[System]
Age: Appears somewhere near his mid-thirties to early forties.

Race: Avadodren, or Avad, as he is known to very close friends, is 100% bonafide human.

Looks: No matter how exceptional I truly am, all that is seen is my exterior. By that standard, I was born average, and will die average. Av is exceedingly typical looking. He is of typical height, somewhere between 5'10" and 6', and average weight for his slightly slender build. He has a messy head of brown hair and a pair of gooey, dark-brown eyes. His skin is pale and fair, a few freckles smattering his brow and the bridge of his nose, to his eternal chagrin. He wears his uniform as a High Battlemage, a long, flowing robe of pale ivory white and embroidered with ash-gray and flaming red in elaborate flame patterns. His honorable stars are worn on his shoulder. He nearly always carries his spellbook with him. It is a massive tome, bound in dark gray leather and bound with ragged, long-used, gilt pages. He has a bit of a theatrical flair about him; often, he will twitch a finger and use a tightly controlled gust of wind to flip the pages instead of being a regular person and using his fingers in a more mundane fashion. Put it all together and you have a medium-tall, medium-light, brown-on-brown-on-pale person, eyes glimmering with deep intelligence, with a flamboyant nature and an incredibly sharp mind.

Bio: Avadodren Ichen Onem was born Avad Onem into a Valstand noble family of middling influence and wealth. Though he wanted for little in his childhood, he certainly had none of the absurd wealth of some of the higher families. He was trained in the standard noble pursuits; swordsmanship, riding, court manners. Then, at one particularly uninteresting party, he experienced a cataclysmic magic surge. As many such events go, there was much flash. There was, however, far more danger at Avad's magic surge than most. Several nobles were permanently injured, and his father, Veddys, was killed. Avad, desperate to escape the cloying guilt that ate at him, decided to find a noble death: a battlefield mage, torn apart either by the power of his own spellcraft or by whatever might be faced at the moment.
 Through some cruel joke of fate, he lived through every campaign, and indeed, through many years, began to creep little-by-little up the ranks. Eventually, his desire for a good death fled, replaced by a savage desire to ascend to the highest echelon of magic: an Archmage. He took the name of the greatest Archmage in the history of Valstand: Odren. He appended it to his own, calling his determination for all to see: I will be an Archmage. Along the road, he took an honorific as well: at the battle of Ichen, he distinguished himself by saving over a thousand men with a well-timed fog cloud to obscure the enemy's lines of sight. Thus, 'Of Ichen's Glory' became his military title. He internalized it, turning it into a name as he fully took it for himself, becoming nigh-obsessed with his rise to glorious power, burying the memory of his past and determined to make his late father proud.
 Over time, that motivation faded. He was no longer a child, and became able to look back without regret. His meteoric rise through the military steadied off as his frenzied energy petered away, and he settled into the life if a professional High Battlemage. While he still aspires to the Archmage's mantle, he longer pursues is feverishly. He's a close confidant of the king, and is able to see the good buried beneath the tyranny. He firmly believes the king has the best interests of his subjects at heart, and will support him in nearly endeavor.

Other: In departure from his typicality, Av is an exceedingly skilled mage specializing in storm magic. In particular, he has a talent for nimbomancy, or the control of clouds. He has a lesser talent for direct combat with his magic--although the lightning bolts and lashing rain ensure that he's no slouch there, either--but rather, when engaging, is far more adept at tactics and strategy. His fog and cloud control allow him to craft expert illusions and massive concealment and for one of his age, he has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of military strategy, born both of natural aptitude and of enormous amounts of study. As a side of effect of his long military experience, he is able to remain unbelievably calm under pressure.

[User]
Avad:

The man crumpled his head into his hands as he looked over the situation in the garden below.

"What a mess this has turned into," he muttered. "It would've been such a nice party, too. I've not been to one for quite a time." For a moment he had a flashback to gashing bolts of lightning searing into unexpecting partygoers, but shrugged it off. It's been near twenty-five years. I can handle it.

Sighing heavily, he took his head out of his hands and raised one into the air with outstretched finger, a bead of silver-gray light coalescing at the tip. Grunting out "Andom têllumar erentêl vanastel" and tracing a sigil in the air with the light on his finger, he turned to the patrol of guards beside him as the garden filled with billowing gray fog. "Go down there and calm them down. They're confused, there are rumors spreading, they don't know what's happening. And please," he added with a withering glare, "Sost's bones, do not use lethal force. Try not to injure at all. They've all on the edge of riot already. The last thing we need is more chaos."

A salute, and they ran to do so. One, however, remained in salute. "Sir!" he bellowed, "what are you going to do?"

Avad sighed. "First, soldier, I'm going to do this." Again his voice lowered to a mutter: "Andom arbricopis êthen olmfeil." He traced a different sign, and he eyes of the soldier in front of him gleamed a dull gray and he rubbed them a moment, clearly confused. Avad inclined his head. "Fogvision. Otherwise you'd be as blind as those in the cloud down there. It's on all of your squad. And now," he turned, his ivory robe swirling about him in a suitably dramatic fashion, he thought, "I need to pay somebody a visit."

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Grim-faced, Avad stood by the cell that the princess was in. He'd been taking care of her from afar for years now, and she looked as he'd never seen her: defeated. That was the word. Her eyes were dull, and she seemed closed in on herself. He sighed for what was perhaps the seventieth time that day.

"Tahra," he began wearily, "why would do kill her? You were so close to the throne. I've known you for many years, girl, and I don't think you're stupid. So why?"

He hadn't believed it when first he heard. He'd heard, after all, many strange rumors from the guard barracks of the castle, ranging from the tragic to the raunchy and all in between. He'd thought nothing of one that the queen was dead, killed by her daughter. In fact, it wasn't even the first time he'd heard that.

But then he saw the queen's body in the sanctum.

It had taken a vast amount of convincing to be let down here. Technically, only the highest ranks of military--General, Fleet Admiral, Archmage Ascendant--were allowed into the holding cells for those condemned to death, but he'd pulled some strings and pulled rank to slip down here 'unnoticed' for a brief time to talk to Tahra. Even then, he'd had to conceal himself in a misty shroud when making his way down into the truly deep cells, where only the king was allowed to walk.

"And one more thing, Tahra," he said, voice softening, "I know you'll die on the morrow, but...where are your wounds? You're doing a remarkable job of hiding them. The king was holding a bloody sword, said Eiendol. So the least I can do as courtesy is to treat them." For yet another time that night, a bead of light leapt to his finger, though it was more of a gold than a silver. He grunted and swayed. "Been off the front too long, getting soft and out of practice," he admonished himself. Locking eyes with the princess, he spoke. "Healing magic. Not the best at it, but if you don't know some, you're orders of magnitude less useful on the battlefield. Now, your torso is covered in blood. Let me patch you up."

[Assistant]
Tahra was only mildly surprised to see Avad had come to see her. She laughed when he asked about her wounds. "There is no need, Avad. Ha na- hen cuil. It is my mother's blood, shed for me, that soaks my armor."

Tahra offered no defense, as far as she was concerned she had killed her mother. Her mother had told her to leave but even if she'd had the time she would not have left, she had always known she could not leave her people under her father's rule. The longer his reign the harsher he got, the more uneasy his subjects became – they knew their King was afraid of losing his power and would stop at nothing to keep it. He had murdered thousands of his own people to keep them in check. Their one hope had been the Princess, but now, she was as good as dead.

"You should not be seen with me, it will not paint you in a favorable light in my father's eyes."

[User]
Ian was filled with both regret and relief about his current situation, he'd managed to get into the castle, that much as simple, but the regret came when the realization of just what he was doing set in, thankfully that assassination of the queen caused a good deal of strife and he was able to take advantage of the confusion to get as far as he did. He still ran into trouble as he got closer to the inner parts of the castle.

He was getting hung up more and almost got himself caught once, but then a large fog cloud rolled in as he was trying to cross the gardens. After silently thanking whatever god was favoring him at the moment he carried on, having to take a slightly longer way around to avoid getting caught in the fog himself, and quickly snuck through the entrance to the dungeon, and after a short encounter with a half-asleep jailer to obtain his keyring, he found his way to the lower dungeons.

When he finally found Tahra's cell and peeked around the corner he saw a war hero of a battlemage standing just in front of her cell. He pulled back around the corner and sighed, contending with a Royal high battlemage was definitely not something he wanted to do but he couldn't exactly wait around for however long it would take for him to leave. "here we go" he murmured under his breath and went around the corner again. At least the mage was distracted with talking to the princess, so all he really had to do was keep his footfalls as silent as he could as he sprinted down the hall behind him. He lowered his shoulder and turned slightly as he ran, aiming to shoulder-check the man's face into the bars and hope to the highest of hells that would be enough to knock him out.

[Assistant]
Avad's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to ask a question of the princess.

Then, suddenly, he found himself flung bodily forward and his face slammed into the steel bars of the prison, coming very close to knocking him out. A shell of transparent gray light peeled away from his body and he gasped for a moment in the sheer shock of the moment. Whatever had hit him, it had gone through his shielding as though it wasn't there, and still slammed him into the prison hard enough to bring him close to unconsciousness. As it was, he was heavily winded and unable to rise.

Understand, Avad was not overfond of close-quarters combat. Indeed, he was close to useless at it, and his official robe provided little in the way of protection. He was used to sitting in the backlines of an army and manipulating the battlefield from a distance, not brawling with the lithe, white-haired man that had just tackled him down.

Gasping for air, he tried to mouth a few words to a spell: "Achm...Achma..." but ended up only wheezing instead, the gritty stone of the dungeon floor pressing far too hard for his liking into his prone form. He raised his right hand to draw a glyph in the air, but without the corresponding words of power, there was no point. It was like trying to move water with a sieve; the magic simply drained through his hand. At last, he managed to gasp the word out and draw the glyph: "Achmat." Lightning.

There were dangers associated with phrasing a spell so carelessly. With no verbal direction of what to do, the lighting he called could do whatever it pleased. And of course, it was just his luck that the spell recoiled on him. While it succeeded in launching a bolt of lightning at the man before him, it also coursed a jolt of electricity through himself. Without the grace of his shield, he was rammed forcefully back by his own magic, colliding with the opposite wall and groaning heavily. Raising his head, he looked to see if anything had come of his spell. Anything at all, barring hurting him even further.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User] Zuri looked at Felix with a smile since she made some progress with her training. "It's a little bit tiring but I got to practice my abilities without having to worry about failing since everything inside was all just make believe." She pauses for a bit, "I tried to optimize my spells a bit and practice some new ones I had in mind, it was productive and lots of fun!" Zuri looked tired but satisfied. She checks the time and notices that it's already night time. Zuri lets out a yawn as she stretches and says "I guess it's time for all of us to get some rest.."

[Assistant]
While watching his movie, Nemo was stirred from his concentration by the racket going on outside his room. He leaned to the side and grabbed the vintage looking remote control that paired to his television and paused the western. The silence allowed him to better eavesdrop on the conversation. After pulling his blanket to the side Nemo stood up with his coffee cup in hand and walked to the door. He unlocked it and peered outside, taking a sip as he looked around. By this point Raiya had ended the call and entered her room. I guess that explains Miss Grumpy. He thought before closing the door, forgoing locking it and returning back to his movie.

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After a few moments a voice emitted from Raiya's manadial. "I presume you've already gotten most of the bad news?" The man sounded rather young, probably in his mid thirties. His voice sounded confident and condescending, with a slight accent to it. It was definitely Italian, but he had clearly worked hard to minimize it. "Well... I hate to break it to ya, but that's only the half of it amore mio." He added with a slight chuckle.

[User] Raiya gritted her teeth. "It was you wasn't it? At the pier? You either have a real huge set of balls on ya, or you've got a pretty strong death wish." A part of her knew before she answered that the call was from the man who assaulted all her men at the pier, and now also massacred everyone at her processing plant. "When my men find you, I'm going to kill you personally. Not swiftly with the stroke of my sword, but slowly over the course of a month, your bruised and broken body chained to a metal chair in a room where no magic can be cast. There are things that the Yakuza taught me that will make you beg, plead for death. Make you regret ever being squeezed out of your mother's womb. I hope you are prepared for recompense."  Raiya's voice was slowly rising throughout her diatribe, her anger was stoked from an ember to a fire.

[Assistant]
"Yeah... that was me, but that second part is odd, because that's exactly what I thought about you when I heard you skipped town and expected to still remain top dog in a city you aren't even present in. Now that my friend, is a bit bold of you. Che palle, Mamushi! Che palle! Frankly I was a bit insulted. I heard the whole incident was a bit embarrassin' too, one guy walks in and makes you bend the knee huh? How do you think that makes me feel? Certainly ain't scared." The voice paused for another brief chuckle.

"I suppose I should introduce myself though. You're probably more familiar with my cousin Vincenzo, leader of the New York branch of the Giarciano gang, second biggest gang in town. But the truth is that ole' Vin just hasn't been tough enough with ya Mamushi. That's why I'm here now, Gianni Giarciano, The Don, capo dei capi." Gianni paused for a couple moments before continuing.

"Giarciano gang been number two for too long, but that's soon to change. Let me tell you how this is gonna go amore mio, you're gonna tell your stand in back there to pack all your shit up, and take a fuckin' hike. 'Cause you're all done in this city Mamushi. Boom, it's over. Your territory, mine. Your operations, mine. See where this is going yet? Hell, if any of your boys want a job I'm fuckin' hirin' here. Otherwise you all can fuck off with your tail tucked and find a new shit-hole to run. Got it?"

Gianni suddenly added on before Raiya could get a response in. "Because let me tell you what's going to happen if you don't. What went down at the pier is just gonna be a little appetizer for what's to come. Me and my boys are gonna run a train on you junkies. Crux gang ain't got the muscle any more, especially when I have all my homeland assets in town with me as well. You're outnumbered, you aren't even here to lead your own gang, I'll squash every last one of you tattooed greaser rats until there ain't one left. And I even hope you show up yourself so I can cave your skull in myself with my bare hands like I did your buddies at the pier. You aren't the first magi I've tangled with."

"I'll give you until midnight, tomorrow, to give me an answer. Otherwise there's gonna be bodies in the street." Gianni finished after a short pause and then hung up.

[User]
"I honestly can't see why we couldn't imprint it onto that old thing of leather, assuming the final product isn't cumbersome. Everything seems promising thus far." Travis causally replied after finishing off the contents within his mug in one gulp, his focus still centered at his rough draft.

It was then Travis had taken notice of Felix assuming a comfortable posture with a rather satisfied expression on his face. Someone seemed pleased. As it turned out, his Talent counterpart was compelled to complement him on all of his work and contributions to them team, even going as far as stating his integral he was in getting them this far. Travis felt proud by the recognition though he didn't know how to verbally respond. Renown or prestige were pleasant once received though he found more sentiment with accomplishing the task at hand nd the greater good that came with it. His work and craftsmanship was what he strived for.

Travis produced an embarrassed chuckle but decided not to elaborate more once Zuri came into the conversation and reported on her training. It appeared she was also being the productive the best she could as well, "Splendid work, Zuri."

Upon her second advisory of calling it a day, Travis examined the time on his manadial before turning to face Felix, "I concur with Zuri. Now that we have finally something to work with, I think we would be more productive after getting some actual rest rather than topping off more caffeine shots."


[System]
Age: Over 30,000 but he's forgotten the precise amount

Fandom (If anything): Mostly original, but very loosely based on The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel

Skills: All styles of Combat. He is a master warrior in every sense of the word. An expert with swords, spears, bows, axes, rifles, pistols, rocket launchers, you name it he's wielded it before in combat with high effectiveness.

He's also a master mechanic and tinkerer. He's no scientist however, he can build any machine, but is lousy with computers or some more advanced tech.

He's enormously strong, capable if lifting nearly 10 tons, and is surprisingly fast for his size. He is a master of virtually all martial arts from Earth as well as boxing and kickboxing. Basically he could kick your butt 7 ways to Sunday without breaking a sweat.

Limited Magic. His species has powerful magical abilities derived from their Aura. A electrical field surrounding the body. Harnessing this field his race can cast powerful magicks. Horus however has focused entirely on his physical prowess and has very little talent at magic

Fears: Losing his lover Iris. Not being able to protect those he cares about.

Likes: Combat. Tinkering. Exercising. Booze. Wrestling on TV. MMA. Disney Films (Mostly because Iris likes them). Cars. Working on Cars. Car magazines. And of course, his lover Iris and the fun times they have together.

Hates: Combat. Monsters in general. Warlords. Slavery. Arrogance. Beings who think little of humans and hurt them. Superhero movies. VW Beetles. Stand up comedy.
Description: Horus is a giant of a being. Over 9 feet tall and weighing over 1000 pounds he is built of solid muscle. His body otherwise looks pretty much human, except that his head is that of a hawk with white and black plumage and a yellow beak.
He dresses a lot like a lumberjack. Heavy working boots, jeans and usual a checkered flannel with the sleeves rolled to his elbows
His entire body is covered in old scars and wounds. There is barely a patch of skin unmarked by them

Background: Horus was born long ago in the city of Danu Talis, more commonly remembered as Atlantis. His lived among his kin, a race known as Elders. They were not all like him however as Elders starts their life looking more or less human, then become affected by something called 'The Change' as they grow older. An Elders body will change and malform seemingly at random. Horus's change gave him his massive strength, size and bird's head.

He lived on Danu Talis for many thousands of years with his parents, Isis and Osiris, and his sister, Nepthys. It was there he met his sister's best friend Iris, and fell in love. They courted for centuries when the shattering happened. Danu Talis was torn apart by dozens of natural disasters, seemingly having come out of nowhere. As a result he lost it all. His sister murdered, and his lover taken by his own parents, for they had been behind the destruction of the city.

He spent the next 10,000 years trying to find and kill his own parents for their horrible crimes, not only for the death of his sister, but for the millions of deaths they had caused by destroying Danu Talis. Finally, with the aide of a powerful Elf warlock, he managed to recover his lover and put an end to Isis and Osiris. That was over 5,000 years ago. Since then he has helped humanity from the shadows, slaying monsters and others who posed a threat to humankind.

He founds himself at the room under mysterious circumstances, having been on the run with his lover and their adopted daughter Hanna after rescuing the girl from a evil science lab

Items: Nothing of note

Other: Nothing of note

[User]
*Finnick chuckles as he floats his staff into his hands*
Finnick: Oookayyy, I'll be leaving after that.
*He rolls his eyes as he tosses Tiaz a pouch filled with a blue dust, which glows of its own accord. If Tiaz were to touch it with bare skin, he'd feel slightly ill as he wouldn't have an immunity to the substance's effects*
Finnick: Don't take it all at once. Even for a big guy like you, you'll probably be dead in an hour. This shit connects you to the Fade, so have fun while it lasts!
*He smirks as he looks at his elf companion*
Finnick: See? I can be easy going. Not that I need to prove it to you, after that caravan incident.

*The elf just rolls her eyes, though she's glad the fight is over*

[Assistant]
*Sasha sighs.*
Sasha: They went off to deal with the storm, and make it go away.
*She sits back, and closes her eyes. Not really sleeping, just keeping her eyes closed.*

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*Gordon sighs.*
Gordon: Oh it's nothing, just something... stolen from me, and then he stole it from the ones who stole it from me. So I'm just making sure it goes to it's rightful owner. Which is me.
*Frowns at Finnick.*
Gordon: Oh wonderful. Glad to see you finished your little chat with Lion-O.

[User]
*Finnick smirks at Gordon*
Finnick: Sure did! And I didn't have to stain my robe, that would've been a travesty. On continental proportions, I might add.
*He looks back at the elf*
Finnick: Ready to go? I'm hungrier than a Fennec in a desert. Unless Gordy here needs something? I get the feeling that the cat doesn't like me.

[Assistant]
*Zeta sighs, and relinquishes her load of wood to Xan after a couple seconds thinking and rrying not to be scared.*
Zeta: Well I'll rest once the holes are patched...
*She turns to shrug at Jillian, and notices her small smile, which she responds to with a bigger smile.*
Zeta: Don't worry, he's a hottie.
*She the looks back at Xan and tries not staring at herface, cause she pretty scared of the giant kitty.*

[User]
*Jillian has raises a eyebrow, and keeps her smile.*
Jillian: The only thing I am worried about is if he plans to kill us or not.

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*Gordon sighs, and nods.*
Gordon: Yes I guess we should be doing that though I still have some question.
*He looks over at Tiaz.*
Gordon: So Lion-O how long have you owned these 'lands.'

[Assistant]
*Xan hefts the extra weight without complaint and keeps walking.*

*Tiaz growls at everyone, tucking the baggie away in his robe before looking at Gordon*
Tiaz: 3-4 moon cycles. Why does it matter to you human?
*His look darkens considerably*
Tiaz: And my name is not Lion-O! I am Tiaz!

*Taboo frowns and gets up*
Taboo: I will leave you. Good day.
*She walks off to find someone else to question*

[User]
*Zeta smiles at Jillian, and nods*
Zeta: He probably will at first. But don't hold that to him, pretty sure he won't succeed.
*She smiles again, then speeds up to catch up with Xan*
Zeta: You know you don't have to help me so much.

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*Eustace eventually speeds up to start walking at the front of the group, and doesn't even look over his shoulder.*
Eustace: Camp is close. Follow me.
*He veers off slightly in another direction, which is towards the camp like he said.*

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*Vaseraga hasn't stopped pacing, nor has he eaten since Eustace left.*
Vaseraga: His reconnaissance is taking too long. Look for him.
*Beatrix sighs loudly, and stands up with a frowny face.*
Beatrix: "Beatrix do this", "Beatrix do that"... you need to start pulling your weight Spiky.
Vaseraga: Shut your mouth girl. Get going.
*Beatrix humphs again, then starts conveniently walking towards Eustace.*

[Assistant]
*Lecter follows after Eustace, still keeping an eye out for threats*
Lecter: How many of you are there?

*Finnick yawns as he pulls a root out of one of his pockets, and he starts chewing on it*
Finnick: Three whole moon cycles. Impressive that a cursed one even got that far. Normally a demon or Templars would've taken care of that by now. Guess they're slacking.
*He can't help but smirking, like usual*
Finnick: Doesn't help that I put four more of them in the ground.

[User]
*Jillian nods back.*
Jillian: As you say.
*She keeps walking along, ignoring the other two's conversation, and focusing on keeping guard.*

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*Gordon sighs with boredom, and checks his tablet one last time.*
Gordon: Sure Lion-O, and with that I think I will take my leave. I'm sure I'll be seeing you all very soon.
*He walks a few paces from the group, waves, and then suddenly he implodes. All that is left is a pile of ooze, which quickly begins to disintegrates.*

[Assistant]
*Finnick laughs as Gordon implodes, and he rolls his shoulders*
Finnick: Alright, I'd say it's time we take our leave. Enjoy the Lyrium, neighbor!
*He laughs as he walks away, with the Elf following at his side*
Elf: Where to next?
Finnick: Somewhere with more Lyrium! Or a tavern. I could go for grilled food.

[User]
Eustace: Three. Myself included. All as able as the other in our respective specialties.
*As he says this, a woman dressed in armour very similar to Zeta's, only a dark blue with jet black trims, lands in front of the group from a tree.*
Girl: His specialty is being a blank faced asshole who never misses. I'm the cute one.
*She smiles, and casually skips towards Eustace, who doesn't react to being called an asshole.*
Eustace: Beatrix, meet Lecter, John, and that bird.
Beatrix: Hiya everyone! Bird-guy looks like Nezahualpilli with a better mask.
*As she says that, she pokes out her tongue to Horus, and moves around to everyone for a better inspection of them. She might seem casual and immature, but she's a skilled fighter, better than Zeta in a lot of ways except taking advantage of people being off-guard. She smiles at both Lecter and John, trying to be a flirt. Eustace continues walking, knowing they're not that far. Probably another post.*
Beatrix: Hello you twoooo!
*She's more or less trying to ignore Horus cause he isn't cute :3. Her sword, which is sheathed on her hip emits a black glow, which is visible even though it's completely sheathed, cause it's coming through the top.*

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*Vaseraga hears Beatrix being loud, cause yeah they're not that far, so he stops pacing, turns towards the source of the sound, and crosses his arms.*

[Assistant]
*Lecter nods to Beatrice, and smirks at her comment about Eustace*
Lecter: Never misses. Quite the fest.
*He watches Bea bounce around, and takes an interest in her sword*
Lecter: Interesting blade. Guessing it wasn't a Devil bound one, if you're like your companions?

[User]
*John smiles at Beatrix more cause of his bad habit of smiling at anything that smiles at him, and waves dumbly at her.*
John: Hello you!
*He watches her, and can't help but stare at her figure cause John is a perverted alcoholic (with a heart of gold xD).*
John: Yeah sure swords nice looking.
*Clearly not looking at sword.*

---
*Gordon appears somewhere in the forest, miles from the room, and epicenter of the storm. He casually pulls out his tablet, taps a few things, and a red crack in reality tears itself open. Out of the crack plops a large black box, with a screen and keyboard. He casually clicks a few keys on the keyboard, and watches the screen flash to life. It takes a moment of loading, before it displays a word box with a simple question. 'Start buliding procedures now?' and next to that is a green yes button, and a red no button. He clicks the yes, and walks away from the device.*
*The machine hums to life, and gradually beings to unpack itself. More red rifts open up, spilling out similar boxes, which all begin to unpack. In a matter of minutes the boxes are able to makes a large metal bunker.*
*Gordon smiles, walks inside the small bunker, and begins his work.*

[Assistant]
*Xan looks slightly abashed*
Xan: Sorry... Just wanting to help. Not had friend in... long time... Besides! You hurt, I not! I can carry wood.

*Horus eyes Beatrix, watching how she moves, focusing on her footwork. He realizes she knows exactly what she's doing and makes a note not to underestimate her.*
*He then shoots a look at Eustace*
Horus: My name is Horus! Not bird-man!
*He looks down at Beatrix and nods to her*
Horus: Beatrix hm? I am Horus, the Avenger. What is a Nezahualpilli?
*He doesn't act particularly friendly, but he's trying not being rude either*
*He rolls his eyes when he notices where John's have strayed and sighs*
Horus: I take it then that you're also after this book?

*Tiaz snarls at everyone once more before turning and walking away. He limps through the woods back towards his cave-home*

*Taboo sees Iris and Hanna asleep on the couch, but decides the dragon-woman doesn't look like someone to be messed with. Instead she strolls into the kitchen and lazily pokes around, trying to figure out what everything is. She accidentally turns the dishwasher on and begins fiddling with the microwave*


[System]
Runan Isles Savior Corps

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Established in the wake of Westwel's destruction, the Runan Isles Savior Corps is by no means the most impressive program on Illun, but it's well-funded and well-run by a few survivors of Westwel's own Corps.

Character Info

Name – Besca Darroh
Age – 35
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Originally from Westwel, Besca Darroh has been around Saviors her entire life. Her grandfather had helped fell the Modir who would become "Dragon," and her father had headed Westwel's burgeoning Savior program. She met dozens of pilots, watched as their connection to the Modir ate away at their minds and bodies. Other nations treated their pilots like a resource to be burned through, kept at arm's length in all but public affairs. Besca, however, went out of her way to engage with Westwel's pilots and even piloting candidates, caring after them with a degree of humanity which was, frankly, missing in the programs of other nations. Her methods were derided as frivolous and naïve by her peers, but the pilots appreciated it, which, to her, was all that mattered.

She lost many things in Westwel's fall; her home, her father, her friends, and no small piece of her faith in humanity, but ironically enough she didn't lose her job. When Runa took in her country's refugees, and subsequently acquired their first Savior, they came to the last living member of Westwel's program for help in founding their own.

Nowadays, Besca doesn't often involve herself in the politics of the program. Technically speaking she isn't even chief of operations—a position occupied by the Runan government—but rather, her duties revolve around "pilot maintenance." While she hasn't lost her desire to make life easier for the pilots, she isn't nearly as incorrigibly optimistic or sunny as she once was.

Character Info

Name – Dahlia St. Senn
Age – 18
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Dahlia was a toddler when her home was destroyed by the Modir, spirited away from Westwel in the arms of a family friend. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in the quiet, lakeside town of Hovvi. She was, like many children, absolutely enthralled by the Saviors, so when she tested positive and was whisked away into orbit, Dahlia thought her dream had come true. She missed her friends, and her adoptive father, but this was her opportunity to do something important. This was her chance to help.

She had no idea.

Runa's Savior, Dragon, had not been phased by a single pilot until Dahlia entered the cockpit. With its potential finally unleashed, she was able to end invasions within minutes—which was crucial, because she couldn't remain connected for much longer than that before the giant's neural regeneration reached critical levels.

Dahlia has become Runa's WMD, and as such, she actually doesn't pilot as much as she did before R.I.S.C. acquired its two other Saviors. Besca has become rather protective of her, not wanting to risk putting her in situations where she may be forced to over-exert herself, or risk being overtaken.

Character Info

Name – Hadrian Ghaust
Age – 38
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Hadrian Ghaust is Helburke personified. He is strong, unrelenting, stoic to a chilling degree, and utterly devastating in the cockpit. Ghaust is also a veteran pilot, having commanded the Savior Marrowman in service of the Helburken crown for 20 years, and despite a phasing speed so slow that he rarely deigns to use his magic at all, he was well on his way to becoming one of his country's most accomplished pilots.

However, Ghaust's priority has always been the fight against the Modir, and Helburke's clamor for political power is something he viewed with silent disdain. To him, using Saviors to settle diplomatic disputes isn't just wasteful, it's shameful. So, when Helburke ordered him to bring Marrowman to bear against the newly-risen Runa's Dragon, he refused. When, then, he was given the ultimatum of going through with the duel or forfeiting his rank and position, he looked his general in the eye, ripped the pilot's medal from his collar, and left his home behind.

Overnight Ghaust was made a Pariah in Helburke, and his home turned against him. He was forced to leave, and though several foreign programs sought him out, Ghaust denied them all, even passing up a pilot's seat in Eusero. Instead, he went straight to the burgeoning program in Runa, who was more than happy to take him.

Character Info

Name – Safie Calhan
Age – 22
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

R.I.S.C.'s newest pilot, Safie has spent the past year earning her place at Dahlia and Ghaust's sides. Born and raised in Runa's largest city, Queenshand, Safie was one of countless starry-eyed youths who dreamed of the day she'd get to step inside the cockpit of a Savior. A positive connection-test put her on the path, but it was the months upon months of personal training, rigorous study, and nights spent running sims until dawn that pulled her ahead of the other aspirants. With a phase potential speed just above average, she was a perfect fit between Runa's other two pilots.

While Dahlia has accrued something of a heroic mythos about her, she's often reclusive and hesitant to make many public appearances. Safie on the other hand loves to meet the people she's helping, be that with personal visits, answering fan-mail, or simply getting her hands dirty cleaning up after the messier invasions. Some see her approach as distinctly Euseran, but Safie didn't become a pilot for the attention, she became a pilot because it was the right thing to do.

Character Info

Name – Lucis Abroix
Age – 25
Affiliation – Casoban, on loan to the R.I.S.C.

Casoban's sole effort to save Westwel, while ultimately futile, planted the seeds of goodwill between it and Runa. Casoban has always lived in the influential shadows of Helburke and Eusero, but allied with Runa, the two manage a strong presence on the world stage.

As a show of solidarity, Casoban has even begun sending a Savior of its own as backup to Runa's invasions. Enter: Lucis Abroix.

Lucis is perhaps one of Casoban's most beloved pilots, despite having only a handful of deployments to his name. Handsome, personable, with a poetic flare and the voice of an angel, many people back home already consider him the face of Casoban's Savior program—a role he is more than happy to play. Lucis makes regular public appearances, seemingly never missing an opportunity to espouse his love for the beauty of the world, and his burning desire to protect it from the Modir.

[User]
"Hey hey!" Dahlia greeted as Quinn walked through the door. She stood stirring a ladle over a slow-cooker. Savory smells filled the dorm—chunks of tender beef soaking in a thick, aromatic bone-broth stock. Spices drifted in the air that, even after a month were still foreign to a nose like Quinn's, all of which Dahlia was careful to lay out and show her whenever she asked. "I asked Besca to prep stew for tonight, just finishing it up now! She ought be here in a few minutes."

Quinn threw herself down into her blue chair, and Dahlia set out a few glasses on the counter. She was glad she'd changed the channel beforehand—it likely would have been weird for Quinn to hear strangers from other countries, or even just other cities, talking about her so animatedly.

And, as if to prove her own point: "Some people were listening to the communications from the end of the duel. Did I really sound like that?"

It wasn't the first time comms had been leaked, and it was no more surprising. Often the Board would arrange for certain snippets to land in the laps of favored news organizations now and then, if they felt it would lead to good press. With the storm Quinn's stunt had set in motion, they were likely trying to get ahead while they could.

"It was pretty tense. You can get loud when you want to," she giggled. "That's not a bad thing. It's good, you know, that you stick up for yourself. Even to Besca."

Setting the lid on the cooker down, Dahlia came over and threw herself onto the couch. "Besides, for a first leak, I thought it was cool. You know what mine was? They got me on the lift riding up to connect for the first time—ohmygosh, you could hear my teeth chattering—and I asked Besca where the bathroom was in the cockpit." Her ears went red, she rubbed her hands over her face. "Ughgod, it still comes up sometimes. I'll show up somewhere for an interview and they'll make sure they put me near a restroom. Kill me. At least this is something you can be, like, proud of."

[Assistant]
Dahlia always knew how to make Quinn feel better. Her trepidation at the the oddness of it all, people listening to her without her being there, faded away. Dahlia had dealt with this for years. If she ever had a hard time, she could just ask her sister, right? And it was nice to know that having communications leaked wasn't a new thing, wasn't strange. She'd had enough of 'strange' for a little while.

And as Dahlia discussed her first leak, Quinn felt an unfamiliar sensation welling up within her, starting in her stomach and spreading upward like bubbles. Something she'd felt before, but not for a long time. For a moment she didn't really understand what it was, and it dimmed within her. But it came back once Dahlia finished speaking, rushing up like soda poured too quickly and overflowing before she could even hope to check it.

And Quinn burst out laughing.

Not the weak chuckle she'd given two weeks ago, when Dahlia had knocked her on her ass just by stepping back when they were sparring, and certainly not the death's-head laugh from the war room a week ago. No, this was a full-throated laugh born from genuine happiness and the release of a terrible tension, and it filled the room suddenly and unexpectedly.

She slapped her hand over her mouth in surprise, but she couldn't stop the giggles that leaked out from between her fingers even still. If there was one word to describe her expression, it was taken aback. But in a good way. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. And though the guilt bit at her heels still and a part of her knew that it always would, her sister didn't hate her, was there, and always would be. So Quinn was...

Happy.

She was really, really happy.

[User]
It had been a long and mountingly frustrating day, and Besca was ready to scream. Really, she was ready to smoke. She needed it. God, she needed it. Just a minute or two away from everything, all the papers and phone calls, the memos from above laying out interview requests. And now, this business with Casoban and Helburke…

She just wanted to step into the observatory, light up, and stare at the stars for a bit. For two minutes, pretend she was somewhere else, someone else, who didn't have to juggle one international incident after another.

But on the way there her stomach growled, and she remembered that Dahlia wanted to make stew tonight. Two days laid up after losing chunks of herself to the ichor, and the first thing she'd asked to do was cook something for all of them to eat together. The small pack in her pocket lost its luster, and she swerved in the commons towards the dorms instead.

And lucky she did. Two minutes would have been too many. She'd have missed the sound of them laughing.

She opened the door to see both of them sat in the living space, cackling like mad. Quinn was covering her mouth, giggling through her fingers. Dahlia had her head pressed back into the pillow, barking laughter out at the ceiling.

Suddenly Besca felt like she'd just woken up after the best night's sleep of her life.

"What's so funny?" she asked, tossing her coat onto a rack and kicking off her shoes.

"I told Quinn about the leak from my first practice" Dahlia said, voice pitching high.

Besca grinned. "Oh, god. Yeah. Quinn, you should have seen the look on her face the first time we interviewed at Late Night with Laurel, and the PM scurried up to her and said they'd made sure to put her room near the toilet. Priceless."

"Oh hey, stew should be ready, wanna grab some bowls for us?"

"Sure, but if you don't get up here I'm liable to mulch the whole thing myself. Been thinking about this all day."

Dahlia got up from the couch, came over to the blue seat and peered down at Quinn. "Well don't eat too much. You probably can't smell it over the stew, but I went ahead and started baking the cake so we could have it tonight." She plucked up Quinn's braid, dropped it down into her lap. "And this one's for you, so you're gonna decorate it however you want."

She spun on her heel, and made for the counter while Besca poured them their bowls. Dahlia sat down on one side, patting the seat next to her for Quinn, and Besca took a seat across. A few bites were enough to make her forget everything, all the worries, all the stress. Right now she might not have been someone else, but that was alright. She didn't really want to be anyone else. Besides, sitting here, just the three of them, she felt a million miles away from the Aerie.


[System]
Biographical Information
Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni.
Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius
Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen.
Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante.

Physical Description
Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5' 7".
Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black.
Eye Color: Brown.

Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo.

Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable.

Out-Of-Universe Information
Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi

[User]
Charlie jumped up hearing the knock, her tail flicking water everywhere in her fright. "Crap." She muttered as she sat up before looking over at the door. She was completely defenseless if it was the Foot or someone else. Her bracelet was too far for her to reach at the moment.

"Who is it?" She asked, worried who it could be.

[Assistant] Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.

[User] Charlie sighed softly in relief upon hearing Raph's voice. "Scared me half to death. Did you need something?" She asked him as she shifted in the tub, water sloshing a little. If he needed the bathroom, she didn't mind grabbing her bracelet and drying off.

[Assistant] Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".

[User]
A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, a little surprised he was concerned about her. They'd only met hours ago after all. "I'm okay. Just...using the bathtub as a pool. I didn't want to risk being seen and bring those guys back here, ya know?" She replied, tail flicking lazily.

"Are you okay? I understand if you don't want to talk about it." She said softly.

[Assistant] Raphael didn't say anything, even after he heard her speak, but rather continued looking at the floor, and twirled the sai in his hand, once more; a compulsive childhood habit, whenever his thoughts decided to race. Why was he feeling this way? What was this instinct? It was similar to how he would be protective over his family, but this...this was new. Hearing her question, the rebel didn't answer right away. Taking a deep breath, he answered back, just as soft. "It's fine. It's just...I'm not used to talking to those outside my own, ya know?"

[User]
"Yeah. I know how that is. After my incident, it was Jen and I for the longest time until we found you guys. Even before that I was all alone. I didn't have anyone to relate to who knew how I felt. Then I met Jen and after a while we both found out about our differences. Then we met you guys. For you, all you had to talk to is your brothers and..." She said before trailing off, remembering Splinter was missing.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him up. I know it's still a sensitive topic for you." She said.

[Assistant] He listened intently, when Charlie started explaining her side of the story, having to slowly raise his head on the spot. It was a similar one that Raphael could say as well, since he too felt alone in the world with his family, until they finally met someone that was experiencing the same things. It didn't even phase Raphael when she started to go down the line of sensitive information. "No, that's...", he trailed off, giving a sigh, as it was indeed hard to take in.

[User] "You guys must really miss him." Charlie said softly. "I know I miss my dad. It was hard for me to leave him so he wouldn't find out." She sighed softly, letting silence hang between them for a while. "He's out there somewhere, Raph. We'll find him."

[Assistant] By this point, Raphael stood silent in front of the bathroom door, just listening to Charlie's voice from the other side. Her soft, reassuring words were that of a small bell; it sounded that of a promise. That they will be able to find him, and the rebellious turtle can only hope. "...thanks...", he finally said. "...Charlie", he added.

[User] A small smile appeared on her lips upon hearing him thank her, knowing her words of hope were probably all he had now. "You're welcome." She said before sighing softly. "I might as well get out before April wakes up and finds me here."

[Assistant]
Giving a sigh, Raphael gave a grunt, as a way to agree with her. The anti-social type he was, the rebellious turtle didn't give much of an acknowledgment with words. So, the best way, nowadays for him, was to display his feelings and emotions with action -- and he did this by walking away from the door. If she noticed him missing, then he left her a sign by putting a slight creak into the floor upon his every footstep, so she could detect his departure, as he reluctantly went back to his sleeping spot. Unknown to him, Jennifer was awake, having to overhear their conversation, which made the Asian teen smile to herself.

The next morning, it was another day of caution, and judging by how April found the four turles nearly taking up the entire front room on the floor, it wasn't going to be easy getting visitors, especially since the four brothers stayed the night, looking for solace and comfort. She couldn't blame them; they had nowhere else to go. Their light snores were enough to wake Jennifer up, by she noticed April walk into the room, giving the woman a shrug, and an apologetic smile. However, before their host could say anything, there was a knock on the door, awakening her guests. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Charles", Jennifer silently cussed, before softly shaking Charlotte awake, who laid next to her on the futon.

[User]
Charlie replaced her bracelet, stepping out of the tub and letting the water drain as she changed into dry pajamas. She had heard Raph leave when she got out, figuring he went back to bed. Again, she figured he wasn't much of a talker. Once dried off and in dry clothes, she went back to the futon and fell asleep.

She moaned as she felt someone shaking her to wake her up. "What?" She mumbled, still wanting to sleep. She was always like this due to her late night swims.

[Assistant]
"Somebody's here", Jennifer told her softly.

"It's my boss", April said, carefully stepping around the turtles, and approaching the door. "Can you guys...", right before she could even such a question, the four brothers disappeared on the spot, as if they were never there to begin with. Jennifer even had to blink, after looking away from Charlie to register how they got away unannounced. But then, both women had to remember that they were trained as ninjas -- mentally-noted. "...hide?", the woman pulled herself together, as she waited for the girls to put themselves in something decent, before opening the door. "Charles, what's up?", a man walked in, with a teenaged boy, who seemed to be tagging along with him. His son, perhaps?

"April...listen. You have been working awful hard on this story lately. Why don't you take it easy for a while? Just let somebody else handle it".

[User]
"What?!" She exclaimed, not loud enough for whoever it was to hear. She sat up, looking over at the brothers in worry. They had to hide, but where? She blinked before realizing they were gone, vanished like smoke. Ninja skills. She reminded herself as she made herself decent before April opened the door. She listened to what he said rolling her eyes as he told her to let someone else take the job.

"Is he kidding? She's onto this case more than the cops are." She whispered to Jen.

[Assistant]
Jennifer silently groaned in annoyance, shaking her head, in confirmation to Charlie's statement. Why would they want her off the case? Because she's too pushy for the business? Or, because she knew too much that it causes pressure for the police? These thoughts were circling around in her head, as she listened in on the conversation, though at the same time, she pretended to mind her own business. April herself didn't seem all to pleased on what was being requested of her. "Charles, what are you talking about? It's my story; no way".

"Look at you; you're exhausted!", the man insisted, following April into the bathroom, which caused Jennifer to frown, telling Charlie to stay put, before tailing the two adults from behind, just by a few feet. "Let somebody else help you cover City Hall".

The teenage boy in the room seemed to be looking around, before catching sight of what seemed to be Mikey hiding under the table, in the reflection of one of the mirrors. Turning around, hoping to figure out whether it was a trick of the eye or not, the turtle disappeared on the spot, as if he had never been there.

"What's with you today?", April asked her boss, wondering why he would tell her to lay back, while proceeding to wash her face. "Nothing's with me today. I just thought you might like a little help", Jennifer continued to listen in, still trying to decipher what was really going on behind this incessant yet unexpected meeting, shortly before peeking from behind the doorway. "Well, I don't. Hand me a towel, will you?", she gasped, having to see Donatello hiding behind the shower curtain, with Jennifer catching a glimpse of him in the mirror. Her heart sunk, as Charles approached that very spot! "Charles, no!", April rushed to stop him, but right as he moved the curtain, there was no Donatello. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want you to see my unsightly bathtub ring. Okay, just out, out, out, out, out", and just like that, she was pushing him out of her bathroom; Jennifer, making a quiet snicker, when she found the turtle clinging to the ceiling of the shower. "I have to get ready for work. Danny, would you tell your father to relax?"

"I wish", so that was his name. Danny.

"Just don't push any buttons today, okay?", and he was gone, along with "Danny".

[User]
Charlie nodded in reply, glancing over at the boy who came with April's boss. Obviously his son, but something was off about him. She couldn't figure out what exactly, but she kept glancing at him now and then to make sure he wasn't any trouble. Seeing him quickly turn around, her heart sank. Did he see one? "Something wrong?" She asked him to which she got a glare in response.

She rolled her eyes at him before hearing April shriek out at her boss. She had to have been stopping him from attacking one of the turtles. She sighed softly in relief upon hearing about the bathtub ring and telling him to get out. Once they were gone, she looked around for the brothers. "Guys?" She asked.

[Assistant]
"That was close!"

As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding.

"That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.

[User]
Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up.

"It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

[Assistant]
"I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan.

"I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone.

"We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway.
Not that they had to, right?


[System]
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan

Title: The Shima Knight

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Neko(mimi)

Height: 5'8" (176cm)

Weight: 146 lbs

Appearance:

Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).

Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.

Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.

Familiars: N/A

Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.

Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield

Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.

Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.

Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.

Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.

For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.

Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.

Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.

Other:  Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.

[User]
After a rough start Gin was starting to feel rather enthusiastic about his journey away from the village and his quest to get the lost artefacts, but as the air of excitement began to change into anticipation he was quick to remember where he kept his sword just incase. He wanted to help and by being up front seemed better than being behind if there was a threat up ahead. Sure enough there was a threat as the guide soon revealed and sure enough as they wandered further down the path there was the threat standing ahead. It was a woman with some strange but threatening bodyguards, that much he could tell.

Keeping his hand close to his sword he stopped and stared at the people, feeling rather unsure to how he was supposed to handle these people. He didn't know how they fought or whether they knew each other and was waiting for them to arrive, but either way they were a problem and they had to get around them. He did wonder if they were strong enough to fight these guys and this woman off while protecting someone who appeared unarmed. Moving forward he gasped when Yuudai moved forward, his eyes staring up at her as she demanded answers from them. She was intimidating by herself and seeing her like that made him feel rather small and insignificant.

With wide eyes he watched as she showed authority to these people, stabbing the ground with her large sword that even made the ground vibrate. He was getting rather excited now, his bright blue eyes continuing to stare up at her with such child-like wonder. She was the kind of person he hoped to be like when he was older, but that didn't mean he didn't think he was capable as he was now. Withdrawing his blade he made a sudden few steps back, moving closer to the guide while still facing the group and showing he was a threat too despite his size. He dared not speak up right now, he might say something bad and cause unneeded aggression. He knew he was liable for saying something he probably shouldn't so he kept quiet, trying to concentrate on appearing strong and threatening.

[Assistant]
Yuudai was the first to step up, speaking directly to the woman, causing the group of men to all stare at her, each getting a good look at her while the woman stood there with her face in their general direction. After a moment she pointed one of the blades directly at Yuudai before speaking. "Yuudai Wakahisa, it's a shame you're life will be cut short before you even find out how interesting your mother really is. We actually like her, she serves a good purpose here. Oh well, hopefully she won't be too upset when I turn you into one of my toys, maybe she'll realize how fun you'll be to play with!" She laughed a little to herself at the end, showing no intimidation by Yuudai or her weapon. Instead one of the men moved closer to the half-Oni, his expression still the same as when the group had first shown up. "I know, I'm sending an unarmed human to fight an Oni, seems weird right? But I know what I'm doing, I kill things worst than you every day and felt these toys would be good enough to do the job."  She turned her sword slightly to point at the Tengu to address her point as well. "And no, telling you guys what I know would be boring. Much more fun to kill you and make you mine." She said as one of the men threw a punch at Yuudai, the blow much stronger than even a human of his size, it would hit like an Oni to whatever it struck.

"That said, miss Metou I don't actually have much use for you. Your little eye trick is too limited for my taste, so you I may just rip apart." her voice sinister as one of the men besides her took a step back before suddenly sprinting forward towards Metou, his head partially lowered as he charged forward faster than most rontu could sprint, planning to run right through her if he could. The others with the woman still stood where they were, not moving at all outside of their eyes which constantly jumped around at the various people, making sure to always have good looks on them and any changes.

Takumi was a little relived to see how this started, while still scared it seemed to him that she was out to have fun and not on some official mission which made the situation a little better. From his perspective it at least meant they all stood a chance, and wouldn't find themselves in an even worst situation. "I know her, but I can't really say much not while she is here anyway. She is no bandit though, and she doesn't care about Ru, she wants you guys." He spoke to both Kenji and Jiang. "All I can say is she's a Zhuni from the Empire, they may look like us but they are some weird alien ki in a human shell. Her mother holds influence over many of the larger clans, and that's as far she'll likely allow me to say." He briefly explained.

[User]
"You know mother?"

Yuudai's voice held a little bit of surprise, though not to the fact that she knew who she was or who her mother was but more how she spoke about her, as if she knew her personally. Not only that but the fact she apparently knew something she didn't? She was either lying or there really was something and if the half onii was truthful both really pissed her off.  "I didn't know my mother had such bad taste... I will make sure to ask you more in a moment, just stay right there." Turning her head towards the advancing human Yuudai had a gut feeling that it would be far from normal, maybe the bone in its head, maybe the muscles all over its body, or the fact it walked like it had no life?

A smile crept cross her face at the mention that she had faced worse things than Yuudai, however it was soon stripped away as the fist of the large human came straight for her! Shifting her weight and footing Yuudai avoided the attack with swiftness not normally akin to her kind, the fist passing by her face by mere inches. Reaching out with one of her hands she attempted to grab the humans wrist, planning on pulling him deeper into his own attack as she stepped forwards to land her own fist into his side. Though this was not the end of her attack, as it simply would set her up for a follow up if allowed. "Raahhh!" Her muscles would strain against her shirt as she used her grip and fist to lift the huge man, attempting to use all of her intense strength to toss the man right towards the woman!

[Assistant]
Even when the princess actually acted as such it was weird; she didn't seem to fit the part just yet, it was kind of like watching a little kid pretending to play. Tetsuya found it a little hard then to take what was being said seriously, but he couldn't say a word on the matter unless he wanted to get Lord Shima in trouble. For royalty Eri was so... Carefree and relaxed, it was odd. Even when Lord Shima spoke to him casually there was still a sense of authority, yet there was nothing here. Maybe it was the fact they seemed to be the same age, as everyone in power he'd ever met was generally older than he was.

"It's uh... It's an honor, Princess Eri. I am Tetsuya Ueno, the Shima Knight. And I think it's very nice you're trying to get along with the common folk." It seemed like a safe move with everyone going on, trying to endear oneself to their subjects. Sure, Eri wasn't technically the ruler now but she would be someday and it could only benefit her if people liked her. Weird to think that this girl would some day be leading the largest clan, and yet here he was speaking with her in such an informal way. Bowing for what felt like the hundredth time today Tetsuya gave Eri a small smile, still feeling a little confused over all of this. What Rii then had to share with him didn't help that confusion whatsoever.

Whoever Rii was she sure did know a lot, far more than Tetsuya would have credited her for. Even with what little she had said he got the notion she was well aware of a lot of things, making him both curious and wary about her. If Lady Ru couldn't give him the information he needed then perhaps Rii could, if she'd be willing to talk. Interesting that so much worth was being put into Eri, it sounded like she was much more than just some princess. Heck, from the way that Rii was speaking of her it was like she would be the savior of Baji someday. Would she be the one to end this war then? Or was something else even worse going to happen? Man... All this talk of spirits and everything, did he even want to know what this was all about?

"It sounds like you've got your hands full. It can't be easy, having the job you do." Glancing back to Eri, Tetsuya smiled slightly seeing her looking all proud, wondering if this might just be something to pump her up a bit. Didn't having so much expectation being placed on you make you nervous? Yet the princess didn't look like she minded at all, in fact she appeared to revel in it. The Neko could understand in a way he supposed, he had a lot of duty that he was meant to see to for Lord Shima even if he himself didn't feel wholly ready. There were plenty of older, more capable guards who could be conducting this search and yet he'd been chosen for reasons he still didn't understand. All he knew was that Lord Shima trusted him, and he would do everything he could to make sure that trust wasn't misplaced.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5"1
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel

Personality:
Naive Airhead: Emilie is pretty gullible and falls for every trick in the book. Some could say she was just too trusting of other people. She is also slow on understanding other people's jokes and laughs minutes later after everyone else. Her head is often stuck in the clouds thus making her even more susceptible to pranks and other tomfoolery.
Optimistic: She always sees the good in a situation or people. She is a generally cheerful person even if there isn't a real reason to be. It might just be because she is too clueless to understand fully the seriousness of things, but it's not always a bad thing to have a person who is always smiling like an idiot.
Animal-Loving: If she sees any kind of animal, regardless of whether it is a puppy to a wild boar, she will want to pet it and become its friend. She loves animals and the feelings for the most part are mutual. While she doesn't hate people who dislike animals, she will spend a lot, a lot of time trying to change their mind by showing how cute they are and such.

Strengths and Skills:
Nimble fingers: Emilie has dexterous hands though she doesn't really know how to apply them yet. She supposes she can type quickly and thread needles but there should be something more that she can do with it than that. Maybe she could be a pickpocket and do magic tricks too.
Tireless: She has a lot of energy. She is usually very hyper and has the energy level to keep up with it. She is all over the place, jumping off walls and it never seems like she will ever get tired.
Creativity (?): Emilie can be creative and has lots of interesting ideas though it may not always be helpful or plausible in the situation. But maybe, every once in a while she will present a good idea that people can actually use.

Flaws and Weaknesses:
Easily Distracted: Emilie zones out a lot and because of this, she is not the best listener and often fails to follow instructions. She also loses focus on the things at task, and instead manages to find something else to entertain her like a squirrel or a shiny coin.
Small body: Emilie is barely over 5" and her body has a small frame. She does not have a lot of muscles and is rather weak. If you were to get punched by her, it would probably feel like you were getting hit by a pillow that was thrown by a five year old. She is also too short to reach things on high shelves which frustrates her at times.
Bad Aim: It is a bad idea to give her a gun or anything that requires precise aim. For example, when she is playing darts, one should stand about fifteen feet away from her and the intended target. Actually, no where is safe, somehow she will miss so badly that it will hit you.

Memories:
-Identity- ???
- Events - ???
- Dreams -???
- Death- ???

Other: When she arrives, she is happy to find that she is not alone and excited to be meeting all these new people that could possibly be her new friends. Is she worried about not remembering anything or not knowing why she's here? Huh, it never even crossed her mind.

[User]
"Ouch…!" Aleric crouched on the ground, gently holding the growing bump on his head. The edge of his sight was fuzzy. For a moment there, he saw stars in orbit. Fortunately, the heavy impact from that stick wasn't hard enough for him to get knocked out, but - added to the fact he was collecting injuries left and right – it wasn't helping the headache that was slowly forming. After the stranger had expressed extreme displeasure, his possible means for answers quickly ran off deeper into the forest with the word "home" blatantly tossed in his face.

"Ah, wait! I'm sorry! Please come back!" Aleric called out as he quickly stood and winced at the first pound of pain in his head. Don't touch the ears, he duly noted with a grimace. Quickly shaking his head, he hurried after the wolf-like man who already proved himself superior in both speed and grace by weaving through the trees with ease several feet ahead. The young blond was by no means a gazelle and could only stumble his way through the forest, hoping to at least keep the silvery blue tail in his line of sight. If he can't get the stranger to stop, then he might as well follow him back "home."

[Assistant]
Zeke couldn't help but roll his eyes as he heard the blond man asking him to 'come back.' Not even the dumbest animal Zeke could think of would have obliged such a ridiculously suicidal request. The man really did seem harmless and a bit buffoonish, especially when he stumbled and staggered around in his hopelessly futile attempts to give chase, the only thing intimidating about Aleric was amount of noise he was making as he followed. Seemingly slamming his foot down on every twig as he walked. It even sounded like he'd walked into a tree once or twice… but surely that had to be Zeke's imagination?

Zeke was more worried about the other presence his sensitive ears had picked up on. Someone who 'smelled' significantly different from the earthy scented mushroom diver. The second presence moved with much more confidence, not quite swiftly to be considered a hunter, but something in the air seemed to give of the vibe that Zeke didn't want their paths to cross.

Fortunately Zeke was a fair way away when Akiko burst out to intersect the path Zeke had already passed by. Though when he heard the brunette girl chasing after him, the wolf-man was fears had been confirmed. These… 'creatures' weren't definitely predators, no docile harmless creature Zeke had ever come across would ever chase him so persistently, and…. The deep crimson red eyes of the woman trailing after him looked dangerously, reflecting the sunlight and bathed in the shadows of the tree canopy in the worst possible way, giving her what many would consider a dangerously sinister look.

Unfortunately Zeke attention had been so focused on getting away from red-eyes that he'd failed to pay attention to the group he originally headed for, and by the time he turned his head to place his gaze on Ian, the shorter male burst out from behind a wall of bushes. Startling Zeke and causing him to ungracefully fall backwards onto his backside. These…. 'mushroom lovers' were appearing all over the place, almost like goblins in a mineshaft. Fortunately though Ian seemed just as startled by his presence as Zeke had been, and without giving it any further thought Zeke scrambled back onto his feet before veering sharply off to the left. It was a slight detour, but the stealthy appearance out of thin air was enough to make Zeke think twice about intersecting the loud group he'd heard earlier.

Managing to quickly gain some ground, Zeke smugly stopped and arrogantly swished his tail in a mocking gesture.
"You wingless birdmen are slow, you should just give up and go home before you fall out of a tree like the first one" Zeke smirked smugly. "You don't belong here, this is my forest, my mushrooms, and my ears!" he added, holding out one arm to the side to indicate his forest, before placing his hand protectively on the ear that Aleric had so rudely poked.

[User]
"Wow, that's really good. Did you draw this?" Emilie asked excitedly.

"I don't know, this was all I had with me when I woke up. Though it's most likely that yes," Kotori then showed the drawing that she was doing until a few moments ago to Emilie.

After her first answer, the hyperactive still asked in her usual cheery voice,"What do you mean something is observing us? Is this another one of your riddles?"

"It's like the unrest of looking at the sky on a moonless night, an ominous sensation not based on facts, but on instinct" Kotori said as the wind blew her short hair and her light clothes around.

---After Ian's and Brock's exchange---

So, it was just like Kotori thought at first, no one of them seemed to able to recall anything of their backstories and yet they all remembered how to do a lot of things, like walking and talking, or drawing in her case. "I'm like a canvas before anyone applies any paint it," Kotori said.

Then, as Ian walked way to check on the strange sounds near them, Kotori's eye caught the glimpse of someone sitting under a tree far to their right. As she approached the person, Kotori asked, "Hi, can I ask you something? Are you another soul, fated to wander these woods aimlessly, or do you know anything about this this place that we don't?"

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@Onarax@Crimmy@karamonnom

[Assistant]
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"What?"

She hadn't expected there to be others here with her, so when the voice suddenly intruded, Brook immediately craned her neck around to find the source. Another girl. With an eyepatch. Huh, was that an eyepatch? Was the person a pirate? No wait that clothing was ... PJs? Actual PJs? Dozens of thoughts flashed through her mind. She'd just gotten used to the fact that she had no memories and now there were people to meet.

Did the other girl know her? The hamster wheel in her brain started to turn. No, there wasn't any recognition whatsoever on the person's face. Brook tried to parse the question. A lost soul? She was definitely lost but she had no idea who, what, when, where, why and how. Oh so she'd found another lost person. Or someone with memories but one or the other.

Wait, she was still staring weirdly at the girl. Her mouth would catch flies at this rate.

"I'm pretty lost ac-tu-a-lly," she said with a mild grin, her final word drawled out. "Just been lazing around here until you came along. So what up?"

[User]
"I'm pretty lost ac-tu-a-lly," The other girl said grinning, her final word dragging into some kind of stutter. "Just been lazing around here until you came along. So what up?"

"I don't know, neither of us do, it's just like we were drawn into a maze and no one seems to remember naught but their names. Say, are you the same, our do you possess any memories beyond waking up on this forest?"

"Tough, some of these answers might have to wait. We should get out of this forest before night falls, this wind bodes an ominous presence, can you feel it?" Kotori said as she gestures the other girl, which she now noticed, was way taller that her, to get up. "The others are just over there, I guess we can stay safe as long as we travel as a group. I'm Kotori Tsubasa, what's your name?"

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[Assistant]
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"Guess something weird's gotta be happening," she replied, a hint of thoughtfulness entering her tone. Her right hand was pressing agains the tree trunk as she rose awkwardly from the ground. Her butt was cold and covered in dirt from having been sitting for so long, and she could feel her legs wobble slightly. She should've picked a better resting spot, but hey, the shade was here. And speaking of the shade, a hole in the leaf cover had likely opened up and light was shining down onto her head.

Wasn't as bright as it had been, but the teenager still found it pretty hot for her liking. Her eyes were still pretty tired right now.

"No memories, only names huh?" continued the girl, leaning down to pat some soil off her trousers. "That's real suss. But anyway, if by 'oominous wind' or whatever you mean that this place is totally creepy, I agree."

Huh, she was pretty tall compared to the other girl.

"Brooklyn Bridges," she said with a smile. "Nice to meetcha."

[User]
Ian found himself blinking his eyes and landing on his backside into the bush that he had made his way out of when he met the sight of the canine eared man. Just who in the world had he stumbled upon? Shaking his head, the brunette awkwardly climbed his way out of the bush before hissing slightly from between his teeth. Not only was a hospital gown perhaps a bit too revealing for a trip to the woods, but also it did not seem to shield him from the branches that caught him. Lucky enough for the boy though, the bush he had fallen into was not a thorny rose bush. Being caught by something like that did not even seem pleasant just imagining it. Green eyes found themselves looking over to the eared stranger that had startled him enough to fall backwards, curiously raising a brow when the other spoke of having seen more. Surely, the three he had bumped into already would have mentioned seeing a wolf eared man with a tail if they had.

 Though a sound coming from the direction the wolf had been running from, got Ian to get his attention there; seeing the girl with the crimson red eyes. The way the sun rays and the shadows of the tree hit them almost got Ian to jump willingly back into the bush he, just moments ago, had such trouble getting out of. The sinister look they gave almost got a shiver to run down the boys spine as he took a careful step backwards, while he debated with himself on who looked more terrifying; the man with the cute tail and wolf ears, or the girl with the blood red eyes that had been running after the wolf man.

 The green eyes also did not seem to take all that long seeing a glimpse of a blond running from the same direction after the brunette. Just who was chasing who here? Ian asked himself as another step back was taken. Though, when the brunette managed to see the girl better, the sinister look he had seen before slowly vanished as the light from the sun changed it's setting due to the shadows from the trees. The girl looked like she was just a bit younger then himself, and a bit shorter, and Ian most likely had at some point described her as cute if the shiver from the sinister look had just not finished running down his spine. So far, it seemed, the group of people was getting a bit bigger. Though the big question was; who was the wolf man?

[Assistant]
Emilie began to touch Ian's hair gently. She was amazed at how soft it was. "You must really take good care of your hair," she complimented him. She still had her dainty fingers running down his long hair, when he patted her on the head. It didn't bother her at all though and she felt that it was only fair that he got to touch her hair too.

Suddenly, Emilie was pulled towards Ian's chest, which confused her very much. "What's going on? Is something out there?" she wanted to ask him, but before she knew it he had already let her go and left to find out what was making the noise. She found herself staring in the direction that Ian ran off to and decided that she wanted to come along too. She started to sprint as fast as she could until she found him. But to her surprise, he was not alone. There was a girl, a boy, and a man with wolf ears.

"Wow! Are those ears real? They are super cute!" Emilie exclaimed, approaching the wolf man with no fear whatsoever. She then offered him a hand. "I'm Emilie! Are those other people back there your friends? It's nice to meet you all!"