[System]
Age: 14

Appearance:

Her soul gem is an emerald green color, and is located inside of her hair ribbon where it is secured from falling while in mid flight.
Nationality: Danish

Personality: Carina is a relatively happy and laid back person. She enjoys the freedom of not having to work or worry about anything major in her life, and sees no problem with taking it easy when she gets the chance. Nonetheless she will put her effort into a magical girl even if she's more willing to appreciate the benefits of the position as well. Innocent, fun loving, overall her life is fairly good.

Afflictions: N/A

Wish: "I wish I didn't have so much responsibility." Afterwards things returned to the way that they had been, Carina treated the same as the rest of her sibling for the most part. The wish is an escape, a freedom from the chains and expectations held upon her, allowing her to do what she wants and act as she wishes. All the better, as far as she's concerned.

Biography: Carina was an ordinary girl, for the most part. Born in Denmark, she grew up with a relatively carefree life that was nonetheless marked with some tension. That came in the form of her fathers work, which had him moving several times. Due to that she always felt a bit unsettled, forced to repeat making friends and slowly losing contact with the ones that she had had. Nonetheless she tried to stay positive, to look on the bright side, and be happy.

At last they settled in Danzig, which is hopefully the last move that they have to make. She has adjusted to life here once more, made some new friends, dealt with the bullies that cropped up, and turned her attention to her schoolwork where she is decidedly adequate. Partly that is because of the move, but she has ended up not being too good, and not too bad. Just the middle. Yet as the oldest sibling, she has found herself saddled with more responsibility, the pressure to be a role model for her juniors. Responsibility she doesn't want.

Enter Kyubey, with a solution to her problem. so she made her wish, and things have returned relatively to normal for now, which is good as far as she's concerned. She's gotten a bit into the magical girl business, but still doesn't really know all that well what she's doing. But she's confident that she'll learn it, sooner or later.

Skills: Singing, Average high school education, painting,

Threads of Fate: 4

Magical Weapon: Carina wields a pair of ornately carved silver butterfly swords, which she has a bit of experience in. I would suggest caution, though her ability to fly makes up for her lack of long range capabilities.

Experience: 2

Magical Ability:
Flight - As a result of her wish, Carina is able to fly for a limited period of time, dependent on the current state of her magical reserves.
-Boost - A component of flight, Carina has been able to activate a sort of 'boost' mode, granting her even more increased speed and movement, without a drop in performance when it comes to her combat capabilities.

Signature and Finisher: N/A

██████: 6%

[User]
Beth Wilde
After few month I finally made it to Danzig place of many views and great things to do there it be a dream to go here and now i'm finally here "all right let do this!" I walk downtown I need a place to stay I think a hotel I check my wallet I only got 2 coins and 1 doller bill....I guess sleeping in the streets is the only chose or I can earn some tips so I pull out my violin and start playing.

[Assistant]
Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, Abandoned Housing.

She had finally arrived at another city.

She had been walking around aimlessly for quite a while now, unsure of where to go. Forests and roads don't often have witches on them, so she had been using her powers sparingly, trying to keep her Soul Gem as shiny as possible. It would be hard to hunt witches if she ran out of magic after all, and the only way to get more was by actually defeating a witch, and claiming a Grief Seed.

Frederica Bernhardt wrapped the oversized hooded coat around her tightly, aware of how she looked like; a dirty homeless girl in an oversized frayed hooded coat, wearing mismatched shoes and nothing else beside those. Being someone that wanders from place to place didn't really give her much options in terms of fashion after all. At least she had a relatively intact backpack, though most would frown at the rather worn appearance. Not that there was really anyone here in this dump that barely resembled a broken down house.

Following the death of her friend, and her gaining the power of a Magical Girl, she had simply left her country without so much as a word, evading the police, evading any and all that might link her back to her family, anything that might shake her resolve. She had lived the life of a tramp since then, moving from place to place, sometimes going hungry for a few days, but all that didn't bother her much anymore.

This was her calling, her destiny, her FATE.

Why else would she be granted this power? With every witch she destroyed, the magical girls would be closer to salvation, closer to living their life peacefully, closer to happiness. With every witch destroyed, less magical girls will have to fight, less will have to suffer, less will have to DIE. For that alone, she would be willing to suffer, willing to take on their pain, or their death, should it come to that.

Only when all the witches had disappeared, then she could rest. Perhaps even return to her family, and tell them of her deed. Perhaps. It was very unlikely for them to actually believe her stories after all.

Frederica would have dearly liked to go out and hunt witches right then and there, but after all that walking and searching for a relatively quiet place, she would rather rest. Rest until the night comes,where she didn't have to worry much about normal people being caught in her fights.

With that, she huddled in one corner, hugging her backpack as she closed her eyes, awaiting the night.

Awaiting her FATE.

[User]
Kei Wentz
Something flapped past in a red silhouette, blinking through the gap of the street in the side of Kei's vision. She skidded to her feet. Sudden movements like that caught her eye much more than they had a year ago.

Red coat, black sleeves, I've seen that before. And a day-seizing, bristlingly confident run. Kei swung herself back onto the road, but the girl had gone. So has the witch she was after. Speak of the devil, hey? Stretch; There might be a need to run along, to try and smooth over any unwanted attention. Mary seemed to know what she was doing witchwise. It was people that still gave her the occasional problem, although she could stride through an impolite gaze without missing a beat. Somehow. Still, when Kei set off on the trail, she kept her eyes open and her jog brisk; Even the most loosely acquainted company was better than nothing, and maybe- Psht, yeah right, maybe, she could be persuaded to share the Seed. Maybe sometimes, even God felt generous.

She hadn't had a chance to see the pursuer's face, but she felt comfortable assuming that Mary was the only Girl in the city with a costume like that, and the gall to sprint after a witch in the open in full gear. The seed of doubt only started to root in her head when someone else, a second body, flicked into the sun and passed on ahead of her, hurrying on the same trail. For a moment, a forward-facing ray of light caught her eye.

"Hej!" It was Kei's most comfortable Polish word, given that it was homophonous with the English one and meant pretty much the same thing, too. A bit too casual, maybe, but damned if she was about to reveal how jittery the rest of her Polish was just to hail someone on a street, even an unfamiliar Magical Girl.

Besides, the second girl was most likely another bilingual immigrant. No one else would wear school uniform and bag on a festival. Is she trying to keep Mary out of trouble? I'll try and get her digits if I catch up. Or, well, not. Maybe the student didn't even own a phone. Well, she certainly wouldn't pick up when she was running like that.

Realisation dawned that there really wasn't any need for her to keep following, several seconds after she had actually stopped. A double hunt. There would be no room to share anyway. Mary- It was her, right?- already had a tagalong, and both of them had a long head start. Kei spun on her ankle on the paved old street, churning with indecision. She wanted to follow. Really. She wanted to see the new girl's face and watch whatever relationship she had with the familiar-looking girl in red, but hadn't she already committed to letting this run go?

"Uuunh. Fuck." Kei kicked the ground and stamped angrily, deliberately away from the witchcall. The tension she'd relieved seconds earlier wound itself back up in her ankles, drove her forward, back up along the mainstreet, head down. Fine, then! She'd find someone else to play with. And... Maybe practice a little retail therapy first. Something sweet and selfish.

Joining the queue of a stand alongside a row of others, she tasted hot sugar on the air. Misgivings rose imperceptibly when she saw the familiar shape of the caramel someone was nibbling at, then grew conscious as the swell of people thinned out and she heard a voice, a real, recognisable laugh in a tone she'd only seldom heard but would never mistake. Oh. No. Uh oh. Whoops. Confusion bubbled, and when she finally looked Mary in the face, the real Mary Beth, it swelled into a crescendo and popped into uncertainty.

The wrong girl. There was another Magical Girl in a bright red coat in Danzig, and she'd chased the wrong girl.

"Dzień dobry," she pronounced carefully, trying her utmost to make the more formal greeting sound fluent and friendly, "I need to consult you for something." Kei's eyes flicked to see if anyone else was listening. She didn't want to be too loud, to be heard too much, to sound like just another mundane part of the crowd. Maybe Mary would understand her need to sound good. Or, well, maybe not. She was a puzzle.

Sheepishly, Kei also pushed two eagle-stamped coins over the counter and tapped a jar.

[Assistant]
"Wow, there's so many people," Carina muttered to herself as she looked about the massive parade and all the people there to watch it. For the moment she had managed to separate from her family, but she was sure that they were around here somewhere. Honestly, with the crush of all the people lined along the streets it was doubtful that she would be able to find them without using her cell phone, but the isolation was nice. It certainly gave her less to distract her with as she rubbed the ring that was her Soul Gem.

Of course it probably should have been expected, but it was stunning nonetheless. Just another example of how different this place was compared to her native Denmark. They had their own share of celebrations, of course, but this was different compared to that. And, well, she'd never had so much on her mind before.

She had moved here recently, and had quickly begun trying to settle in. Gdańsk was a nice enough place, and she had made some friends in the school that she had ended up attending, including Julia Steinhart, a German girl with whom she bonded over their general dislike and procrastination over schoolwork, amongst other things. But today was a day off, courtesy of the national holiday that she was taking part in. Not that she minded in the slightest, since it would give her time to finish the homework that she needed to do.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a slight tremor, a strange sensation that she could feel within her soul itself. It was the presence of a Witch, one who had arisen to prey on the people out to celebrate the festival. "Hm, I should probably do something about that," she muttered to herself before shaking her head and returning her gem to ring form. Someone else would handle it, if there were any other magical girls nearby. Given the large concentration of people it was likely that another Witch would show up soon enough, and it wasn't as if she needed the Grief Seed right now.

Nonetheless she began to stroll in the general direction of the Witch. She might not fight it, but she could at least try and get a glimpse of the other girls in Gdańsk. And if they didn't show up then it would be for hers to take down. Either way, she supposed that it would work out for her.


[System]
Age: 18

Height: 180cm (about 6 feet tall)

Weight: 71 kg (about 157 lbs)

Appearance: Alexander has fair skin and short but messy silvery white hair. Has a build somewhere between toned and lanky but is stronger than he looks. Has a scar that runs from just under his left temple through his cheek, down to his chin. Sapphire blue eyes that seem suspicious of everything they look at.

Personality: Alexander is described by most as cold, antisocial or distant but those who manage to break through his icy exterior see the real Alexander: a friendly yet calculated individual who remains loyal to nearly a fault. He values loyalty above all else and has no time for the games people try to play at his expense and those that try are often met with a broken nose. To those he does not know he will rarely speak unless spoken to and even then he is rather dismissive of them, seeming to want to get the conversation over with as soon as possible. This frequently leads to feelings of loneliness that he would rather be rid of but is to untrusting of others.

Background: frequently bullied as a child and ignored by all that were present when it happened, Alexander learned martial arts to fight back at the bullies. Gradually as he started becoming capable moving faster and hitting harder than them, the number of incidents decreased as time went on. The events surrounding this combined with being ignored caused him to develop a general dislike and mistrust of people. An only child who was ignored by even his parents. Alexander has no qualms leaving everything behind and starting again, perhaps he'll find someone worth his time or at least a worthy opponent.

Ability: Those that dedicate themselves to martial arts will eventually find themselves developing split-second reaction times and the ability to hit much harder than they would seem to be capable of. Alexander's alteration further enhances these traits. In the heat of the moment he can react and respond at inhuman speeds, potentially ending a fight in a fraction of a second. He is beginning to find however that this newfound ability can be applied to more than just his fighting.

Fun Facts:

Despite receiving many offers and a lot of money to do so, Alexander has never fought professionally.

Has not lost a fight in six years no matter how many have rushed him at once.

Despite his power he seems to have trouble reacting to flirtation.

Really likes bacon.

[User]
Sitting as quietly as he could, which was to say not terribly quiet, Gavlan paced himself through the 6 pack of alcohol he had been allowed to take with him on the flight. Other passengers had noted the can sporting a lion similar to the one emblazoned on his sleeveless hoodie amd figured he made his own.
Politely declining his involvement he had put the first can back in record time, enjoying the taste of honey strangely enough.
The only problem was he didnt feel the rush to his brain that alcohol usually provided. The second and third can yielded no different a result, the taste of alcohol was there but perhaps the brew was weakm

A check of the label said otherwise. Nearly 40% alcohol content per can and nothing? If not for the taste he might have forsaken the beverage altogether.

When nearly 4 hours of travel time had elapsed, the 6pack was nothing but empty cans at his feet. An even dozen of the things, woth the stewardess bringing him what felt like an endless supply.

Lucky him!

The lull in things to do ended as a final can came with the stewardess, ushering him to the attendant quarters. A backpack sporting the lion was waiting there for him, on inspection revealing it to be a parachute. According to the little voice in his head it was time to get off the plane.
While in motion.
Thousands of feet above ground.
With his stomach full of beer.

Truth be told it still felt like anfaorly average day in terms of absurdity. The only thing making it different was not paying a cent amd beimg sober for the whole thing, despite his best efforts.

"Miss? You sure this be safe?" Not to sound ungrateful but his enthusiasm was taking a nosedive before he did.

"Perfectly." Flashing a genuine smile.

"Come this far, then. Wish me luck!"

The attendant continued to smile politely and struck a double thumbs up as a door swung open. With a whooping cheer he took a running leap into freefall.
Everything swam before his eyes as the short statured fellow struggled to right himself from a spinning fall to a proper guided one, his stomach threatening to purge. A few moments later and he was falling like a rock.
To his delight there were other parachutes coming down, aiming for a massive pad down below.

The school had even timed the arrivals by plane to prevent total gridlock as each person struck homeplate and walked off before another touched down. With hair flying wildly atop his head and face, Gavlan took in a deep breathe.

"ARE YOU READY. TO. LEAAAAAAAAAARN!"

Voice like an airhorn he whooped and laughed like a madman the entire flight down, snapping the cord to launch his parachute to arrest his momemtum. Gliding in the air he waited for the perfect moment and... now!
Clicking two clips at either side of the parachute harness he fell the last few dozen feet like a comet, hand holding his metal helmet securely in place as he hit the bag.
Just like a stone, he sank nearly 5 feet into it before his momentum was completely absorbed.

Other students were laughing at the peculiar fellow as he extricated himself from the bag and put feet on solid ground, falling to his hands and knees as the adrenaline kicked the strength from his legs leaving him half gasping half laughing upon the pavement.

"What a damn ride!"

[Assistant]
Leonardo McLain

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The ride wasn't eventful, to be honest. Leo had fallen asleep ten minutes into the ride with headphones blocking the sound around him. His dream was rather pleasant, but when he was woken up from it, he couldn't remember what it was. The steward from earlier was smiling at him and was accompanied by another one - one that he recognized as the woman from earlier who had greeted him inside the plane. Taking off his headphones, he asked, "What's up?"

"We're close to our location. Come on." The steward told him before ushering him to stand up. Leo obliged and followed the two through the first class cabin, then into the flight attendant's quarters. "Put this on." He smiled as he handed Leo a bag that had the lion's crest on it.

Leo's eyes widened in recognition of what it was. "You guys do know that this is a parachute, right?" He pointed out as he took the bag and then put it on. Despite questioning them on why they were giving him a parachute, he didn't seem opposed to actually putting it on.

"Yes, well, you see, we'll be accompanying you. We're heading straight for the school." The stewardess added and then opened the hatch. It flung open and the two people gave him a thumbs up before gesturing for him to go first.

Leo had his reservations about this. But, then again, it had been quite some time since he'd tried parachuting. He still remembered the basics, at the very least. And! And! It was just too exciting to pass up. Giving the two a two-fingered salute and a grin, he jumped off. The wind against his ears rendered him practically deaf, but he was shouting at the top of his lungs with excitement. He left himself fall for quite some time, even putting his hands to the side as he boosted himself forward.

The tablet then alerted him to open it now, or he will face impending doom. Thinking that the tablet was right, he quickly deployed the parachute and he began his slow descent down. He started laughing, hard. He spotted the rectangular landing area and the tablet told him to release himself from the parachute. Doing as the tablet had told, he pressed the clips and he was back to descending quite fast down the landing area. Though, then he realized a little too late that he was going too fast and too far from the center.

"Well. Shit."

He covered his face as he dived headfirst into it. Landing on the edge of the cushioned landing area, it at least proved to help him a bit as it at least didn't shatter him completely as he was spat out and landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. His sight was dotted with black spots as he laid there and took deep breaths. Someone rushed to him and then asked if he was okay. He let out a groan as he felt like his leg started to get itself back together.

But damn, that hurt.

After three minutes of just laying down there, he finally sat up. His senses were finally getting back to him. He remembered the last fall he had gotten that was like that, and it took him a week to get back on his feet. This 'power' sure was helpful. The person who had come earlier was kneeling beside him. "You okay?" She was joined soon by the two attendants from earlier. At least they managed to successfully land.

"Yeah, I think I'm good." Leo reassured the girl before inspecting his leg. He poked and prodded it, but it didn't seem broken. Or at least, it healed now. He managed to stand up with the held of the girl and he placed some pressure on his leg. He winced. It still hurt, but at least it could function. "What a way to start the school year..." He mumbled to himself.

The girl laughed and he saw the two attendants leave. "Well, come on."

Leo accepted her help as he followed her towards the bleacehrs area. He was still limping, but that was mostly because it was still being numbed by the pain. He was rather glad that the girl decided to help him out. He didn't look around as he walked, still quite focused on getting to the seats and on his healing leg.

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The plane ride was mostly uneventful as Alexander spent most of the time messing around with the tablet trying to figure out what it was actually supposed to do. The time he didn't spend inspecting the tablet he spent eating food he'd ordered from the flight attendant. After however long he'd been on this boring ass plane ride for the flight attendant approached him and asked him to follow her. Alexander sighed and got up and followed her as he was asked, he realised that he had followed her into the flight attendant's quarters. Immediately suspicion set in that Alexander acted upon, not taking any risks, he knew he had enemies and he didn't put it past some of them to try something like this to get him isolated. "Alright what the hell is going on here? Start talking." The flight attendant giggled at him "don't worry Mr. Anderson we're just about to disembark."
"The fuck do you mean disembark? We're thousands of metres in the sky!"

His question was answered when he the flight attendant strapped a parachute onto him and told him the tablet would tell him what to do from here before opening the side door and gestured for him to jump. This wouldn't be the first time he'd done this. He'd saved up and gotten a discount on his 18th birthday on a skydiving session. "Eh, fuck it." he jumped and did a frontflip on his way out.

The tablet told him in which direction to angle his fall and when he was at the appropriate height he pulled the parachute and let it slow his descent unfortunately he missed the spot he was actually supposed to land on and fell on top of what looked like a dwarf from a lord of the rings movie. He rolls off of the dwarf and Alexander couldn't help but laugh at him. Alexander heard an impact behind him and turned to see who had freshly landed in this insane situation.


[System]
Age: Appears 20-24

Gender: Male pronouns

Species: Half-Elf

Ahnciel stands at 5'10. Outside of their armor, they had an affinity towards wearing scarves but otherwise wears whatever is comfortable. Hes not in the position to be picky.

For traveling purposes, 'Ahnci' could only manage a clasped black cloak and what appears to be a large snow fox pelt draped around their shoulders. "Keepa" is, however, quite alive and simply likes being carried.
Special Weaknesses
- Due to their privileged life, Ahnci has an unbecoming fear of spiders, centipedes, mice, rats and that like of vermin. (Thankfully, Keepa is an excellent 'mouser')
- A tad dense at times, Ahnci is fairly inexperienced with the outside world and their curiosity may get them into trouble.
- Though they are versed in holy paladinic scriptures and combat prayers, hes yet to actually fight anything that such powers would come in handy against.

Powers, Abilities, & Equips
Lay on Hands
Ahnciel's faith in the strength of mortal spirit compels empathetic entities' very essence to bolster itself with the aid of an otherwise light infusion of divine energy. On top of lending a calming sense of presence capable of easing anxiety and soothing pain, this power (with a moment of sustained contact and devoted focus) swiftly mends minor injuries.
Works well in tandem with other healing magics to focus stronger and more dedicated spells like a lens.

Bane
Shadows flee in the presence of their dominating counterpart. A passage of power recited in elven tongue tells of a harsh and formless challenge issued to beings of negative energy (such as demons or undead). Lesser beings may become stunned or flee the overwhelming light, having instinctual fear instilled in their otherwise hollow minds. Greater entities like certain undead or demons are drawn to Ahnciel's power, as "The more brilliant a light, the deeper the shadows it casts".
(Either turn undead or 'taunt' depending on the strength of the opponent's evil essence)
(Nearly useless against 'mundane' beasts and mankind...though anyone who speaks Elvish would be taken aback by Ahnciel's heinous renditions of holy scripture)

Smite
A low chant channels wild positive energy into Ahnciel's weapon, fueled by their conviction. The process takes time and involves sections found in their 'Bane' rendition. As such, most evil entities become instinctively aware of Ahnciel's intentions and the unintelligent ones are typically drawn into the strike. This 'spell' battles whatever negative energy possesses the target with a single discerning strike. Typically, lesser undead would evaporate into a burst of consecrated ashes while demons would suffer wounds which burn like being set with liquid metal and do not naturally heal.

Ignominy
Lay on Hands works adversely against entities bound or manifested of negative energy. The same spell with intent brands the target with the palm of the paladin, infusing the wound with a 'curse' of sorts which hinders the entity's flow of essence and can significantly weaken the subject especially in the way of spellcasting or other forms of naturally healing. Like a curse, the spell must be opposed and wholly broken at once regardless of repeated application. Eventually, and by most demonic standards after the first instance, the victim is reduced to a pitiful shell of the monster they once were...simply existing as a suffering stain on all existence.
This spell is known to inquisitors as 'Mercy' or 'Shame' as the demonic hierarchy is quick to turn on weakness within its ranks, and this spell sings humiliation upon its victims.
For a paladin with a heart, even for the irredeemably damned, such punishment is as cruel as breaking a wolf's leg and throwing it back to the pack to be helplessly judged and devoured by its own kind. It's a statement of ultimate spite for the enemy and is greatly frowned upon as its use stands in contrast of common civil and divine teachings.
...
Noblesse Oblige

Aura
A mild resistance to damaging magics, though mostly to ward off hexes and curses, a Paladin learns early in their teachings how to channel their essence into a barrier to stave off maleficent forces. The result is a bulwark of internal radiance prepared to burn the roots of corruption before they take hold and protect the paladin from forces that would otherwise blight their essence.
The Aura is easy to sense and pervades the air around them like a scent. Like garlic to a vampire, good alignments would be met with a pleasing but nebulous sensation to suit their disposition. Neutral alignments scarcely perceive the Aura as anything more than an intuition of sincerity; a general 'wellness' wafting almost imperceivably with a hint of rosmarinus and lavandar alongside a scattering of honey...such is Ahnciel's aura.
Paladins typically host their own unique aura which many sense as being indescribable. Regardless, Paladins aren't ones for subtleties, and cloak-and-dagger tactics are best left to the..."more experienced".
Dexterity - Ahnciel's armor offers little hindrance, and the design of their weapons utilizes mobility and flexibility. Such combat is rewarded by ingrained conditioning and training. Acrobatics fit into this strength, though Ahnci isn't much of a match for a carnie worth their wage.

Left-Handed Swordsmanship - Conventional combat and training in swordsmanship is typically taught to right-handed individuals for fighting other right-handed individuals. In Ahnciel's case, defenses open up in unconventional ways that force humanoid combatants to think on their feet or improvise in order to overcome Ahnci's 'off' stance.
It is encouraged that they think quickly, as Ahnci seldom goes easy on opponents and viciously capitalizes on weaknesses or mistakes.

Bow Training - *sigh* Yes, Ahnciel technically knows how to use a bow mostly from a workout regimen. Given enough time to line up a shot, they could probably even be accurate enough to hit a humanoid target at twenty-meters assuming it was holding still. It's hardly impressive of a feat by any standard, but is still worth mentioning if the topic ever came up.
Human-Crafted Pappenheimer Rapier - A commissioned masterwork with a sharpened edge forged wider than a typical rapier making it serviceable for light slashing attacks as well as intended piercing advances.

Elven-Forged Cú Magil - A longsword with a versatile design intended for two-handed use due to its length and curvature. Roughly the same length as a standard European longsword, functions like a katana for the sake of martial arts and tactics though durable enough to retain effectiveness after more than a small handful of swings.

A culmination of elven and human sophistication, the elegant mithril plating "MyrWill Oath" weighs astonishingly little and is deceptively flexible while donned on one whom it is sworn to, moving like most leathers in moments willed by its ward. This quality mostly serves the purpose of allowing a greater range of motion than plate armor would typically allow.
The legend of the Sinclair house is that the armor, itself, is mundane save for the souls of its wearer's heroic lineage which protect its true owners and carry their burdens to see noble tasks through.
Both men and women of house Sinclair have donned the Oath, and its contours accommodates either sex's form, shaping itself to the next worthy knight. The metal glows with a faint turquoise hue while exposed to moon and/or starlight.

Backstory: Social endeavors, dressing up and learning how to properly bow for the correct audience, meetings, trade, treaties and posh banquets...it was all a bore in spite of the ideologies being foisted upon Ahnciel that such aristocracy was the envy of the world.
He grew up preferring a sword over a pen, however, having experience as a constable of Ispar's Easthaven Watch but it was hardly befitting of his name or capabilities. On an interesting day, he'd be tasked with sorting out grave robbers or other common banditry...usually with a dozen armed and armored men in tow tasked with keeping the house's youngest out of any real trouble.
Always longing for the open road and the adventure that came with seeking a greater duty, he conspired to seek it out for himself. It was surprisingly easier than Ahnci had figured it would be to abscond with the family armor and his gear before knocking in tracks to parts unknown. It was like living a fairytale, and every good story needed a knight in shining armor...regardless of their methods.
Unfortunately, the storybooks don't talk about sleeping on rocks or cooking your own meals and 'our hero' quickly found themselves squandering most of their funds on lodging as he hadn't thought to run away with anything practical like provisions or tools. Such blood money was occasionally picked from the pockets of dead highwaymen drawn to the glamour of his kit, but you can't eat gold as it is.
Fortune returned with the rumors of a rekindled gold-rush town of sorts. Certainly such a place in the shadow of a range of mountains has its fair share of trouble...the sort that deserves a hero!...of sorts.

Other
- Being a foreigner, I intended for Ahnci to speak vith an outrageous accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon zee readers.

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Fairy
Karter is mildly confused by the events that just took place. He isn't hallucinating, is he?

"I can only guess that fate brought me here. Don't know what else could." Karter sais as he pulls out his bag of silver coins and takes one out to show the trader in front of him. "Right now I'm just looking for a place I could trade these in for the local currency. You don't by chance know the exchange rate, do you?"

[Assistant]
The squeaking of the lever was definitely enough to break Ilyssa's slumber. While not thinking much of it at first, her curiosity is piqued upon noticing the bloody footprints on the floor. Pushing herself off the bed, she followed the noise to the bathroom door, just in time to witness the water becoming tainted with blood. The sight doesn't seem to unnerve her, nor does the childish giggle, though she does seem to become more alert.
 "Who are you? And if I may ask, what are you doing here?"

Luce

[User]
Strangely enough, the ferry ride was an unexpected turn of events, one which the cloaked knight delighted in with a reenactment of a scene they'd only read of. A salty sea breeze of the bay, and waves rolling and crashing against the hull of the repurposed cargo vessel in time to the billowing of the figure's cloak with the periodic gusts. They'd even propped a foot up on their pack for added dramatics, one hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword of sorts while the other cradled their helmet under their arm.
Picturesque poise betrayed the stiff knees of standing in such a pose for hours and stinging eyes from the spray off the bow. Still, it was preferable to being below deck as the stink of the rest of the unwashed crew and whatever word for the evil that spilled out of a particular room was had driven them topside.

And so, Kaitra had spent as much time as they could airing out, afraid the stench would unbecomingly cling to them. It was this thought process that brought them to splurge a bit after taking up a room at the local seaside in shortly after arriving at port.
Stiff knees and foul humors melted away in the suds of a hot bath, though food would unfortunately have to wait as the knight had rationed out their funds to pay through the week and as such, they would starve cleanly rather than growing fat as a hog in its own squalor. Ideally, the town and its troubles would provide enough thankful coin for this dilemma to sit far in the back of the bubble-obscured individual who sighed as the thought had actually begun to spoil the gentle moment of reprieve.
Thoughts always had a habit of getting in the way of silence; partially why the knight hadn't been cut out for serving the church. Scented candles and starlight usually served as a backdrop to the ritual, though a view of a foreign sea would have to suffice.

A fluffy white fox lounged on the bed, making small 'murph' sounds as she stared at her companion taking their sweet in the tub, and then its eyes lazily watching them cross the room and back as they got dry and dressed. The shine of the metal the illustrious armor held twinkled in its eyes and it perked up with a yawn before leaping onto the knight's outstretched arm and climbing up to roost back on their shoulders.
"Right zehn...shall we do good?" the knight's light voice chirped, turning their head to almost boop noses with the fox who sighed out a long disinterested whine.
Kaitra frowned with a slight undertone of perplexity. She wouldn't presume to understand the animal, though had hoped for a response maybe a tiny bit more reassuring than it griping like a child. "I vill find food for us both, do not vorry yourself, Keepa..." she sighed, eliciting a small wag of the tail at the mention of food.

Sliding a helmet on so simply, clasping the buckle under their chin and flipping down the visor and 'Ahnciel' stepped out of 'his' room after giving a mirror double finger-guns and softly cooing "Noblesse oblige~" in as convincingly of a masculine voice as they had practiced.


[System]
Appearance:

In armor.

Out of armor.
Age: 21

Planet of Birth: Alderaan

Species: MiraLuka

Skills/Abilities:
- Force Sensitive
- Force Sight
- Skilled Slicer
- Good with tech
- Jar'Kai Form
- Shii Cho Form
- Force Healing
- Force persuasion
- Basic Force power

Equipment:
- Two dissembled Light Sabers hidden in his armor.
- DC-15s Blaster pistol
- DC-15A Blaster Rifle
- Three Thermal detonators
- Custom Data Pads for slicing
- Modified Mandalorian armor

Personality: Quiet, thoughtful, and observant. Airus is unique as he comes from a race where all member are gifted with the force and born without eyes, the Miraluka. His hatred towards the Empire started when he was orphaned by clone trooper gunning down his parents who were fleeing Coruscant. However Airus was rescued by Jedi Knight Ylenic It'kla who was escaping to Alderaan. After his Master refused to promote him he left before the completion of his training to pursue fighting the Empire in the name of people. Tired of hiding in shadows and cowering he wanted to show other the Empire could be hurt and to stand up for his people who were all but extinct.

History: Growing up on Alderaan with Ylenic as his teacher Ylenic found Airus was a natural with the force and possessed a growing amount of skill. However as he aged he talked more of the Empire and Jedi slaughtering as well the murder of his people an all force sensitive race. Ylenic a close friend of Bail Organa was hidden along with a small group of Ylenic's people who much likes Airus's had been wiped out by the Empire. They lived in constant fear and hid deep in the wilderness. Airus's Jedi training was done in a formal manner as to keep the teachings alive for the next generation.

Ylenic often left with smalls groups of his people conducting small almost harmless raids on the Empire. His cover was as an aid and advisor to Bail Organa, Airus his blind serving boy. The Empire never caught on and Airus learned many secrets which he relayed to the Organa's and his Master. He talked more striking back with rebel groups and ending his training. At age twenty he displayed impressive force control and more capable techique with a lightsaber dueling having learned Jar'Kai and Shii Cho. However his Master claimed that he could not be a Knight until he mastered his Emotions.

Growing up on Alderaan he befriended a young Twi'lek girl named Shy'raa, she was a child prodigy and taught him everything he knows about Slicing. While he's not as good as her his custom Datapad was configured by her. Also he learned how to build droids finding it a fun way to pass the time having built three Astromech mechs in the past leaving them all behind on Alderaan for Shy'raa to assist her slicing. They keep in touch and often trade messages, sometime about fighting the Empire others about home and how there each doing.

Feeling that his master had betrayed him he left Alderaan and set out on his own to take the fight to the Empire on there home turf. He defeat several bounty hunters before wising up and taking on alias as Gin. His gear actually came from them, faking his own death he donned the armor of a Mandalorian commando and has had it modified to be lighter and less constrictive. Adding to that the blasters he collect off the bounty hunters and you have just another dangerous bounty hunter. He keeps his sabers hidden often preferring to use the force or his blasters. However he will use his blades if the situation calls for it, telling very few of his power he wants to wait before he reveals what he truly is.

[User]
The man at the bar had tastes that were... less than expensive. He'd been nursing a succession of cheap lomin-ales the entire night. Trickles of the drink had woven their way through his beard, and he had made no effort to remove them.

Clearly the man came from a very warm planet. He was dressed shoulder to toe in very thick clothing. If he were dumped on Hoth, he would probably have been warm enough to go for a stroll. But he was on Coruscant, not Hoth, and the man swaddled up for a walk in the snow had gotten a few strange looks that night.

He checked the chrono above the bar. Huh. The meeting should have started a few minutes ago. Sithspit. He flicked a credit chit on to the table and got up with nary a word. Weaving through batches of people, human and nonhuman alike, he stepped into the backroom where the meeting was occurring.

It didn't appear he was that late. Not all the seats had been filled. So he sat in one.

"Jernigan Corvi. Pilot," he introduced himself. All business.

[Assistant]
Keenan headed down the avenue looking for the Royal Bantha, he was forwarded a message about a rebel cell there and after what happened at the spaceport he was willing to join them. while he was largely unnoticed on the walkway his armor was still drawing some attention, so when he finally found the bar he first slipped into a side alley and activated his stealth field generator before heading in.

once he got through the bar he deactivated the generator as he entered, he looked around the room at the others that were already there, he didn't know who the leader was, the message had been forwarded through an unknown third party and didn't contain the identity of the leader of this cell, but did notice another person in Mandalorian armor. he made his way across the room to him and leaned on the wall next to him, "I-i'm Keenan" he said, the Mandalorian's voice betraying his timidness and probably ruining any assumptions made based off is appearance, he spoke quietly enough that only the armored individual and likely the Twi'lek next to him could hear.

[User]
Sarkh looked up from his position at the table as the rest of the merry band of misfits entered the room. His reptilian eyes sizing them up as his own hands still polished and reinserted parts with a casual grace. Though he did not outwardly show it he was as interested in the group as his companion was for more pragmatic reasons. Sarkh was going to be the one leading them into the field when it was required for as good as a tactician that La was she just didn't have the mind for actual combat. So as his eyes passed by like spotlights they judged and analyzed and in honesty they were not the best group he had ever seen, but they were not the worst either and that was enough for him. The Jedi had him worried though announcing you were suck to a room of strangers was never a smart idea, and it give Sarkh a moment to contemplate how raw the kid actually was. When the Zeltron handed him the piece of the gas converter he looked at it for a moment feeling the smooth metal brush against his hand. Seemingly satisfied he grunted and stowed it away in one of his many pouches contain a variety of ammo and other spare goods. "It looks corroded because the gun is older than you kid. The LS-150 is old and temperamental tech like most weapons my people manage to smash together. A new converter would damage the cyclic interface and eventually force me to scarp the thing. But thanks... I'm sure I can find a use for it." He explained ideally before turning his attention back to his gun.

While Sarkh was keeping it cool and professional, La was trying her very best to remain on the proper side of dignified as a dreadful mixture of regret and excitement came over her as for the first time a group had actually shown up. Going down her checklist it seemed like everyone was there, she cross-referenced was the faces in front of her just to make sure. The group may not of been the most professional of sorts but they all had certain skills that the Twi'lek knew were going to useful in the coming weeks. As the bounty hunter by the name of Keenan entered she finally checked the last boxo off the list and nodded pleased to herself. Looking around her eyes met with Sarkh's looking for any sign of reassurance but all she got was his normal boring face as he gestured with his off hand for her to begin her show. Taking a breath she collected her thoughts and rose up as the anxious side of her mind screamed that this was a bad idea, and her more courageous side was getting hyped and ready to go. Clearing her throat she began to speak in a calm, warm voice that easily hid away any of her worry. "Well that would be everyone, guess it is time for us to start."

"My name is La as some of you may already know and my companion here is Sarkh, one of the most wanted lizards this side of the Kessel run. As most of you already know you have been gathered here today for a very special reason. The Alliance to Restore the Republic has tasked me wtih a mission to strike out against the heart of the Empire here on Coruscant. But this mission can not be done alone and so this is why you have all been asked to come here. You all have a special set of skills that will be valuable to this task and your own grudges against the imperial rule which is why out of hundreds of options you were chosen. I will not lie to any of you and say that this task will be easy, but I don't think any of you came here expecting an easy job." La explained to them all trying to keep it positive, she turned to Sarkh gesturing for him to say something.

Looking up at her from his seated position he rolled his eyes before he spoke. "Girly has already told you my name and I suppose I am going to have to be the one in charge of your welfare in the field. Words of advice? Well, to be frank if you have any reprimands or fear of the idea of dying you better walk out of here now."

"Sarkh!" La declared in a chastising tone as she did want to big dumb lizard to go and scare away the only group that had actually showed up.

"What? I'm not going to go around and hide the fact. To go against the Imperial Security Bureau on there own turf is practically asking for a massacare. Not that I mind, I just don't want some kid shitting his pants and forgetting how to fire a blaster as soon as things go south. A perfectly reasonable request don't you think." Sarkh responded as La let out a sigh conceding the point to him. He was right of course what they were being asked to do was basically a suicide mission or wose and having everybody on board with the idea was probably the best way to start. La looked back towards the group with a simple shrug of her shoulders before she spoke.

"He does have a point I suppose. So I guess I will get this out of the way before we progress any further. If any of you want to step out now while it is not too late, you may." She explained making a sweeping gesture with her hand opening the floor to anyone that would want to voice their opinion.

[Assistant]
Arimax, who had been leaning against the wall near the door the entire time, checked the time on his PDA. The room had been silent for several uncomfortable minutes. Well, then, he thought. Might as well try to liven it up in here a little bit.

He stood up in front of the group, smiling thinly as he spoke to the jumbled mess of mercenaries and true rebels before him.

"Many of you arrived after me, so I'll just introduce myself again. I am Arimax Lispat, of Coruscant. I have every reason to believe that everyone in here is trustworthy - at least, as long as the money is good and nobody's family gets captured or anything silly like that. I, myself, am here because the Empire is in the way of progress. They need to be removed for the sake of both science and prosperity."

He looked around the room for the others' reactions before continuing in a slightly more serious tone.

"Nobody has left the room, so I assume we're all ready for the next step... What is the first thing we need to do to disrupt the Empire's operations on Coruscant?"

[User]
Renga tried to hide his surprise that the lizard schooled him so hard, but he failed. So he covered the lower half of his face with his left hand and nodded sagaciously as he took a seat and listened to the buildup. The promise of death did make him pale in pink to pastels, but he held his reserve.

"I'm not a warrior, I'm a gun nut who can make you all even better warriors. I bring a job security most of you don't possess and the licenses to carry and operate military firearms. I can't promise you I won't loose my cool staring down a barrel, but I can promise you I'll bow out before I'm a liability to this cause."

[Assistant]
Vixai listened to the others speak from a corner of the room, the whole time her eyes scanning the room trying to read the faces of her potential allies. She was not scared of the ominous speak of death, she was a spy, avoiding death was her top skill. The Zabrak didn't really care for the plight of the Alliance, but she would admit that knocking the Empire down a step or offworld entirely was a sweet goal.

"We don't need to attack the Imperials head on. With such a small, focused group here there's other ways." She pipped in her usual quiet tone of voice when the room fell silent. She disliked actually going blaster to blaster with the might of the Empire, they would fail very quickly if that was the method they were going to choose.

[User]
Gin sat silently after whispering to the two leaders who he was there was no way he could back out now, he looked over the others. He spoke up through his helmet speakers after a few moments. "It would be best to tackle Empire propaganda and the gangs on there payroll, after all there's no way they could control the planet lower elements unless there supporting one of the criminal groups." Spoke the man as he leaned back slightly, hands lightly tapping the table. His voice came out calm and clear, a little robotic but that was probably the helmet. The strange thing was he didn't seem to even look at people when he spoke.

Gin could sense the other's emotion's, no it was better to say he could see it. Nervousness seemed to dwell in all of them in someway on this matter, even in La. He decided he would investigate what he'd found and opened the little cube case he'd found in the temple before. He almost gasped at the sight of it as he quickly shut it and placed it back on his belt. A holocron, a Jedi holocron. These were almost impossible to find anymore and could teach hidden force powers or lightsaber techniques. He could study it later right now he should pay attention to the meeting still he was excited to see what lay within this piece of history.


[System]
Universe: Ar Tonelico
Appearance:

Personality: Though she appears to be a cold person, Shurelia actually prefers to hide her emotions as a result of traumatic events in her past. This makes her serious and no-nonsense in her capacity as an administrator, though she longs for freedom and to have a normal life. Is a compulsive liar about her age and will never admit it even when confronted with the truth.

Powers/Skills: Coding - Shurelia has the ability to code in the various languages that the tower uses.

Grathmelding - A special science that she created which imbues items with supernatural powers (aka Magic). Even though she invented it, she hasn't had much experience actually using it herself.

Hymmnos - As a Reyvatiel, Shurelia is able to use her connection to the Tower to perform powerful magics in the form of spells. These can be used for offensive, defensive, and a whole host of other utilitarian purposes. She has a limited repertoire of songs, but it is theoretically possible to make more with assistance. Given her current location, she is unsure if this will even work.

Song magic works on a charge system. The longer you have to charge it up, the more powerful it gets. But there is a power cap to how far you can charge it up.

Exec_Suspend - Puts the entire Tower in standby mode, which is coincidentally how she wound up here.

Primal Word - Throws a ball of magic at the enemy

Ar Tonelico - The Tower itself fires a big honking laser beam at the enemy

Life Fill - Revives and heals the target if incapacitated.

Energy Fill - Provides elemental defense and increases elemental damage of those the spell is used on.

Blast Fill - Boosts attack power, defense, and agility

Full Cushion - Creates a defensive barrier to weaken enemy attacks

Medi Fill - Cures abnormal status afflictions

Sonic Shot - Fires a short burst of sound

Fire Shot - Follows the label

Ice Shot - Follows the label

Thunder shot - Again, follows the label

Gale shot - Fires a burst of wind
Brief Bio: Shurelia was the first Reyvatiel ever created, with her name coming from her adoptive father after his daughter died in a war. Early in her life she was installed with Parameno and Grathnode Crystals to connect her to the Tower so she could serve as Administrator, a very painful process. This was completed to some extent, however it could not be fully finished because a few years later the Grathnode Inferia Catastrophe took place, killing her father and leaving her in significant pain until it ended With him gone there was no one left who could finish the connections.

After the end pf the Catastrophe, Shurelia convinced the world to help her build the Silver Horn, a new Sound Science System, that she demanded never be used for warfare. She was made Controller and given command over the Reyvatiels who had built it. However soon after strange creatures began to attack people, and she showed the people how to make β-type Reyvateils to defeat the monsters. This succeeded, too well. The monsters were defeated, but to her horror people began to mass produce β-type Reyvateils for use in warfare, culminating in the creation of Mir, the most powerful Reyvatiel ever. Shurelia was removed as controller of the Silver Horn so Mir could be put in her place, which worked fine until Mir rebelled and tried to wipe out her creators.

The people turned to Shurelia for help and she agreed to do so, only for it to end up being a trap to do to her the same thing that had been done to Mir before she rebelled. Shurelia was rescued from this by Mir but at a tragic cost of life, and in turn she declared war on Mir. Together with the Teru Tribe, they were able to build the Crescent Chronicle, and with the help of the second most powerful β-type Reyvateil in the world, Lune, they were able to seal Mir away.

In the wake of it all, Shurelia banned the use of Sound Science, though she did invent a new system called Grathmelding to make up for it.

Eventually though Mir woke up, and resumed her plan to create a world for only Reyvatiels. Shurelia sent one of her most trusted knights, Lyner Barsett, to get the Purger Crystal so they could defeat the viruses that were trying to break through to Platina to free Mir. Lyner succeeded in this, and Mir was temporarily stopped. the next threat would come as Platina was taken over by Kyle Clancy, who almost released Mir. This tired Shurelia, and while she was weakened she was betrayed and taken over by Mir and one of her followers. Fortunately Lyner was able to separate the connection between them using an FFT Divider. However Mir's revival continued, and as a last resort Shurelia suspended operation of the tower, stopping Mir but also functionally killing herself too.

At least that was what she thought. Up until she awoke in a strange city she had never seen before....

Equipment: Linkage Armor - Serves as protection and allows Shurelia to communicate with the Tower, though obviously the Tower isn't here so that function is basically useless.

Others: Has absolutely no sense of direction. Fond of bunnies. Has an interesting ability to cook.

[User]
Pokémon Trainer Hilda
Ah, Castelia City! The City of Grandeur! No matter where you went in Unova you'd never find a place like it. Even though it was early in the morning, the bustling metropolis was already teaming with activity, as both people and Pokémon swarmed between the skyscrapers like ants around a hive. And one of these people was none other than the current Unova League Champion; Hilda of Nuvema Town, sixteen years old, currently lost amidst the crowds.

"Aw darn it..." she mumbled, as she fumbled about with a map. Even though she'd been to Castelia numerous times before, the layout always confused her. "I'm never gonna get my Casteliacone, am I?"

Maybe it was this way... Or maybe that way... Or possibly this way? There were so many streets and alleys in the city... Although the one she'd ended up in didn't look familiar at all. Nope, not familiar at all. Wherever she was now, it definitely wasn't Castelia anymore.

"...Must've took a wrong turn." Turning around, she realized that yes, she definitely wasn't in Castelia anymore. Or, indeed, anywhere she'd seen in Unova before, and she'd seen pretty much all of Unova during her travels. Nope, this was... She wasn't sure where she was other than some random street in an unknown town. How'd she even end up here, anyways? At the very least, it didn't take long for her to run into someone who looked just as lost as she was, some redheaded Kanto-looking girl (and judging by her shorts and ponytail, one with impeccable fashion sense).

"'Sup!" she said, giving the redhead a friendly wave. "I take it you ain't got a clue where you are either, right? I mean unless Castelia City's gone under some major redevelopment when I wasn't looking..."

Smiling, the Pokémon Trainer extended a hand towards the redhead.

"Name's Hilda, by the way. Pleased to meetcha!"

[Assistant]
Sakura Kyouko

Kyouko paused, hearing a voice behind her. Resting her spear on one shoulder, the redheaded girl turned on her heel. At the moment, her magical girl transformation wasn't fully active, leaving her clad in her usual favorite: Short shorts, a black shirt, and a green sweatjacket. It was easy to move in and comfortable, so it's what she preferred for the type of outfits that she wore casually. The girl she now laid her eyes upon had dark hair, and spoke... Kansai accent? It sounded like Kansai, but somehow it didn't seem like her mouth was actually making those sounds. Ah, whatever.

"Hilda, huh?" she asked. The girl seemed familiar in some kind of strange way, but it wasn't anything she could put her finger on. While there wasn't any particular reason to trust the other girl, at the same time she was the first person Kyouko had met since arriving here. So it's not as if she had any other options at the moment. This was the only person who she could talk to, who seemed to be in the same boat as she was.

Kyouko drew a pocky stick from a box in one of her sweatjacket's pockets, inserting it into her mouth to replace the one she'd lost before burying her free hand back in them. She didn't shake hands that easily.

"Sakura Kyouko," she introduced herself, plainly, "I don't got any clue where I am, either. I dunno what the hell happened."

No effort was made to hide her spear. Why bother?

[User]
Shirai Kuroko

Where random criminals were being electrocuted in alleyways, there were always two constants. The first was that some imbecilic thugs had failed to recognise the most publicised of all the Espers in Academy City. Quite how they managed to repeat this mistake time after time, nor ever realise that anyone wearing a Tokiwadai uniform was at least a Level 3 and probably capable of handling themselves, was one of life's eternal mysteries. Stupidity was a possible explanation, though even an idiot would recognise Misaka Mikoto easily enough. Maybe they were just cocky.

The second constant was that these broad daylight assaults got the same Judgement agent responding, time after time. It was unfortunate that the fastest responder in the district would consistently arrive after the matter was over and done with, as nobody with that sort of ability should be able to arrive late to the fight. Simply finding out about the conflict and working out where it was, even with a technological savant, took time. Today was no different, with the agent dropping in the same as ever, not realising at all that the scenery had significantly changed from its norm.

"Onee-sama, how many times have I told you to leave these criminals to Judgement?"

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Reinhardt Wilhelm and Ana Amari

To say that neither the Middle East nor Scandinavia quite matched the city that the two old veterans found themselves in was quite an understatement. Both had wandered through the strange environment with various degrees of subtlety--Reinhardt occasionally calling out and making no attempt to disguise his presence, whilst Ana stuck to the shadows and kept looking for the optimal route to not be seen. That their paths would cross so soon after walking over was unexpected, though perhaps inevitable; in the grand scheme of things, they came from almost exactly the same place.

Reinhardt, of course, had no idea that a familiar sniper was hanging around. He'd always been one for getting up close and personal, leading a charge and dealing with the consequences as they might arise. Spotting someone skilled in hiding, particularly when she stuck to his blind side, was something that the old man was never going to notice.

The other was left weighing up whether she should reveal her survival to Reinhardt... dependable, moral but emotional Reinhardt. Of the veterans of Overwatch, only her daughter would have taken her 'death' so harshly and these weren't controlled circumstances to reveal herself in. The circumstances, in the end, forced Ana's hand; this city wasn't somewhere she could have gotten just from scouting away from Jack and Reinhardt seemed as lost as she did.

Unlike her last reunion, Ana could say that it went well. It wasn't a horrifying reveal in a firefight--though she made sure to not mention that fight, as the other survivors' secrets weren't hers to tell--and the giant of a man seemed to overcome his grief with alarming rapidity. The other reunion hadn't left her quite so aware of the age in her bones, nor quite so sore; even when being gentle, a mountain of a man and powered armour were a bad combination for embraces.

Now they were walking around the apparently empty city, with Reinhardt narrating a story about how one of Torbjorn's daughters had tried baking a cake for the New Year and how it had nearly set the kitchen on fire. It was probably an exaggeration but, after dealing with the criminal underworld for so long and her own moroseness, Ana could appreciate such an upbeat tale. Of course, Reinhardt, helmet clasped under one arm, was too engrossed in his storytelling and the occasional grandiose gesture to notice the biker ahead--until pointed out.

"Hello! Could you tell us where we are?" the German asked, the first of the pair to actually speak to Kino--and as usual heedless of how intimidating a man of his size, especially with his armour, could be to children... male or female, he wasn't quite sure.

[Assistant]
Moving along in her Linkage armor, Shurelia had been able to confirm that this was most likely not a place on one of the Plates or below. The lack of people made that quite clear. She was fairly confident that her presence would have drawn some attention, at the very least an attack by a suspicions populace. Not this complete silence that seemed to reign for now.

That left her options increasingly smaller. Either she was in some randomly habitable portion of the Sea of the Dead after all, which seemed unlikely, or this was a ploy by Mir of some kind to take advantage of her and stop her efforts to Suspend the operation of the Tower. That first option was unlikely at best, which meant this was most likely a trap of some kind. And without access to the abilities of Ar Tonelico, stopping her plan would be that much more difficult.

She had just drawn near a street corner when a strange figure in a long purple trenchcoat and a black hat walked past with the gait of someone who knew where he was and where he was going. For a second she thought it was a human, but then hr gaze narrowed behind the helm of her armor. No, this was most definitely a machine, of a kind that she did not recognize. It was certainly nothing that had originated in Platina.

"You," she said, coming to a stop and speaking with the authority inherent of a lady of her position. "What is your designation." At worst she would be attacked, but she was expecting that from Mir. But it was the only way she had to get more information on what was going on. Hopefully Mir was in a gloating mood.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Shiranui and Numeru cheered for Liam after he beat Drake in a full battle.

[Assistant] Before the final began, Looker showed up. He congradulated the heroes on how far they made it, and also wanted to thank them for all of their help with Teams Magma and Aqua.

[User] "Apparently it's all in a year's work with us," Shiranui replied.

[Assistant]
It was time for the final match in the Champion League. Liam took one box while Steven stood in the other.

"Welcome, 'Dragon Master' Coleman. I was hoping I would get to see you make it here one day. Tell me… What have you seen on your journey with your Pokémon? What have you felt, meeting so many other Trainers out there? Traveling this rich land of Hoenn… Has it awoken something inside you? I want you to come at me with all that you've learned. My Pokémon and I will respond in turn with all that we know!
Let it begin! Skarmory!"
 "Hitmonchan!" Liam called.

---

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"Fire Punch!" Liam ordered. Hitmonchan's fist became engulfed in flames as he ran toward the metallic bird.
 "Toxic!" Steven ordered. Hitmonchan was badly poisoned, but landed the attack on Skarmory.
(Toxic 1)
"Fire Punch again!" Liam called. Skarmory began to say in the air. "Mach Punch the ground!" Liam called. Hitmonchan used the momentum to reach up and grab Skarmory, slamming the fiery fist into Skarmory's back.
(Toxic 2)
"Skarmory, Aerial Ace!" Skarmory brushed Hitmonchan off and charged in to make the move.
 "Finish it with one last Fire Punch!" this time it burned Skarmory, though it survived. Aerial Ace was critical, and the Toxic finished Hitmonchan off. Liam next called on Jiriya.

---

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"Jiriya, Water Shurikren!" Liam called. The move hit five times, and stiffened up Skarmory's body, making it crash to the ground stunned.
 "Now, Power up Punch!" The move hit and KO's Skarmory. Clairol came out next.

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"Water Shuriken! Liam called. The move hit twice. Claydol used Earth Power. and got a critical hit. Liam recalled Jiriya and sent out Grimm

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"Grimm, use Shadow Ball!" Liam ordered. Claydol used Protect to stop the attack.
 "Shadow Sneak!" Claydol was hit. Steven than ordered Earth Power again. Grimm used Shadow Ball and KO'd Claydol, who was replaced by Carabink.

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Carabink used Moonblast and Grimm's Shadow Ball missed. Grimm tried to use Ice Punch, by Carabink used Power Gem. Grimm was KO'd by this and replaced by Sylveon.

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A long battle ended when Sylveon smacked Carabink with Iron Tail and Carabink hit Sylveon with Psychic, resulting in a double knockout.

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Since a side (or in this case both) lost three Pokémon, there was going to be a short intermission.

[User] "You can do it, Liam!" Shiranui encouraged. Numeru uttered a cheering cry as well.

[Assistant]
"You've come this far son, Now go and become the Champion." Mr. Coleman said with a thumbs up.
 "Bliss bliss ey!" Florence cried.
 "You can do it son." Liam's mother said with the smile that all Joys seem to wear when they aren't mad. Looker, who took a seat down with Liam's parents and Shiranui gave Liam a thumbs up.
"Aerodactyl!" Steven called
"Jiriya!" Liam's Greninja took his spot on the stage.

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"Water Shuriken!" Liam called.
 "Iron Tail!" Steven replied. Aerodactyl's Iron Tail swatted away the water projectiles.
 "Now Thunder Fang!" Steven replied.
 "Substitute!" Liam called.
"Speed up and get there first with Tailwind!" Aerodactyl sped up and drove its teeth into Jiriya, giving him a bad shock and KO'ing him.
"Jiriya! No!" Liam cried. Liam recalled Jiriya and next called on Scarlet the Delphox.

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"Sunny Day!" Liam called. The sunlight grew intense. Aerodactyl used Rock Slide, which Scarlet evaded by using confusion to throw them back at Aerodactyl, who smashed them with Iron Tail.
(sun 1 of 8)
 "Solar Beam!" Liam ordered. The power grass move instantly fired and hit Aerodactyl square in the chest, KO'ing it. Steven next sent out Aggron.
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 "Blast Burn!" Liam called. The most powerful fire move, amped up by the sun's rays rocketed across the arena and made a direct critical hit. Aggron survived due to Sturdy.
 "Sandstorm!" Steven called. the sun was swapped from a sandstorm and Scarlet took some damage.
(sand 1 of 5)
Scarlet had to recharge and was hit by Earthquake, dealing major damage.
(sand 2 of 5)
Being hit by the sandstorm, made Scarlet become envloped in a red light for a moment, which than faded. Blaze activated. "Fire Blast, straight up!" Liam called. The sand surrounding them was was burnt up, effectively ending the sandstorm.
 "Very clever." Steven said. "But this is where your Delphox falls." He turned to Aggron, "Earthquake!"
"Flamethrower!" Liam called. The jet of fire and the quake connected in unison, causing another double knockout. The Pokémon were recalled.
 "I'm truly impressed with the skills you have shown here today Mr. Coleman." Steven said. He grabbed his final Pokéball. "But, this is where it ends." He tossed the ball and a shiny Metagross emerged.
 "Goodra!" Liam called.

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"Metagross, Hone Claws!" Steven called.
"Dragon Dance Goodra!" Liam ordered. Both Pokémon pulled a buff.
"Iron Claw!" Steven called
"Dragon Tail!" Liam ordered. Both attacks hit, since Steven only had one Pokémon left, there was obviously no switch. Steen smirked as he pressed his keystone on his lapel and Metagross Mega Evolved.

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"Hyper Beam!" Steven called.
"Dragon Pulse!" Liam said.
The attacks negated one another in center stage.
"Flamethrower!" Liam called. A jet of fire licked Metagross while it recharged.
"Metor Mash!" Steven called.
"Iron Tail!" Liam called. Goodra blocked Metagross' signature move with Iron Tail.
The battle continued on with no clear winner for several minutes, though both Metagross and Goodra were getting tired. Everyone was so focused on the battle they did not notice two small cube falling from the air, as if thrown from the stands toward the battling Pokémon, and another two from the air. The cubes hit and each of the battlers was encased in an energy cube. Cackling came from stands as two figures leapt to the arena floor, while two people and a Meowth leapt down from a hot air balloon. Liam recognized the ones from the balloon as a couple of Rockets. He saw the other duo had a capital red "R" on their uniforms as well.
 "What are you three doing here!?" One of the other duo asked.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Jessie fired back.
Liam cleared his throat. "Is our CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE interrupting?" The four looked at him and told him to pipe down. Both duos began to do their own mottos, but they kept inerrupting the other.

 "A Champion wannabe should be prepared for trouble"

"The Champion himself should make it double."

"To infect the world with devastation."

"To protect the world from devastation!"

"To blight all peoples in every nation."

"To unite all people in our nation."

 "To denounce the goodness of truth and love"

"To denounce the evils of truth and love"

"To extend our wrath to the stars above."

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

 "Cassidy"

"Jessie!"

"And Butch of course. "

"James!"

 "we're Team Rocket, circuling the globe all day and night."

"Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of light!"

"Surrender now, or you will surely lose the fight."

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"
"Meowth! that's right!"
"Wooobafett!"

 "Enough of this! Aggron! Houndoom!"

"Charizard! Hitmontop!" The four Pokémon appeared.

"Gorgiest! Seviper!"
"Inkay! Carnivine!"

The Rocket duos began to squabble amongst themselves over who go to take them to the boss.
 "How about neither of you!" Liam's father yelled. "Alakazam! Break those cages open with Psychic!" He called as he tossed a ball out.
 "Florence help Alakazam with Focus Blast!" James and Cassidy both tossed a cube at one of them, Cassidy hitng Alakazam and James hitting Florence. One was also tossed toward Numeru.
During the scuffle, Meowth used slash to rip the key stone from Steven's lapel, so hat they would give their boss mega evolution.

[User]
"Numeru, swat that cube back with Dragon Tail; Majin, take every capture cube to a safe place!" Shiranui sent his Hoopa out and the djinn was back in its Confined form. Majin was throwing rings around and Numeru successfully hit the capture cube that was meant for her into one. The other capture cubes all vanished as Majin's rings passed over them, including the ones that had Pokémon inside them.
"Done and done!" Majin smugly stated.
"Your capture cubes are gone as well as your loot!" Shiranui crowed at the Rockets, "Leave now or we'll send the four of you blasting off!"


[System]
USS Orion Crew

Captain: Vashara Vaella - @Ruby
First Officer: Xiril Poxx - @DeadBeatWalking
Chief Medical Officer: Lt. Commander Carter Cole - @Byrd Man
Chief Security Officer: Lt. Malachi Brown - @Morden Man
JAG Officer: Lt. Catherine Linda Bishop - @Kentsukan
Ship Counselor: Lt. Teruk - @TheUnknowable
Helmsman: Ensign Kyle Avery - @Millennium Jeff

Passenger(s)

Romulan Ambassador: Subcommander Herak S'Prorta - @Jbcool
Crew NPCsBridge Crew:Tactical Officer: Lt. Linda Alton, F, 34, Human
Communications Officer: Cadet Smith, M, 20, Son of some important person (I haven't decided yet)
Operations Management:
(Navigation before Helm was taken.)
 Gatho Ves, M, 29, Bajoran
Mission Status Display: Security Officer Lal Ch'qaothak, F, ??, Andorian
Environmental Controls: Ensign Dex, M, ??, ???
Auxiliary Systems: ??, F, ??, HumanSecurity Officers:D'wkin, M, Young, Blue Skinned
Anthony, M, Young, Long blonde hairMedical Assistants:Nurse Dera, F, ??, Alien with Green Skin
Nurse Johnson, ??, ??, ???Engineering:Jack Cutler, M, 36, Human
David Johnson, M, 25, HumanTransporter Rooms (1-6):(1)Petty Officer Stan Wilkins, M, 37, Human
(1)Ensign Aarja Chevo, F, 28, BajoranThe Brig:Two unnamed security officersNon-Orion NPCsOn Vulcan:Messenger for the Federation, ??, F, ??, VulcanGM Played NPCsAmbassador Spock
Admiral Marcia Meldal-Johnsan
Admiral Storrik
Inactive CharactersChief Engineer: Xyrx Dra'ul - @Wade Wilson

[User]
The Bridge:
There was a slightly dazed silence on the Bridge was the Captain disappeared, the ship counselor following close behind. Lt. Alton barely snapped off a "Yessir" before the turbolift doors closed. The soft sound was clearly audible in the silence. The silence stretched as the Tactical Officer tapped on her screen with determination. Then she let out a small sigh.

"The Vorta's in the brig." She turned in her chair to give a bright smile to the bridge crew.

"Ma'am." The Andorian Crewman 1st class manning the Mission Status Display spoke up. "Transporter room one reports Commander Poxx and Chief Security Officer Brown have completed their mission. The Dominion ship is neutralized." The woman, relieved, returned Linda's smile.

"Good." Lt. Alton said as she gazed at those still left in the room. Her eyes stopped on the two sitting at the Environmental and Auxiliary system controls. The two engineers meet her gaze steadily. "Send a call to Engineering and get someone up here to fix the breach." The duo nodded and one tapped his chest badge.

"Anyone else injured? Lt. Bishop, you okay?" Linda asked the poor Jag officer. Without a seat, she hadn't stood much of a chance against gravity. No pun intended. As she asked her question she could hear the Ensign tell the Chief Engineer what had happened.

Transporter Room One:
Petty Officer Stan Wilkin hoovered nervously over the transport controls. After the first call about transporting out wounded. The Petty Officer hadn't even hesitated to beam him directly into sick bay with his co-worker Ensign Chevo giving the doctor notification. Usually Wilkin would eye his Bajoran, female, counterpart. Her nose was particularity sexy. But he didn't at the moment. There would be time for ogling later. Provided he didn't get anyone killed.

Wilkin was just about to go back to ogling, his will power was never that great, when the Chief Security Officer alerted them that they were ready to be beamed out.

"Roger. Transporting in three, two..." Wilkin looked up as the men materialized. All six were still alive. He couldn't resist giving his lovely crew-mate a hug, which she ably sidestepped. Most of them were injured in some way or another. But nothing fatal. Or didn't look fatal, he wasn't a doctor.

"Sir!" Ensign Chevo exclaimed as she spotted Brown. "You need medical attention. I can beam you directly to sickbay." Even as she spoke she prepared the proper coordinates. In her haste she completely missed the Petty Officer's look of jealously.

The Brig:
There were two Officers in the Brig, waiting for the Vorta to appear. They held on grimly as the ship shook. When that ceased they both turned their attention to the cell the Vorta should be appearing in. Indeed, just under five minutes later a tall, proud woman appeared. And that's where things stopped going to plan. The Vorta woman looked over her new cell before raising her hand. She pressed it to the right side of her face and jaw.

The two security officers on guard watched her curiously. Not much was known about the Vorta. So when she collapsed, they weren't quite sure if she was faking it in some elaborate scam to escape. By the time they decided to check the cell the Vorta was dead. The two officers did a quick game to decide who got to tell the captain.

"Captain." The losing Security Officer said. "The Vorta, she-uh, she'd dead sir."

Vulcan:
Admiral Johnsan watched the Roluman Ambassador only partly. She was too focused on the Orion and the harebrained Captain. The black woman didn't like Captain Vaella. At first she had been indifferent, then she had been snubbed. Johnsan wouldn't forget that. Though it did sooth her pride a little knowing that the half-blood Vulcan would have to spend a few hours at the planet. It would serve her right. She was brought out of her thoughts as the Ambassador spoke.

The human Admiral studied the Romulan's face, just like a Vulcan's with nothing exposed, before replying. The woman attempted a smile. "We all do what we can in times of war. I'm sure Captain Vaella felt she had no other choice. The Venture will take over for her and she'll continue her political mission." The brittle smile on the Ambassador's face implied that if the Captain didn't have a damn good reason there'd be hell to pay.

"But rest assured." Admiral Johnsan plowed on. "Captain Vaella is very much aware of how important this mission is. She wont do anything to jeopardize it."

As the woman spoke, Spock slowly drifted closer to the screen. His eyes taking in all the details. If the Captain had reminded him of Jim only from the reports, her actions here cemented that. When the Admiral was done speaking Spock turned back to her.

"Do you know why a Dominion ship was this far into Federation territory?" His question wasn't accusing, just curious.

Admiral Storrik spoke up instead, nearly cutting off Johnsan. "That is uncertain at the moment. I am sure the Captain is doing everything in her power to discover that very fact." The Vulcan was only half looking at Spock as he spoke. Admiral Johnsan merely blinked before turning back to the screen, apparently to see if there were any developments. The Venture was now only a few minutes out.

[Assistant]
Vashara Vaella's temper was frayed. Between blood loss and the sudden shift of her personality, she found herself preciously thin on patience. Truth be told, she never saw the Counselor hop into the turbo lift. Her mind was too far gone. The heart of her pain wasn't her hand. It was the ghosts. The ghost, really. That's where Vash was as she stood in the lift, her weight leaned back against the bulkhead of the lift, head back and eyes staring into the light of the lift. No focus to her gaze. All she saw in those few moments was her Cadet Commander, Cadet Helaena Terys; the young woman's bright blue eyes, and the deep soft tones of her voice.

It was in hearing Helaena's low purr that she finally heard the distant echo of another tone. That was the moment her head moved, and her eyes fell onto the Vulcan in front of her. She missed the first part of what he said, but got the gist of it. She began to speak, before her comm badge cut her off to inform her, and the older Vulcan by proxy, that the Vorta was dead.

"Understood, Vaella out." A beat after the signal was cut the lift eased to a stop, doors hissing open. "Perhaps next time, Counselor."

That was the best she could offer before slipping out the lift and crossing the corridor to Sick Bay. The place was busy. Busier than she would have liked. As gripped by her own injuries, physical and mental, as she was none of it compared to seeing people in her crew hurting, or worse. It was her fault: every scratch, broken bone, concussion, plasma burn, or death. Every single mishap fell on the shoulders of the ship's captain. Helaena taught her that. She taught Vash everything Vash knew about everything.

Everything worth knowing, anyway.

Vash was moving again soon enough, bee lining to a counter along the bulkhead. She moved with intention, and fore thought...and like she knew where things were. Or, at least, where odds are they would be. In less than a minute she had a hypospray and dermal regeneration; the medical tricorder she found under the counter after a search of just a few seconds. Her left hand did everything, including setting the hypospray to exactly the desired medicine, the regenerator set to the side. Three quick "shots" of the hypospray were pumped into her right hand, to reduce blood loss and kill pain. In a few more seconds the pain was subsiding enough to allow just the barest movement of her right fingers.

By that time, a nurse was at her side. Vash ignored her, but still wasn't able to reconfigure the medical tricorder quickly enough to do it before it was too late. Before the CMO was at her elbow, giving her a look Vashara hoped his mother had never been given. Eased and relaxed by the painkillers, a dosage over half what Starfleet Medical suggests, the Captain felt a little more relaxed than she might otherwise be...slower, too. The stoic Vulcan side of her that had appeared after the explosion was now gone, narcotics leaving only Vash once more.

"I have long, jagged, pieces of isolinear data chips embedded into my palm from an explosion on the bridge. I've already stopped the blood loss and killed the pain, but you got here before I could reconfigure the tricorder to emit a micro-antigrav pulse to dis-embed the bits of isolinear chips...but you probably have a more 'Doctor'-y way of doing that. So whatever, fine. Here."

She sighed, it was faint and under her breath, but oh-so passive aggressive. Fixing herself was keeping her mind off other things, like ghosts, and wounded crewmembers. Now the CMO had taken that from her. Now he would take care of her. Vash knew her medical record. She knew multiple doctors in the Academy had labeled her "uncooperative" and "uncomfortable being cared her." She was only glad the CMO had no access to the classified parts of her Medical Record; her recovery from the Cosmo incident.

"Also, hey, I could do this myself if you should be taking care of someone more seriously injured. This is barely a flesh wound, I wouldn't even need to bother a nurse: I did a year of Medical at the VSA and had a minor going in Combat Medicine at the Academy. So, really, I could do it just fine."

Even if I can barely move my right hand.

[User]
Engineering:
The little peons in Engineering were kept on their toes keeping blown power relays from hindering the ship's functionality. Overseeing the work was Xyrx, while keeping an eye on the warp core, just in case. He had changed his mind about going to the bridge when he had been nearly halfway there. Instead he turned back around to keep an eye on things. And no, the reason wasn't because he had to help one of his engineers fix a power reply on the way.

As the Orion exchanged fire with the Dominion ship, Xyrx nearly wept at the idea that they were injuring his ship. It was new damn it. And now they were putting holes in her. A thought that sadly came true just a few minutes after the thought. The force of the artillery from the Dominion ship was enough to drop him to the floor, and with everyone else too.

"Status!" Xyrx called to the computer even as he scrambled back to his feet.

"Multiple haul breaches on levels one, three and four." The cool computer voice read out.

Xyrx made a face. Another engineer called back to Xyrx. "All breaches have been sealed. One major one is just next to the bridge." There was a beep from Xyrx's communicator.

"Xyrx." Xyrx tapped it after lifting a hand to halt the engineer's report.

"This is Ensign Dex, Environmental Controls. There's a haul breach on the bridge. If you could send someone to fix it, the Captain would be happy."

"Someone's on their way." Xyrx said and ended the communication. He turned his attention back to the prior engineer who was giving him odd looks.

"Sir, you're blee--."

A weird rushing sound drowned out the rest of the sentence. Concerned, Xyrx tried to turn to see the console for the warp core but everything tilted and went black.

The Engineer who had been speaking to his CO, frantically tapped on his communicator. "Sick Bay." He croaked out as he scrambled over to Xyrx's prone body. "Sick Bay!" He mashed his communicator again even as he pressed one hand to the bleeding wound. He didn't think Xyrx was breathing? What if he died. The Engineer swallowed thickly. That wouldn't look good on his record. Letting his CO bleed to death.

With no reply from sick bay, he pressed his comm again. "Transport two to sick bay." Within seconds the world of engineering dematerialized and turned into sick bay.