly unavoidable. More often than not, she'll have blonde hair, as she has a naturally happy disposition, and her eyes will be a warm amber colour. Blue is sad, black is pain, red is anger... you get the idea.
Other than that, she stands at a short height, with just the slightest beginning of curves along her slim body. With a pale, heart-shaped face (Although when very happy, her skin will often warm up to a healthy tan) and a sweet, dimpled grin, she often looks a few years younger than her actual age.

Just thought I'd put this on so you guys know what she's feeling when her colours of hair/eyes change.
Happy – Gold
Sad – Blue
Pain – Black
Tired/bored – Grey
Curious – Purple
Amused – Pink
Envious/Jealous– Green
Angry – Red
Fear – White
Neutral – Brown

Sometimes if two or more emotions conflict, they'll create highlights in her hair or just blend together, so she can have some funky looking rainbow locks at some points. Also, the stronger the emotion, the more vibrant the colour - and the eyes only change if the emotion is strong. Like, if she got a cut on the arm or something, her eyes wouldn't turn black in pain - but multiple cuts or broken bones, they'll turn black.

Wand: 12 1/2 Inch wand, made of a springy and intricately patterned Apple wand, and a Phoenix feather core.

Pet: A black kitten called Sora - unknown breed.

Strengths: Whether it's because she is a form of Metamorphagi or not, Roze's Transfiguration abilities are astounding for her age - on top of all the extra research she's been doing, she's already practicing to be an Animagus, and is curious as to what form she'll take once she manages it. She also has an uncanny ability of picking up new languages, whether it be Tolkien's Elvish (Which she adores) Or Gobbledegook. Also a surprisingly good singing voice, although is very shy about it. On top of this, she's been trained in hand-to-hand combat from a fairly young age. Although far from being an expert, she knows enough to stop an older kid in his or her tracks. That's what you get from coming from a slightly paranoid military family.

Weaknesses: Is often easily anxious about things, and isn't uncommon for her to fret over seemingly silly things. Feeling the need to do the best she possible can in every subject - on top of all the extra activities she'll sign herself up for - she gets stressed out from too much work to do. On top of this, she has a certain naive outlook on things - this can lead to her easily walking aimlessly into danger, not considering consequences at the thought of knowledge; her temper hardly helps with that either. Although it takes quite a bit for her to blow, the outcome is far from pretty; not too dissimilar from a volcano.

Personality: Because of her introduction to the wizarding world, Roze is still amazed and overwhelmingly curious of all the new things in this world - already adding to her naturally inquisitive nature, this made her crave for more knowledge of her new existence. Suddenly, Muggle knowledge wasn't enough for her.
Although her curiosity and wit are her most overwhelming attributes, she has a great deal of bravery within her - and of course, bravery can often go hand in hand with wisdom, for sometimes you need to be brave to acquire knowledge. She has kindness and honesty, and above all, she values friends and those she loves. However, this can be a downside for her. She is big on protecting those she cares about, probably brought on by the loss of her Mother. Because of this, she can be almost obsessive in keeping people safe, not caring if it puts herself in harms way. It also gives her knack for making plenty of enemies.

History: Roze has known of the wizard world all of her life, thanks to her Mother's legacy; sadly, her Mam died shortly after Roze's birth during a raid gone badly - she had been an Auror - and her Muggle father was left with 2 half-blood children, and a lot of information he really shouldn't have known. Thankfully, what with being in the Army and all, he was used to being discreet. So, he tried to integrate as much of the Wizarding world into his children's lives as the Muggle world they lived in, but it was hard, considering his wife was dead and he had no real connection left to the wizarding world. Rozalia's elder brother - Leo - is about 10 years older than her, and works as a junior Auror in the Ministry of Magic. He still keeps in touch with her, often joining Roze and their Father on trips back to their family's home country of Italy.

NPCs:
Antonio "Tony" Éathliel - Rozalia's Muggle Father; a Sergeant in the UK Army, he came to the country at the age of 3 with his immigrant Italian parents. Both have passed away naturally a few years before the birth of his first child, Leo. He regrets this, and also regrets that Roze never got to know her Mother; Megara. Following his wife's murder, he became slightly paranoid, and sure that his wife's work would follow her home one day. Because of this, he made sure to keep Roza and Leo trained in different manners of combat. Although Roze is only 11 years old, she knows quite a bit in hand-to-hand combat, and can work her way around a knife too. In terms of magical combat, she seriously needs to work on it - something Tony worries over a lot.

Leo Éathliel - Rozalia's 21-year-old brother; following the death of his Mother, he vowed to knuckle down on his schoolwork and gain enough marks to become an Auror. Although going against his naturally, easy-going and fun-loving nature, he managed to pass all his OWL and NEWT grades, and joined the Auror's department with no trouble. He worries about his Father and sister a lot, but makes sure to keep them safe as much as possible. He works with his Uncle - Mother's older brother - in the Auror's office, still attempting to track down those responsible for his Mother's death. Although five of the murderers were captured, three escaped; and they're on his hit-list.

Robert 'Bobby' Thrussell - Megara's older brother, and the Uncle of Leo and Rozalia. An Auror for a good thirty years, Bobby has seen plenty of shit. But, he sticks with the job, just so he can track down the people who killed his sister and a few of his good friends. A genius when it comes to lore on various beasts and whatnot of the Wizarding world, he also likes to spend his time drinking and dealing with the various scumbags that come with the job of Auror. Despite all of this, he's like a second father to Roze and Leo - having babysat them more than a couple of times while their Father was on a tour. He's also an excellent primary resource for when Roze is stuck with her homework.

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"Don't you dare say it, Ajax. No. Stupid question. Stupid." The New Zealander tried incredibly hard not to shout out 'Is abracadabra a spell?' just for the giggles. He drummed on his table as he listened to the drawl of the teacher in front of him. Despite being the master of the wandering mind, he absorbed the information like sponge does water. Or milk. Or any kind of liquid really. The information about the curses fascinated him. Was it possible to curse gas? Probably not, but it was definitely an interesting prospect. If one could have a spell so accurate that it could hit individual atoms was amazing. But, he was a muggleborn so he was silent throughout the lesson

Ajax palmed his face at homework. Of course there was homework. It was a school, a magic school but still a school. But class ended early. But the dungeons.... That was a bitch to navigate. Only through following the crowd did Ajax even get to the class early. He sighed, packing all his things. He contemplated not having internet for a year. No reddit, fanfiction, 4Chan, Roleplayerguild, facebook.....

The New Zealander smacked his face with a tired groan. "This is going to be a long seven fucking years." He muttered under his breath. He turned his attention to the front, where a group of girls talked to the teacher. He didn't pay them any mind but stopped at that (Layla) girl. He blushed and turned. He carried all of his books and walked out of the doorway.

Ajax stopped himself. "What the fuck am I doing?" He questioned himself. "Confidence. Confidence is key. Also be smooth. As smooth as you can." Giving yourself life tips on how to talk to a girl is a definite sign of craziness but it gave him a little confidence. He waited out side the doorway and waited for..... He didn't even know his name!

[Assistant] Sadria Quinn nodded as the students began to disperse, speaking to one another rather than to her. "Thank you for your attention today in class." She bowed her head politely. "I shall see you all again soon." Then she began to wander off down the hallway... Certainly not in the direction the students would go to get out of the dungeons.

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The notes Nolan took were rather extensive. They were, in fact, probably more notes than anyone needed to take on their first day at Hogwarts. He didn't want to miss any important detail. Of course once he started doing relevant readings before class, he could pay better attention. His head was spinning already from the number of spells on that list that could be considered as "dark." He was pleased to see their lesson was over. It had been a long morning and he was looking forward to some food. It hadn't even been a full day and he was already starting to love Hogwarts food.

While some students went up and talked to Professor Quinn, Nolan turned to Caelum who complimented him on his approach to the class. "Really they were just questions you have when you grow up with a bunch of brothers already at Hogwarts." He laughed. He was sure this morning had already used up everything he'd picked up in the last few years. "I don't know about cursing the teaching post though, but she wouldn't give us something impossible right? I mean, we're all first years. Even the ones who aren't Muggle-born have never used magic before."

Caelum's various sketches did not escape his notice. They were... very good. He tensed for just an instant, but then smiled and pointed at them. "Those are pretty good. You can almost feel the spooky nothing behind the bars in the dark hallways." He laughed, glancing off to the side at the actual doorway. "Yeah, it's lunch. We should probably follow the crowd, cause I'll probably still get us lost."

He gestured to the group of students headed out the door, as well as Professor Quinn, whose departure told him it was best to get moving. It seemed getting back to the Great Hall was much easier than finding their classroom had been. While the four tables remained, it seemed the houses tended to mix more at lunch than at breakfast and dinner. He probably should make more friends in his own house. He sniffed the air, enjoying the smell. "What do you think of the food here?" he asked turning to Caelum. "It's much better than the food at any other school I've been to."

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Charlotte wrote down the list of spell types from the board, but didn't quite get how she was supposed to come up with something like how to invent a curse. She didn't know any magic yet, so making up her own didn't seem likely.

She took her notes with a pencil in a spiral notebook, and she shoved the pencil back into the metal spiral as she closed it and got up to leave with the rest of the class. It seemed like she had only just sat down, but she had been late.

She caught up to Layla on her way out as well, and waited and listened as she talked to the teacher about "unforgivable curses." She didn't know anything about that, but it was starting to seem like spell classifications were completely arbitrary.

When the teacher and student went their separate ways, Charlotte caught up to Layla and walked beside her.

"So what else do you know about spells?"

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Happy that Dani had agreed to join her, Roze's hair had taken a slightly brighter tinge, making a honey brown as they sat down at the tables of the Great Hall. The food was already laid out, platters upon platters of delicious food. Firstly grabbing a bread roll Roze smiled at Dani as she began buttering it. Roze found herself prone to nattering quite a lot when it came to meeting new people, but she would have to roll it back a lot in order for Dani to be able to answer with her whiteboard. She knew a small bit of sign language, due to one of her many cousins on her father's side being deaf; but it wasn't enough to be able to hold a conversation up. Making a mental note to send a letter to her father was some books to read up on the language, she speared some bacon from a nearby platter, putting it between the bread.
"That was a pretty good first lesson, don't you think? Professor Quinn looks like a great teacher - a bit daunting though. I wouldn't really want her as our Head of House." She said, then paused with a frown. "Although, I suppose it's better than a senile ghost." They hadn't even met Professor Binns as of yet - being a ghost, he had had no reason to appear at the first feast. From what they'd heard from other students, he was useless, and probably the most boring teacher in the school. Fair to say, she wasn't exactly looking forward to their first History of Magic lesson. She'd probably do better teaching herself the subject, if all Binns was doing was reading from dusty old books for hours on end.